Thus far, the grumbles hadn't amounted to much, but each day they built, and sooner rather than later, nobles would start switching sides. Little bites would be taken out of his tenuous consensus. One noble might flip because of pressure, while another might come to believe the fantastic tales the Baltimare Sun was concocting. And then there would be a vote, and like it or not, Blueblood would be on a train to Ponyville, off to fix a mess that never had existed.