Remember, Remember
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Guy asked.
“Apart from being executed for plotting to blow up Parliament, you mean? Robert said, laughing.
“That won’t happen.” Guy replied, somewhat smugly. “It’ll be fine.”
“I can think of something far worse.” Toby said, already chuckling to himself in the corner. “Imagine getting caught and executed, then every year – and for centuries afterwards – the good people of England celebrate your failure by burning an effigy of you on a bonfire.” They all roared with laughter and looked at Guy.
“That’s so ridiculous, I could almost believe it was possible,” he said.