The planet Chloris is very fertile, but metal is in short supply,
and has therefore become extremely valuable.
A huge creature, with most unusual physical properties,
arrives from an alien planet which can provide Chloris with
metal  from  its  own  unlimited  supplies,  in  exchange  for
chlorophyll.
However, the ruthless Lady Adrasta has been able to exploit
the shortage of metal to her own advantage, and has no wish
to see the situation change.
The  Doctor  and  Romana  land  on  Chloris  just  as  the
creature's alien masters begin to lose patience over their
ambassador's long absence.
The action the aliens decide to take will have devastating
consequences for Chloris,  unless  something  is  done  to
prevent it...
ISBN 0 426 20123 X




DOCTOR WHO
AND THE
CREATURE FROM
THE PIT
Based on the BBC television serial by David Fisher by
arrangement with the British Broadcasting Corporation
DAVID FISHER
published by
The Paperback Division of
W. H. ALLEN & Co. Ltd




A Target Book
Published in 1981
by the Paperback Division of W. H. Allen & Co. Ltd.
A Howard & Wyndham Company
44 Hill Street, London W1X 8LB
Novelisation copyright (c) David Fisher 1981
Original script copyright (c) David Fisher 1979
'Doctor Who' series copyright (c) British Broadcasting
Corporation 1979, 1981
Printed in Great Britain by
Anchor Brendon Ltd, Tiptree, Essex
ISBN 0426 20123 X
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by
way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out or
otherwise circulated without the publisher's prior consent in
any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is
published and without a similar condition including this
condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.




CONTENTS
1 The Pit
2 Wolfweeds
3 The Doctor's Leap to Death
4 The Creature
5 Organon
6 The Web
7 The Meeting
8 The Shield
9 Erato
10 Complications
11 Wrapping Up




1
The Pit
It  was  a  beautiful  day,  thought  the  Lady  Adrasta.  Hot  and
humid, of coursewhich was hardly surprising, since the whole
planet  was  covered  with  a  thick  impenetrable  junglebut
nonetheless, a beautiful day for an execution.
'No! No! Please... my lady... please...'
The Lady Adrasta ignored the man's cries as her guards
dragged him to the edge of the old mineshaft they called the Pit.
The wretched engineer had failed her. Those who failed her
died.  It  was  a  simple  rule  designed  to  encourage  efficiency
amongst her subjects. Some it did; some it didn't. Those it didn't
were obviously deliberately refractory and she was better off
without them.
The man had become silent, staring in horror down into the
darkness below him.
Bored,  the  Lady  Adrasta  looked  around.  The  green
oppressive jungle seemed almost visibly to be encroaching on the
mineshaft. It was encroaching everywhere on the planet, she
thought, like a vast green sea.
'Well, what are we waiting for?' she snapped irritably at her
Vizier, Madam Karela. 'We haven't got all day.' The wizened old
woman with evil eyes fingered the knife she wore at her waist. All
this business of the Pit, she thought, is a waste of time. Why the
Pit? Simpler to cut their throatsquicker, too. Still if my lady
wanted to indulge her whim...
Karela signalled to the guard who carried the great hunting
horn. It was made out of the antler of some huge beast. The
guard raised the horn to his lips and blew a single blast, which
echoed and re-echoed in the green clearing.




There was a moment of silence, of expectancy. Even the
victim fell silent. Everyone waited. Then it came: an answering
call  from the Pit, inhumannot animal, eitherthe sound of
some great... what? The victim staring down caught a glimpse of
something enormous yet shapeless,  moving  in  the  darkness
below, and screamed.
The Lady Adrasta nodded to the guards. Two of them seized
the poor engineer and hurled him over the edge of the Pit. She
watched with interest  as  he  fell  amongst  the  pile  of  bones,
remnants of previous engineers and scientists who had failed
her. Then something, a shape, unimaginably huge, and of an
extraordinary luminescent green, rolled towards him, covering
him.
The man screamed and was silent.
The Lady Adrasta shivered and turned away.
Madam Karela glanced at her mistress and shrugged. The
knife, she thought, would be easier, simpler: all this fuss about
using the Creature of the Pit.




2
Wolfweeds
Number  Four  Hold  was  proving  to  be  a  problem.  Not
surprisingly, reflected Romana. It probably hadn't been cleared
out since the day the Doctor had first taken off in the TARDIS
from Gallifrey.
She was in the throes of spring-cleaningan impossible task,
as  she readily admitted to herself. The TARDIS itself was a
multi-dimensional vehicle, which meant that parts of it tended to
exist in various times and in different dimensions. You might
clear out a cupboard now and five minutes later find it full of the
most outlandish objects which had appeared from you had no
idea where (or when): like this cardboard box, labelled Toys
from Hamleys.
Romana opened the lid and inspected the contents. What on
earth had persuaded the Doctor to preserve this collection of
useless junk? A single patent-leather dancing pump, signed on
the  sole
Love  from  Fred;  the  jawbone  of  some  animal;
something that looked like a musical instrument and probably
wasn't; a ball of string; a blonde chest-wig. Then suddenly her
eye lighted on a familiar signthe Seal of Gallifrey stamped on
an unopened package. Beside the Seal were the words 'INSTAL
IMMEDIATELY' and a date. Whatever it was was supposed to
have  been  installed  twelve  years  ago.  She  unwrapped  the
package.
The Doctor was enjoying the luxury of being read to. He
had programmed K9 with the works of Beatrix Potter and was
sitting back listening to the Tale of Peter Rabbit. He looked up
irritably when, at a crucial point in the story, Romana entered
carrying a piece of equipment.




'What's this?' she asked. 'I found it in Number Four Hold.'
'Oh, some useless piece of junk. Chuck it away.'
K9, ever helpful, knew better.
'It's   a   Mark                                                         3  Emergency  Transceiver,  mistress,'  he
explained.
'What's it for?' asked Romana.
'To receive and send distress calls, mistress.'
But  the  Doctor  wasn't  impressed.  The  authorities  on
Gallifrey were always sending him new pieces of equipment to
try  out.  If  he  wasted  his  valuable  time  installing  every  new
gimmick they sent him, he would never have time for the really
important things.
'Like  listening  to  the  Tale  of  Peter  Rabbit?'  suggested
Romana.
The Doctor decided to overlook that remark. 'In any case,'
he declared,  marshalling  what  he  regarded  as  the  ultimate
argument, 'what was the point of installing a Distress Transceiver
when I was never in distress.' Seeing Romana's reaction, he
added hastily, 'Well, not often. Not what you'd call often.'
'The Transceiver plugs into the central console, mistress,'
observed K9.
'Thank you, K9,' replied Romans plugging in the equipment
and switching on.
Immediately the TARDIS was filled with a wild screeching
noise,  a  high-pitched  babble  of  sound  as  if  something  were
screaming hysterically.
The Doctor and Romana put their hands over their ears, but
only for a moment, because suddenly the TARDIS tilted at a
mad angle and both of them were hurled into a heap in the
corner. A moment or two later the TARDIS righted itself. It had
landed  somewhere.  The  Doctor  staggered  to  his  feet  and
switched off the Transceiver. He turned to Romana. 'Now you




know why I never installed that thing,' he observed. 'It never
worked properly.'
'Correction, master,' said K9. 'That is how it is supposed to
work.'
But the Doctor had switched on the scanning screen and was
too busy studying their landing place to reply. 'Good Lord,' he
exclaimed. 'Incredible.'
From her position on the floor Romana looked up at the
screen. All she could see was jungle: green, impenetrable jungle,
and something huge and curved that rose into the air.
When Romana joined the Doctor outside, she found him
studying this enormous structure with interest. Because of the
jungle, it was difficult to make out its size, let alone its purpose.
But seemed to be about 400 metres long and it rose unevenly to
a height of about 10 metres. The top was serrated as if broken by
some force. Surely it  couldn't  be  a  wallit  was  only  a  few
centimetres thick.
'What is it?' she asked.
'An egg, of course,' replied the Doctor. 'Or at least part of
the shell. Have a look round and see if you can find the rest of
it.'
Romana stared at the thing in astonishment. It scarcely
seemed possible. And yet now she came to look at the structure
there was something egg-like about it. But what kind of creature
could have laid an egg 400 metres long?
'I'll tell you something else,' went on the Doctor, scratching
at the shell with his penknife. 'This thing's made of metal. Did
you say something?' he enquired politely.
'No,' replied Romana. 'I think what you heard was just my
mind boggling. Metal birds laying metal eggs. Though I suppose
it doesn't have to be a bird, does it? Other things lay eggs.'




The Doctor had taken an electronic stethoscope from his
pocket and had placed the receiver against the shell. 'It's alive,'
he announced. 'The shell. Listen.'
Romana took the stethoscope. She heard a high-pitched
babble of sound. It was the same sound they had heard in the
TARDIS over the Emergency Transceiver. 'Whoever heard of an
eggshell sending a distress call?' she demanded. 'There has to be
a transmitter somewhere. It stands to reason.'
The Doctor was intrigued by the phrase. Why should you
stand to reason. It didn't make sense. Why didn't you lie down to
reason? So much more sensible: rests the cerebellum. He was just
about to remark on the fact when he realised that Romana had
gonesearching  for  the  transmitter  no  doubt.  Still,  why
shouldn't an eggshell transmit a distress callparticularly if it
was broken?
A rustling sound in the jungle momentarily disturbed him.
He looked round. No sign of anyone. The jungle was still, except
for a round green puff-ball like a tumbleweed. Its fronds were
waving gently as if disturbed by a breeze. The Doctor returned
to his examination of the shell. There was no doubt it was made
of the most extraordinary material. It looked as if it had been
woven.
Again there was a rustling sound. The Doctor turned round.
Curious: there were now three tumbleweeds, or whatever they
were, in the clearing behind him. A second later, when he looked
round  again,  there  were  four  tumbleweeds  behind  him.
Suddenly, as he looked, one of the weeds floated across the
clearing and attached itself to the sleeve of his coat. They were
big things, the size of a barrel. When he tried to pull the thing off
him, he found that he couldn't. The weed was covered with
curious hooked thorns, like claws. Another weed floated across
the clearing and attached itself to his leg. When a third attached
itself to him, he discovered he was helpless. 'Romana! Romana!'




he called. But she didn't hear him. She had walked round to the
far side of the shell and was trying to get some idea of the actual
size of the thing.
The weight of the weeds dragged him to the ground. More
were already emerging from the jungle into the clearing. In a
moment they took flight too and attached themselves to him.
Desperately he tried to drag himself away round the curve of the
egg. In doing so, he ran into a boot. The Doctor clutched it
thankfully and looked into the face of its owner, the sight of
whom was not comforting. A grim-faced, leather-clad individual
looked down at him. In his hand he held a long sword with a
serrated blade.
'Could you get these things  off  me?'  asked  the  Doctor.
'Please.'
A whip cracked. It was wielded by another leather-clad
figure  who emerged from the jungle. The weeds seemed to
cringe. They immediately released the Doctor and, like obedient
hounds, took their position behind the huntsman.
'Thank you,' said the Doctor attempting to rise. But the first
man put his foot on his chest and looked to the huntsman for
orders.
'Kill him,' ordered the huntsman.
The other man swung his long sword and prepared to split
open the Doctor's skull.
'I don't want to stand on protocol,' observed the Doctor, 'but
shouldn't you at least take me to your leader before you do
anything we'd both be sorry for later.'
The man looked at the huntsman for instructions. He in
turn looked at the wizened old woman all in black, who had just
appeared round the side of the eggshell. She drove Romana
before her at knife point.
'Leave him,' said Madam Karela. 'We'll kill him later.'




'Thank you,' replied the Doctor gratefully. He rose to his
feet and dusted himself down. The weeds rustled angrily behind
the huntsman, who cracked his whip.
'What are those things?'
'Wolfweeds,' declared Madam Karela.
'Weeds? Plants?'
'Specially grown in the Lady Adrasta's nurseries,' explained
Madam Karela. 'We use them for hunting.'
'Hunting what?'
'Criminals.'
The Doctor  regarded  the  botanical  hounds  with  some
trepidation. 'Have you tried getting her interested in geraniums
instead?' he enquired. 'Much safer. And they bloom, too.'
But Madam Karela ignored such pleasantries. 'What are you
doing in the Place of Death?' she asked.
'Why do you call it that?' asked the Doctor. 'Because anyone
found here is automatically put to death.'
'I  trust  you  make exceptions,' remarked the Doctor. But
from the look of Madam Karela, he realised that she never made
exceptions.  However, she was interested in the TARDIS.  'It
travels?' she enquired. 'How? It's got no wheels.'
The Doctor offered to show her, but just at that moment the
Wolfweeds began to rustle and their thorns started making a
curious clacking noise. The huntsman declared that they sensed
danger.  Bandits  were  approaching.  Madam  Karela  ordered
everyone to be ready to move out.
The soldiers  locked  the  Doctor  into  what  looked  like
portable stocks. His head and hands were held in a kind of
wooden yoke, leaving him free to walk. Madam Karela climbed
into her litter. With soldiers and Wolfweeds guarding her, the
procession left the Place of Death and plunged into the jungle.
The Doctor and Romana, surrounded by guards, brought up the
rear.




The attack, when it came, was swift and decisive. A horde of
stocky,  lank-haired  men,  wearing  skins  and  wielding  clubs,
suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It was all over in a matter of
seconds. Leaving two soldiers and one of their own number
dead, the men vanished into the jungle again.
It  was  a  minute or two before the Doctor realised that
Romana had gone. She had been abducted by the wild men.




3
The Doctor's Leap to Death
'Here she is,' said the small, pockmarked bandit, thrusting her
into the cave.
Romana looked around. Her captors were a rough-looking
lot, dressed in filthy skins and rags. Their living conditions were
obviously no more attractive than their personal appearance.
The cave was small, damp, and smelt of wood smoke and rancid
cooking fat.  Crouched by a fire that burned smokily in the
darkness, was a tattered figure crooning to himself, as he drooled
over a small collection of metal junk, which was piled upon an
animal skin. The collection contained nothing of any value as far
as Romans could see: old nails, bits of broken cooking vessels,
toolsall lovingly polished. Torvin hastily covered the bandits'
haul of metal and regarded Romana suspiciously. What's that?'
he demanded.
'One  of  Adrasta's  ladies-in-waiting,'  replied  Edu,  the
pockmarked one. 'I think.'
Romana decided not to disabuse him of this notion. Being a
lady-in-waiting indicated at least a certain social position on the
planet. However, Torvin's reply was not reassuring.
'Kill her,' he said.
'But we could ransom her,' objected Edu. 'She might be
valuable.'
'How many times do I have to tell you, prisoners are only
valuable if they're made of metal,' pointed out Torvin. 'Has she
got metal legs?'
Edu regarded Romana's full-length skirt with interest.
'No,' said Romana.
Torvin shrugged and drew his finger across his throat.




'Is he your leader?' Romana enquired.
'No,' replied Edu. 'He's Torvin.'
'I'm the brains of this gang,' declared Torvin. 'The planner.
I plan, they go out and do what I planned. It works very well.
Look at that.' He pointed proudly to the hoard of metal. 'Bet
you've never seen as much metal as that all together at one time,
have you? Get on with it,' he said to Edu, who drew a rusty knife
from his belt and felt the blade with his thumb.
'If he's not your leader, why do you always do what he says?'
enquired Romana.
'I don't,' replied Edu. 'We all have a vote.'
'But nobody voted,' objected Romana.
Edu, Ainu and the other bandits turned on Torvin.
'So vote,' replied the latter. 'Vote... then kill her.'
The Castle rose out of the jungle like a great black sea-beast
rising from the green depths. The thick outer walls kept the
jungle  at  baythough for how much longer, wondered the
Doctor. Already leaves and creepers were growing up the walls,
forcing their hair-like roots into the mortar, cracking even the
great stone blocks themselves.
The procession  wound  through  the  imposing  gateway.
When the last of the Wolfweeds had entered the courtyard, the
massive  doors  swung  to  behind  them,  shutting  out  the
oppressive jungle.
The huntsman shouted and cracked his whip, driving the
Wolfweeds off to their kennels. Or was it hothouses, in view of
the fact that they were plants? The Doctor wondered what Lady
Adrasta fed them on: dried blood?
Still wearing his yoke, the Doctor followed Madam Karela up
the  steps  into  the  outer  hall  of  the  Castle.  Beyond  lay  the
audience chambers of the Lady Adrasta. He was about to follow




the black-robed Vizier into the presence of Adrasta, when the old
woman gestured to the guards to restrain him.
The Doctor waited. He walked up and down, whistling to
himself, watching the guards. There were only two on duty.
They were bored. Locked into the yoke he was wearing, the
Doctor wasn't going to get away. Or so they thought. But the
Doctor had other ideas.
The Doctor tried to scratch his nose. But with his hands
locked at shoulder level, about four feet apart, it was obviously
an impossibility.
'Could you scratch my nose?' he asked the guards.
The guards, as guards will, conferred. There was nothing in
guardroom orders to suggest  that  they  should  not  assist  a
prisoner. On the other hand, there was nothing to suggest they
should.
'Look,' suggested the Doctor. 'Just put your hand out and
I'll rub my nose on it.'
As the guard put his hand to the Doctor's nose, he swung the
heavy wooden yoke. One end caught the first guard in the side
of  the  head and the other end smashed against the second
guard's jaw. Both men dropped as if poleaxed. The Doctor
stepped over their recumbent forms and made for the door.
'Do let me take that thing off,' said a woman's voice. 'It must
be frightfully uncomfortable.'
The Doctor turned to find himself face to face with a tall,
remarkably handsome woman with dark hair. She ignored the
unconscious guards and unlocked the Doctor's hands from the
yoke, which she handed to Madam Karela.
'You would be the Lady Adrasta,' observedtheDoctor.
'And you would be the fellow who was found at the Place of
Death,' she replied.
He wished they wouldn't keep calling it by that name. It
made him distinctly  uneasy.  He  followed  Adrasta  into  the




audience chamber. He heard the guards groan and out of the
corner of his eye saw Madam Karela kicking them savagely.
'What did you make of the Object at the Place of Death?'
asked Adrasta. 'You know, some of the finest brains on Chloris
have spent years trying to unravel the problem. What did you
make of it?'
'It's an egg,' replied the Doctor.
Surprised, Adrasta stopped in her tracks.  'Are you sure?
Have you ever seen anything like it before?'
The Doctor had to admit that he hadn't. Nor had he any
idea what kind of creature might have laid such a huge thing.
However, he was more interested at the moment in rescuing
Romana than in a theoretical discussion about the nature of the
Object.
'Of course,' agreed Adrasta sympathetically. 'I understand.
I'll send a troop of guards immediately. Madam Karela will take
personal command of the rescue operations.' The older woman
saluted  and  left  the  audience  chamber.                          'Don't  worry,'  said
Adrasta.                                                             'My Wolfweeds will  find  your  companion.  Madam
Karela is very efficient.'
'What will the bandits do to Romana?' asked the Doctor.
'Kill her quicklyif she's lucky.'
'And if she's not?'
'Then,' said Adrasta with a sympathetic smile, 'they will kill
her very, very slowly.'
The democratic process had run its course. Unfortunately only
the  pockmarked  Edu  had  voted  for  Romana's  continued
survival, and he hardly looked cut out for the role of a knight in
shining armour. Romana rewarded him with a dazzling smile
which brought a blush to his pitted cheeks.




Torvin meanwhile rubbed his hands, delighted at having his
original decisions upheld by the gang. 'All right, my lovely boys,'
he declared. 'We're all agreed now. Six votes to one. We kill her.'
'Who'll do it?' asked Ainu.
'You can,' replied Torvin generously.
'Suppose the Lady Adrasta finds out,' objected Ainu.
'She won't.'
'But supposing she did?'
Romana detected in the faces of Torvin's gang a certain lack
of enthusiasm for the task. Unimpressive they might be, but she
had no doubt that they would eventually carry out their threat.
It was now time, she decided, to take a more decisive hand in
events.
Torvin and his men were arguing amongst themselves as to
who would do the deed and how. 'It doesn't matter what you
use,' shouted Torvin. 'Knife, club or leetrobe*. Just kill her!'
'Go ahead,' said Romans, more calmly than she felt. 'Kill me.
Commit suicide if you must.'
'Don't listen to her,' warned Torvin. 'She's only trying to
scare you. Kill her!'
'If you murdered one of her ladies-in-waiting, Adrasta would
hunt you down with her guards and her Wolfweeds, wouldn't
she?' demanded Romans. 'No matter how long it took, no matter
where you went.'
The members of the gang looked uneasy. They seemed in
no doubt  that  that  was  precisely  what  Adrasta  would  do.
Whoever this Adrasta was, reflected Romans, she must be pretty
formidable; the thought of her obviously terrified this bunch of
incompetents.
'So what do you think she would do if you murdered an
important visitor to her planet?' Romana continued.
*
A leetrobe is a species of giant flowering lettuce unique to Chloris.




'She's just trying to save her own skin!' screamed Torvin.
'Don't listen to her.'
Ainu, who was hairier, if less pockmarked, than Edu, made a
clumsy attempt at a bow. 'Who are you, my lady?' he asked
Romana.
Romana smiled. She almost felt like patting the unappetising
little man on the top of his filthy head.
'That,' she observed kindly, 'is the first sensible question I
have been asked since you brought me here.' She drew herself
up to her full height. 'I am an intergalactic traveller and a Time
Lady,'  she  declared  proudly.                                      'And I am not used to being
assaulted and held captive by a collection of grubby, hairy little
men.'
This was too much for Torvin, who could see he was on the
verge of losing the argument. He seized his club and came at
her. The others grabbed him before he could club her to the
ground.
'Sit down!' snapped Romana. 'This minute.' Sheepishly the
men squatted on their haunches. 'That's better,' said Romana
and took from around her neck the whistle that summoned K9
and put it to her lips. Torvin snatched it away from her.
'What's this?' he demanded.
'It's  a whistle,' said Romana. 'Blow through it if you don't
believe me.'
Torvin put it to his lips and blew long and hard. But there
was no sound they could hear because its whistle operated at
higher  frequencies  than  the  human  ear  could  register.
Nevertheless,  inside  the  TARDIS, which rested by the huge
eggshell  at  the  Place  of  Death,  K9  responded.  His  micro-
circuiting was activated by the stimulus of the whistle. 'Coming,
mistress,' he said in his high-pitched mechanical voice.
Back in the bandits' cave, Torvin looked at the whistle in
disgust. 'It doesn't work,' he complained.




'Keep blowing,' advised Romana. 'Something'll happen soon
enough.'
'You said you had some theories about this eggshell,' enquired
the Lady Adrasta.
But the Doctor was staring in fascination at something that
hung on the wall of the audience chamber. It looked like a huge
circular shield, with a great boss in the centre. But it obviously
wasn't a shield because when he touched it, the material it was
made of felt almost like living flesh.
'Did you hear me, Doctor?' demanded the Lady Adrasta.
'Yes, yes. Where did this thing come from?'
'It was found in the jungle about fifteen years ago,' replied
Adrasta. 'Tell me about the shell. My huntsman heard you say it
was alive.'
'Alive? It's screaming in pain,' said the Doctor. He touched
the shield again. 'What is it, do you know?'
'No!'  declared  Adrasta  and  returned  to  the  subject  that
interested her. 'If the shell is screaming as you say, why can no
one hear it?'
'Because it's only detectable at very low frequencies. That's
why.' He took out his penknife and tried to scratch the shield.
But his knife made no impression: flesh-like yet impervious to a
sharp instrumentextraordinary.
'What is the shell screaming about?' demanded Adrasta.
'More to the point,' replied the Doctor,                             'for  whom is it
screaming? It's mother? If so, the mind boggles. Just think of the
size of Mummy.'
But the Lady Adrasta had heard enough. She crossed the
room and drew back a hanging which covered a low doorway. In
the doorway stood two men in long black robes, looking like a
pair of unemployed undertakers. Adrasta introduced them as
two of her engineers, Doran and Tollund.




'You heard?' she asked the engineers.
'Perfectly,' replied Tollund, the older and more senior of the
two.
'He is quite wrong,' declared Doran. 'In my latest paper on
the subject I prove conclusively, on astrological and astronomical
grounds, that the structure that stands in the Place of Death, that
he calls an egg, is in fact the remains of an ancient temple.'
'Rubbish,' said the Doctor. 'It's an egg.'
Tollund  shook  his  head.                                            'Have  you  considered  the
implications?' he asked. 'A bird large enough to lay an egg that
size would have a wingspan of at least a mile.'
But the Doctor was not to be dissuaded. 'It isn't only birds
who lay eggs,' he pointed out. 'Fish do, too.'
'On land?' scoffed Doran. He turned to Adrasta. 'My lady...'
'Reptiles lay eggs,' said the Doctor.
'My lady, this man is being...'
'So do frogs.'
'... frivolous.'
'He's right, you know,' confessed the Doctor. 'It's a fatal flaw
in my character.'
Doran shook his head pityingly. It was obvious that this odd
visitor  knew very little  science.  But perhaps he would prove
amenable  to  logical  argument  and  the  weight  of  genuine
scholarship. 'How do you account for the marks of intense heat
on the exterior of the shell?' he asked.
'Perhaps  someone tried  to  fry  it,'  suggested  the  Doctor
mischieviously.
The man was absurd; a charlatan of some sort, decided
Doran. He turned to the Lady Adrasta and shrugged. But if he
was looking for sympathy, he found none. Adrasta glared at the
unfortunate engineer.




'I  saw no mention in your paper that the shell was alive,
Engineer Doran,' she said in a voice cold enough to freeze
mercury.
'Of course you didn't, my lady. Because it isn't. It can't be
alive.'  Desperately he looked to Tollund for support, but his
superior avoided his eyes. Bravely Doran ploughed on. 'Our
instruments have detected absolutely no sign of life in the shell.'
'His did,' replied Adrasta, indicating the Doctor.
'Perhaps I had an unfair advantage,' remarked the Doctor.
'Better equipment?'
'An open mind.'
But the Lady Adrasta was in no mood for pleasantries.
Engineer Doran had failed her. Those who failed her died. It
was a simple rule designed to ensure the total dedication of all
who served her. She regarded Doran almost with regret. He was
a not unattractive young man, and once he had even shown signs
of  brilliance.  There  was  a  time  when  she  had  considered
replacing Tollund with Doran. It was a pity he had failed to live
up to his promise. 'Take him!' she ordered the guards.
Terrified, knowing what his fate would be, Doran sank to his
knees. 'My lady, I beg you...' But the guards seized him and
dragged him away.
Adrasta turned to the Doctor. 'Since you know a lot more
about that shell than you seemed prepared to say, perhaps this
little demonstration will encourage you to be more co-operative
in future.'
Romana was curious. 'Why did you become bandits?' she asked.
'Because the Lady Adrasta closed down the mine,' explained
Edu.
'So you're really miners, then?'
The seven bandits nodded their heads forlornly. Romana
looked at them. Of course, she thought, that would explain




everything. As bandits they were hopeless. They were probably
the most ill-organised, unprofessional collection of criminals she
had ever met in her travels through umpteen galaxies and only
the TARDIS knew how many hundreds of thousands of years.
'Why did Adrasta close the mine?' she asked.
'Because of the Creature,' said Ainu.
'What Creature? Where did it come from?'
The seven little men shook their heads. One day, as usual,
they had reported for work at the mine and found the Creature
in residence. It was huge and filled every corner of the mine, like
some vast earthworm.
'I think it must have lain in the earth for centuries until our
mining disturbed it,' declared one of the miners.
The others nodded in agreement.
'So  that's  why  metal  became scarce!' exclaimed Romana.
'That's why the jungle started to encroach everywhere. You had
no tools to cut it back.'
'There never was very much metal available,' said Edu.
'Adrasta owned the only working mine.'
'I wouldn't say metal was scarce,' declared Torvin laying a
grubby protective hand on their hoard. 'For us at any rate. Eh,
lads?'
Romana looked at the pathetic pile of junk. 'Is that the best
you could do?'
Torvin quivered with indignation. 'That's the result of scores
of daring raids,' he said. 'All meticulously planned, all timed to
the second. We've risked our lives a dozen times over for this
little lot.'
'We have, you mean,' objected Ainu.  'I don't recall you
risking anything. You just stay here and keep the booty well
polished,  while  we  go  out  and  face  Adrasta's  guards  and
Wolfweeds.'




Torvin waved his objection aside.  'Someone has to plan.
Someone has to organise. Someone has to be the brains behind
our success.'
'You call this success?' scoffed Romana.  'I must be quite
frank with you, gentlemen: as bandits you're hardly in the Jesse
James class.'
The bandits stared at her blankly. Romana decided she
didn't have time to educate Torvin and his band in the details of
Western mythology. It was time for her to go. She could hear the
approaching whirr of K9. She rose to her feet.
'Well, I must be going now.'
'You're going nowhere,' declared Torvin. He turned to the
others. 'I've been thinking. Perhaps you were right. Perhaps we
can ransom her. Maybe Adrasta will pay a sack or two of metal
for our lady traveller.'
'I should think it most unlikely,' said Romana. 'Anyway I'm
afraid you'll never find out.'
At that moment K9 entered the cave. The bandits stared at
the  apparition  in  astonishment.  They  had  never  seen  a
mechanical animal before. Torvin was the first to appreciate the
value of K9. He positively drooled at the thought.
'It's made of metal! All made of real metal! It must be worth
a fortune.'
Picking up his club, he approached K9, who swivelled to
meet him, keeping his sensors and ray gun trained on the
bandit.
'Goodbye, gentlemen,' said Romana. 'I can't honestly say it's
been a pleasure.'
Torvin waved her to go. 'Go if you want to. But you're
leaving that thing here. Think what he's worth, lads!' he said to
the others. 'All that metal.'
'K9,' ordered Romana.




Switching his ray gun to stun, K9 stopped Torvin in his
tracks.
'It's all right, he's not dead,' explained Romana kindly. 'He'll
come to in a minutewith a very sore head. But then I expect
you're used to that.'
With K9 covering her retreat she left the cave.
It  was  a  typical  mineshaftwith  a  windlass  and  rope
descending into the depths. But the sight of it seemed to terrify
Doran the engineer, who was held between the two guards. At a
signal from Adrasta one of the guards blew a single blast on a
large horn.
'What is this place?' asked the Doctor, staring fascinated
down the shaft.
'We call it the Pit.'
The echoes of the horn call died and there was a moment of
silence, a moment of expectancy. Then from the bowels of the
earth, from the very depths of the Pit, came an answering call,
inhuman, yet not animal eitherthe sound of some great...
thing.
The guards put ropes round Doran's shoulders, attached
them to the windlass, then pushed the terrified man so that he
swung over the Pit. The engineer screamed and begged for his
life.
The Doctor intervened. 'Look,' he said to Adrasta. 'I don't
know what you're planning, but I suggest you think again.
Engineer Doran may be a bit of an idiot, but at least he's a
reasonably conscientious idiot. And even bad engineers are hard
to come by this side of the galaxy.'
But Adrasta wasn't listening. She was staring downwards into
the Pit, waiting for something. Her expression was almost lustful,
as if she were awaiting for a lover to appear.




Once again the guard blew upon the horn. And once again
from the depths of the Pit, though nearer this time, came the
answering call.
'What is it?' asked the Doctor.
At  a  sign  from  Adrasta  the  guards  began  to  lower  the
screaming engineer down into the Pit.
The call came again, closer still: neither human nor animal,
the sound of some great... thing... bayingwhether in anger or
agony or merely hunger, the Doctor could not tell. He joined
Adrasta on the platform at the edge of the Pit and stared down
into the depths.
They saw Doran reach the bottom. At a sign from Adrasta
the guards cut the windlass rope. Down below they watched
Doran free himself. The man looked around in obvious terror.
The thingwhatever it waswas coming closer. The Doctor
could smell it: a strange metallic odour, like silver polish or a
run-down battery. He stared into the darkness below wondering
what was about to appear. A rush of foul, fetid air surged up the
mineshaft. The Creature must be enormous, he realised. It was
acting like a giant piston, filling the shafts and corridors of the
mine, driving the exhausted air upwards.
Then suddenly something vast and shapeless, some-thing
that was a livid purulent green, covered the bottom of the Pit.
Doran screamed once, and then his cries were cut short as the
immensity of the Creature flowed inexorably over him.
Adrasta turned to the Doctor. That is what happens to those
who fail me.'
Unseen by the guards, undetected by the Wolfweeds, K9
and Romana emerged from the jungle. Everyone was stood
around the mineshaft staring into the depths.
'K9,' whispered Romana, 'fire at the first sign of trouble.'
'Understood, mistress.'
'Doctor!' she called.




The Doctor and Adrasta reacted instantly.
'Seize her!' snarled Adrasta to her guards.
'Run for  it!'  shouted  the  Doctor.                              'Quick.  Its  your  only
chance.'
The guards immediately  converged  on  Romana.                     'Stand
back!' she cried. 'I'm warning you. I have K9.'
K9 turned his nose laser onto the first guard and stopped
him in his tracks. Another guard went down a moment later.
Adrasta shouted for the Wolfweeds. The huntsman cracked his
whip and the strange plants drifted over to K9. The first was
incinerated by the robot. It made a curious mewing sound, like a
lost kitten, and burst into flames. A second Wolfweed was turned
into charcoal. A third was badly singed. But by now the others
had reached K9. They fastened themselves to his sensors, to his
metal sides, to his back. In a moment he was submerged beneath
half a dozen of the plants.
'K9!'  cried  Romans  in  alarm.  There  was  silence,  no
movement from within the mass of plants. 'K9!'
The Doctor meanwhile had been investigating the Pit. The
Creature seemed to have withdrawn. The end of the windlass
rope still hung part of the way down the mineshaft.
When the huntsman  cracked  his  whip  and  drove  the
Wolfweeds away from the robot, Romana saw that K9 was
motionless. He was covered in an impenetrable cocoon of fibres
or  hair.  The  Wolfweeds  had  wrapped  him  in  something
resembling a spider's web.
'Don't worry, my dear,' said Adrasta. 'The little creature is
only paralysed.' She turned to the Doctor triumphantly. 'Well,
Doctor,'  she  said,                                               'I  have  your  companion, your mechanical
animal and you. It seems that I hold all the cards now.'
'Not quite,' replied the Doctor. And he seized the windlass
rope and leapt into the Pit.




4
The Creature
Horrified, Romana saw the Doctor plunge into the Pit. Ignoring
everyone, she ran to the edge, hoping that somehow he had
managed to cling to the walls of the old mineshaft.
'Seize her!' cried Adrasta.
Two of the guards converged upon Romana.
'Let me go down to him,' she pleaded, struggling in their
arms. 'He may be hurt.'
Adrasta waved her aside. 'He's dead by now,' she replied.
'No one can save him from the Creature, certainly not you.
You're too valuable to lose.'
Romana stared blankly at the woman. 'Valuable? What do
you mean?'
'Because now he's gone, you're the only one left who knows
anything about that huge broken shell at the Place of Death.'
Adrasta stared down into the Pit, a look of regret on her face.
'He discovered something about it that none of my scientists had
even guessed in fifteen years. What a waste! He just did it to
guarantee your survival.'
'My survival?'
Adrasta regarded Romana with cold pitiless eyes. 'While he
was alive, I had no need of you. You were dispensable. But now
you're heir to all the Doctor's secrets. At least,' she added with a
smile that sent a shiver down Romana's spine, 'I hope you are.
Anyway we'll soon find out.'
The guards lashed the immobile K9 between two stout
branches, and four of them lifted the robot and took him away.
Everything of metal was of value on this god-forsaken planet,
thought Romana, otherwise K9 would have joined the Doctor at




the bottom of the Pit. She started suddenly as the Lady Adrasta
put an arm around her.
'Come along, my dear,' said the Lady. 'We've a lot to talk
about.' She looked towards the mineshaft and her expression
softened. 'Believe me,' she added, 'he's dead. No one comes out
of the Pit alive.'
This was a conclusion the Doctor was beginning to share.
He was clinging to an outcrop of rock halfway down the
mineshaft. He had noticed it when he had looked into the Pit.
Funny how it seemed to have shrunk. From above it had
appeared to be a sizeable ledge, big enough to sit on. Now he
was down here it seemed little more than a fingerholdand not
a very secure one at that. With his free hand he tried to drive a
pitonfortunately he had several in his pockets, along with a
hammerinto the rock face, and discovered that it was anything
but simple. The rock face seemed as hard as... well... rock. The
trouble was it all looked so easy in the books. He kept trying to
remember what that charming little Nepalese fellow had told
him. What was his name now? Tensing, was it? The Doctor gave
a last  despairing  bang  at  the  piton  and  then  tested  it  very
gingerly  to  see  if  it  would  bear  his  weight.  Ah,  it  would.
Excellent. Now for the next piton.
The second piton went in more easily than the first. A third
was driven in, and the Doctor began to feel that there was
nothing to this mountaineering lark after all. It was just a matter
of employing very basic principles of mechanicsthe kind of
thing old Isaac Newton had been so good at formulating.
When it came to the fourth piton, the Doctor discovered that
he had left the hammer behind on the ledge. Passing his scarf
through the third piton, the Doctor hung on and leaned back to
reach  for  the  hammer. Unused to such treatment his scarf
suddenly stretched. It stretched again. The third piton loosened.




For a moment the Doctor hung there in space by his scarf,
turning slowly like a chicken on a spit, watching the third piton
gently ease itself out of the rock face. Then with a muffled yell
the Doctor fell.
'I  should have paid more attention to that little Tensing
fellow,'  was  his  last  thought  before  he  landed in a heap on
something soft and wet. It turned out to be Engineer Doran.
Something has crushed him to a pulp.
'Sorry, old boy,' said the Doctor, rising to his feet. Then he
realised the engineer was unable to acknowledge his apology.
From the shaft the Pit broadened out into a large cavem
from which radiated several tunnels. The Doctor inspected each
tunnel.  Six  ways  presented  themselves:  which  one  to  take?
Blackness and fetid air  greeted  him at each opening. Then
faintly,   but   growing  louder  all  the  time,  he  heard  an
extraordinary sound, not human, not animal; a sudden rush of
air down one of the tunnels; a smell of old batteries. The Doctor
backed away. The Creature, whatever it was, was coming closer.
'What is that thing in the Pit?' asked Romana. She was in the
Lady Adrasta's audience chamber, facing the formidable ruler of
Chloris herself.
'We call it the Creature,' replied the Lady Adrasta.
That's original, thought Romana. But what kind of Creature
is it?
As if replying to her unasked question, Adrasta explained
that the thing had no shape. It was vast. It was an amorphous
mass that oozed through the tunnels like jelly. 'Our researchers,'
went on Adrasta, 'divide into two categories: those who have
been close enough to find out something about the Creature
and...'
'And?' prompted Romana.
'And those who are still alive.'




'All the same,' insisted Romana, 'you must know something
about the beast.'
'It  kills  people,'  replied  Adrasta.                            'What more is there to
know?'
Romana could think of quite a few things, but the Lady
Adrasta was obviously not disposed to discuss the Creature. It
just didn't make sense. Here was a real live monster oozing like
toothpaste around the tunnels of what appeared to be the only
mine on the planet, gobbling up failed engineers like so many
cocktail canapes, and preventing the mine from being worked.
And if any planet desperately needed metal it was Chloris. You
could almost see the jungle encroaching as you watched.
'Tell me about the shell you found at the Place of Death.'
What in the name of the Mudmen of Epsilon Eridani did the
rotten old shell  matter? The Doctor had claimed it was the
remains of an egg, but Romana wasn't convinced it was.
'Why are you so interested in the shell?' she demanded.
The Lady Adrasta looked up from admiring herself in an
ornate hand mirror. 'There are some questions,' she said, 'it is
wiser not to ask. Now tell me about the shell.'
'There are some questions,' replied Romana, 'it is wiser not
to' Without any perceptible  change of  expression  Adrasta
leaned forward and struck her savagely across the face. Romana
staggered back, her head ringing from the blow.
'Now, my dear,' said Adrasta sweetly, 'I'll ask you just once
more: are you going to tell me what you know about the shell?'
Romana rubbed her cheek and stared into the cold eyes of
the ruler of Chloris. She was aware that she had come very close
to death. 'I'll tell you whatever you want to know,' she said.
The Lady Adrasta nodded. 'Good. I was sure you would, my
dear. I just know we'll get along famously. Now...'




Fortunately  before  she  could  question  Romana  further,
some of the guards entered carrying the immobile K9. They put
the robot on a table.
What are you going to do with him?' asked Romana.
'Break him up, of course,' explained Adrasta. 'On this planet
metal is far too valuable to waste on mere toys.'
Romana's heart sank as she stared at K9 trapped in the web
the Woifweeds had spun around him. He looked like some
strange  chrysalis  immured  in  a  cocoon.  An  idea  began  to
germinate. If his power packs had not been damaged, perhaps
she could yet show this monstrous woman that K9 was anything
but a toy.
Round a bend in the tunnel the Doctor caught a glimpse of
something huge. It filled the tunnel from floor to roof. It was a
livid putrescent green. It flowed towards him like a solid wall of
slime.
The Doctor turned and fled. He found a narrower tunnel,
half-filled with rocks which had fallen when there had been a
cave-in. Scrambling desperately over the obstruction he tried to
put  as  much distance  as  possible  between  himself  and  the
Creature. The mine was honeycombed with passages, some large
enough to drive a truck through, some no more than narrow
crawls big enough to take one miner at a time. The prospect of
being  caught  in  one  of  those  with  the  Creature  oozing
remorselessly towards him made the Doctor shiver.
The trouble with the sight of a moving wall of slime, he
reflected,   was  that  it  drove  every  thought  of  scientific
investigation from one's mind. Next time I won't panicthat is,
if I'm unfortunate enough for there to be a next time.
His foot  struck  something  on  the  floor  of  the  tunnel
something hollow that rolled. The Doctor felt in his pocket for a
match, found one, and struck it on the wall of the tunnel. He




bent to pick up the hollow thing his foot had struckand found
himself face to face with a human skull. 'Perhaps after all,' he
said  to  the  skull,                                                    'one  should  temper  one's  enthusiasm  for
scientific enquiry with a modicum of caution.' The skull seemed
to agree.
Suddenly his nostrils were assailed with that extra-ordinary
smell,  like  old  batteries.  And  he  felt,  rather  than  heard,  a
movement in the darkness. A movement of air as if driven by
some giant piston. The tunnel was irradiated with a greenish
glow, like the light that shines from putrescent meat.
The Doctor backed cautiously away.
Something slid round the corner of the tunnel. It was like a
shapeless hand composed of green slime. With repulsive delicacy
it  elongated  itself,  reaching  blindly  down  the  tunnel  in  the
direction of the Doctor.
The Doctor backed against the rock face, trying to find a way
out, but the tunnel seemed to be a dead end...
In the great audience chamber of the Lady Adrasta's Palace an
extraordinary scene was in progress.
A guard swung a sledge hammer and brought it crashing
down on K9's head, which was still wrapped in the web spun by
the Wolfweeds. The guard was a powerful man and it was the
third time the hammer had struck K9. Romana couldn't stand
anymore. She had no way of knowing how much damage the
Wolfweeds had done to the robot.
'Stop  him!'  she  screamed.                                             'That maniac will damage his
circuitry.'
The Lady Adrasta gave no sign. The guard swung the
hammer once again.
'Look, I'll do anything you want,' cried Romana. 'Only don't
destroy him.'




The Lady Adrasta held up her hand. The guard arrested the
blow, but remained poised to strike, awaiting further orders.
'You'll tell me all about your travelling machine?' she asked.
Roman gave in. 'All right. But if that moron doesn't stop
trying to hammer K9 into sheet metal, it won't do you any good.
Everything you want to know is locked in K9's memory banks.
Damage them and you'll never learn anything.'
'Is that a threat?' demanded the Lady Adrasta.
'It's a fact.'
The Lady Adrasta signalled the guard to lower his hammer.
She came over to the bewebbed K9 and stroked him.
'So the little metal animal knows everything.' She turned a
smile of dazzling sweetness on Romana. 'That makes both you
and the Doctor redundant, doesn't it, my dear?'
'Not  quite,'  replied  Romana,  only  too  aware  of  what
happened  to  those  whom  the  Lady  Adrasta  found  to  be
redundant. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Madam
Karela sliding the knife from her belt, ready to do her mistress's
bidding.                                                             'You see,  I'm  the  only  one  who  can  operate  K9.
Without me he can't tell you what you want to know.'
The Lady Adrasta considered the information for a moment.
Very probably the girl was lying. She was after all a stranger to
the planet. She had yet to learn that lying to the Lady Adrasta
was a dangerous occupation. On the other hand, if what she said
was true... Adrasta signalled to Madam Karela to put her knife
away.
A hand gripped the Doctor's shoulderjust as the tentacle from
the Creature was about to touch him.
The Doctor turned to find himself face to face with a white-
bearded, white-haired old man in tattered but once ornate robes.
'This way. Quick,' he said.




The Doctor needed no second invitation as he followed the
old man between a gap in the rock face and into another tunnel.
The Creature slapped the rock where the Doctor had just
been.
The old man lead the Doctor down a maze of passages, some
of which they had to crawl along on hands and knees, so low
were the roofs. At last they reached a small cave where they
could stand upright. The cave was lit by a couple of small lamps.
These were no more than crude terra-cotta shells in which a
wick floated on some kind of vegetable oil.
The old man carefully brushed the dirt off his robes. The
Doctor was able to see that these were covered in various signs,
presumably of some mystic significance.
'Thank you,' said the Doctor, 'for saving me from that thing.'
The old man waved his thanks aside. 'Think nothing of it,
my friend. As my dear mother always used to sayshe was born
under the sign of Pratus, middle cusp,' he observed in passing, 'if
you can help somebody, like prevent them from being eaten by a
monster, then do so. They might be grateful.'
'Indeed I am,' replied the Doctor. 'Grateful, that is. And to
whom must I express my gratitude. Your name, sir?'
'Organon, sir,' declared the old man, drawing himself to his
full height and pulling his tattered robes about him. 'Astrologer
extraordinary,  seer  to  Princes  and  Emperors.  The  Future
foretold, the Past explained, the Present apologised for.'
'What brings you here?'
Organon look pained. The memory still rankled. 'A little
matter of a slight error in prophecy, sir,' he explained.
The Doctor nodded sympathetically.
'Are you perhaps in the business yourself, sir?' enquired the
old man.
The Doctor shrugged modestly. 'Did this prophecy by any
chance concern the Lady Adrasta?' he asked.




Organon nodded.  'Ah,'  he  said,                                       'you've  met  her.  Very
difficult woman.'
The Doctor smiled. 'Difficult' was hardly the word he would
have used to describe the Lady Adrasta. Still...
'Very literal mind,' complained Organon. 'I mean, when I
foretold that she would have visitors who came from beyond the
stars, she nearly went beserk. I mean I'm used to creating an
effectI do it rather well,' he confided to the Doctor. 'Use a big
dramatic voice. Close my eyes. Spread my arms wide. And say, I
see a creature coming to you from beyond the stars.' Organon's
voice boomed impressively in the enclosed space.
'Very good,' said the Doctor admiringly.
Organon  smiled  with  modest  satisfaction.                            'It's   nothing
really,' he explained, 'just the result of years of practice. Believe
in yourself, my mother used to say, and others will believe in
you. Trouble was, the Lady Adrasta didn't. Believe, that is.'
'I think she did,' replied the Doctor.
Organon stared at him incredulously. 'You do? You mean
she really  thought that  I  could  see  something coming from
beyond the stars?'
It was more than likely, thought the Doctor. Something had
certainly  got  the  Lady  Adrasta  worried.                            'Oh,  dear,'  said
Organon, shaking his head, 'I've done it again, haven't I? I get
carried away, you know. It's all right when I stick to astrology;
I'm a pretty good astrologer. It's just that sometimes on the spur
of the moment I get a sort of urge to... er...,' he searched for a
suitable word, 'er... overelaborate. You know how it is?'
The Doctor nodded sympathetically. He knew exactly how it
was. It  was the story of his own life: overelaboration; never
knowing when to stop; always going that bit further even when
caution and good sense said you had gone far enough. How
much trouble had he got himself in to doing just that? A wise
man would know when to call a halt. On the other hand, he




reflected, a wise man could get bored out of his mind. Whereas
he  had  always  enjoyed  himself  It  had  been  interesting.
Sometimes even fun.
'That would explain why the Lady Adrasta turned so nasty,'
declared Organon.  'She kept asking questions. What sort of
creature it was; how big; where it came from; how it travelled.
Well, how was I to answer? So I indulged in a little professional...
er...'
'Vagueness?'
'Discretion. Not that it did me any good,' complained the old
man. 'She threw me down here. Do you think she's actually
afraid of something coming from beyond the stars?'




5
Organon
As usual the bandits were indulging in their favourite pastime:
arguing. They were conducting yet another post mortem over
Romana's escape. Who was to blame? Who had allowed Torvin
to be struck down by K9's laser?
'Call yourself bandits?' sneered Torvin, who felt the need to
establish his ascendancy over them once again, even if only by
streams of abuse. He was uneasily aware that so far he had not
exactly distinguished himself in this affair. Shift the blame to
them: make 'em feel guilty.
'That mechanical animal was made of metal,' he continued.
'Every square centimetre of it. Pure metal. Without a spot of rust
on it. There was probably more metal in that thing than we've
even managed to steal in four moonflows.'
They looked at their hoard. Once it had seemed to represent
untold wealth. But now they saw it for what it wasa pathetic
pile of scrap metal, bent, battered, rusty.
'And you let that thing walk out of here!'
'It  didn't  exactly  walk,'  objected  Ainu,  who was always a
stickler for accuracy. 'It sort of glided.'
'Walked, glided, flewwhat does it matter? The question is
why didn't you stop it? And her?'
Ainu scratched his ear, remembering how it had been: the
girl calm and contemptuous, her animal bright and deadly. He
had the feeling that Torvin had been lucky. If the thing had
wanted to kill, they might all be dead by now.
But Torvin wasn't one to give weight to such considerations.
In any case he had other matters on his mind. 'You realise what




this means, don't you?' he demanded. 'We've got to get packed
up. We've got to move. Now.'
'Why?' asked Edu.
'Use your brains,' pleaded Torvin. 'Just this once. Don't let
your grey matter congeal like cold porridge between your ears.
Think!'
The bandits thought. It was not a process with which they
were familiar and they showed signs of strain.
'I still don't see why we have to move,' objected Edu.
Torvin stared at him in despair. 'Because that girl and the
animal know where our cave is. Which means they can lead
Adrasta's troopers straight here. Do you want to hang around
and wait for them?'
The bandits reacted sharply. The prospect of being trapped
in  the cave by Adrasta's men and a pack of Wolfweeds was
anything but reassuring.
'But  are  you  sure  she's  anything  to  do  with  the  Lady
Adrasta?' protested Edu. 'I got the feeling that she wasn't.'
'Bluff,' declared Torvin. 'You were taken in by her. In any
case, dare we risk staying here now you've let her go? Do you
imagine that the Lady Adrasta would miss a chance to get her
hands on our loot?' he went on. 'There most be two bodyweights
of metal here. I bet you at this very moment she's planning an
expedition to wipe us out'
'What are we going to do?' asked the bandits.
In the mind of every great man there comes a moment of
revelation, a moment of pure inspiration. Torvin was similarly
afflicted. He held his head. It suddenly felt as if it was bursting.
'What are we going to do?' repeated Edu.
Horrified, Torvin heard himself say, 'Attack the Palace!'
The bandits shuffled uneasily. Some were already beginning
to edge towards the cave entrance. Had Torvin gone mad? How




could they attack the Palace? It was protected by guards and
packs of Wolfweeds.
'Adrasta's  going to send troops to look for as, isn't she?
Which means there'll be fewer guarding the Palace. Right?'
demanded Torvin.
The bandits nodded, unhappily aware they were about to be
talked into some lunatic plan of action. 'While she's searching for
us, do you know where we'll be?'
The bandits tried to think of some hideout safe from guards
and Wolfweeds, and failed.
'We'll  be  inside  the  Palace  sacking  Adrasta's  own  metal
vaults. It's the last place they'll expect us to be,' declared Torvin.
For the first time since the bandits had captured Romana
they began to smile.
Organon was sitting on a rock and leaning back against the wall
of the tunnel. Both hands clasped one knee to his chest, while he
expatiated upon the politics and economy of the planet Chloris.
He was in fact, as the Doctor discovered, a mine of information.
The astrologer had travelled all over the planet, moving
from the court of one petty chieftain  to  another,  scattering
horoscopes and prophecies as he went. Not surprisingly he was
remarkably  shrewd  and  well  informed  about  the  affairs  of
Chloris. He had to be. To survive at all in the kind of savage
society that seemed endemic on the planet was no mean feat. To
persuade the various khans and princelings that he alone could
interpret the stars that influenced their fate was little short of
miraculous. If nothing else, Organon was a survivor. The very
fact that he had survived even the Pit and had managed to live
cheek by jowl with the Creature said much for his resilience and
ingenuity.
'Always leave them happy or bewildered,' observed Organon
sagely. 'Ideally the latter. At least that's always been my policy.




Leave them feeling as if they've had a revelation of the future
which shouldn't look too depressing, by the way, but should be
totally confusing. That way you have time to beat a discreet but
dignified retreat before anything too disastrous occurs. It also
means that you can return should nothing very serious have
happened meanwhile.'
'Doesn't  seem  to  have  worked  this  time,'  remarked  the
Doctor.
'No. I still can't make out what went wrong.'
'How long have you been down here?'
'Two moonflows, I think,' replied the astrologer. 'But that's
only a guess. It seems longer. But it's so difficult to keep track of
time when you're underground.'
The Doctor nodded sympathetically.
Organon went on to explain how he had managed to
survive.  He  had  collected  rainwater  and  water  that  seeped
through the rocks. As for food, some of Lady Adrasta's serfs had
taken to throwing food down the mineshaftwhether as supplies
for friends who had been condemned to the Pit or whether they
sought to propitiate the Creature, he didn't know. But whatever
the reason, whatever the food, it was all greatefully received.
'Does the Creature ever eat it?' asked the Doctor.
'No,' replied Organon. 'Which is curious.'
The Doctor inspected one of the terra-cotta lamps that lit the
cave with a smoky light.
'I found these and some oil,' explained the old astrologer.
'They must have been left behind by the miners when the
Creature first invaded the mine.'
'Did it?'
'What?'
'Invade the mine?'
'Well,' Organon paused to consider, 'it must have done.'
'Why?'




'It suddenly appeared. At least that's what everyone said.'
'When?'
'I  don't know,' confessed the astrologer. 'But it can't have
been more than seventeen years agobecause I did this part of
the planet then.'
The Doctor could imagine the astrologer years younger in
full flood.
'I mean if there had been anything like that thing around in
those days, I would have heard. I keep my ears pretty close to
the ground, you know.'
'I can imagine,' said the Doctor.
'Anyway it seems to suit the Lady Adrasta.'
The Doctor looked surprised. Organon went on to explain
that since she owned the only successful mine on the planet, the
presence of the Creature made metal even scarcer than it was
before.
'Most interesting,' said the Doctor.
'Is it?' replied Organon.
'Oh yes. Can't you see a pattern in events?'
The astrologer scratched his head. Patterns were his forte,
he admitted. But, when it came to the Lady Adrasta, all he could
ever see was trouble.
Trouble in another form was rapidly approaching: a smell
like old car batteries; a movement of air in the tunnel; and a
sound like nothing the Doctor had ever heard before.
The sound came closer.
'How big is it?' whispered the Doctor.
'Huge,' replied Organon simply. 'Unimaginably huge.'
'That noise it makes...'
'I sometimes think it's singing,' confessed the astrologer. 'Or
weeping. Or else it's in pain. You know,' he went on, 'I've been
all  over this planet. But I've never heard of another Creature
like this. It's unique.'




The Doctor didn't reply. He was staring at something; not a
tentacleyou couldn't call it a tentacle. Some kind of projection
of the Creature, a livid purulent green, had entered the cave. It
probed, like a huge tongue at a tooth cavity feeling blindly for
particles of food. Is that all we are to the Creature, wondered the
Doctor. Food?
It  was done at last. Romana straightened herself tiredly and
rubbed her back. Removing the resinous Wolfweed webs that
had cocooned K9 had taken a good hour. She had had to scrape
them off his body after first soaking them with some kind of oil
that Madam Karela had provided.
'Is the tin animal ready yet?' demanded the Lady Adrasta.
'Nearly, my lady.'
'Hurry. I want to see how it works.'
And so you shall, thought Romana, so you shall. If only
there's  enough  energy  in  his  power  packs.  I'll  give  you  a
demonstration you'll never forget. But it all depended on how
much the Wolfweed fibres had weakened K9. Romana bent and
scraped at the last of the web that still adhered to K9's head.
'K9, can you hear me?' she whispered.
'Mistress,' came the weak reply.
'Do you still have enough power to stun?'
'Affirmative.'
But  Madam Karela had noticed  the  exchange.                         'She  is
whispering to that tin animal,' she informed Adrasta. 'I don't like
it. There is treachery afoot.'
Adrasta smiled and beckoned the two guards to stand closer
to Romana.
Good, thought Romana. Not so far for K9 to project his ray.
'Well, Romana,' demanded the Lady Adrasta impatiently,
'we are waiting for your demonstrations.'




K9 indicated his readiness for action. Romana picked him
up in her arms and turned towards Adrasta and Madam Karela.
The guards flinched uneasily and fingered their weapons as they
stared down the business end of K9's laser gun.
I've  got  to  knock  them  out  first,  thought  Romana.  No
alternative, otherwise I'll end up with a knife in my ribs before I
can deal with the two women.
'Come closer,' she said. 'I'd like you to examine the machine
before I switch it on. Don't be afraid. Now, K9!'
K9's laser cut down the two guards. But as it did so, Adrasta
and Karela dived for cover behind the throne. At Adrasta's
command more guards rushed into the audience chamber.
Another went down from the effects of K9's ray, but before
Romana could turn the robot animal on to Adrasta the other
guards had seized her.
'I want her alive!' screamed Adrasta. She went up and spoke
to K9. 'Tin dog, do that again,' she said, 'and my guards will cut
your mistress's throat.'
K9's head drooped and his power packs switched off. The
guards placed him on a table facing a wall of the audience
chamber.
Adrasta smiled at Romana, who was struggling, held by two
guards.
'Excellent,   my   dear,'   she   observed.                           'An  invaluable
demonstration. I was sure the mechanical creature was a killing
machine. Thank you for proving it to me. I have a task for him. I
have need of such a killing machine.'
The Doctor and Organon flattened themselves against the
walls of the cave as the club-shaped projection of the Creature
probed carefully, delicately into every crevice of the rock face.
The Doctor stared at the texture of the Creature's  skin.  It
reminded him of something, but what? Close to it didn't look




slimy at all. He had the impression that if he touched it it would
feel as dry as old leaves.
Just as he was about to discover the precise texture of the
probe which was waving gently, almost hypnotically, in front of
his face, Organon acted. The astrologer seized one of the terra-
cotta lamps, in which a lighted wick floated on a small quantity of
vegetable oil, and thust the naked flame against the Creature.
Fora long moment nothing happened. The skin in the area
of  the flame bunched into nodules like stubby proto-fingers.
They tested the flame, tried to grasp it. The Doctor watched the
skin around the nodules blacken. Then suddenly the miniature
projections disappeared and were absorbed into the Creature,
which then slowly withdrew from the cave.
Organon chuckled delightedly. 'Didn't like that, did it? Bet it
won't come back here again in a hurry.' The Doctor wasn't so
sure. He found it hard to believe that a burned finger would
deter the creature. Still, it was always useful to know that it was
sensitive to heat. How sensitive, he wasn't sure. Had they hurt
the Creature? Did it actually feel pain?
'What  sign  were  you  born  under?'  enquired  Oganon.
'Aquatrion? Caprius? Ariel? If only I had my charts here, I bet
we would have discovered that this was your lucky day. Or
perhaps it was mine. That's one thing I can never forgive the
Lady  Adrasta  for:  throwing  me  down  here  without  my
astrological charts. How can one possibly plan anything?'
'Did you examine that thing's skin?' asked the Doctor.
'Can't say I did. I was more concerned in trying to keep it
from examining mine.'

Precise comparisons between Chlorisian astrology and classical Terran
astrology are not possible. Chloris circles its sun in 427 Earth days, and the
Chlorisian Zodiac contains seventeen houses. Aquatrion is the third house,
Caprius the ninth, Ariel the fourteenth and Pratus, mentioned earlier, the
fifteenth.




'Cerebral membrane!'
Organon looked blank.
'The membrane that protects the brain!' declared the Doctor
excitedly. 'That's what that thing's skin looked like.'
'You mean the Creature is just a huge brain? But it can't be.'
'Why not?' demanded the Doctor.
'Well,  where's the rest?' asked the bewildered astrologer.
'Arms? Legs? Body? Skull, even?'
'It doesn't need them,' explained the Doctor. 'just think of it:
an enormous brain covered with a sensitive motor membrane, so
it can move about, but no unnecessary appendages, no bones to
break, no muscles to strain. Very practical if you think about it.
And from the evolutionary viewpoint, absolutely fascinating.'
But Organon was not impressed. He found the Creature
anything but fascinating: frightening, yes; fascinating, no. He
had always thought of the thing as a kind of giant bag of slime.
Oddly enough, that was a more comforting thought; slime was
somehow something one could cope with. But several hundred
tons of animated grey matter oozing along the tunnels of the
mine was a distinctly unnerving prospect.
A thought occurred to him. 'It can't be a brain,' he objected,
'It's green, not grey. You can't have a green brain.'
'Why not?'
Organon couldn't think of an immediate answer, but a
further objection to the Doctor's thesis had struck him.
'It hasn't got a mouth,' he declared. 'So how does it eat? Tell
me that.'
'I don't know,' replied the Doctor. 'Let's find out. Come on!'
Suddenly Organon could think of a dozen good reasons why
they should not find out. For one thing he could be wrong.
Suppose the Creature did have a mouth. He had been known to
be wrong before. In fact, come to think of it, he had frequently
been wrong about horoscopes and prophecies, and they were his




speciality.  Until  now he had never been expected to provide
practical proof.
'I don't think so, if you don't mind,' he said. 'I don't think
I'll...'
But the Doctor had gone after the Creature.
He's mad, Organon told himself. Nice fellow but quite, quite
mad. You can't go up to some sabre-toothed monster and ask it
if it's a carnivore. There is only one way it can prove it is: it eats
you. Satisfied with his argument, he sat back on a rock and
contemplated his lamp. The cave seemed to close around him
cold, inhospitable and lonely. 'Hey, wait for me!' cried Organon.
He caught up with the Doctor in the tunnel leading to what
he had long ago decided was the Creature's lair. 'I decided to
come after all,' he informed the Doctor. 'You might need help.'
'I  probably will,' replied the Doctor.  'Thanks. It's just up
ahead,' he added.
Organon froze. He stared into the blackness ahead. 'What I
can't understand,' observed the Doctor, 'is what a creature like
that is doing down here. Pure brain, hundreds of feet in length,
trapped at the bottom of a pit, oozing around like so much
animated jelly,  and  sitting  on  whoever  it  finds:  where's  the
intellectual stimulation in that? It's not much of a life for the
biggest brain in the universe, is it?'
'Who can read such mysteries?' replied Organon. 'Perhaps
that is its fate. Perhaps it is all written in the stars.'
'Perhaps it was born amongst them.'




6
The Web
Madam Karela had tied the knots as tightly as she knew how.
Romana couldn't move at all. The bands cut into her wrists and
ankles. The gag the old woman had stuffed into her mouth was
choking her. Every so often the evil old woman pricked her
throat with her knife.
Meanwhile Adrasta was interrogating K9, who, under the
threat of his mistress's immediate demise, was proving to be a
mine of information. In fact he was opening her eyes to a whole
new world of possibilities.
'And what do you call this machine in which you travel with
Romana and the Doctor?' demanded Adrasta.
'The TARDIS. It stands for Time And Relative Dimensions
in Space.'
'You  mean  you  travel  through  space  and  time  in  it?'
'Affirmative.'
Space and Time, thought Adrasta. New worlds are at last
opening up to me. I hold the key in my handor at least this
damned metal animal does.
'You realise what this means?' she said to Karela. 'We can go
anywhere, into any time, and bring back what we need: metallic
ores, the pure metal itself, slavesa whole new technology. And
I will be the mistress of it all.'
'But we don't know how to operate the TARDIS,' objected
Karela.
'The animal does. So does the girl.'
'Beware, my lady,' whispered Karela.  'How can we trust
these two creatures? They are not of Chloris.'




'No,' agreed Adrasta. 'But that is why I believe them. They
can have no idea why I need their space and time machine. If
they did, they would have lied.'
Adrasta  regretted  the  death  of  the  Doctor.  He  had
outmanoueuvred her, it was true, but at the cost of his own life
and in order to preserve Romana. A quixotic, sentimental fool of
course, but it showed a certain courage. Such a man could have
proved useful in her search throughout the universe.
'Perhaps he is not dead,' suggested Karela. 'I know no one
ever survives the Pit, but he seemed quite a resourceful man. If
he were still alive...'
Adrasta considered the possibility. Of course it was unlikely
in the extreme that he had survived. On the other hand, she
could not forget his deliberate plunge into the Piteven after he
had seen the Creature and that fool engineer's death.
'I will take some guards and go down into the Pit and see if
he is alive,' volunteered Karela. 'If we are careful, we could avoid
the Creature.'
Adrasta made her decision. 'We will all go,' she declared.
'And we'll take that tin animal with us.'
K9 rotated his aural sensors. 'Correction, my lady,' he said,
'I am not made of tin.'
'That thing has been listening to us,' complained Karela. 'It's
not to be trusted. Why do we need it?'
'To kill something I should have killed years ago,' replied
Adrasta. 'Something that's too vast for you to cut its throateven
if you could find it.'
The Creature lay in the largest cavern in the mine, hunched,
curled miserably in on itself. Through its skin it felt the bars
being slid back from the door that led down from the Palace into
the nuneshaft. It felt the door being opened. It felt the heat from
the torches carried by the guards. It smelt or felt the flood of




fresh air from above, the sound of many footsteps, and the scent
of fear among the guards. It was also aware of the Doctor and
Organon moving softly, moving closer.
The Creature was sensitive through its integument to almost
every physical and mental stimulus: ultra-violet light, infra-red,
gamma-rays, beta-rays, x-rays, sound, touch, heat, cold, thought
waves,  even  gravitational  waves.  It  was  aware  of  so  many
potential  means  of  communication,  yet  it  was  unable  to
communicate with these ridiculous creatures who moved about
on such impractical appendages. Perhaps the possession of such
extremeties destroyed their ability or will to communicate.
Part of the Creature slept and dreamed of its home planet:
the beautiful orange seas with the long, soft, indigo beaches
where it used to laze on pure powdered carbon; the dark red sky
above, in which floated great sulphur clouds; and the rain. Oh,
how it missed the rain! The warm, sweet, sulphuric acid rain of
home. And then it was suddenly aware of something else: an
alien, mechanical intelligence. The thought patterns of K9, who
was  being  carried  between  two  guards,  impinged  on  the
Creature's receptors. The Creature stirred uneasily in its dream.
Here was danger; here was the unknown. It woke, alert to the
movements in the various tunnels.
'Which  way  now,  my lady?'  demanded  Madam Karela,
raising high her torch, which guttered uneasily in the draughts
in the tunnel.
The small procession paused. They had come to a junction
of four tunnels, each dark and silent except for the occassional
drip, drip of water.
Romana was glad of a rest and a chance to flex her fingers.
Her wrists were still tied together, while another rope encircled
her neck and was held by one of the guards. As they stumbled
down the ill-lit passages she was constantly half-throttled.




'Which way, my lady?' repeated Madam Karela.
The Lady Adrasta inspected the mouth of each tunnel. She
rubbed the palm of her hand over the wall and held it to her
nostrils. The smell was unmistakable, acidic.
'There. That one,' she pointed. 'Send some guards ahead,
Guardmaster.'
The Guardmaster, tall and resplendent in his black uniform,
ordered three guards to go ahead of him down the tunnel. They
cocked the crude harpoon guns they carried.
'Tell them to beware,' she said. 'The Creature is close.'
Unwillingly, but more afraid of the Lady Adrasta's wrath
than the Creature, the guards advanced with caution into the
darkness. Their torches threw fantastic shadows on the rock face.
The Doctor and Organon were also closing in on the Creature.
They moved warily, sensing its vast presence somewhere ahead
of them.
'What  are  we  going  to  do  when  we  find  the  thing?'
whispered Organon.
'I don't know.'
'What?' Organon paused, unable to believe his ears. 'What
do you mean you don't know? Haven't you got a plan?'
'Oh, I've got a plan alright,' declared the Doctor. Organon
felt somewhat relieved, until his companion added, 'But I've no
idea how to carry it out. That's all.'
Organon was about to give vent to the full flow of his
invectivewhich was considerablewhen the tunnel curved and
they emerged into a huge cavern, large as a cathedral. Obviously
the original seam of ore had petered out here and generations of
miners had driven galleries  and tunnels into  the  rock  face,
searching for fresh traces of the metal that was so precious to
them. It was like the inside of a honeycomb.




The Creature almost filled the cavern, indeed, more than filled
it. Parts of the thing overflowed from holes in the roof and walls.
In places it hung down like huge green stalactites. The sheer,
unimaginable bulk of the thing took one's breath away.
The Creature lay quiescent, as if asleep. Then one of the
stalactites moved slightly.
At that moment Adrasta's party emerged from one of the
other tunnels. The guards' immediate reaction was to raise their
harpoon guns.
Another stalactite stirred and swung easily in the darkness
about their heads. Delicately, slowly, it extended itself reaching
towards where they stood. Without waiting for orders, terrified
by the presence of the Creature, two of the guards fired. Their
muskets made a deafening noise in the confined space. Two
heavy,  serrated  wooden  harpoons  struck  the  Creature  and
disappeared into its hulk.
The Creature didn't react. It made no sign of anger or hurt.
Then  another  stalactite  extended  itself  from  the  roof.  It
expanded at its tip, like some great paddle and swung towards
the guards.
Three more discharged their muskets. Three vicious-looking
harpoons struck the Creature, entering its body until they too
disappeared from view.
It  was  Romana who first  noticed  the  Doctor.                      'No!'  she
screamed. 'Don't!'
'Come back!' cried Organon.
But too late. Adrasta and her guards stared, unable to move.
The Doctor was walking up to the Creature. When at last he
stood in front of it, with its great mass towering over him, he put
out his hand and touched the skin. The skin wasn't slimy; it was
dry. He ran his hand across the surface of the Creature. It felt
warm, almost velvety.




'Hello there,' said the Doctor. 'My name is...' But he never
had a chance to introduce  himself.  Because  suddenly,  with
extraordinary speed, the Creature moved. Its vast bulk rolled
over him like a tank.
Romano saw the Doctor disappear into a huge tidal wave of
green. The wave swept on towards Adrasta and the guards.
Nothing seemed able to stop it. The guards reacted instinctively.
Some turned to flee. But others readied their harpoon muskets
and  discharged  them  into  the  advancing  Creature.  Heavy
wooden harpoons sank out of sight into the approaching green
wall.  The  cavern  echoed  with  a  discharge  of  muskets.  The
primitive gun powder created clouds of foul black smoke, which
obscured everything and made everyone cough.
When the smoke cleared an extraordinary sight met their
eyes. The Creature seemed to be changing colour. 'It's hurt!'
cried the Lady Adrasta triumphantly. 'We've wounded it!'
But no blood, green or otherwise, oozed from the Creature.
The colour change seemed to be caused by shimmering silver
threads which formed on its skin. The threads formed patterns,
crossing  and  criss-crossing  each  other.  The  Creature  was
weaving a web between the guards and itself. It was a web which
swiftly grew thicker and more complexuntil it was completely
filled in. It became a dense, opaque surface, curved like an egg.
Organon  and  the  Guardmaster  advanced  and  gingerly
tapped the structure. It was like striking a brick wall, except it
was smooth.
'Go  on!'  commanded Adrasta.                                             'Break  through.  Kill  the
Creature!'
'It's  hard as rock, my lady,' replied the Guardmaster. He
struck  the  shell  with  the  hilt  of  his  sword.  It  made  a  dull
booming sound. 'You'd need a lakoc of gunpowder to even
c
1 lako, is approximately 1 tons.




scratch it. And even then...' He shrugged. There was nothing in
the available technology of Chloris that could cope with such an
obstacle.
'But you must!' cried Romana. 'The Doctors behind there!
We'll have to break through.'




7
The Meeting
A distant booming sounded inside his head, like the sound of
waves breaking inside a subterranean cave, or like some savage
beating of slow rhythms on a hollowed log. The Doctor groaned
and opened his eyes. It was darkbut a darkness lit by traces of
failing phosphorescence, on the walls, on the roof.
Suddenly the Doctor sat up, remembering the Creature and
what had happened. He had no idea how long he had been
unconscious, but at least he was still in one piece, or nearly so.
Gingerly he felt his legs. A few bruises perhaps, but no bones
broken. His skin tingled as if he had been subjected to a mild
charge of static electricity.
Where was the Creature? The Doctor looked round. But the
thing  had  gone.  It  had  vanished,  except  for  traces  of
phosphorescence which led down one of the tunnels.
The booming noise sounded again. It seemed to be coming
from the other side of the extraordinary shell-like structure that
sealed off the rest of the cavern. The Doctor scraped at the
surface with his penknife. He was astonished to discover that it
was metallic.
The shell boomed as if someone was trying to communicate.
The Doctor picked up a rock and struck the shell hard.
'It's him!' declared Organon, rubbing his ear vigorously. He
had pressed it against the surface of the structure close by where
the Doctor was knocking from the other side. The reverberations
had almost deafened him.
But the Guardmaster was cautious. 'Maybe it's that thing
knocking,' he objected.




'No, no,' snapped Organon. 'It's him, the Doctor. I'd know
his knock anywhere. He's alive. Come on. We've got to break this
down.' He inspected the point at which the structure joined the
rockface. The extraordinary thing was that it seemed almost to
grow out of the rock. But logic insisted that was probably where
it was weakest.
Led by Ainu, the bandits reached the Palace walls under cover of
the  jungle.  There they paused apparently unnoticed by the
guards.
'What do we do now Torvin?' demanded Ainu in a hoarse
whisper.
What had seemed such a brilliant plan in the safety of their
cave  now seemed like suicidal  madness.  The  sight  of  these
massive  walls  towering  twenty  or  more  feet  above  them,
seemingly impervious to any attack, weighed heavily on their
spirits. How could they possibly take the Palace? How could they
even breach its defences?
Torvin could already hear uneasy mutterings from his men.
In a minute he knew they would begin to fade away, like
hoarfrost in the sun. He had to think of something. Quickly.
Then he saw ittheir passport into Adrasta's Palace. 'Ivy!'
'Ivy?' The bandits gazed upwards. It was true that ivy and
lianas grew thick on the walls, even reaching as far as the Palace
roof. It grew like a pelt on some huge stone beast. The tiny
filaments of its root systems found precarious holds in the soft
mortar between the stones of the wall.
Ainu seized a thick rope of ivy and pulled hard. A small bat
and a scattering of old mortar and brick dust flew out.
'Seems strong enough,' he said without enthusiasm.
'Come on, lads,' whispered Torvin.                                   'Start  climbing.  Edu
first.'




Edu was the smallest of the miners. Years before, when they
worked underground, he had been the one to crawl down the
narrowest  passages,  the  man  sent  to  work  on  the  most
inaccessible seams of ore. The puka, they had christened him
then. And when his courage had sometimes failed him, they had
driven him ahead of them with kicks and curses.
Agile as a monkey, Edu swung up into the ivy. Compared to
negotiating galleries no more than a foot high, in total darkness,
hundreds of feet underground, climbing ivy was child's play to
him. He paused for a moment, then leaned down to Torvin.
'What do I do if I meet a guard?' he asked anxiously.
'Keep him chatting while we climb up and cut his throat,'
Torvin instructed. He turned to his followers. 'Come on. Think
of all  that metal in Adrasta's vaults. They say she has over a
thousand bodyweights of copper alone.'
The thought stirred the bandits into action. They seized the
ivy by the stems, which were as thick as a man's wrist, and began
to ascend.
The guard patrolling the upper battlements of the Palace
paused for a moment, listening. He could hear a rustling in the
creepers that covered the Palace wall. Was a breeze getting up?
No, more likely a sudden activity amongst the birds and rodents
and  lizard-like  creatures  that  inhabited  the  thick  mat  of
vegetation. Ignoring the noise, he gazed upwards at the night
sky. Above him he could see Chloris's four moons. It was lucky,
to they said, when you could see all the moons together. Make a
wish.  He closed his eyes and wished: to make Guardmaster
before he was thirty.
Suddenly he felt something strike him between his shoulder
blades. He felt no pain, only a wetness in the middle of his hack.

The puka is a kind of rodent that inhabits the interior of hollow trees on
Chloris.




He put one hand to the spot and with astonishment touched the
protruding handle of a knife.  He  turned and saw a small,
incredibly filthy individual, one leg over the parapet, watching
him. Too astonished to cry out, he died where he stood.
The Lady Adrasta tapped the shell-like structure with the back of
her hand, her rings making asound of metal against metal.
Organon and the Guardmaster were still battering away at
the point at which the structure joined the rock face. But their
efforts had not met with success. Indeed, no matter what tools
they used they seemed to be unable to make any impression on
the material woven by the Creature.
'Stop that!' ordered Adrasta.
'But my lady, the Doctor is behind there,' objected Organon.
Adrasta ignored him. She stroked the shell, then using the
diamond that blazed in  one  of  her  rings,  tested  it  on  the
material.  But  even  the  diamond  made  no  impression.  The
structure  woven  by  the  Creature  was  harder than anything
known to Chloris.
'Bring  Romana  and  the  animal,'  she  commanded  the
Guardmaster.
But Madam Karela was uneasy at the prospect. 'My lady,'
she protested, 'it is too dangerous. We do not know what this tin
thing might do in conjunction with the Creature. Perhaps they
are already in league with each other.'
Adrasta shook her head.
'But we cannot be sure,' declared Madam Karela. 'We know
the little animal will not harm its mistress. Particularly if you,
Karela, stand with your knife at her throat while the metal
animal does our bidding.'
The Guardmaster returned  with  Romana  and  a  guard
carrying K9.




Adrasta came straight to the point. 'As you know, the Doctor
is trapped behind this,' she said, tapping the shell. 'He's in there
with the Creature. He may be alive or dead. We cannot be sure.'
'He's  alive,'  declared  Organon  stoutly.                            'I've  heard  him
tapping.'
'In which case,' continued Adrasta, 'all the more reason to
hurry.' She turned to Romana. 'My dear, I thought K9 could
help. Have you enough power to pierce the shell, K9?'
K9 did not reply. He was programmed not to answer the
questions of enemies.
'Tell her,' ordered Romana.
'Impossible to answer the question,' replied K9. 'First I will
have to evaluate the molecular structure of the material which I
am required to pierce. Then I must compute the power needed
to create sufficient molecular stress...'
'Evaluate,  little   animal,'   snapped   Adrasta.                     'Compute.'
Roman. told the guard to put K9 down. K9 rolled forward and,
like any normal dog, put his nose to the shell.
The Doctor struck a match which flared in the darkness. The
tunnel ahead was empty. There was no sound, no movement of
air.  The  match scarcely flickered in his hand. Cautiously he
began to make his way down the tunnel, following the traces of
phosphorescence which clung to the walls showing where the
Creature had passed. It is leaving a trail, thought the Doctor. I
wonder why. It is almost as if it wanted me to follow.
His foot struck a piece of metal. He bent and picked it up. As
he did so, the match flickered and died. But what he had seen
was enough to make him scrabble in his  pocket  for  more
matches. Yes, it was unmistakeable. As a fresh match burst with
light, the Doctor found himself staring at a small piece of pure
cadmium.




He looked at the tunnel walls, studying the strata. There was
no doubt about it, the cadmium didn't come from here. In fact
he doubted if there were any workable cadmium deposits on the
planet. So where did it come from?
A pace further ahead another piece of metal gleamed. This
time it was a nugget of manganese. More pieces of metal, each
different, each unadulterated by any impurities, lay ahead.
He was kneeling, examing a piece of iron when he sensed a
movement ahead. The match in his hand flickered out. But the
light increasedthe unmistakeable green light which emanated
from the Creature.
He looked up to see the Creature oozing (there was no other
way to describe its motions) round a bend in the tunnel. It
paused a few yards from him.
After his previous experience the Doctor approached the
thing with the utmost caution. The moment it moved, its skin
rippling almost as if in fear or exhaustion, the Doctor stopped.
'Friend. Friend,' he kept repeating. I hope you under-stand
me, he thought. I hope you know what friend means. But how
do you communicate with a gigantic green blob that is without
eyes or ears? 'Look I'm not armed,' he said. 'I won't hurt you.'
How could I hurt something that seems to have no organs of
sense at all? Where is its vulnerable spot? How could you even
start to find it in that enormous bulk?
Now close to the Creature, the Doctor stroked the skin,
watching a network of what appeared to be veins pulsing with a
green light. Green blood? But surely one only found such a
thing in creatures like caterpillars that lived off green plants. A
worrying thought occurred to him; suppose this was just the
larva of some huge insect.
Curiosity overcoming caution for a moment, he reached out
to touch the Creature's skin. The skin recoiled before his hand.
'It's all right,' murmured the Doctor, patting the Creature as if




soothing a nervous horse. 'It's all right. Don't be frightened.' His
attentions seemed to calm the Creature. 'Good boy. Or good girl,
as the case may be.'
Perhaps it  communicated by telepathy or some form of
thought transference. On a sudden impulse the Doctor placed
his head against the green skin of the Creature. He closed his
eyes  and  concentrated  on  projecting  peaceful  thoughts  of
friendship.
The Creature remained motionless. It didn't react in any
way. The Doctor deliberately emptied his mind inviting some
reaction. But there was none.
'How do you communicate?' asked the Doctor, stepping back
and scratching his head. 'How do you communicate with your
own kind? You can't be the only Creature like you in the entire
Universe. Surely somewhere, on some planet, there are others
like you, aren't there?'
As  if  in  answer,  part  of  the  Creature's  skin  suddenly
elongated itself into a huge fist-like projection. It grabbed the
Doctor round the throat and bore him to the ground.
'Easy,  easy,'  gasped the Doctor, struggling to release site
hold on his windpipe. 'You're throttling me. You don't know
your own strength.' The blood pounded in his ears. He could
feel himself beginning to black out. The pressure on his throat
became unbearable as the Creature turned him face down on the
floor. Then just as swiftly as it had seized the Doctor, it released
him. He found himself able to breathe again.
The 'fist' that had gripped changed shape. It elongated into
a delicate tendril which began to move in the dirt on the tunnel
floor.
The Doctor sat up and rubbed his throat. He watched the
tendril tracing some kind of design.
It  was a picture. The Creature was drawing a picture of
some kind of shield. There was something familiar about the




object. The Doctor knew he had seen it before. But where? Then
it  came to him. The Creature was drawing the strange shield
which hung on the wall of Lady Adrasta's audience chamber.




8
The Shield
Edu put one hand over the guard's mouth to prevent him from
crying out. With his other hand he held onto the man's sword
arm, so that he could not draw his weapon. At the same time
Ainu, using both hands, drove his knife up under the guard's
ribs from the front. The knife point grated on bone. The man
gave a peculiar sigh and sagged in Edu's grasp. Ainu withdrew
his knife and the dead guard slid to the floor, his metal skullcap
rolling across the flagstones.
Torvin stepped over the corpse and retrieved the skull cap.
He tapped it against  the  edge of  a  table.                          'Pure  metal,'  he
announced knowledgably. 'Lucky fellow to be able to afford head
protection like this. I expect it was a family heirloom.' He put the
skullcap into his sack and looked around for more booty.
So far their raid on the Lady Adrasta's Palace had been
singularly  unproductive.  A  sword, a couple of knives and a
buckler was the extent of their booty. All metal, it is true, but
hardly worth the risk and not what Torvin had promised them.
They had still not found Adrasta's vaults. But when they entered
the audience chamber their eyes lit up. Metal!
The two large candlesticks which flanked Adrasta's throne
looked like bronze. They scratched at them experimentally with
their knives. Yes, no doubt about it: bronze. Ainu laid claim to a
heavy metal tray which stood on a table. There was also a brass
urn and a pewter flagon. Even the door handles and hinges were
bronze. The bandits set to to remove them. Only Edu was staring
preoccupied at the wall. 'What's that?' he asked, pointing to the
shield-like object which the Doctor had noticed the first time he
had entered the audience chamber.




Torvin was trying to fit one of the large candlesticks into his
sack. 'Bring it over here,' he said, 'and let's see.'
Edu stood on a stool and reached for the shield.  The
moment he touched it it began to glow, as if lit from within.
'It's hot!' he exclaimed, releasing the shield instantly.
'I don't care if it's on fire,' snapped Torvin. 'Bring it here.
And quick!' Already he could hear shouts from the corridor and
the sound of running feet. Obviously the corpse of one of the
guards they had killed had been found. At any moment Adrasta's
men would burst in on them. It was not a prospect Torvin cared
to contemplate. He had no illusions about the fighting qualities
of his men. Faced with well-trained, well-armed troopers seeking
to avenge the deaths of their comrades, he knew that his small
band of ex-miners stood little chance. He looked around the
audience chamber and realised there was only one exit. They
were trapped.
'They're coming!' shouted Ainu from the doorway.
'Barricade the door!'
While his men dragged furniture against the door to prevent
the  guards  from  breaking  it  down,  Torvin  considered  the
situation. Tales of the Lady Adrasta's cruelty and cunning were
legendary. He found it difficult to believe that she would ever
leave herself with only one exit from her audience chamber.
Surely  there  had  to  be  a  hidden  door or a  secret  passage
somewhere.
The guards began to batter on the door with their sword
hilts.  Torvin  could  hear the  guard commander calling for a
battering ram to be brought. He knew he only had a few minutes
in which to find the way out of the audience chamber.
A huge wall-hanging, embroidered with improbable hunting
scenes  and  dating  from  the  reign  of  the  Lady  Adrasta's
predecessor, caught his eye. Desperately he tore it down. Hidden
behind the hanging was a small door heavily barred and bolted.




Torvin struggled with the bolts. At last it swung open to reveal a
flight of stone steps descending into darkness. His nostrils caught
the unmistakeable stale smell of the mine.
'Come on!' he cried. 'This way.'
Edu pointed to the shield. 'What about that?' he asked.
Mentally  Torvin  compared  its  weight  to  that  of  the
candlestick in his sack. The shield, or whatever it was, looked
heavier.  It  was  made of a metal he had never seen before.
Perhaps it was valuable. 'Give it to me,' he told Edu. 'You take
my sack.' Thankfully Edu handed over the shield.
Ignoring the shouts of the guards, Torvin stared at his
distorted reflection in the surface of the stange metal. Edu was
right: it was warm to the touch. And the thing glowed as if lit by
some soft inner light. The glow filled him, soothed him: he felt at
peace.
The crash of the battering ram against the door awoke
Torvin from his trance. Tucking the shield under his arm, he
ran for the door that lead down into the mine. He swung it
closed just as the guards burst into the room.
The Doctor stared blankly at the drawing the Creature had
made in the dust of the tunnel floor. He had last seen the shield-
like shape hanging on the wall of Adrasta's audience chamber.
But what did the Creature want with it? What was it trying to say
to him? 'What is it?' he asked the Creature. 'Is it yours? Do you
want me to get it for you?'
The Creature retired a few yards down the tunnel, where it
suddenly became immobile. Its colour faded. Only faint pulses of
green light flashed in its veins (if they were veins). It was as if it
had just switched itself off.
'Well, don't just sit there,' complained the Doctor. 'What do
you want me to do with this thing? Just supposing it is what I
think it is and I did manage to get hold of it.'




But there was no response. The Creature seemed to have
sunk into a torpor.
'Give me a clue,' begged the Doctor. 'Anything.'
It  was  obvious  that  that  was as  much explaining as the
Creature was prepared to door perhaps it had communicated
as much as it could. It was hard to know.
With the Creature apparently torpid and uninterested in
any further communication, the Doctor began to explore the
other tunnels and galleries. In some of these he met other parts
of the Creature, which had oozed through small linking passages
in the rock.
In one cave he found a large pile of shell-like material,
fragments similar to the huge broken eggshell which he and
Romana had found at the Place of Death.
As the Doctor began to poke about amongst the fragments,
his arm was gripped by a long green tendril which entered from
the main passage. Gently the tendril tugged at him, pulling him
away from the pieces of shell. When he tried to free himself, a
second tendril appeared and wrapped itself round his waist. The
Doctor found himself escorted out of the cave.
'All right, all right,' protested the Doctor. 'I can take a hint.
So you don't want me to meddle with those fragments. I wonder
why.'
The tendril propelled him back into the main cavern, where
it  suddenly disengaged itself and snaked swiftly back to where
the main body of the Creature lay.
'One of these  days,  my  friend,'  said  the  Doctor  to  the
departing tendrils, 'you're going to have a lot of explaining to
do.'
'Evaluation  complete,  mistress,'  announced  K9  backing away
from the shell.




'Does that mean he knows what it's made of?' Adrasta asked
Romana.
'Correct, madam,' replied the robot. 'The shell or webit is
difficult to know which would be the correct descriptionis a
complex substance. It is composed of living cells, of a type I have
never encountered before, coated with various metallic alloys
and held together in one impervious...'
But Romana was in no mood for a lecture, and she could see
that  Adrasta  wanted  straight  answers.                             'K9,  can  you  break
through the shell?' she asked. 'Or web?' she hastily added.
There was silence for a long moment while K9's information
banks completed the evaluation. 'I am not yet at full power,' K9
observed,                                                             'owing  to  the  damage  sustained  whilst  under
Wolfweed attack.'
'Try,'  pleaded  Romana                                               'The  Doctor  is  behind  there.'
Obediently the robot turned to face the shell. The others stood
back and watched as a ray flashed from K9's muzzle onto the
strange structure.
Weighed down by their booty, the bandits hastened as fast as
they could down the winding stone steps. Fear of the guards
behind them drove them on. Soon they entered a maze of
narrow passages carved out of the living rock. The passages
sloped downwards leading them ever deeper under ground.
Torvin was delighted.  'What a haul!' he kept repeating.
'What a haul! Did you ever see such a haul?' He carried the
shield in his arms. It continued to glow. Indeed it began to pulse
with light. Thanks to this luminescence they had no need of
torches  and  were thus able  to  make all  speed  through the
winding passages. Behind them, in the distance, they could hear
the shouts and curses of Adrasta's guards as they too traversed
the tunnels leading down to the mine.




The shield not only glowed with light it was also warm to the
touch. Its warmth permeated Torvin's body and mind, a relaxed
lazy warmth, the warmth of sunlit summer days. He felt as if he
were walking in a dream. All fear had gone from him. When
they  came  to  a  point  where  the  tunnel  divided  and  Ainu
demanded which  way  they  should  go,  Torvin  felt  a  mild
astonishment. It wasn't his decision; it was the shield's. Without
reply he took the right-hand fork. Uneasily the others followed.
For several minutes K9 had been directing his ray onto the shell.
With the result that a circle about a foot in diameter glowed
redly. But the rest of the shell was unaffected. When the robot
switched off his ray, even the redness vanished in a matter of
seconds.
'What's wrong, K9?' asked Romana anxiously.
But before he could reply Adrasta demanded why he had
stopped trying to break through the shell.
'I am in danger of depleting my power packs,' he replied.
The Lady Adrasta, however, was not impressed.  'So far
you've  had  no  effect  whatsoever,'  she  observed.                'Incorrect,'
declared K9.  'I weakened the shell, but the material is self-
renewing and increases in strength.'
Adrasta gazed blankly at Romana.'What does the little tin
animal mean?' she demanded.
'He means that whenever the shell is weakened, the atoms
recombinethe molecules reconstitute themselvesto form an
even stronger material,' explained Romana.
'So that  all  he  has  succeeded in doing is to temper the
original material?'
Romana was forced to admit that this was true.
'What  use  is  the  little  animal  to  me  then?'  demanded
Adrasta. Her expression grew savage. 'Destroy him.'




'No!'  cried  Romana, interposing herself between K9 and
Adrasta's  guards.                                                        'If   you  damage  him  again,  you'll  have
destroyed your only defence against the Creature.'
'How can the tin animal kill the Creature when it can't even
break the shell?'
The question was unanswerable. And while Romana was
trying to think of a reply, the Lady Adrasta turned to her guards
once more. 'Destroy the thing,' she commanded. 'He has failed
me.'
But before the men could implement her order, the shell
suddenly split open apparently of its own accord. It split neatly
down the middle, making an opening a couple of feet wide.
Through the opening stepped the Doctor.
'Hello,' he said cheerfully.
There are moments, thought Romana, when I positively
loathe that man. How dare he look so cheerful when he's been
trapped the far side of that shell with a huge ravening what-ever-
it-is? How dare he appear looking as if he's just returned from a
five-mile hike, when, by the rules that govern the Universe, he
should have been torn limb from limb or squashed flatter than a
crepe suzette by a million tons**of green blob?
The Doctor looked from one to the other in some perplexity.
For  some  reason  he  had  the  distinct  impression  that  his
reappearance was not universally popular. Really people were
most extraordinary. Why, even Romana looked miffed. Yes,
miffedthat was the word.
'How did you get out of there?' demanded Adrasta.
'Just tapped on the shell and asked old thingummybob to let
me out,' replied the Doctor, whose explanation of events was not
wholly reliable. In fact he was as surprised as everyone else when
**
A pardonable exaggeration under the circumstances: the Creature weighed
only 385 tons.




the shell split. On the other hand, it was never wise to admit to
someone like the Lady Adrasta that one was not totally in charge
of events.
Organon seemed to be the only one genuinely pleased to see
him. 'I wish I had my star charts and projections with me,' the
Astrologer  whispered.                                                'You  must  have  been  born  under  a
singularly  harmonious  and  unique  conjunction  of  celestial
influences. Everything seems to be going your way today.'
But  if  the  expression  on  the  Lady  Adrasta's  face  was
anything  to  go  by,  the  Doctor  wasn't  so  sure.  Adrasta  was
definitely suspicious of him.
'Why didn't the Creature kill you?' she asked.  'It should
have killed you. It killed everyone else who got close to it.'
'Good point,' agreed the Doctor.
'Give me a good answer.'
For once the Doctor was at a loss for words. The question
was one that had been puzzling him. Why hadn't the Creature
killed him? It could have done; it had had every chance. In fact
any self-respecting man-eater would have masticated him within
five minutes of their meeting. Unless...
'Unless it doesn't mean to kill people,' he said at last.
The Lady Adrasta stared at him as if he were insane. 'Then
how do you explain all those deaths over the past fifteen years?'
she demanded. 'Heart failure?'
'Some of them,' agreed the Doctor. 'After all, it's not the
pleasantest of experiences to come face to face with a thing like
that, I can assure you. But that's not all. Suppose the Creature
has never had anything to do with the human race before.
Suppose there are no home sapiens where it comes from. So it
doesn't realise  what a very fragile species we are. It doesn't
realise, for instance, that if you block up our mouths and nostrils
we suffocate. If you roll a few hundred tons of green blob over
us, we are apt to resemble a Terran tortilla.'




A further thought struck him. 'Suppose,' he continued, 'that
where this Creature comes from they don't communicate as we
do. Or by telepathy as they do on Argos 2. Or by means of
odours as they do on Tau Ceti 13. Or by electrical discharges. Or
by anything of that nature. Suppose they communicate directly
through their skins. One green blob rolls up to another green
blob; they lean against each other, and natter away twenty to the
dozen. That would explain why the thing keeps crushing people.
All it's doing is trying to be friendly.'
But the Lady Adrasta was not impressed by the Doctor's
reasoning. 'It still doesn't explain why it didn't crush you,' she
observed.
'Perhaps because I tried to communicate with it.'
'Did you succeed?'
Remembering the drawing the Creature had made in the
dirt on the floor of the tunnel, the Doctor prevaricated.
'Not so's you'd notice,' he replied.
Adrasta turned to Madam Karela. 'Take some guards and
her,' pointing to Romana, 'and the little tin animal, and go and
kill the Creature,' she ordered.
'No!' protested the Doctor. 'You mustn't.'
'Afraid for your green slimy friend?'
'Afraid for them. You have no conception of the power of
that Creature.'
'Then why can't it get out of the it by itself?' sneered Adrasta.
The Guardmaster was the first one to step through the split
in the shell. He looked around and then beckoned the others to
follow him. Holding their torches high and with swords drawn
they  followed  him  into  the  darkness  beyond.  Karela  and
Romana, with two guards, brought up the rear. Romana carried
K9 in her arms.




'Remember, I shall kill you if that tin animal doesn't obey my
orders,' said the old woman, pricking Romana none too gently
with her knife.
Romana did not reply.
'They haven't a chance against that thing,' protested the
Doctor. 'And even if they did succeed in wounding it, it could go
beserk and kill us all.'
'Be silent!' snapped Adrasta, staring into the tunnel beyond
the  shell,  where  the  light  from  the  torches  cast  grotesque
shadows. These faded into blackness as the party proceeded
cautiously down the tunnel.
Adrasta, Organon, the Doctor and the remaining guards
waited uneasily. They strained their eats for some sound that
would indicate that Karela's party had found the Creature. But
they heard nothing. The silence was tangible. Minutes passed on
leaden feet.
'What's going on behind there?' demanded the Lady Adrasta
in a whisper. 'What do you suppose has happened to them?'
The Doctor, who was growing increasingly worried himself,
suggested that he go and see. But Adrasta had no intention of
letting him out of her sight; she didn't trust him.
'You go,' she ordered Organon.
'Me?' objected the astrologer. He offered a dozen excellent
arguments as to why he was quite the wrong choice for such an
honour. He was too old, ill, claustrophobic, an abject coward,
totally  unreliable. He needed time to cast his horoscope, her
horoscope, the Creature's horoscope.
Fortunately Madam Karela and the others returned before
Organon was forced to choose between immediate execution by
the Lady Adrasta's guards or the dubious honour of death via
the Creature.
'The Creature's gone, my lady,' declared Karela. 'There's no
sign of it.'




'Gone? Where?'
The Doctor informed Adrasta that that meant there was a
gigantic green blob loose somewhere in the tunnels of the mine.
'What's more,' he added, 'it's an angry green blob because you
tried to have it killed.' But Adrasta was past reason. 'Take more
guards!' she screamed. 'Take K9! Search the whole mine. The
Tythonian must he somewhere.'
'The Tythonian?' queried the Doctor. 'Do you mean to say
that thing is a Tythonian? Well, well, well. You have bitten off
more than you can chew, haven't you?' Romana edged over to
the Doctor. 'What's a Tythonian?' she whispered.
'I've no idea,' the Doctor whispered back. 'But it seems to
scare Adrasta.'
The Lady Adrasta looked around her forces and suddenly
picked on Romana, who still held K9 in her arms. 'You'll do it,'
she said. 'Take K9 and kill the Creature.'
Romana  was  about  to  protest,  when  the  Doctor
diplomatically intervened. 'Better do your hair first,' he advised.
'You can't go killing anything with your hair all messed up like
that.'
Romana stared at him in astonishment. It was the first time
he had ever expressed any concern about her coiffeur. 'My hair?'
she asked.
'Your hair,' declared the Doctor, producing a mirror from
his pocket. 'It looks a fright. Here, take a look at yourself in the
mirror.'
Bewildered,  Romana  stared  into  the  hand  mirror.  The
Doctor seemed to be holding it at a peculiar angle. She couldn't
see herself in it. All she could see was the furious and worried
face of Adrasta. 'I can't see,' she objected.
'It's just a question of angle,' explained the Doctor. 'I think
it's just about right now.'




Romana realised that the Doctor was lining up the mirror
for K9, so that he could have a shot at Adrasta. The mirror
would reflect the beam from his laser. She eased K9 into a better
position.
'That's right,' said the Doctor, pleased that she had guessed
his plan so quickly.
Romana lined up K9 on the mirror. 'Ready', she said. A
guard approached the Lady Adrasta seeking orders. He had
heard footsteps  in  the  tunnels  descending  from  the  Palace.
Adrasta turned to speak to him just as K9 fired. The guard was
cut down by K9's ray reflected from the mirror held by the
Doctor. A second and third guard dropped. Adrasta took to her
heels, followed by Madam Karela, and the rest of the guards.
As Romany swung round, K9 cradled in her arms, she saw
Adrasta disappearing down one of the tunnels. She tried another
shot with the robot's laser. Shards of rocks sprayed from the rock
face,  just  behind  where  Adrasta's  head had been a moment
before.
'No!' cried the Doctor. 'No, Romana. We might need him for
our own defence.'
He had glimpsed somewhere down the tunnel a green
shape.  The  last  thing  he  wanted  was  a  furious  Tythonian
(whatever that  might  be)  to  come charging into the  cavern
determined to wreak vengeance on whoever was there.




9
Erato
Fifteen years ago Torvin had known every gallery and tunnel of
the mines. With the rest of the miners and pit-boys he had
hacked at the rock face, following seams of mineral ore that
sooner or later always seemed to peter out. Fifteen years ago he
had known these mines as well as the contents of his own wallet.
Now he  walked  these  same  tunnels  and  galleries  like  a
sleepwalker, holding the glowing shield in his arms, obedient to
its every change of direction. Like a compass, the shield lead him
deeper and deeper into the mine. The warmth from the shield
suffused him, dulling his brain, reducing him and the other ex-
miners to mere automata. No one protested any more; no one
even spoke. Wordlessly, obediently, they followed the directions
of the glowing shield.
Suddenly the miners entered the  cavern.  The  Creature
moved swiftly towards the ex-miners. Torvin held out the shield
with both arms. An indentation appeared in the Creature's skin.
Torvin fitted the shield into the indentation and stepped back.
The shield glowed for a moment like a jewel in the skin of the
Creature, then it lost its luminosity. The shield became dull. The
Creature waited, a black metallic jewel in its skin.
Torvin and the other ex-miners emerged from their dream.
They stared around, appalled to find themselves in the presence
of the Creature. 'We're for it now,' declared Edu with gloomy
satisfaction.
But the others weren't listening; they were staring at the
Doctor who was walking gingerly up to the Creature. He studied
the shield which the Creature now wore. Somehow it didn't look




like a shield at all now. The boss in the centre had more the
appearance of a handle.
On a sudden inspiration the Doctor put out his hand and
grasped this handle. An extraordinary tingling sensation in his
fingers made him release the shield almost immediately. But not
before he had said, 'Sorry.' The Doctor rubbed his hand and
stared at the shield in astonishment.
Romana broke the silence. 'Are you all right, Doctor?' she
asked.
The Doctor did not reply. Instead he grasped the shield
again. This time there was only the faintest of tingles in his finger
tips, a sensation almost of pins and needles, but nothing more.
'Hello,'  said  the  Doctor, immediately releasing the shield
once again.
'What did you say?' asked the Doctor, staring at the shield.
Romana, puzzled, didn't know what to make of this. Who on
earth was he talking to? 'Is there anything wrong?' she asked.
The Doctor scratched  his  head  uncertainly;  he  seemed
bewildered. 'I don't know,' he replied. 'That's to say, either I'm
going insane or something very odd is happening.'
'What?'
The Doctor didn't reply and once again took hold of the
shield. 'I realise this must be a very frightening experience for
you,' declared the Doctor. 'But please don't be alarmed.' The
Doctor released his hold on the shield and turned to the others.
'Did you hear what I just said?' he asked.
They nodded.
'Well, I didn't say it,' observed the Doctor.
'Look,' said Romana soothingly, 'I know all this has been
very trying for you, but you must keep a grip on yourself. This is
no time to crack up.'
'I'm not cracking up!' snapped the Doctor. 'All I'm saying is
that  I  didn't  say  what  I  just  said.'  Then  realising  that  as  a




statement of fact it verged on the opaque, if not the downright
obscure, he tried again. 'Do you remember what I said?'
'You said that you realised this must be a very frightening
experience for you, but don't be alarmed.'
The Doctor beamed at her. 'Precisely. That's exactly what I
did say. Only I didn't say it. I was too busy being frightened and
alarmed to say anything:
Organon and Romana looked at each other worriedly. The
astrologer shrugged. 'Stress affects some people that way,' he
whispered to her. 'Perhaps if the Doctor sat down for a bit. Rest
works wonders.'
Romana decided to make one more try. 'If you didn't say
what you said you said,' she asked, 'who did? Does that make
sense?' she enquired of Organon.
'I'm not sure. I'm still trying to work it out.'
The  Doctor  didn't  comment  on  this.  Instead  he  was
examining the shield set like a jewel in the Creature's forehead
if a huge green blob could be said to have such a thing. Gingerly
he took hold of the handle in thecentre of the shield once again.
'Please allow me to explain,' said the Doctor. 'This is not the
Doctor speaking. I am simply using his larynx. We Tythonians
are  fortunate  to  have  avoided  such  evolutionary  cul-de-sacs.
Normally we communicate through our skins. So much more
meaningful, I always think, don't you? But then you probably
don't, since your skins are capable of processing only the most
rudimentary information.'
The Doctor released the shield and felt his throat. 'It feels
most peculiar,' he explained,  'someone else using your vocal
cords.'
'What's  whatsitsname's  name?'  asked  the  ever  practical
Romana.
'Erato,' said the Doctor, when the Creature was once more
able to speak through him.  'Like all Tythonians, I have  135




names, indicating clan, family, parents, credit rating, political
persuasion, etc. However, when dealing with species whose life
cycle is of such indecent brevity, I prefer to use only a single
name. You may therefore call me Erato. I am the Tythonian
Ambassador to this benighted planet.'
'Then what are you doing skulking around down here in the
Pit?' demanded Romana, who found the Tythonian infuriatingly
pompous.
'Me?  Skulking!'  cried  the  Doctor.                                 'I  am  not  skulking.
Tythonians cannot skulk. We are too large to skulk.'
'Then what are you doing down here?'
'That  cunning  woman,  the  Lady  Adrasta,'  the  Doctor
explained, 'enveigled me down into this disgusting place and left
me here to die. I didn't of course. Tythonian don't very often
die, that is,' he added. 'But she had no means of knowing that. It
is dark, damp and uncomfortable down here. I would like to get
out.'  But  Romana  was  not  convinced.                              'Look.  If  you're  not
skulking,' she demanded, 'why have you been eating people?'
The Doctor's face went purple in alarm as his voice rose two
full octaves in sheer indignation. 'I haven't!' he snapped. 'Eating
people is a disgusting habit. We Tythonians live by ingesting
mineral salts and chlorophyll through our skin. We do not eat
meat.'  The  Doctor  removed  his  hand  from  the  shield  and
ruefully rubbed his Adam's apple. 'Don't make him angry,' he
begged in a hoarse whisper. 'Its hell on the throat when he gets
worked up.'
'Sorry, Doctor,' said Erato more calmly, when the Doctor
risked his larynx once more. 'I do apologise. One tends to forget
that  whilst  we  Tythonians  arrived  at  evolutionary  perfection
many aeons ago, you ape-descended creatures have barely got
your foot on the first rung of the evolutionary ladder.'
Romana acidly enquired if the Tythonian was ever going to
get to the point. He had not yet explained his presence on




Chloris. If he was not there to eat assorted astrologers, for what
purpose had he been sent from Tythonus?
'I was on a trading mission to this unfortunate planet. I came
here with a treaty which we on Tythonus have been considering
for  several  hundred  Chlorissian  years.  We  believe  it  to  be
mutually beneficial to both our planets.' At great length and in
rolling  periods,  reminiscent  of  Macaulay  at  his  worst,  the
Creature explained the intricacies of the proposed treaty. How,
in  exchange  for  chlorophyll,  which  the  Tythonians  were
prepared to produce themselves from the jungles of Chloris
should it transpire that the state of Chlorissian technology prove
inadequate to the task, they would pay in return a generous
amount  of  mineral  ore:  iron,  manganese,  copper,  gold,
platinum, cobaltwhatever was required.
Having  discovered  the  use  of  the  Doctor's  voice,  the
Creature obviously had every intention of enjoying its sound.
Until the Doctor broke the connection and asked a question
himself.  Why did the Tythonians need the chlorophyll now,
rather than several hundred years ago?
Suddenly Erato became evasive. When the Doctor seized the
shield again, Erato did not answer. The Doctor repeated the
question. Eventually the Tythonian was forced to explain.
It  seemed that Tythonians lived for about forty thousand
Chlorissian yearslonger, if they avoided any physical activity,
like movement or worry, and devoted themselves exclusively to
music and poetry. During their life  span  there  arrived  one
moment when they could reproduce themselves. This involved a
lengthy and fairly complex operation, once two Tythonians (who
are essentially tri-sexual) decided to amalgamate. They rolled
together, and over the course of a couple of hundred Chlorissian
years they absorbed each other, becoming a single enormous
entity (probably one mile in length) possessed of no fewer than
six  different  sexes.  This  entity,  this  double  Tythonian,  then




gestated for about two thousand Chlorissian years (sometimes
longer), and, in the fullness of time, split and produced two
identical Tythonians, approximately six inches in length. There
were frequent multiple birthstriplets or quadruplets. These
Tythonian young were for the first two or three hundred years
of their life fed on a mixture of chlorophyll, sulphuric acid, and a
rare combination of mineral salts found only on the shores of the
Orange Sea of Tythonus.
Unfortunately for the future of the race, there were never
more than sixty-three fertile Tythonian capable of child-bearing
at any one time. Some of those would decide to devote their lives
to music or poetry or just lying around and chatting about this
and that. The survival of each generation of Tythonian Young,
therefore, was of paramount importance. But without a steady
supply of chlorophyll they were doomed to an early death.
Tythonus, Erato explained, whilst  undoubtedly the most
beautiful  planet  in  any galaxy, with its red skies and yellow
sulphuric  acid  clouds  and  indigo  beaches,  was  not  rich  in
vegetation.  In  fact  there  was  no  vegetation  left  at  alljust
millions and millions of hectares of gently rolling sand and fine
ground mineral ores.
Organon made a mental note that, in the event of space
travel ever becoming possible for Chlorissians, he would give
Tythonus a wide berth.
'You mean,' asked the Doctor,  'that without chlorophyll
from Chloris your race will die out?' Then seizing the boss of the
shield he waited for an answer.
'I wouldn't put it quite like that,' said Erato.
Romana stepped in. 'How would you put it?' she demanded.
But fearing the Tythonian tendency towards prolixity, she added
a rider to her question. 'In a word.'




Romano watched fascinated as the Doctor/Erato went purple
with the effort to achieve brevity. 'The statement is substantially
correct,' he agreed at length.
'Did you tell Adrasta all this?'
'I thought to appeal to her maternal feelings by pointing out
the tragedy that would occur amongst the newborn of Tythonus
should she refuse our generous offer. It was,' admitted Erato, 'a
mistake. Apparently her species has no maternal feelings.'
I can believe that, thought the Doctor. On the other hand,
why should Adrasta refuse the offer? It would have placed her in
a very strong position in any negotiations.
Madam Karela and Adrasta had separated at a fork in the
tunnel, Adrasta going to the right, Karela to the left. Karela
hurried through the mine tunnels in the direction of Adrasta's
Palace.
There, milling about at the foot of the steps that led up to
the audience chamber, she found some of the guards who had
fled,  demoralised,  from  the  Creature.  They  were  standing
around, arguing amongst themselves, at a loss to know what to
do and in fear of their lives. The thought of facing the Lady
Adrasta once again did not appeal to any of them. She would
without doubt crucify them upside down in a vat of boiling ix
juice.
Madam Karela ordered the guards to follow her. They
hesitated. It took her precisely ninety seconds, including a swift
knife-thrust to the throat of the first and only vocal mutineer,
before she restored order amongst the Lady Adrasta's troops; or
to put it another way, before she persuaded the guards that they

Ix juice is the sap of a hardwood tree indigenous to Chlorin. Its sap closely
resembles tar.




had more to fear from her than from any monster, no matter
how large and no matter what colour.
This was always Madam Karela's way. Never waste time in
idle discussion: act. She was a survivor; one had to be to make
one's way in the savage society of Chloris. She was cruel, ruthless,
murderous, and totally without scruplewhich made her the
ideal henchwoman for the Lady Adrasta. On other planets in
other galaxies Karela would of course have retired long ago to
spend  her  declining  years  spoiling  her  grandchildren  and
infuriating their parents. On Chloris she was still engaged in a
bitter struggle for power. There were nights when, lying awake
in her huge bedchamber where the candles burned all night and
two Wolfweeds, chained to rings set in the wall, kept ceaseles,
watch in case of assassins, Adrasta herself wondered at the old
woman's implacable spirit. One night, she thought, Karela will
enter this chamber, knife in hand, determined to make herself
sole ruler of Chloris. One night there will be reckoning. But now
now.
In a side tunnel Karela and the guards came upon the Lady
Adrasta  driving  her  terrified  huntsman  and  his  flock  of
Wolfweeds before her. They were very reluctant to confront the
Creature, but the Lady Adrasta was determined that they should,
and the huntsman had to admit it was the lesser of two evils
when Adrasta threatened to have him walled up with only his
own Wolfweeds for company. In the past the weeds had revealed
a disconcerting taste for human flesh, when starved of other
game.
Having rallied their support, Karela and the Lady Adrasta
returned to the cavern to take the intruders by surprise.
At Adrasta's command Karela crept upon Organon, seized
the unfortunate astrologer and put a knife to his throat. 'Tell
your green friend to make no sudden moves, or else this old fool
dies,' she warned the Doctor.




The Doctor smiled sadly at Organon, who was standing on
tiptoe because of the knife that was pressing against the soft
underside of his jaw. Organon looked pleadingly at the Doctor.
'I  think  she means it,' he said in a strangled voice, to avoid
moving his chin.
'Yes, I think she does,' agreed the Doctor. 'Well, goodbye
then, old friend. Thanks for all your help.' Organon rose an
extra millimetre or two and indignantly croaked, 'What do you
meangoodbye? You can't let her kill me.'
'I can't stop her, can I?' observed the Doctor, his voice full of
sympthy. 'In any case Adrasta's determined to destroy Chloris.
You and everyone else here,' he smiled at the guards, 'are as
good as dead already. You're just going to die swiftly and cleanly
and that much sooner than the rest of us. I'm really doing you a
kindness, old friend.'
'I'd rather you didn't,' gasped Organon.
The guards shuffled uneasily. They lived in daily fear of
their lives from the Lady Adrasta. But here was a new threat and
one they didn't understand. 'Who's as good as dead already?'
asked the huntsman.
'How  is  the  Lady  Adrasta  going  to  destroy  Chloris?'
demanded one of the guards.
'It's obvious,' replied the Doctor. 'Just look at this planet. It's
dying already: minimal cultivated landand that's declining all
the time; the jungle advancing everywhere, choking everything.
Soon there'll be nothing but untamed forests and swamps. And
why? Because you've got no metal to make tools to drain the
swamps and cut back the jungle. And all because the Lady
Adrasta controls the last remaining mine on Chloris.'
'Huntsman,' ordered Adrasta,  'set the Wolfweeds on this
blasphemer!'
'Weeds!' shouted the Doctor angrily. 'That's the level of your
civilisation!  You've  succeeded  in  cultivating  weeds that are a




danger to people: Wolfweeds, not plants that produce oil or
vitamins or beefsteaks, but animated nettles that kill.
'Your friend the Ambassador,' went on the Doctor, patting
the Creature, 'came here to bring you metals in exchange for
some of your jungles. And what happened? The Lady Adrasta
imprisoned him down here. Why? Because she feared that if
anyone else controlled the mineral supply on Chloris she would
lose the source of her political power. She's not merely a fool
she's a criminal fool!'
'Don't listen to him!' cried Adrasta. 'It's just the ravings of a
demented space tramp.'
'Let him speak!' declared the huntsman.
'Yes, let him speak,' agreed several of the guards.
'No,'  said  the  Doctor.                                             'Let  the  Tythonian  Ambassador
himself speak.' He gripped the shield once again. 'Keep it brief,'
he whispered to Erato.
Erato told them how he had landed on Chloris fifteen years
before. He had landed at night in order to cause the minimum
of disturbance. Before dawn he had emerged from his craft and,
with vocaliser (by which he meant the shield) in place, he had
gone forth to make contact with the natives. Not surprisingly he
had created something of a sensation. The first Chlorissians he
had encountered had run away from him screaming. He found
their  reaction  inexplicable.  Nevertheless,  it  was  clear  that
something about his personal appearance was offensive to the
local inhabitants. But even now he could not conceive of what it
could be. On Tythonus he was regarded as extremely handsome.
It  was  one  of  the  reasons  why  he  had  been  selected  as
Ambassador.
'Get to the point,' whispered the Doctor.
Word of his presence had reached Adrasta. She and Karela
and half a dozen heavily armed guards had come out to see what
unexpected thing the  jungle  had  brought forth.  She  didn't




believe peasants' stories. Peasants always lied in her experience,
either in hope of reward or else to evade taxes or punishment.
But when they had come upon the Tythonian browsing on the
vegetation, she realised at once it was not a native of Chloris.
In  an  attempt  to  establish  friendly  relations  Erato  had
disgorged half a ton of pure copper at her feet. The sight of so
much pure metal had overcome everyone's fear. Unfortunately it
had excited Adrasta's natural cupidity.
Adrasta had sent her entourage away, except for one guard
and Karela. And then she and Erato had communicated via the
vocaliser, using the guard's larynx.
Once she had learned the purpose of his mission, Adrasta
had sought for away to turn it to her advantage. She agreed to
negotiate, but insisted that he must come secretly to her Palace.
She did not want to alarm her subjects any more than was
necessary. There was, she declared, a secret way into the Palace
from a nearby mine. Because the tunnels underground were
narrow and rock-strewn  she  advised  Erato  to  give  her  his
vocaliser. She would take it straight to the Palace herself and it
would be waiting for him on his arrival.
While  uneasy  about  relinquishing  his  only  means  of
communicating with the people of Chloris, Erato saw the sense
of her plan. In any case he could not afford to antagonise the
ruler of the planet, and he had no reason to suspect treachery.
Erato therefore agreed to travel to the Palace via the tunnels
in  the  mine.  With  great  difficulty  he  managed  to  slide  his
immense bulk down the mineshaft, where-upon Adrasta, Karela
and the guard had piled rocks over the entrance to the shaft.
Once in the mine he was trapped. There was no way out for him.
The steps leading up to the Palace were barred by heavy doors
and were in fact so steep and narrow that it was impossible for
him to negotiate them.




Erato  floundered  around  at  the  bottom  of  the  mine
wondering what to do. At first he presumed that Adrasta meant
to keep him out of sight until she had prepared the population
for his appearance. Then after a year or two it gradually dawned
on him that she had trapped him in the mine hoping he would
die.
Some time later a dozen heavily armed guards were lowered
down the mineshaft. They had been sent to find out if he was still
alive,  and if so, to kill him. Unfortunately Erato had been so
eager  to  communicate  that  he  had  rolled  against  them,
forgetting  for  a  moment  that  they  weren't  Tythonians.  The
guards had died of fear or suffocation. Over the years more
Chlorissians were thrown down to him. Some were armed, some
were not. Not that it mattered to the Tythonianthey all seemed
to die no matter what he did.
At first he had worried that perhaps he had brought some
terrible disease from the depths of space, some alien bacteria that
caused Chlorissians to die the moment they saw him. But then
after analysing a couple of the bodies he had rolled on he came
to  the conclusion that they were appallingly badly designed.
They were a collection of impractical projectionsarms, heads,
legsall of which broke so easily. It sea not his fault, he decided,
that his visitors failed to survive the encounter; it was a miracle
they had survived thus far.
He had also made another discovery. The mine was worked
out, or at least the primitive mining methods available to the
Chlorissians were unable to extract any more metal ore. Then of
course the significance of his discovery dawned on him. Adrasta
needed himnot as a source of metal, but as an excuse to keep
people out of her mine. With a monster in occupation it would
take a brave man to go down into the Pit of his own volition. So
no one need ever find out that the mine, the source of her




political power, was finished. It was ironical, declared Erato, that
until now Adrasta's political power had depended on him.
'They're lying!' said the Lady Adrasta. 'The Doctor and that
Creature are lying. Or at least the Doctor is. You don't think for
one second that a thing like that green blob can actually talk, do
you?'
'It's  easy  enough to find out,' replied the Doctor.  'Try it
yourself. Try holding on to the vocaliser and see what happens.
Perhaps we can learn the truth from your own lips.'
Adrasta  shrank  away  from  the  Doctor.  She  looked
desperately round for Karela. Where was she?
'Come on,' said the Doctor. 'Don't you want the truth to be
known?'
'You don't expect intelligent men like my guards to be taken
in by these childish tricks,' sneered Adrasta. 'Huntsman, kill the
Doctor.'
But the huntsman didn't move.
'Guards!'
They too showed no sign of obeying her orders. Damn them.
Where was Karela?
'Speak with the Creature,' ordered the huntsman. Adrasta
glared at him. 'I will devise a way of killing you,' she declared, 'so
painfully and so slowly that the torments of hell will seem a
pleasure by comparison.'
The huntsman cracked his whip. Obediently the Wolfweeds
muted towards her. She backed away. Again the huntsman
urged on the Wolfweeds. Again Adrasta moved away. But she
was being driven towards Erato.
The Doctor suddenly stepped forward and seized her by the
wrist. He forced her hand on the handle of the vocaliser.
Adrasta screamed and tried to tear her hand away. But she
could not. From her lips came her own voice condemning her.




'It  is  as  I  said,'  declared  Adrasta/Erato.                       'This evil woman
condemned me, the Tythonian Ambassador, to fifteen years in
this foul-smelling pit. For fifteen years I have not felt the gentle
sulphuric acid rain of Tythonus on my skin. For fifteen years I
have been deprived of the songs and poetry of my native planet,
of communication with civilised creatures. I have fifteen years of
pain and misery and anguish to avenge.'
Suddenly,  with  a  swiftness  that  surprised  everyone,  the
enormous  green  mass  moved.  Erato  rolled  over  the  Lady
Adrasta  and  the  Wolfweeds  like  an  avalanche.  After  a  few
moments he rolled back. The Wolfweeds were gone. The Lady
Adrasta lay dead, her eyes wide open in a state of pure horror.
The Doctor seized  the  vocaliser.                                     'Thank  you,'  said  the
Doctor/Erato. 'The Wolfweeds were delicious.'




10
Complications
Tucking into his first proper meal for weeks, Organon waxed
indignant  with  Romana.                                                 'He was going  to  let  me  die,'  he
complained. 'My friend, the man I saved from that green thing,
was going to let me die.
'I tell you,' he went on, waving the leg of a cold roast fondelcc
in her direction, 'there's no gratitude in the world.'
Romana looked up from picking the last Wolfweed filaments
off K9. 'Of course the Doctor wouldn't have let you die,' she
declared. 'It was all a ploy to get Adrasta off balance.'
'Well, it got me off balance, I can tell you. He might have
more consideration for my age,' he added.
'It  worked,  didn't  it?  You're  out  of  the  Pit,  aren't  you?
You're alive and well and eating your fourth fondel leg, unless
I'm mistaken. And this planet now has a futureif Erato is to be
believed.'
'I'm  not  sure  that  he  is,'  said  the  Doctor,  entering  the
audience chamber.
Organon choked on a piece of fondel. The Doctor patted
him on the back.
'What do you mean about Erato?' demanded Romana.
'Well, in spite of what he says, I don't believe that our large
green friend was made an Ambassador just because of his looks.'
The Doctor removed the last roast fondel leg from Organon's
plate, dipped it in the uxal sauce, and took a bite. 'Delicious,' he
announced.
cc
A fondel is a kind of wild turkey peculiar to Chloris.

Uxal sauce is a kind of chutney made from uxal berries.




'You were telling us about Erato,' Romana reminded him.
'Well,  he  is  a  very  shrewd,  very  experienced  planetary
negotiator. Unless I miss my guess, he has several nasty suprises
up his sleeveor tucked in the folds of his extraordinary green
cerebellum. This really is very good,' he went on, dipping the leg
into the uxal sauce once again.
'I  don't like supriscs; observed Organon gloomily. 'After a
lifetime in the astrology business, I can assure you that in my
experience suprises have a habit of being singularly unpleasant.'
'If that's the case,' demanded Romana, 'why are you getting
Erato out of the Pit? I mean he might go off in his spacecraft and
return with a load of angry Tythonians. How did he arrive
here?' she asked.
'In an egg.'
'The broken shell we found.'
The Doctor nodded. 'When it's in one piece, it's actually a
blindingly simple space vehicle, complete with photon drive.'
'We didn't see any photon drive.'
'I did,' said the Doctor. 'He took some pieces of shell with
him down the Pit. I found them there. One of the pieces is a
photon drive.'
Romana looked worried. 'When we found that shell, it was
transmitting some kind of message. What?'
'Obviously a distress signal.'
'If  it  was  transmitting  a  distress  signal  for  fifteen  years,'
pointed out Organon,  'surely the things on Tythonus would
have done something about it by now.'
'Maybe they have,' replied the Doctor.
'What?'
'I don't know. That rather depends on the Tythonians.' The
Doctor scooped up a gobbet of uxal sauce on his finger and
thoughtfully sucked it off. 'One thing I do know,' he said at last,
'is that our green friend won't he leaving Chloris in a hurry.'




'What's to stop him?'
'Because,' replied the Doctor, removing a curiously shaped
piece of  eggshell  from his pocket,                                     'I  took  the  precaution  of
borrowing part of his photon drive.'
At considerable  risk  to  life  and  limb,  Edu  clung  to  the
window embrasure, peering into the audience chamber. Ainu
and Torvin held his legs.
'What can you see?' whispered Torvin.
'That Doctor chap waving something about,' replied Edu in
a hoarse whisper.
'Is it metal?'
'Don't know:
Edu suddenly ducked down.
'What is it?'
'One of the guards has just come in.'
The guard in fact had brought news for the Doctor. The
Tythonian was now out of the Pit at last and on his way to the
Palace.
Tollund, the late Lady Adrasta's senior engineer, had been
busy. At the Doctor's directions and working intensively for the
past few hours, he had widened the mouth of the pitshaft and
had built a wooden ramp from the base of the shaft to the
surfacea ramp strong enough and wide enough to take Erato.
With the aid of four great windlasses and several hundred men
Erato had managed to mount the ramp and squeeze himself
through the opening.
'Are you coming?' Romana asked Organon.
The old man shuddered and shook his head. 'No, thank
you,' he said firmly. 'I saw enough of that monster down the Pit
to  last  me  several  lifetimes.  I  have  no  desire  to  renew  the
acquaintance. Besides I haven't finished eating yet.'
The Doctor placed the piece of shell on the table. 'Guard
that with your life,' he said.




'You may rely on me,' replied the astrologer, picking up a
large piece of pie.
'They've  gone,'  said  Edu,  peering  through  the  window
again, 'all except for that old astrologer.'
'What's he doing?' asked Torvin.
'Eating.'
It   had  taken  all  Torvin's  inconsiderable  powers  of
persuasion to get Ainu and Edu to return to the Palace with him.
The rest of the band had fled. One close encounter with the
Tythonian had been enough to encourage them to put the
maximum distance between themselves and the mine. Ainu and
Edu remained loyal (if that was the word) thanks to a unique
combination  of  greed  and  stupidity;  Ainu  was  greedy,  Edu
stupid.
'Come on down,' hissed Torvin.
The little  pockmarked  bandit  lowered  himself  from  the
window and dropped to the floor.
'This,' declared Torvin with a confidence he did not possess,
'is where we make our fortunes.'
An extraordinary sight met the Doctor and Romano when they
descended to the courtyard of the Palace. Erato was in the act of
squeezing the first few feet of himself through the main gate.
The rest of him stretched back into the jungle. They could see
tendrils emerging from his body which were delicately stripping
the greenery from the surrounding trees and bushes.
If something as shapeless as the Tythonian could be said to
have an expression, then Erato was positively beaming. His veins
(if  they were veins) were pulsing brightly and his skin glowed
with well-being.
The Doctor nodded to Romana who stepped forward and
took hold of the handle of the volcaliser. 'I think it's time you
answered a few questions, my friend,' the Doctor said.




'With pleasure,' replied Romana/Erato. 'But first you really
must compliment our hosts. Their leaves are delicious.'
'Let's talk about your distress signal first, the one in the shell
at the Place of Death. Unless I'm mistaken, it's been transmitting
direct to Tythonus for the past fifteen years. Am I right?'
'Correct.'
'Shouldn't you switch it off now?'
'It will have switched itself off, the moment I came out of the
Pit.  It  is  telepathically  connected  to  one  of  my  neurological
centres.'
'Then we've nothing to worry about?'
Erato did not reply.
'Have we?' demanded the Doctor.
'Well, I'd rather not talk about it,' said the Tythonian with
obvious  embarrassment.                                                  'I  don't  wish  to  cause  distress  and
despondency. Besides I'm afraid it's far too late to do anything
about it now.'
'Too late to do anything about what?'
'Believe me, I would prevent it if I could,' went on Erato.
'What would you prevent if you could?'
'I mean, it's hardly something one is going to look back on
over the next twenty thousand years or so with pride.'
'What?'
'The total destruction of this solar system.'
The Doctor stared at the Creature in astonishment, hardly
able to believe his ears. Perhaps being imprisoned in the mine
for fifteen years had affected the Tythonian. It was inconceivable
that a few green blobs, however huge, could destroy a whole
solar system.
'Are you quite sure?' he asked.
'Absolutely.'
'The forces required to destroy a solar systemeven quite a
small oneare, well, astronomic.'




'Precisely,' agreed Erato.  'Which is why we use a neutron
star.'
'A neutron star?'
'A collapsed star composed of supercompressed degenerate
matter,' explained Erato helpfully.
'I know what a neutron star is,' snapped the Doctor. 'I just
don't know what you propose to do with it.'
'Bounce it off one of Chloris's suns,' replied Erato. 'It's really
very simple.'
Erato went on to explain that the Tythonians were a peace-
loving race. They had not fought a war for over a million years.
They didn't need to, because they had developed the supreme
doomsday weapon. Their power of retaliation was so enormous
no adversary was prepared to risk total annihiliation.
About two million years ago they had discovered how to
affect the orbits of neutron stars, of which there were a great
number in the galaxy. They could in fact direct the star into the
path  of  a  particular  solar  system.  Great  accuracy  was  not
required. All the neutron star had to do was to brush the surface
of a sun and...
'Bang,' said Erato simply. 'There's an explosion.'
'That,' replied the Doctor, 'has to he the under-statement of
the millenium. What you're suggesting would create a fireball a
tenth of a light year across.' 'Yes.'
'Well,  stop  it,'  demanded  the  Doctor.                            'Abort  the missile.
Transmit a new message from the shell, telling your people on
Tythonus that you are alive and well and having a marvellous
time. And get them to stop the star.'
Romana/Erato sighed regretfully.                                      'I'm  very  much  afraid
that's  impossible,  Doctor,'  he  said.                              'That's  the  trouble  with
neutron starsonce you've started them on their way you can't
stop them. I did warn the Lady Adrasta,' he went on, 'that if I, as
Tythonian Ambassador, was in any way harmed, then she would




face retaliation on a scale she could not conceive. Unfortunately
she was a very stupid woman.'
The Doctor thought hard for a moment. There had to be
some way of preventing the tragedy.
'There's one solution,' he said at last.  'We'll just have to
transfer the population of Chloris to another planet in another
solar system. It's going to take time. But it's not impossible. How
long have we got before the neutron star strikes?' he asked.
'Approximately twenty-four hours.'
In the cold and empty reaches of space the neutron star sped on
its way. There were no astronomers on any of the neighbouring
planetary systems to observe its passage. If there had been they
would have written learned papers on the subject, full of theories
explaining such a unique event.
Long ago the star had consumed all its own nuclear fuel.
Long ago its own source of energy had died. Now gravitational
forces of unimaginable magnitude compressed ituntil it was no
more than ten kilometres in diameter: about half the size of
London. Now it was no more than a thin outer shell containing
nothing but neutrons.
Dead but deadly, it came ever closer to the smallest of
Chloris's suns. Already there were signs of perturbation on the
surface of the suns.
'I  would love to stay,' said Erato, backing away from the
Doctor and trying to manoeuvre his bulk back through the
Palace gates. 'But I really must go now. Do forgive me. I am a
sentimentalist at heart and have no wish to be a witness to the
inevitable distressing scenes that are bound to occur when the
star strikes one of Chloris's suns.'
Romana and the Doctor followed him,  the  former  still
keeping  a  tight  hold  on  the  vocaliser.  Their  presence  was




obviously beginning to irritate the Tythonian, who wished to be
on his way.
Erato stopped in his tracks. 'Look. There really is no point in
you following me,' he said. 'I would strongly advise you to make
your own escape as soon as you can from this, alas, doomed
planet. I understand that you have a time and space vehicle of
your own. Use it now.'
'How will you escape?' asked the Doctor.
'Don't worry about me,' continued Erato, beginning to back
away again. 'I'll just make myself another spacecraft.'
'But that will take ages.'
'Three Tythonian ninods. Or one hour seven seconds in
your time.'
Build  a  space  ship  in  a  hour?  Impossible,  thought  the
Doctor. On the other hand, I suppose if you can shunt neutron
stars around the Universe like so many cattle trucks, anything is
possible. There again, of course, a Tythonian spacecraft isn't a
particularly complex machine. If the broken shell at the Place of
Death was anything to go by, it was really no more than a huge
egg equipped with photon drive. Though when you looked at
Erato  spread  over  the  surrounding  countryside,  the  sheer
immensity- of the operation boggled the mind.
Then the Doctor remembered the strange metallic threads
which the Tythonian had secreted, like a spider, in order to
construct the shell-like barrier in the mine. That must be how he
made his spaceship.
'You mean you just sort of knit yourself a spaceship?' the
Doctor asked.
Erato was offended at this implied slighting of his talents.
'It's not quite as simple as that,' he snapped. 'There's a knack to
it, you know. Not every Tythonian succeeds in mastering the art.
Which is why only a few of my race are space travellers.'




Thank heavens for that, thought Romana. Not that she
personally had anything against Eratoexcept for the fact that
he had nearly frightened her out of her wits on several occasions.
But she was relieved to learn that they wouldn't be meeting huge
green blobs on every planet where they made landfall.
'Don't he so touchy,' said the Doctor. 'I'm impressed. Can
you knit anything?'
'Like what?'
'Like several kilometres of aluminium foil.'
'Why would I wish to do that?' demanded the Tythonian.
An abstracted expression came over the Doctor's face. He
stared blankly at a small lizard-like creature that was trying to
climb the Palace wall and failing. An idea wa beginning to form
in his brainan idea so extraordinary, so lunatic, it just might
work.
'Would you be prepared to save this planet from your
doomsday weapon?' he asked. 'It might be just a bit risky, of
course,'  he  went  on,  aware  that  that  hardly  described  the
extreme danger inherent in his plan. 'But it could prevent the
destruction of Chloris.'
Erato, however, had little reason to feel friendly towards his
ex-captors.
'Let  me  remind  you,  Doctor,'  he  said.                          'I  came  to  this
benighted planet as an accredited Ambassador, with an offer to
help its unfortunate inhabitants. They imprisoned me for fifteen
years in a disgusting hole in the ground and would have starved
me to death, if that had been possible.'
'I know, I know,' replied the Doctor soothingly. 'Believe me,
you have my sympathy. But after all, the Chlorissians were not
responsible for the actions of that madwoman, the Lady Adrasta.'
'I am not so sure of that,' replied the Tythonian. 'I didn't
notice  any  of  them rushing to free me. In any case, I am




disinclined  to  commit  suicide  on  their  behalf.  And  that  is
precisely what it would be if I stayed here.'
'I thought the Tythonians were a peace-loving race.'
'We are.'
'Then I would have thought you, Is Tythonian Ambassador,
would want to make a positive demonstration of Tythonian good
will.'
Erato considered the matter for a moment. Unfortunately he
had to admit that the Doctor's argument was irresistible. He
regretted the necessity of destroying a planet so rich in valuable
chlorophylla  planet  which  held  the  promise  of  feeding
generations of young Tythonians. And he loathed the prospect
of causing such an appalling loss of life.
'Oh, very well,' he said pettishly. 'I will help.'
The Doctor sighed with relief. For without the Tythonian's
help his plan had no chance of success.
'What do you want me to do?'
'Knit a thin aluminium shell round the neutron star. That
should minimise its gravitational pull, so we can then yank it out
of its present orbit.'
'And how do we do the yanking?'
'We use the TARDIS,' explained the Doctor, 'as a tractor
beam. We can exert short bursts of enormous gravitational
pressure on the star, which should be enough to slow it up, so
that you can wrap it in an aluminium shell.'
Romana released the handle of the vocaliser. 'That's crazy,
Doctor,' she objected.
'You stay out of this,' he replied.
Romana took hold of the vocaliser once again.
'I agree with Romana,' said Erato. 'She is quite correct. It is a
recipe for mutual destruction.'
The Doctor did not reply.




'On the other hand,' went on the Tythonian after a moment,
'it justjustmight work.'
'Then you'll help?'
'Very well.'
'I knew you would.'
Erato was curious.  'What would you have done if I had
decided to abandon you? I could have built my spaceship and
returned home.'
'You might have found that a bit tricky. You see, I took the
precaution  of  removing  a  vital  part  of  your  photon  drive,'
confessed the Doctor. 'There's no way you could have left this
planet.'
Unfortunately, as the Doctor and Romana were to discover,
that  was  all  too  true.  When  they  returned  to  the  audience
chamber, they found Organon unconscious, but still clutching
the remains of a half-eaten pie. But the piece of shell with the
photon drive had vanished.
In the corner of the Palace courtyard, creepers and lianas grew
outwards to form a kind of shelter sometimes used by guards
who wished to take cover from the rain. It was from there that
Madam Karela had watched the meeting between the Doctor
and the Creature. She had not been able to overhear much of
their conversation. But she had heard enough for her purposes.
At last, after all her years of loyal service to the Lady Adrasta,
after all her years of patience and plotting, she saw a way of
assuming supreme power on Chloris. The day of Karela had
arrived. She slipped silently away.
It  wasn't  difficult  for  her  to  follow  the  bandits  in  their
progress through the jungle. Success had made them careless.
She stalked them like an elderly but still lethal panther, her black
clothes  making  her  almost  invisible  in  the  twilight  of  the




overshadowing trees. She was never far behind the three men,
yet never for a moment did they realise she was there.
Torvin, Ainu and Edu stopped constantly to argue. Edu had
wanted to keep the piece of shell the old astrologer had been
guarding. He had taken a fancy to it. But Torvin was insistent:
no useless baggage; They had enough to carry as it was.
'We found Adrasta's metal  vault,  didn't  we?'  demanded
Torvin. 'We're loaded up with the real thing, aren't we? Copper.
Iron. Tin. What do we want with a broken piece of shell?'
'Maybe it's valuable,' objected Edu.
'Metal!   That's   what's   important!'   shouted   Torvin,
belabouring the little pockmarked man with the flat of a bronze
sword. 'Metal, you moron!'
'You always pick on me,' complained Edu.
'Pick on you? Be careful I don't pick your bones one day,
you half-pint apology for a nonentity.'
Sulkily Edu threw away the piece of shell.
The bandits reached their cave and unloaded their booty.
They emptied their sacks out on the floor. They had only spent a
few hurried moment in Adrasta's vault, but it was amazing how
much they had managed to take: ingots of copper; tin beaten
into thin leaf shapes; rods of iron; bronze objects decorated in
the linear style  favoured                                          150 years ago; swords, axes, votive
vessels. Torvin positively drooled over the haul. 'And you wanted
to bother about a piece of rotten old shell!' he scoffed to Edu.
They were so occupied with their booty, none of them
noticed Karela enter the cave. She paused, summing up the
situation. What a pathetic bunch of cut-throats! That she should
he reduced to seeking the help of scum like this! Unfortunately
she needed thembut not their leader, she thought.
'Look at it,' rhapsodised Torvin, stroking an elegant bronze
drinking mug. 'Undamaged. No rust anywhere. Just like new.'




He gave a gasp as Karela, with the deftness of long practice,
inserted her knife blade just below his rib cage on the left-hand
side  and  drove  the  point  upwards.  Torvin looked down in
astonishment to see the point of the knife emerge from his chest.
'Tempered steel?' he murmured in surprise, and died.
With a swift movement, using her knee in the small of his
back to provide leverage, Karela withdrew the knife as he fell.
She turned to face the other two.
'He's dead,' said Edu. 'You killed him.'
Ainu wasted no time in idle conversation. He drew his own
knife.
'Kill me and you condemn yourself to poverty,' she warned.
She indicated the pile of metal on the floor. 'You think this is
wealth? This is nothing compared with what we can have, you
and I. We could fill this cave a hundred times over with pure
metal.'
Ainu moved a step towards her, then paused as her words
sank in. 'Metal?'
Karela smiled inwardly. Greed she understood. You could
always handle greed. Stupidity was apt to be dangerous, though.
'She killed Torvin,' said Edu plaintively.
'Anybody might be excused for doing that,' observed Karela.
'He seemed a thoroughly unpleasant man. And I never even
knew him.'
'He was unpleasant,' agreed Edu. 'But he was our leader.'
'What's all this about caves full of metal?' demanded Ainu,
circling away a little to his left, so that Karela was between the
two of them. She is quick with that knife, he thought. But the
two of us should be able to tackle her.
Karela pointed to the pile of copper ingots.                         'You know
where that copper came from? From the Creature. I was there
when he laid half a ton of pure copper at the Lady Adrasta's feet.
I helped weigh it. I know. Half a ton of copperthink of it.'




Ainu and Edu thought of it. It was a pleasant thought.
'It came from the Creature?' asked Edu.
Karela nodded. 'And he will produce more: as much as we
want.'
'Why should he?' demanded Ainu suspiciously. 'Because he
needs that piece of shell you stole.' The two bandits stared at
each other in horror.
'Torvin made me throw it away,' said Edu. 'I told him...'
'Yes, but I found it. I have it hidden. What I need,' went on
Karela, 'is two men I can trust. I have to deal with Romana and
the Doctor. I cannot do it alone. You will help me kill them, then
together we can seize power here on Chloris and force the
Creature to give us as much metal as we want.'
'There's  only  one  problem  with  that  scenario,'  said  the
Doctor from the cave mouth. 'In a very few hours all that will be
left of this planet is several trillion tons of deep-fried rubble. Still
fancy going into the metal business?'
With the help of K9, the Doctor had been able to follow the
tracks of the bandits and Madam Karela through the jungle. He
had stood outside the cave long enough to he able to guess at the
evil woman's plans.
'Deep-fried  rubble?'  said  Edu  uneasily.                                'What  does  he
meandeep-fried rubble?'
'He's only trying to frighten you,' declared Madam Kazela.
'Nothing's going to happen. Don't listen to him. Kill him.'
K9 pushed his way into the cave and stood beside the
Doctor.
The bandits stared at the robot unhappily, remembering
how it had once dealt with the late Torvin. At last Ainu re-
sheathed his knife and shook his head.  'I've met that metal
animal before,' he said.
Karela turned angrily on the bandits. 'Cowards!' she snarled.
'Do I have to do all the killing myself?'




'Before you do anything you'll regret later,' said the Doctor,
'tell  me  where  you've  hidden that piece of shell.  It's  rather
important.'
Knife in hand, her eyes blazing, Karela took a step towards
the Doctor.
'We could find that piece of shell ourselves,' went on the
Doctor. 'But it would take time. And time is the one thing we
haven't got.'
Karela moved closer. K9's sensors twitched uneasily. He was
ready to fire the instant she attempted to strike at the Doctor.
But the Doctor wanted to avoid the necessity of stunning her.
She might be unconscious for a half an hour. There just wasn't
time.  Every second the neutron star was growing nearer to
Chloris's suns.
'You still think that piece of shell is you key to power on
Chloris?' he asked. 'You still think you can use it to force the
Creature to give you all the metal you want? Well, go ahead.
You're welcome to anything produced by our friend Erato.'
Karela paused, frowning.
'You see,' said the Doctor,  'the trouble is, the metal isn't
atomically stable.'
'You're lying,'  insisted  Karela.                                    'Those ingots are copper.
Adrasta and I tested them ourselves.'
'Of course they're copper. But it's unusable. Show her, K9.'
K9 turned his ray onto the booty heaped on the cave floor.
There was a curious humming noise which grest steadily in
intensity. The copper ingots lost their brightness, became dull.
They turned black...  then  began  to  disintegrate...  gradually
crumbling to dust. When K9 switched off his ray, the only
remains of the copper was a pile of greyish dust.
Madam Karela aged visibily as she watched the process of
destruction. She saw her last chance of taking supreme political




power on Chloris fading away in front of her, like morning mist
in the sun.
'The dream's over,' said the Doctor gently. 'Tell me where
that piece of shell is.'




11
Wrapping Up
'How did you know the copper would disintegrate?' asked
Romana, while they watched Erato making his space ship. It was
an unforgettable sight. Glittering metallic threads emerged from
his body and began to weave a silvery web around him.
'The Tythonians are a cautious, canny race,' explained the
Doctor. 'Maybe it's why they've survived so long. They always
seem to build some kind of back-up system into everything they
construct. The shell, for example, went on transmitting even
while Erato was in the Pit. The neutron star was automatically
triggered on its way by the shell.'
By now Erato was completely covered by a thick cocoon of
gleaming threads. More threads spilled out of the cocoon, criss-
crossing each other, building up the structure.
'In any case,' went on the Doctor, 'I always wondered about
that copper Erato gave Adrasta. I thought there had to be a catch
in it somewhere. There had to be some way he could take back
his gift if Adrasta reneged on him. The molecular structure of
the metal was rearranged slightly, so that it reacted to certain
resonances. All K9 had to do was to find the resonating factor,
and Bob's your Unclehalf a hundred weight of dust.'
'Talking of K9,' said Romana, 'shouldn't we be fixing up that
communication bank for him? Erato will soon be ready to take
off.'
'Erato,  can  you  hear  me?'  asked  the  Doctor.                  'Testing.
Testing.'
'I can hear you,' replied K9.
They were hack in the TARDIS. The robot was plugged into
a freestanding communications console, his vocal circuits locked




into Erato's vocaliser. The Tythonian was therefore able to speak
through K9.
'Preparing for take off,' said Erato.
On the large videoscreen in the TARDIS Romana watched
the great silver egg rise slowly and silently into the air.
'It  reminds me of something they used to have on Earth,'
remarked the Doctor. 'They called them zeppelins. Trouble was
the old Count never could get the design right.'
Suddenly the silver egg changed attitude. Its nose lifted until
it  pointed skywards. There was a faint blur of light around the
vessel, and then it hurled itself in the direction of Chloris's suns.
The Doctor stood at the control console, making minute
adjustments, checking the setting of all the dials. 'This has got to
be absolutely precise,' he remarked. 'There's no room for error.'
'That'll be a change,' said Romana.
'Any sign of that neutron star yet?' he asked.
She checked the small display screen.  'There's a blip on
Band Six,' she replied. 'I'll increase the resolution.' She adjusted
the controls then, when the image was steady, punched the
picture up on the videoscreen.
They  were  now  looking  deep  into  space.  And  there,
thousands  of  kilometres  away,  they  saw,  faintly  at  first  but
growing larger all the time, the Tythonians' doomsday weapon
the neutron star.
'There it is,' she said.
'Well,  no  point  in  hanging  around  here,'  observed  the
Doctor.
He threw the switch. The central column on the control
console of the TARDIS began to rise and fall. Lights flashed.
They heard the familiar sound of the TARDIS de-materialising.
And a blue police box vanished from the surface of Chloris.
As Erato's craft cautiously approached the neutron star, so
the Tardis re-materialised close by.




'Oops,' said the Doctor. 'Bit too close. Sorry.'
'Watch what you're doing,' snapped K9. 'I have no desire to
get caught in your time eddy.'
'I never said this was going to be easy,' replied the Doctor.
Erato did not reply. He was occupied taking readings of the
star  through his sensors.  'Doctor,' he said at last,  'the star is
gathering momentum. Very shortly it's going to be subject to an
irresistible gravitational pull from Chloris's suns. Are you sure
you can hold it while I surround the thing with an aluminium
shell?'
The Doctor checked the calculations he had hastily scribbled
on the back of an old laundry list. 'Frankly, no,' he said. 'To be
absolutely honest, old thing, I haven't used the gravity tractor
beam since...' He couldn't remember the last time. 'Well, about
ten years ago. I always meant to check the blessed thing, but I
never actually got round to it.'
'Now you tell me,' replied Erato glumly.
'There's only one way to find out.'
The Doctor activated the tractor beam.
The TARDIS shuddered. Its exterior became incandescent.
The whole machine screamed and groaned. The needles on a
dozen dials  shot  over  into  the  area  marked                       'Danger'.  Red
warning lights flashed on. Romana watched on the videoscreen
as Erato began to move closer to the star. She saw the first silvery
threads emerge from the egg and drift across the intervening
space. Suddenly the picture distorted. Images multiplied. Half a
dozen Eratos approached half a dozen stars The control room of
the TARDIS took on a nightmarish appearance. Walls seemed to
concertina in and out. The floor rippled. There were no fewer
than three consoles. Two Doctors leapt across to them and threw
the switches. With that everything returned to normal.




'We can't hold that star for more than five seconds.' said
Romana. The effect of the tractor beam is to distort our spatial
dimension.'
'Doctor,' said K9, 'you must hold the star. I'm being dragged
towards it.'
The Doctor and Romana glanced up at the videoscreen.
They saw Erato's craft was plunging out of control towards the
star.
'Nothing  to  worry  about,'  said  the  Doctor,  with  a
cheerfulness he didn't feel. He crossed his fingers, kicked the
console, and threw the gravity traction beam switch once again.
This time, except for occasional distortions, the beam held.
'All right, Erato,' he said. 'Get weaving.'
Erato began to circle the star, gradually wrapping it in a web
of silvery threads, cocooning it in a shell of aluminium.
Worriedly Romana checked on the dials. The needles were
beginning to creep up towards the 'Danger' area again. 'We're
placing a terrible strain on the TARDIS,' she said. 'How much
longer, Erato?'
'You can turn off your gravity beam in five of your seconds,'
replied K9. 'Counting now... Five... four... three... two... One...'
Erato never got any further because just at that point part of
the control console of the TARDIS blew up, hurling the Doctor
and Romana against the wall. 'What happened? cried Romana.
The Doctor fought his way back to the console. 'The control
circuit's gone! We can't switch off the beam. We're pulling the
star in towards us.'
The  star,  a  great  aluminium-covered  ball,  filled  the
videoscreen.
Pulled by the gravity traction beam it was rushing to collide
with the TARDIS.




'Doctor,' cried Romana, 'we've got to dematerialise.' With
the star almost upon them the Doctor managed to press the
dematerialisation button.
The star passed harmlessly through the space previously
occupied by the TARDIS.
When they  rematerialised,  they  saw  the  star  on  the
videoscreen. It was swinging away on a new orbitan orbit that
would take it far from the suns of Chloris.
'I still say it was impossible,' said K9/Erato.
Romana agreed. 'I worked out that our chances of success
were 74,384,338 to 11 against.'
'74,384,338 just happens to be my lucky number,' said the
Doctor.