a button. The green light went off and a red one came on. 'If I set this up correctly, the metal should act as a receiver, for whatever we transmit. There's Enamour in every single home around the city by now. What you need to do,' the Doctor nodded at the Teller, 'is to tell people to bring whatever they have out to the main plaza. Amy and I will go and get the dragon and when the Regulator comes to collect, all of the Enamour will be out in the open, ready and waiting for them... If I decide that they've earned it.'
The Doctor looked round, expecting applause and finding only bafflement. 'It's perfectly simple!
You've no imagination! All right, let's show not tell... Amy, pass me that hideous brooch you seem to be wearing all of a sudden.'
'What?' Amy looked down at her shirt. 'Oh! Yes!'
She unpinned the brooch (it truly was hideous, what had she been thinking?) and handed it over.
The Doctor placed the brooch on the far side of the pallet. 'Keep watching that.'
He pointed the satellite dish at Amy and played with the controls. A tiny, crackly image of Amy appeared above the brooch.
Amy began to laugh. 'Help me, Obi-Wan!' she cried. 'Oh, I've always wanted an excuse to say that.'
'How can we be sure people will hand the stuff 168
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over?' Rory said. 'Doesn't it make them want to keep it?'
The Doctor turned earnestly to the Teller. 'This is where you come in. I need you to talk. Talk like you've never done before. You're going to tell the best story you've ever told, the story of your life.
Tell people they have to give up the metal. Tell them why. Get them to bring it out.' Seeing the Teller's doubtful expression, he said, more urgently, 'I know you can do it. You're a natural. You turned your little brother from a serf into a king!'
The Teller shook his head. 'Doctor, we both know it was the dragon that did that.'
'No, you did it. All your idea. All your words. I heard you in the council hall! You were magnificent.
And it's exactly like I told you - all that Enamour did was to amplify your voice so that people couldn't help listening.' He held the dish out. 'This will make your voice stronger than ever before.
And what you'll be telling is a better story than any you've told before. Because it's going to save the lives of every single person in this city.'
The Teller stared at the satellite dish. 'Let me see if I understand what you mean. You want me to speak to the people of Geath and explain that they must surrender the metal at once. That they should bring it to the grand plaza in front of the council chamber.