Page 162 of Babel

Robin and Victoire watched, hands clasped tight.

‘We did that,’ Robin murmured.

‘That’s not even the worst of it,’ said Victoire, and he could not tell if she was delighted or scared. ‘That’s only the beginning.’

So Griffin was right. This was what it took: a show of force. If the people could not be won over by words, they would be persuaded by destruction.

Parliament’s capitulation, they reasoned, was only hours away now. For wasn’t this proof that the strike was intolerable? That the city could not ride out the tower’s refusal of service?

The professors were not so optimistic.

‘It won’t speed things along,’ said Professor Chakravarti. ‘If anything, it’ll slow the destruction down – they know they have to be vigilant now.’

‘But it’s a harbinger of things to come,’ said Ibrahim. ‘Right? What falls next? The Radcliffe Library? The Sheldonian?’

‘Magdalen Tower was an accident,’ said Professor Craft. ‘But Professor Chakravarti is right. It’ll put the rest of them on guard, covering for the effects that we’ve halted. It’s a race against time now – they’ll have regrouped somewhere else, surely, and they’ll be trying to construct a new translation centre as we speak—’

‘Can they do that?’ asked Victoire. ‘We’ve taken the tower. We have all the maintenance records, the tools—’

‘And the silver,’ said Robin. ‘We have all the silver.’

‘That will hurt, in time, but in the short term they will manage to plug the worst of the gaps,’ said Professor Craft. ‘They’ll wait us out – we have porridge for a week at most, Swift, and what then? We starve?’

‘Then we speed things up,’ said Robin.

‘How do you propose to do that?’ asked Victoire.

‘Resonance.’

Professor Chakravarti and Professor Craft exchanged a glance.

‘How does he know about that?’ asked Professor Craft.

Professor Chakravarti gave a guilty shrug. ‘Might have shown him.’

‘Anand!’

‘Oh, what was the harm?’

‘Well, this, clearly—’

‘What is resonance?’ Victoire demanded.

‘Up on the eighth floor,’ said Robin. ‘Let’s go, I’ll show you. It’s how the distant bars are maintained, the ones that aren’t made for endurance. The centre to the periphery. If we remove the centre, then surely they’ll begin to fail, won’t they?’

‘Well, there’s a moral line,’ said Professor Craft. ‘Withholding services, resources – that’s one thing. But deliberate sabotage—’

Robin scoffed. ‘We’re splitting ethical hairs over this? This?’

‘The city would stop running,’ said Professor Chakravarti. ‘The country. It would be Armageddon.’

‘But that’s what we want—’

‘You want enough damage to make the threat credible,’ said Professor Chakravarti. ‘And no more.’

‘Then we’ll remove just a few at once.’ Robin stood up. His mind was made up. He did not want to debate this further, and he could see none of them did either; they were too anxious, and too afraid. They only wanted someone to tell them what to do. ‘One by one, until they get the general idea. Would you like to pick which ones?’

The professors declined. Robin suspected it was too much for them to deconstruct the resonance rods by themselves, for they knew too well the consequences of what they did. They needed to preserve the illusion of innocence, or at least of ignorance. But they expressed no further opposition, and so that evening Robin and Victoire went together up to the eighth floor.