If they could figure out a way to get the messages all the way to the castle, this would be a superior communication device. She looked over at the bust of Prince Blueblood that stared haughtily in the corner of her room. He had been one of the ponies who had been strongly against the telegraph machine. She knew that it offended him to think that anypony could use it—even an earth pony. Of course, that hadn’t been his objection in council; instead he had gathered together a convincing collection of equipment failure reports and a few highly-placed quacks who had explained how the signal could derail a train. It was such a ludicrous theory that only a hooffull of nobles had fallen for it.