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several years it was a penal settlement. He pointed to the
mark on his arm. You see, Doctor, the Misos Triangle is
the brand of a criminal.
They left the city together: Turlough, with Roskal for
moral support. to go to the forbidden lands and locate the
crashed ship s powerful transmitter, the Doctor and
Amyand to climb to the mountain control centre where the
Master had his hideout.
As they walked through the outskirts of the settlement,
Turlough talked bitterly of his exile on Earth. I was sent
to learn the ways of another planet. What can an Imperial
Trion learn from Earth people?
Humility? suggested the Doctor, rather astringently,
wondering what sort of monster his companion would have
become, had he continued to be brought up as the scion of
an aristocratic, ruling family.
Turlough said nothing, knowing that his burst of
arrogance had offended the Doctor. He felt a bit ashamed.
The Doctor saw the boy blush. Are you sure they ll know
you ve absconded? he asked, more kindly.
Oh, yes. There are Trion agents on every civilised
planet. An agrarian commissioner on Vardon, a tax
inspector on Derveg, Turlough grinned ruefully. And a
very eccentric solicitor in Chancery Lane, who had me
incarcerated in that ghastly school!
The tiny, black body of the Master lay on the wide
TARDIS floor, like a cock-sparrow downed in a high wind.
The rebel Time Lord was exhausted. For a brief moment,
he even believed himself to be doomed. Why had the slave
not answered his summons when the doors were opened?
At least that girl had left the control room. The thought
of Peri breathed new life into him. To have been defeated
by the Doctor, his Gallifreyan peer, would have been
humiliation enough; to be destroyed by an Earthling, a
mere girl, an American even, would make him the
laughing stock of the Universe! He must not give up now.
Slowly, he dragged himself across the endless Sahara of
floor, till at last he reached the overturned laboratory, and
hauled himself onto the wall which was, once again, the
floor of his miniaturised workroom. Immediately he saw
the reason for Kamelion s delay. The metamorphosis
projector had been damaged. The Master ran to inspect the
vital equipment. To his profound relief, it was not beyond
repair. Soon, his other half would revive and carry him to
the blue fire. He would regain his former stature; he would
be stronger than any Time Lord, he would be indomitable.
Turlough and Roskal wished the Doctor and Arnyand
good luck as they parted in the fertile valley where the
Sarns had their fields. It was not far over the ridge into the
forbidden land, but the going was difficult as the earth
tremors were getting more severe, tumbling loose rocks
from the hillside and sending up great, choking clouds of
lava dust. Come on! shouted Turlough, above the
ophicleide thunder of the volcano. The ship! He pointed
to the horizon.
Roskal half expected to be apprehended by Timanov s
guards as they walked up to the shattered leviathan. Such
trespass was the greatest crime a Sam could commit. He
followed Turlough to the intact flight-deck section, whilst
all round them the structure creaked and groaned like a
galleon under full sail.
Look out! yelled Turlough as a girder from the deck
above them crashed across their path. We haven t got
much time. He knew the layout of the ship by heart and
went straight to the transmitter.
Is it still working? shouted Roskal over the rattle of the
twisting hull.
Soon see, said Turlough, feeding the coded release key
into its housing. Keep your fingers crossed.
For a moment nothing happened, and Turlough was
beginning to wonder if the emergency power cells had
dissipated their charge, when two green lights flashed. He
quickly entered a password on the keyboard and waited
anxiously while the volcano roared again. I hope there s
not too much geomagnetic interference, he muttered.
His doubts were dispelled by a distant voice from his
home planet. Trion Control. State name, rank and
identification code.
The boy froze. He was about to sign the warrant for his
own inevitable rearrest. His hand went bravely to the
transmit key. My name is Vislor Turlough. Junior Ensign
Commander...
Rescue would soon be on its way for the stranded Sarns.
But for Turlough, there was now no escape.
The Doctor and Amyand climbed higher and higher up
the quavering mountainside. It was a hard struggle against
the sliding shale and drifting pumice, while the sulphurous
smoke caught in their throats. The Doctor paused for
breath and looked down at the black panorama of cinders
and tufa in the valley below him. He imagined how Sarn
must have been in the days gone by: a colonial paradise
with the forces of nature held in check by the technical
ingenuity of the Trion settlers, until nature started to get
the upper hand, and the soft life of the expatriots became
threatened by a native force no army from the Imperial
Clans could ever pacify the volcano.
But while Sam might have been too hot for the wealthy
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several years it was a penal settlement. He pointed to the
mark on his arm. You see, Doctor, the Misos Triangle is
the brand of a criminal.
They left the city together: Turlough, with Roskal for
moral support. to go to the forbidden lands and locate the
crashed ship s powerful transmitter, the Doctor and
Amyand to climb to the mountain control centre where the
Master had his hideout.
As they walked through the outskirts of the settlement,
Turlough talked bitterly of his exile on Earth. I was sent
to learn the ways of another planet. What can an Imperial
Trion learn from Earth people?
Humility? suggested the Doctor, rather astringently,
wondering what sort of monster his companion would have
become, had he continued to be brought up as the scion of
an aristocratic, ruling family.
Turlough said nothing, knowing that his burst of
arrogance had offended the Doctor. He felt a bit ashamed.
The Doctor saw the boy blush. Are you sure they ll know
you ve absconded? he asked, more kindly.
Oh, yes. There are Trion agents on every civilised
planet. An agrarian commissioner on Vardon, a tax
inspector on Derveg, Turlough grinned ruefully. And a
very eccentric solicitor in Chancery Lane, who had me
incarcerated in that ghastly school!
The tiny, black body of the Master lay on the wide
TARDIS floor, like a cock-sparrow downed in a high wind.
The rebel Time Lord was exhausted. For a brief moment,
he even believed himself to be doomed. Why had the slave
not answered his summons when the doors were opened?
At least that girl had left the control room. The thought
of Peri breathed new life into him. To have been defeated
by the Doctor, his Gallifreyan peer, would have been
humiliation enough; to be destroyed by an Earthling, a
mere girl, an American even, would make him the
laughing stock of the Universe! He must not give up now.
Slowly, he dragged himself across the endless Sahara of
floor, till at last he reached the overturned laboratory, and
hauled himself onto the wall which was, once again, the
floor of his miniaturised workroom. Immediately he saw
the reason for Kamelion s delay. The metamorphosis
projector had been damaged. The Master ran to inspect the
vital equipment. To his profound relief, it was not beyond
repair. Soon, his other half would revive and carry him to
the blue fire. He would regain his former stature; he would
be stronger than any Time Lord, he would be indomitable.
Turlough and Roskal wished the Doctor and Arnyand
good luck as they parted in the fertile valley where the
Sarns had their fields. It was not far over the ridge into the
forbidden land, but the going was difficult as the earth
tremors were getting more severe, tumbling loose rocks
from the hillside and sending up great, choking clouds of
lava dust. Come on! shouted Turlough, above the
ophicleide thunder of the volcano. The ship! He pointed
to the horizon.
Roskal half expected to be apprehended by Timanov s
guards as they walked up to the shattered leviathan. Such
trespass was the greatest crime a Sam could commit. He
followed Turlough to the intact flight-deck section, whilst
all round them the structure creaked and groaned like a
galleon under full sail.
Look out! yelled Turlough as a girder from the deck
above them crashed across their path. We haven t got
much time. He knew the layout of the ship by heart and
went straight to the transmitter.
Is it still working? shouted Roskal over the rattle of the
twisting hull.
Soon see, said Turlough, feeding the coded release key
into its housing. Keep your fingers crossed.
For a moment nothing happened, and Turlough was
beginning to wonder if the emergency power cells had
dissipated their charge, when two green lights flashed. He
quickly entered a password on the keyboard and waited
anxiously while the volcano roared again. I hope there s
not too much geomagnetic interference, he muttered.
His doubts were dispelled by a distant voice from his
home planet. Trion Control. State name, rank and
identification code.
The boy froze. He was about to sign the warrant for his
own inevitable rearrest. His hand went bravely to the
transmit key. My name is Vislor Turlough. Junior Ensign
Commander...
Rescue would soon be on its way for the stranded Sarns.
But for Turlough, there was now no escape.
The Doctor and Amyand climbed higher and higher up
the quavering mountainside. It was a hard struggle against
the sliding shale and drifting pumice, while the sulphurous
smoke caught in their throats. The Doctor paused for
breath and looked down at the black panorama of cinders
and tufa in the valley below him. He imagined how Sarn
must have been in the days gone by: a colonial paradise
with the forces of nature held in check by the technical
ingenuity of the Trion settlers, until nature started to get
the upper hand, and the soft life of the expatriots became
threatened by a native force no army from the Imperial
Clans could ever pacify the volcano.
But while Sam might have been too hot for the wealthy
colonists, it was an ideal dumping ground for undesirables [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]