Arthur nods, looking down at the map again thoughtfully. "This is all hypothetical; ideally no one gets caught, but just make sure there are enough breadcrumbs leading somewhere else so they forget to look at the courts at all."

He takes a deep breath. "So, on election day," he begins, running through it again to make sure it's clear in his head, "ballots get copied and forged. You'll need help with that, so I assume you have fae you trust or memory potions. Forged ballots get delivered to the couriers, they switch them out some time before the second hand-off... Ballots get delievered, counted, Norrell loses."

Arthur stares down at the map for a moment, then looks up at Eames. "A lot of this counts on the Night Council being sloppy or not having the resources to prevent this."