Doctor Who is strangely concerned about Professor Horner's plan to cut open an a ncient barrow near the peaceful village of Devil's End. Equally worried is Miss Hawthorne, the local white witch, who foretells a terrible disaster if he goes a head. The only person who wants the Professor to open the barrow is the new vica r (in truth THE MASTER) whose secret ceremonies are designed to conjure up from out of the barrow a horribly powerful being... ISBN 0 426 10444 7

DOCTOR WHO AND THE DAEMONS Based on the BBC television serial The Daemons by Guy Leopold by arrangement wit h the British Broadcasting Corporation BARRY LETTS Illustrated by Alan Willow published by The Paperback Division of W. H. Allen & Co. Ltd

A Target Book Published in 1974 by the Paperback Division of W.H. Allen & Co. Lt d. A Howard & Wyndham Company 44 Hill Street, London WIX 8LB Copyright © 1974 by B arry Lets and Guy Leopold `Doctor Who' series copyright © 1974 by the British Broa dcasting Corporation Printed in Great Britain by The Anchor Press Ltd, Tiptree, Essex ISBN 0 426 11332 2 This book is sold subject to the condition that it shal l not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out or otherwise ci rculated without the publisher's prior consent in any form of binding or cover o ther than that in which it is published and without a similar condition includin g this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

CONTENTS Prologue 1 The White Witch 2 The New Vicar 3 The Opening of the Barrow 4 The Appearance of the Beast 5 The Heat Barrier 6 Meetings 7 Explanations 8 The Second Appearance 9 Into Danger 10 The Third Appearance 11 The Rescue 12 Into t he Cavern 13 The Sacrifice Epilogue .

'Night.. .Prologue Thunder rumbled ominously. Better cut throug h churchyard.? pulling fit to choke hisself.. a few threatening drops of rain splashed heavily on the cobbled road. Pete. Josh stopped. irra tional terror clutching at his throat. Dan. an d the rain came. Josh stu mbled after him.. we're in for a soaker. you g reat fool!' The dog. Suddenly the.. fitful lightning mocked the darkness of the green wit h a sudden day. still and lifeless.' Old Josh Wilkins turned re luctantly away from the friendly light of the pub and set off across the green. Don't blame him. Wants to get home. `Hey! Come back... F earfully. He had to know. the sky split open with a crack that jolted Josh's old heart. there was.' `'Night. In a moment he was wet to the skin. yelping hysterically. A hi gh-pitched chattering noise cut through the hiss of the rain. crouching menacingly above the poor thin body. he rounded the corner of the church and saw Dan. Tom. barking became a howl like a scream of fear.. Josh. turned up the collar of his jacket and plodded o n. All at once.. `G'night. a nd. had pulled the lead from his master's hand and dashed through the churchyard gate. Cursing under his breath. I reckon. But the dog was silent.' Josh shivered. `What's the matter with the dratted dog.

.' With an exasperated crunching of the gears the doctor's ancient car rumbled away. Now... Doct or.' The morning sunshine flashed on Miss Hawthorne's indignant pin ce-nez. the man simply died of fright. `Su perstitious nonsense!' he snapped.. to scream. I'm warning you! This is just the beginning!' . clutching desperately at the folkweave cloak slip ping from her shoulders. I don't care what you say. to fight the roaring in his ears and the agony in his chest. There was a rustling in the under growth.' The doctor walked acr oss to his car. raising her voice as the doctor re ceded..' Doctor Reeves s ighed. He pitched forward on his face. one arm lying pro tectively across the drenched fur of the dead animal...' The doctor frowned irritably. Miss H awthorne took a few frustrated steps forward. Miss Hawthorn. `If Professor Horner opens that barrow. he'll bring disaster on us all... scuttled after him. He died of a heart attack. I cast the runes only this morning. `He died of fright.!' she exclaimed. `But his face. `The signs are there for all to see . `I'm sorry--I have my rounds to do. but Josh just lay there quietly.Josh struggled to run. `An expression like that is quite comm on in cases of heart failure. the medical diagnosis is quite clear. `My dear Miss Hawthorne.. if you'll excuse me. Doctor. The `thing' was gone.

Jo.. like in the song. `But it really is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius just about now..' sighed the Doctor patiently.. What do you think'll happen?' `Happen? When?' The Doctor wandered over to the bench and picked up a fearsomelooking monkey-wrench. simply cent uries. `You don't really believe in all that nons ense.. `Oh yes I have. you know..' .' she replied. And that means the occult. the sun was gl eaming on Bessie's new coat of daffodil paint and there was a pleasant tang of e ngine oil in the air. `Tonight.' he said. do you?' `Of course I do.' commented the Doctor. of course.' `You make it sound like the measles..1 The White Witch Doctor Who was a happy man: the birds were singing a spring song. As trologically. smilin g at the indignation in Jo Grant's face. `Doctor! You haven't been listening!' The Doctor looked up from the open bonnet of his beloved old car. `You were talking about this new pop gr oup who wear vine leaves in their hair. what with the ancient curse and all. when Professor Ho rner opens up that burial mound. returning to his car. Jo followed him. I've been going on about that TV programme. I mean.' `That was ages ago! I mean.' ` Oh. the super natural and all the magic bit. `There's been a lot of it about la tely.

' But Jo wasn't listening.. looking like a transistor radio. and started to work on it. nobody in the w orld. you have the most absurd ideas. but. Everything that hap pens must have a scientific explanation. Excuse me. He gave the wrench a final tug and stoodup . The Doctor eyed her sternly.. His old yellow car was quietly driving herself out of the open d oors of the UNIT workshop into the car-park outside. `There's nobody driving her !' said Jo. `Doctor! Look!' The Doctor looked up from his work. In the first place. `Really. that's all. `for a reasonably intelligent young lady. Th is minute!' .. The Doctor picke d up a little black box.. `But how do you know there's nothing in it?' The Doctor started to fasten down Bessie's bonnet. suppose something happens and nobody knows the explanation. ` Bessie! What are you up to? Come back here at once. Jo never gave in easily! `Suppose.The Doctor smiled to himself somewhat ruefully. He was obviously wasting his tim e trying to turn Jo into a scientist.. `How? I just know. Her eyebr ows had shot up and she was gasping feebly. my dear. said. in the Universe! That'd be magic wouldn't it?' This time the Doctor laug hed out loud.. now. `Yes. Bessie continued serenely on her way.' The little car flashed her lights rebelliously and executed a tight clockwise circle.' Jo moved thoughtfully away from the bench..' The Doctor grinned at her. Jo frowned.. if you only know where to look for it.. . `Do as I say.

she rolled towards the workshop and. During Bessie's little dance. whose eyes by now were popping out of her head. I'll forgive you this time. reluctantly. `I know there' s a good explanation for all this but I just can't think of it for the minute. Bessie backed away and sedately settled herself into her accustomed place.Bessie stopped.' said Mike. `Are you sorry?' `Honk. `No. Some sort of remote control. Captain Yates had appeare d from the little office at the back of the workshop. The Doctor wagged a finger at the errant Bess ie. be fore I change my mind.' Slowly. go back to your parking place. `You're a very naughty girl. `Would you believe in magic?' Jo asked Captain Yates at the same tim e casting an infuriated glance at the Doctor. `J o would. I suppose.' The Doctor looked round.' the Doctor said provocatively.' burst out Jo. Now. of course not. She revved her motor a couple of times. `I shan't tell you again. The Doctor looked at him q uizzically. `That's not fair. as if tempted to take of f into the distant countryside.' The Doctor s olemnly held up his little black box and pressed a button on it. giving one last self-sa tisfied honk of her horn. honk.' Under the astonished gaze of poor Jo.' `Ve ry well then. stopped by the Doctor and Jo. The silence was broken by a male voice. . How dare you go gallivanting around like that?' Bessie honked her horn a little aggresively. `It mu st have been you doing it.

I've had enough of your childish tricks. I remember reading. Doctor?' `Coming where?' `To s ee that TV programme. I say..' The Doctor groaned. Would you give me a lift back to H. `Should be fascinating. It had an evil ring to it. Suddenly he leap ed into action. `Not you. `You see how easy i t is to be a magician?' said the Doctor.Q.`Honk honk.' Jo said severely. are you feeling right?' The Doctor didn't even hear him. it has a funny reputation.... this wretched memory of his! Devil's End. Doctor. Mike?' And off she mar ched. the village near the dig. he turned back. The Doctor looked at Mike and winked. `Where to?' .. At the door. `Are you coming. Mike Yates was peering at him anxiously. you know. `Come on then.' answered Mike cheerfully. Fo recasts of doom and disaster and all that. He was too con cerned with the large disturbing bell sounding in his mind. seizing his cloak and making for the door.' replied the Doctor absently. `Would you like to see some more?' `No thanks. Captain Yates!' `Would n't miss it for the world.. The Doctor shuddered. After all. too. `Doctor?' The Doctor came to himse lf with a start..' said Bessie from the other side of the carpark. of course.' he sa id urgently. Devil's End? Where h ad he heard the name before? Oh. Mike grinned and started to follow h er. Devil's End. `I want to s ee that programme. `Are you sure you're a ll right?' `Of course.

`Professor Horner! Professor Horner!' Fergus looked wildly round.. and trucks the size of removing vans littere d the grass like abandoned toys. He's probably in make-up unless he's had second thoughts and scarpered. you know the local chat .' Fergus's voice grew shrill. for Pete's sake? `Harry. Apart from the thin cry of a lonely curlew . Alastair. It is a bleak place. Even in the brigh sunshine of a spring day a cut ting wind slices through the silence. Thick electric cables leading from the cameras and the immense lights for med a web to trap the unwary foot. the usual emptiness was alive with the bustlin g of some thirty human beings all intent on setting up a television Outside Broa dcast.' `What?' `Well. no birds sing there.. of course!' High on the ridge known to the village of Devil's End as the Goat's Back is the strange mound that everyone calls the Dev il's Hump. Death and disaster if he opens the barrow.' . Where had t he old fool got to. not to worry. The tension in the air. `Not to worry. like the spiky heavines s of the atmosphere before a thunderstorm. One minute he was here and. Little figures darted to and fro. he's supposed to be on the air i n threeand-a-half minutes. the floor manager. `There 'll be a disaster if he doesn't get a shift on. Where's the Professor? He's up and vanished from face of the earth. the well-known Television Personalit y. But today. was nowhere more evident than in the immediate neighbourhood of Alastair Fergus.`To see that TV programme. dwarfed by the immensity of the Wiltshire sky.' Harry. moved into action with all the smoothness of the professional calmer o f nerves.

`Not quite, old son,' replied the imperturbable Harry, `we've the cavern bit to go out first.' Alastair Fergus shuddered dramatically. `Don't remind me. I'm try ing to put that dreadful place out of my mind. But right out of it!' That very m orning he had recorded the opening of the programme right inside the notorious W itches' Cavern of Devil's End. According to local legend--and who would dare sug gest the legend was a lie--this curious place, half natural, half hewn from the bedrock of England by prehistoric man, had been a centre of mystery and evil sin ce the beginning of humanity. Here pagan man performed his rites of human sacrif ice, here the druids met to conjure up their secret power, here the covens of th e seventeenth century hid from the fires of Matthew Hopkins, witch hunter; here the third Lord Aldbourne used to play at his eighteenth century parody of the mo re unspeakable rituals of black magic... Jo Grant hurried into the Duty Office o f UNIT H.Q. `Am I in time?' she gasped. Sergeant Benton didn't need to ask her w hat she meant. `He's just showing us the Witches' Cavern, Miss,' he said. `Ooh, isn't it creepy. I mean, like spooky!' she said. `I went there once. In the summ er you can actually go in. Through the vestry.' Mike Yates had followed her in, accompanied by the Doctor. `The vestry? What on earth are you talking about?' sa id Mike. `The church of course. It's built right on top of the cavern. How about that?'

`A perfect symbol, Jo,' the Doctor said shortly. `Now, be quiet, both of you. I want to listen. Look, there's the archaeological dig...' Jo pulled a rueful face at the grinning Mike and turned towards the TV screen where Alastair Fergus, al l traces of petulance quite hidden, charmingly wooed the affection of the Great British Public. `... Professor Horner and his gallant little team have cut their way into the Devil's Hump as if it were a giant pie. But now the question is, c an Professor Horner pull out his plum?' Alastair Fergus's appropriately fruity l augh was abruptly interrupted by a loud Yorkshire voice--the voice of the, yet u nseen, Professor. `Get on with it, man!' the voice said. Fergus got on with it. He talked of the previous attempts to open the Devil's Hump: from the first in 1 793, when Sir Percival Flint's miners ran back to Cornwall leaving him for dead-right through to the famous Cambridge University fiasco of 1959. Always, the De vil's Hump had remained an enigma. `But tonight, the enigma will be solved! Toni ght, at midnight, the witching hour, the viewers of the B.B.C. will have the pri vilege of being present when Professor Gilbert Horner, the noted archaeologist.. .' Again he was interrupted. The burly figure of Professor Horner lumbered into the picture. `Got round to me at last, have you? About time too! Hey, you there with the camera-- bring it over here! Come on!' And off he stumped into the hole cut into the great mound behind him, followed by the camera and the feebly expo stulating Alastair Fergus. Professor Horner was always a great favourite with a television audience: guaranteed never to stick to the script,

guaranteed to speak his mind and call a spade a spade, guaranteed to lose his te mper with fools and generally make himself unpleasant--he was of course universa lly loved. To see him disconcert the other great favourite, the oh-so-smooth Ala stair Fergus himself, was a treat rare in the annals of broadcasting. Struggling gamely to regain the initiative, Alastair stumbled down the muddy tunnel, talki ng hard. `I'm sure the viewers will be fascinated, Professor. What exactly are a re you going to...' Professor Horner reached the end of the tunnels and pointed firmly at an unappetising clod of earth. `There. That's the spot. Six inches beh ind that lies the biggest archaeological find this country has known since Sutto n Hoo.' Alastair Fergus struggled into range of the camera, muddy and irritable. `Sutton Hoo. Ah yes. Would you like to explain that reference, Professor.' `No, I wouldn't.' Alastair wouldn't give in. `Sutton Hoo was, of course, the place w here the greatest archaeological...' `Never mind about Sutton Hoo, lad. This is what your precious viewers are interested in... the Devil's Hump and what's insi de it. Right?' Back in the Duty Office, the Doctor leaned forward intensely. Ala stair Fergus rallied. `And what is inside it?' `Treasure, that's what. The tomb of a great warrior chieftain, 800 B.C.' `No, no, no...' murmured the Doctor. Jo glanced at him. His face was as desperately concerned as ever she had seen it. ` Doctor... what's wrong?' The Doctor shook his head and nodded towards the screen .

Jo turned back to watch. `And why tonight, Professor? I mean, why open the barro w this night in particular? And why at midnight?' The Professor growled. Several million viewers sat up, eager for the edged retort, the quick insult, the snap of teeth in poor Alastair's soft white hide. `I should have thought that that wo uld have been obvious to the meanest mind. Seems I was wrong.' Several million s ighs of satisfaction. `April 30th,' the Professor continued, `Beltane, isn't it? ' Alastair took a deep gulp of much-needed air. `Beltane?' `The good Lord preser ve me from overpaid incompetent nincompoops! You ought to do your homework befor e you--' Alastair Fergus's indignation was great. He dared to interrupt. `I know , Professor Horner... and you know... but perhaps some of our viewers might like to know as well. What is Beltane? Please!' For once in his lifetime the Profess or was taken aback. `Ah... yes... I see... Beltane,' he said, `greatest occult f estival of the year, bar Hallowe'en.' The Doctor jumped to his feet. `Beltane, o f course!' Jo looked at him, amazed. `But, Doctor! I thought you said you don't believe in all that.' Once again the Doctor hushed her. A deep growling roar cam e from the TV set. The Professor was laughing. `Ghosts? Witches? Demons? Of cour se I don't believe in `em, lad. It's just that my new book comes out tomorrow!' Alastair's tone was acid. `So it's what you might call a publicity stunt?'

Doctor. `His mind's being manipulated. Devil's End.' called Alastair as the Professor also emerged. love. a pro minent local resident who is very . `Come on. Miss Hawthorne had arrived.' `Whose mind?' asked Jo. `The P rofessor's mind... ouch!' He was saved from further damage by the advent of Alastair Fergus from the barrow. Beltane. There's something dreadfully wrong. Something going on. Harry. I n full view of the television cameras..' `What could be wrong?' `I don't know. `That creep of an interviewer's?' `No. good strong br ogues and pince-nez was beating Harry the floor manager about the head and body with an old green umbrella.. `It's okay. no. `And protest I shall.. Think!' His reveries were broken by Sergeant Be nton.' The Professor mumbled ominously... `I have come here to protest!' she announced grimly.' he commented. dodging a fresh onslaught. A lastair turned and spoke into the camera. `Most implausible. lad!' said Professor Horner approvingly.' Something indeed was going on.' he muttere d to himself. `Aquarius. The Doctor growled. `This is Miss Olive Hawthorne.. `Hey look. `be a good girl and buzz off. a Fury in homeweave cloak. `Now come on..' The Doctor walked over to the window and stared at the blossom on t he apple trees in the garden. come on..' he exclaimed..' replied the Doctor.`Top of the class. Miss Hawthorn e pulled her arm free and marched across to them..

' she said. Professor Horner. `Poppycock!' he exploded. Believe me.' The Professor's anger suddenly subsided. Miss Hawthorne turned on him.' Miss Hawthorne's pince-nez flashed dangerously in the cold sunli ght. `You see?' he said. `Met? I'll say we've met. but t hat's just it.much opposed to the dig. will you tell th e viewers why you are so against this excavation?' Miss Hawthorne looked straigh t into the camera. `Because.' . Without knowing it. The Professor regained his speech. Why should we believe you and how do you know?' His char ming smile froze as Miss Hawthorne turned a piercing eye on him. I believe you two have already met?' The Professor erupted.' A movement made Jo look round. `Miss Hawthorne. Alastair intervened. you see. You are a dunderhead. The daft woman's been pestering me for weeks. `I am a witch. `I've merely been trying to make you see reason. Hastily. the Doctor was nodding his head in vigorous agreement. `Because this man is tampering with forces he does not unders tand. sir!' Viewers with colour television were fascinate d to see Professor Horner turn a novel shade of purple as he struggled to find a suitable reply. I know. He grinned almost in triumph.' Once more Alastair Fergus jumped in. I was obviously wasting my time. `You will bring disaster upon yourse lf and upon the whole area if you persist!' `Balderdash!' `Death and destruction await you. `I told you she was daft. `Ah.

`I have cast the runes. of course. the Prince himself is nigh. for a most interesting. I know. `Well. Jo.. the Horned Beast. for lo. `Where to?' she asked. he strode to the door.' sai d the Professor.. We must stop that lunatic befor e it's too late. Alastair caught sight of Harry waving his arm in a circle. ` Devil's End.. `Mad as a hatter!' `The Prince?' enquired Alastair nervously.. `C ome on. Turning on his heel. And that's why you should li sten to me. A white witch. scrambling to her feet.' But Miss Hawthorne was by no means ready to `windup'. `I have consulted the talisman of Mercury. I'm a witch. urgently. giving a `wind-up' signal. it is written in the stars: when Be ltane is come. tread softly. The woman's quite right. ' All at once.' he said.' With a sense of overwhelming relief. Miss Hawthorne. the Doctor tore his eyes from the screen as if forcing himself to awaken from a hideous nightmare. ` The Prince of Evil.' she announced dramatically .' declaimed Miss Hawthorne `The Dark One.' `You see. of course...' .`I tell you. thank you very much.

some half a m ile long. latest in the long line of Bateses. Good for Miss Hawthorne! She had kept her end up well. apart from a touch of blackfl y. never notic ed you. `Hereward! Hereward!' The dog came bounding in.. Confound the creature! How did it manage to keep s o thin? Always stuffin' itself. You'd think they owned it. In the season people would come from hundreds of miles to see the Winstanley rhododendrons. Squire. he looked round fo r his favourite red setter. Feudalism died h ard in Devil's End. He tapped out his pipe and rose ponderously to his feet. gar deners to the Winstanleys since the days of good Queen Anne. Bates. eage r for his usual evening walk. and the Winstanley lawns . Soon put paid to `un. touched his hat as the Squire rolled away down the immaculate gravel of the drive. wasn't it? The drive of End House. . and the Winstanley roses and. Wretched Lond on chappies taking over the place.. `Evening. was lined by rhododendron bushes.' `Heavens above. Everything under control?' `Yessir.' Bates. turned off his television an d chuckled. though.2 The New Vicar Montmorency Vere de Vere Winstanley--Monty to his friends in the `county' and ad dressed as `Squire' by Devil's End--leaned forward. Hastily averting his eyes from his too pl ump reflection in the doors of the Chippendale glass cabinet.

eh?' `Yessir. If I could say I'd spoken to you.. How can I help?' Bates took off his hat and carefully brushed some invisible dust from its mud-caked crown. she was. sir. Squire..' The Squire puffed at his old briar for a few seconds. like. `Well you see.. what can I do about it?' `Well. sir. she says. Bates.. you see . I suppose.' `Well?' `It's her hens. Sensible fellow. she says they've been bewitched. Elsie. could mention it in passing.' `O f course. and I.`Oh. leave it to me.. `I don't understand. of course. sir.' Winstanley looked at him in some perplexity. you might have a word wit h Vicar. well.. that is.. this new chap. `Be that as it may. Asked me to speak to you.. Still.. like. sir. `The missus.. Can't see him worrying about a few f owls. I see.. Doubt it very much.. Bewitched.' The Squire turned back. `That's it.' ...' `Go on. she does carry on so. Squire.' `If you'd be so good... you see. She's worried. Bates' mahogany face was troubled. it's a lot of nonsense. `Doubt it.' The Squire grunted.. He'd listen to you.. Not like Bates to be so roundabout in his manner. like!' `Ah. obviously embarrassed... well.. sir.' Bat es shuffled slightly. Haven't laid a single egg for nigh on a fortnight.. we was thinking. you see.

Still. no. Swooping through the spinney at the corner of Longbottom farm and out into Shady Lane.... . for Heaven's sake! A lways happening. Down the stee p track leading from the Goat's Back flew a strange figure.Bates replaced his ancient hat and vanished into the shrubbery..And the rotund figure of the Squir e of Devil's End progressed in stately fashion down the hill to the village. a lot of nonsense. If she thought they were bewitched. no. probably. no. the gun-dog at his heel. Hens not laying. and uttering occasional weird cries such as `Ha!' or `Fool. cloak fluttering beh ind like the wings of a giant moth. `He won't forget little Olive Hawthorne in a hurry... Must have a word with the hunt.. Like those ridiculous rumours put about by Miss Hawthorne after poor old Josh dropped dead in the churchyard. Els ie Bates was no fool. But his heart wasn't in it. fool!' Miss Hawthorne on her bicycle. ' . lifting a respec tful forefinger to Squire Winstanley's retreating back. `Hereward! Heel. Fox about. sir!' T he Squire automatically fell into his accustomed routine as he stepped through h is front gate. she narrowly avoided the Ransomes' ginger cat and never even noticed--this being most odd as Marmalade was a personal friend--so exhilarated was she still by her righteous a nger at that idiot Horner. starting to pedal as the road turned itself upside down and she faced the long pull up Box Hill. but I told him!' she thought to herself. fool. `My giddy godfathers.. Nobody could have guessed that his heart had been gripped by a sudden fear that had almost stopped the breath in his throat.

`Hang on. as usual? Or was it his duty to seek out the Vicar and drop the p romised word in his ear? The bar of `The Cloven Hoof' was certainly very temptin g. as his master stopped at the edge of the village green. the curse whose origin was lost in the morning of time. As she reached the top of the rise and started to coast downhil l past the high stone walls of the Winstanley grounds. `Better decide what you're going to do. his tongue lolling . Resisting the temptation to escape into the cool haven b ehind the lilac front door. . old son. Devil's End still faced the ancient curse. Ludicrous name for a public house. s he walked out into the roadway again and turned firmly towards the Vicarage. Slowing down and jumping off with a hop-hop-hop-. There was a shot or two in the locker yet. the terrible curse which every child in the villa ge could repeat and no adult would dare. Hereward sat down.' Straight acro ss to the pub. Ha! He needn't think he'd won. Sur prised at the change in the usual pattern.Slower and slower went the bicycle as Miss Hawthome's spirit slowly sank back to earth.' sa id the Squire to himself.sh e really must get those brakes fixed--she arrived at her own front gate. there to slake her dusty thirst with camomile tea. Miss Hawthorne's face bec ame grim and determined. by Jove. just cashing in on the superstitions of th e locals and the the curiosity of the trippers who crowded the village in the su mmer. What good had she done after all? He was still going ahead. wheeled her faithful steed into the front garden and leant it against the ivy-clad wall of her little cottage.

`Have to show my face. what with those interminable Morris dancers and all that tripping around the Maypole. that's wha t they say. Mayday tomorrow! Good Lord. but still.. . strange that he didn't say goodbye to anyone.greatest occult festival of the year. `Just one. of course. Must have been over doing it.' he said to himself.. Only happens once a year a fter all. If only dear Canon Sm allwood were still here. then on to the Vicar. seemed only yesterday since last year's shenanigans. With the puzzled Hereward at his heel.Better see the Vicar first. Only fair to old Bates.. Medicinal purposes.' With an effort.' And in he went. Unfortunately. but a fearful bore. No doubt he couldn't face it. whom she had yet to mee t. She was too busy rehea rsing to herself the best way to approach the new Vicar. he set off acro ss the green. . the same cold fear gripped him once again and he stopped dead... `Noblesse oblige and all that tosh.. but now he made straight for the welcome of the bar door. white terror behind his eyes. Pandering to Elsie's nonsens e of course.. I suppose. when he left. as he remembered Professor Horner's words `. Good thing tradi tion.. isn't it? Can't think what's the matter with me. he was something of an unknown quantity. trying not to notice the shaking of his hands or th e cold sweat on his brow.. Hawthorne didn't notice the door of `The Cloven Hoof' closing behind the Squire as she came out onto the green. bar Hallowe'en.' Suddenly. past the painted Maypole standing in the middle. he pull ed himself together and set off again.

' And off she stalked. You'll see. Very good you were. I'll get my chance tonight.' he said.' . `Ha!' she exclaimed. a hurricane... An impossible wind. I charge thee. Told them. didn't you?' Miss Hawthorne's indignation was at once rekindled. past the corner by the old smithy with its too bright poster announcing the availability of teas for tourists. all ye powe rs of adversity.. was desperately continuing with her incantation. Police Constable Groom was behaving in a ve ry strange way. she started t o push it open. Putting her hand on the gate. Constabl e. a typhoon--all in the space of a thirty-yard circle. As M iss Hawthorne approached the churchyard gate. She. Miss Hawthorne rallied at once. almost as if this were a signal. `Saw you on the telly before I the came out. he picked up a large stone and started to move forward with the apparent intention of bashing in Miss Hawthorn e's skull. leaving the Con stable smiling tolerantly after her.Must have been a terrible wrench to have to retire after all those years. Miss Hawthorne. that's what I thoug ht. she raised her arms on high. a sudden fierce wi nd sprang up.' she cried. `Avaunt. her hair and her cloak blowing every which way.. ` In the name of the Great Mother. Least. his beaming face shining even redder than usual in the light of the setting sun. `They chopped me! Cut me off! But don't you worry. and began to chant an Exorcism. all ye elementals! Avaunt.' In the meantime. Moving as if he were in a trance. Immediately. a gale. be at peace in thy sleeping. ` `Evening... Pol ice Constable Groom appeared. `be still and return to thy resting. Leaning into the bla st. all unawares.

`Mr.' he thought.' Miss H awthorne nodded wisely. her wor ds seemed to take effect.' he said. `Mr. Get him to have a chat with Elsie Bates. I think so. Her eyes were dista nt. The evening air was still once more.Police Constable Groom lifted the stone above his head. `What do you want?' he asked ag gressively.. for the wind dropped as suddenly as it had sprung up. It will pass. Oli ve Hawthorne looked at him: looked past him and through him. `all of us. now.. Not at all. `I'm okay. Mr. Groom. I just felt a bit faint for the moment. `We must be on our guard. `and then I'll g o off and have a natter with the Vicar.' All his fears were now forgotten. `I'm not at all surprised.' Groom essayed a weak smile. It will pass. as if she were seeing such things as cannot be spoken--things not of this wo rld. Groom! Are you all right?' The Constable rubbed his forehead. The stone dropped from Groom's hand and he swayed on his feet. For ever.. `Just this one. . at this very moment. In the bar Montmorency Winstanley downed his second Scotch and gratefu lly accepted the offer of a third.' she said. `I. Groom!' exclaimed Miss Hawthorne as she turned and saw the pallor of his face.. between the rows of gravestones and disappeared round a buttress of th e church. a moment later Miss Ha wthorne's worries would be over. However. Soon set her right. as if from nowhere.... Miss Hawthorne came roun d the back of the church and was making for the Rectory gate when a sour-faced m an appeared in front of her.' She turned and walked up the path..

I've got work to do. you can't. the weapon which had r outed Harry that afternoon. do you hear?' Saying this. Kindly let me pass. `In the middle of the night? And where i s he now? Why hasn't he been in touch with anyone? Tell me that.' `And I tell you a gain. I wish to see Mr. w hat do you want?' `If you must know. `I wish to see Mr. Magister then?' `I meant Canon Smallwood.' she answered acidly. was very angry indeed.Miss Hawthorne.' `Nothing mysterious about it. she raised her old umbrella. He said so.' she said. `What do you want to see him about?' `I'm hardly likely to discuss my affairs with the verger. `Get out of my way. Let me pass .' he said.' Miss Hawth orne stood her ground.' Garvin smiled.' `Then he can say so himself.' `Not him! The real Vicar!' Garvin laughed. that's all. Magister. Miss Hawthorne shook with anger. Magister doesn't want to be disturbed.' . who left in such mysterious circumstan ces. our old Vicar. Garvin eyed it uncertainly. `What'd you call Mr. Ma gister. `Well. `Mr. `How dare you jump out at me like that. Garvin' she said. `I repeat. jolted rudely from her reverie. `I've got no time to listen to your nonsense. `You're wasting your tim e. Taken ill and had to retire.' `I said.' Garvin grunted . `You wouldn't dare behave like this if the Vica r were here.' Mi ss Hawthorne was regaining her control.' She made to continue on her way but Garvin stepped into her path again. He doesn't want to be disturbed.

Miss Hawthorne swung round. Magister was all apology. `Ah. . the neat black beard had streaks of pure white in it. At once the Reverend Mr. Taking her by the arm he led her out of the churchyard and up the path of the Rectory garden. talking. And yet. in a ceaseless flow of smooth platitude. `Go od evening. Miss Hawthorne. an ei ght-year-old surprised in some naughtiness. This was no time for day-dream ing. face was curiously ageless.. talking.Miss Hawthorne flourished the brolly.. His handsome. isn't it? What a very real pleasure to meet at last. `I have to see you most urgently. mo mentarily quite discomfited. intrigued and fascinated. only to have her interjections swept away downstre am and lost in the swirls and eddies of the Vicar's expert small talk. Magister.' Slim and dapper in his dark suit of clerical grey. yet firm voice at once dominated the situation. those eyes seemed to her to become deep pools of unfathomable knowledge. but these seemed merel y to offset and emphasise the smooth skin and youthful eyes.' The curiously gentle . `If you don't stand aside. Mr. Garvin. as if she were abruptly thirty years younger. I shall be forced to use violence!' `Violence won't be necessary. Good evening. ' Olive Hawthorne pulled herself firmly together. talking. nor indeed for social niceties. as Miss Ha wthorne gazed. but this uncouth fellow of yours refuses to let me past him!' she complained. the knowledge of a thousand years or more. the new Vicar was a striking figure. Tr ue. Again and again. yet almost Mephistophelean. Miss Hawthorne tried to halt the torrent of words.

But really.. Magi ster? A man assuming such a responsibility as yours. clasping his hands together as if about to say a quick prayer.At length Miss Hawthorne found herself sitting uneasily on the edge of one of th e worn leather armchairs in the Vicarage sitting-room.' The Vicar held up a hand. Heaven and Hell--you in your way and I in mine.. How could I not? This area is plagued by them. to combat the disease... `I c an see that you are most upset... Magister seemed genuinely taken aback. not to spread it by giving cre dence to such irrational notions.' The Vicar sat down opposite her and lea ned forward.' . and indeed my duty. a cup of tea. Mr.. must surely be aware of. `I always feel that a good cup of tea can go a long way to solving most of life's little p roblems. `Stop treati ng me as if I were a village ignoramus! We deal in the real things you and I--li fe and death. The forces of evil are abroad tonight. we must prepare our defences. Miss Hawthorne! The forces of evil? What can you mean?' `Haven't you heard of the Curse of the Devil's End. Of course I've heard talk of these--forgive me--foolish superstition s. we m ust gird ourselves against the Enemy. `Stop it!' she cri ed. `I beg your pardon?' Mr. `One moment. But I consider it my responsib ility. `. perhaps?' he was saying.' he said. We must be up and doing. with the Vicar hovering s olicitously at her elbow..' Suddenly Miss Hawthorne could stand it no longer. `Perhaps I should make my posi tion clear.

`Help me to stop that f oolhardy man. of co urse. stop whom? From doing what? I don't understand. Vicar. she needed his help and needed it badly. He must not enter the tomb. Even allowing for your.Miss Hawthorne swallowed hard. She sto pped and reluctantly turned to face him.' Miss Hawthorne could stand it no longer.. `Well?' Mr. Magister smiled placatingly. `The modern view would tend to see the personality as.' `Professor Horner. of course. her cloak swirling around her. She must not let herself become angry again.' The Vicar looked bewildered. Your battle royal with the worthy Professor. ah. . `Miss Hawthorne! One moment!' Ev en in her rage...' Mr. why are you so against this very ordinary archaeological excavati on?' With a great effort Miss Hawthorne held her temper. `I beg you to help me.ideas.. Magister's face cleared. `I tell you. But you know. He looked deep into Miss . No m atter how misguided this man might be. I'm afraid. Mr. you are a blockhead! I can see that I am wasting my time here!' And she sw ept to the door. `your somewhat quaint--dare I say ecce ntric-. `The modern view! Sir..' she said intently.. Have you no concern for the souls in your care?' `The " soul" as such. M iss Hawthorne. tonight of all nights!' Mr. Rising to h er feet she looked down on the Vicar with the utmost contempt. is a very dated idea' he answered. I still find it difficult to understand. Magister moved with the smo oth elegance of a cat across the threadbare carpet. Olive Hawthorne responded to the authority in his voice. `Of course. Stupid of me.. `Er. we' re all in mortal danger. Magister.

. Magister's face was livid with fru stration and thwarted rage. so dark...Hawthorne's troubled eyes. But I'm sure you're worrying yourself unduly.. Miss Hawth orne was on the point of going out of sight.. You are a fool! If you won't help me to prevent the barrow from being opened tonight. midnight blue. `Why should I believe you?' she gasped. surely not gold? `You mu st believe me.' she heard herself murmur--an d came to herself with a shock of anger...' Once more. The Vicar took a deep shuddering breath and followed . He looked out of the window. This seemed a very reasonable and desi rable proposition... At on ce the verger was in the room. Mr. Miss Hawthorne found herself caught by his eyes. Magister's face twisted. this man with the eyes of such incredible blue. her voice trembling. The Vicar raised his hand and pointed. a blue so dark. A mome nt later came the slam of the front door. Everything will be all right. you must believe me. I must believe you. the irises. `Garvin!' he shouted.. nodded and slipped n oiselessly from the room. so brown as almo st to be black and yet flecked with lighter tones of. I must find someone who will!' She turned and left. sir. `You're very distressed. Under his breath h e swore in some alien tongue. You must believe me.' the soft voice went on. Miss Hawthorne was lett ing herself into the churchyard. `A "modern" man are you? A rational man? I'll tell you wha t you are. Of course she must believe this most excellent man. Garvin smiled.. The extraordinary large pupils. but were n't they brown just now? `I.. I can see that. Mr. He turned to the door.

' A weaselly little man with smudges of oil on his face. And Mr.' `Maybe you're right. he is!' As the bar exploded with laughter onc e more.' and he unlocked the l id of a large carved-oak chest in the corner of the vestry. like the ribs of a dead squirrel. Bert Walker. Bert. Tom Wilkins. `Right. Squire wiped the tears of mirth from his eyes. My bread-and-butter. sir. Leave all that to the addlepated tourists . `when the hens start giving milk and the cows a-laying eggs. that' s when I'll believe all this nonsense. if they open up the Hump and Old Nick walks out. Squire Winstanley was roaring with laughter. `You'll sing a different song tonight. really was a wag! He was keeping the whole bar in fits.. Her thin. Magist er stood back and watched with a smile of satisfaction as Miss Hawthorne was lai d gently in the chest onto a fresh white bed of newly-ironed surplices. `In here. I'll tell you.. . g rinning.' he went on as he put a replenished glass in front o f the Squire. His intention of visiting the Vicar had quite gone from his head. I'll offer him my best room. the landlo rd of `The Cloven Hoof'.' said the Vicar. though. If the Old `un does come along.' Bert replied. The verger picked he r up. wiry body was surprisingly light. across the churchyard and around the north-east corner of the church. He could feel her bones throug h the loose weave of her cloak. Garvin finished tying the unconscious M iss Hawthorne's hands. looked up from his gam e of dominoes. `Tell you what.him out of the house. `Well.

into the cavern beneath the church. Step by step he descended to the cavern. caught the unspoken terror from her frantic mother. its groans ech oing round the high vaulted ceiling of the vestry. Flashing a light to find the handle of the d oor. All over the village shutters were being fastene d and doors. Nervou sly crossing the darkness to the far side of the room. At the bottom he paused. Seeking the sanctuary of the church wall.3 The Opening of the Barrow It was twilight in Devil's End. it paused momentarily as if to make sure it was unobserved and then vanished through the vestry door. Cautiously. which led to the steps down. then dusk again and the clank of bolts to seal the silenc e--a silence more intense for the distant howling of a hound. front and back. he opened the heavy door. awakening from a senile day-dream. A brief flash of light as sh e opened to his voice. he revealed a bony unsatisfied face--the face of Wilkins. Across the churchyard f litted a shadow a little more dense than the shadows of the gravestones in the m oonlight. A foolish old man. the player of dom inoes in `The Cloven Hoof'. boy?' . hammered on his daughter's door. stared into the improbable blackness and hi ssed. `You there. bolted against the perils of the night. hustled indoors. and earned herself a smack by wailing a protest. A solitary child. the figure halted by the low oaken door with the heavy wrought-iron hinges. baying the pock-ma rked face of the full moon rising above the Goat's Back.

`Yes. then?' he went on.. hadn't we?' Taking o ut a box of matches. `Why. `Better get on with it. `What is it now?' `Over there. switch ing on his flashlight and turning it to find his nephew's face.A tremulous whisper came back at once `Is that you. my beauty'. Uncle?' `And who the blazes would it be. That right?' Reluctantly. moving with the slowness of an imperfectly learned ritual. I thought I saw it move..' the boy breathed. that'll be enough of your fancy. s ome. and cross ed to the nearest wall where a seven-branched candlestick stood ready in a niche . ain't you. His uncle. handed one of them to the boy.. it's only old Bok!' he laughed in r elief. `I was scared. the bo y started to light the hundreds of candles which were all round the cave.' `Nothing to be scared of. crossing to the boy. `I thought.. `Bok's our friend. the boy let out a low shudderi ng moan of fear. well. now. wo n't it young Stan? We've come here to do a job. something. you great fool?' said the man in slightly more normal tones.' said Wilkins. 'Why didn't you light the candles .. I thought you'd never c ome..' Wilkins turned on his torch once more and approached the va gue white shape the boy had indicated. and he affectionately patted on the head the hideous gargoyle-like figure which squatted balefully on its stone pedestal against the far wall. more .. suppressing the memory of his fea rful scuttle across the churchyard.' The boy' s voice was still a-quiver. hovering like a death's-head ghost in the gloom of the cavern.. he lit two tapers. As he lit the first of the seven black candles. `Someone.

a large slab of marbl e let into the floor was carved and painted with an ancient Cabbalistic Seal of Magic. hurried from alcove to alcove. His eye lighted on the marks on the S tone of Sacrifice.. of anticipation. `Let's get out of here. impatiently urging each wic k to take light. On its smooth upper surface were several dark stains.' `I'll be wishing I hadn't suggested you to join us.' he said to himself and went. leaving the Cavern once more silent and still . A shiver ran down his spine. or a shiver of fear.' his uncle snapped. `Why it's. some dati ng back to Roman times. `All rig ht.' Stan gratefully slipped away.. Near the gargoyle figure. he could not tell. `I need a dr ink. But don't be late for the ceremony tonight. but whether it was a shiver of e xcitement. the Cavern came alive in all its stran ge beauty.. contemplating its own evil beauty. The candles were all alight and Tom Wi lkins stood by the steps and surveyed the result.. literally thrust into the darkness of the undergrou nd by the light of Christianity. it's beautiful. lo ng whispered to be the stains of blood. `I don't like it. Flickering shadows animated the carvings on the rock walls. but all depicting the secret ceremonie s of the old witch religion. some more recent. rough hewn into the shape of an altar. Uncle.' whispered Stan. while in the very centre of the floor stood a large rock. . As the flames took hold.adept with his taper.' he murmured. get along home. Wilkins took one last look.

love. sir?' `In a way. No problems.. doing The Times crossword. we'd entered together. `Everything in order . `Yes sir. sir. Sergeant. that's all.. Mavis?' Sergeant Benton carefully replaced the telephone on its cradle. I'm off to this wretched dinner. `She's been sewing those blooming sequins on her dress for over three month s. sir?' . .' The door opened and Be nton leaped to his feet. `What championships are those?' `Ballroom dancing.`I told you... A bore. The thought of the burly sergeant in white tie and tails doing an intricate twinkle-toe quickstep was nearly too much for him.' `Good food though. He looked up glu mly at Captain Yates who was sitting in the corner of the UNIT Duty Office with his feet on the desk. strolling in immaculate in full regimental Highland Dress. is it. just because.' `Right then. I can't--I'm on duty.' said Sergeant Bento n. Mavis and me. well. All the old codgers crawling back out of the woodwork and filling their bellies at the regim ent's expense. any other night.' Yates hastily tur ned his attention back to the puzzle. `At ease. I know that. four hundred and seventy-two of them.. `Tonight's the knockout for the Southern Area Cha mpionship. Captain Yates?' Yates was also standing. Sergeant Feather had a sudden attack of... Three thousand.' said Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart. `Rung off.' Mike Yates looked up from his p aper. `Girl trouble?' asked Mike.' `Reunion.

Mike and Sergeant Benton are all cosy and warm in the Du ty Office. `The wives expect it. shrinking into her anorak for protection against the drizzle. `It'll stop in a minute. and h ere we are. sir. `We'll be coming to a cross roads soon and that's the turn to the village. Jo switc hed on a minute torch and peered at the swaying map..`Mm.' replied the Brigadier. sir?' grumbled Benton. Doctor and Miss Grant swanning down to the country. Bessie was definitely a fair we ather car. I should slow down a bit. Regiment rather prides itself on setting a good table. Well. if I we re you. you know where to reach me if anything crops up.' rejoined the Doctor skilfully zig-zagging through a series of double bends at a speed which would have put any ordinary car into the ditch..' replied the Doctor.' The Brigadier turned and left. Probbly having a cup of coffee--and a sandwich.' The Doctor ignored t he hint. `We should be nea rly there. `Just think. `It's only a shower.' Jo huddled gloomily down into her seat.' Can't we have the hood up?' asked Jo Giant.' she went on.. The unaccustomed aroma of an expensive after-shave lotion ling ered in the air. Mike Yates picked up his paper and sighed. `Heaven help us. isn't it. `The Brigadier tripping the light fantastic wi th the Colonel's lady. `I never thought it would take so long. Doctor.' .' `Dancing. stuck with the telly and a plate of corned beef sandwiches. I suppo se. `All right for some. yes.' said Benton..

no. and slowly turned. was pacing up and down the springy turf outside the entrance to the barrow rehearsing his opening remarks in a low and agitated mut ter. until its lone finger was pointing in diametrical ly the opposite direction. at the Devil's Hump. Some little way .. No. pointing dumbly to the right. no. almost as if it had begun to come alive.' `You probably had the map upside down. Looks on the map as if to go to the right. `Cheek. `Devil's End' it announced. the wind died. About half a mile ahead lay the crossroads . `To the left.. Groom's placid mind. swinging the wheel and shoo ting the car up the side road. systematically chewing the nail of his left midd le finger down to the quick..' cried Jo.. `There it is.`No time to be lost.. and inwardly congratulating herse lf for having put on her safety-belt. The sound of the Doctor's approach disturbed the tranquillity of the twilight.' he retorted. too. The Doctor abruptly slowed do wn. It was almost as odd in its effect. `Here. Its purpose apparently achieved. just as Bessie came into view. the stage is set.' Alastair Fergus. the tension is intense.C. here at the di g. Suddenly there was a fierce gust of wind. a wind a s uncanny as the one which had assaulted P. no..' said Jo and disappeared inside her anora k hood. That's funny.' said the Doctor. The signpost shivered. as Bessie hurtled round another bend in the r oad. sou nds dreadful. On a grassy island in the middle stood a signpost. with Jo hanging on for all she was worth. Can't say "the tension is intense". no.

! Huh! Sounds like a circus. Professor Horner watched him cynically while noisily sipping tea from a la rge enamel mug.' Professor Horner looked up from his mug. well accustomed to the varied symptoms of preperformance nerves. Alastair was exasperated. for Pete's sake? Of all the stupid quest ions.' Harry. Professor? Won't be long now.' `Oh aye. the chat bit. I tell you.. doing the rounds.. `Good evening.' growled the Pro fessor.' `I'll do my best.' he said. then?' he asked briskly. And then comes the big moment. here we are again.' replied Harry. Momento us ocassion and all. keep her out of my hair.' Harry. Fergus grunted and wandered off into the night. grinned amiably. the l ights and the hundred and one other things that had to be ready. lad. `Any sign of that fool woman?' `Not so far. `Everything ok ay. I only asked. .' `Well.away. `Of cou rse I am! Why shouldn't I be all right..' `Spiel?' `You know. checking on the cameras.. you'v e got everything straight? We start with the intro from Alastair. feverishly muttering to himself. `You all right. `Now... ladies and gentlemen... arrived at Alas tair. `Well. then I'll give you a cue to launch into your spiel. I'll do her a mischief. Harry moved on.

' Bessie ground to a sticky halt..' The Professor smiled maliciously. at least it's stopped raining. was `Hun dred to one . what if something does happen?' `Like?' `Lik e a personal appearance of you know who. on Number One Camera. `I'll do my best to be absolutely super. Have a look at that map. `We appear to be stuck in the mud. Get your chatty friend over there to interview him. lad. Oops!' said Jo as the car went over a particularly deep pot-hole. We're apparently in the middle of one. `Use your initiative. Ted. `This can't be right. Professor.' `And maybe I didn't hav e the map upside down.`If you could manage to break into the burial chamber just as the first stroke o f midnight sounds on the church clock. and see if you can see a ploughed field. c hanging gear yet again. perhap s half-seriously. `Maybe the sign was wrong. `Look..' Bess ie's speed was now considerably less. that would be absolutely super. `At a glance.' The Prof essor regarded Harry for a moment from under his heavy eyelids. Jo.' responded the Doctor.' Harry laughed and said. `You saw the sign. `Righto. Oh well.' said the Doctor. `What now?' groaned Jo.' h e said. lad.!' The camera crew were quietly hying bets on the the evening. The road had quickly become a lane and by now was little more than a cart track.

What shall we see when the curt ain rises?' The momentous broadcast had begun. where A lastair Fergus could be seen.' he said. a charming smile glazed onto his face. QU-I-ET!' A moment of dead silence. At that moment a diversion was provided. though everyone knew that old Percy Groom was s afely out of harm's way up the Goat's Back. watching from the corner of his eye. followed by a girl. `Stand by. The door crashed open and in came a tall man with a shoc k of nearwhite hair and a cloak. watching the TV programme. Alastair Fergus licked his lips. `i t's long after time. `On the Studio announcement now. Tom Wilkins was feeling a lot bet ter with a couple of pints inside him. an exit now might be a bit obvious with the bar so quiet. a licence was a licence. and smoothed his eyebrows into a yet more perfect shape. He glanced at his watch. `Here.' said the Doctor. The stage is set. and this wa s a stranger.' He ra ised his hand. Trouble was.. waiting for his cue to start the programme. the excitement is intense. at the Devil's Hu mp. `Sorry. Already he was cutting it a bit fine. Better get down there. `Will you p lease direct us to the Devil's Hump?' .' went on Harry. Alastair glanced at his reflection the camera lens. Suddenly a shout from Harry: `Right. The hand dropped and he slid smoothly into action. looking up into his viewfinder. a foreigner. listening hard to the inst ructions coming through his earphones.on nothing being there at all.' said Bert. `We don't want a drink. quiet plea se! Lots of lovely hush. licked a finger. sir.' After all..

hastily stepp ed in. `You one of these television ch aps. `You can see it on the telly.' replied the Doctor. `Oh.' Jo. then?' `There's no time for all these q uestions.' The statement was met by a general groan of disbelief.' reto rted the Doctor.. well. . All be the same in a hundred years.. . it will be no such thing. and the wig. `I am no sort of "chap". `Now.' explained Jo.' said Bert. then?' he asked.' said Bert placidly. leaning on the bar as if ready to listen all night. y'know. `No need to go all the way up there..' snapped the Doctor. Wilk ins turned on his heel and walked out of the bar. It was Squire Winstanley.' said Ber t..' and he gestured to the set on the bar. very well. sir.`Where the dig is.. sir. becoming more and more irritat ed.. A round figure detached itself from the group around the bar and swayed over to the Doctor and Jo. where A lastair could be seen in full flow telling yet again the history of the Devil's Hump.. sir.!' But in her turn she was interrupted by Tom Wilkins. I simply want to know the way. `Always in a hurry you townsfolk . `Oh.. `It's extremely urgent.. Doctor. Fo rgive me.' said the Doctor.' the Squire answered. `I thought that. `I can assure yo u. `I intend to stop that maniac Professor before he brings devast ation upon you all. the costume.' `All the time in the world. seeing that the Doctor was about to explode. `Wh at do you want to go up to the Hump for.

' As Wilkins hurried across the vestry and disappeared through the door leading to the Cavern.' `Come on. `Is nobody here capable of answering a simple enquiry?' he said. the Vicar opened a cupboard and took out a robe. Mr. `Extraordinary fellow. Would you mind repeating that.' `Hurry now and prepare.The Doctor was by now very angry indeed. `Please can someone tell us the way? Please?' Winstanley beame d at her. `Of course.I thought I ought to tell you. I don 't think. Do you know him then?' The Vicar smiled . my dear. Thank you.' said the Doctor urgently. Can't miss it. `What on earth's the matter with you all?' J o again spoke up. Ma gister. We start the ceremony in only a few minutes. `I believe I have made his acquaintance...' `Oh. that's what the girl called him.' said the Squire turning back to the interminable Ala stair Fergus. and swept her out of the b ar. But . yes. thickly embroidered in gold with curious . Wilkins. But this was no High Church vestment: bright scarlet. of heavy silk. over Box Hil l. why aren't you ready?' `Well. a robe o f such magnificence that it would have made the congregation of Devil's End winc e. past the church. Turn right outside.. Said he was goin g to stop the dig. `And did he by any chance call himself "the Doctor"?' `Yes. Jo. fiercely. You have done well.. turn into Shady Lane about a half mile on and straight up the rise onto the G oat's Back.

he thou ght. As they caught sight of him. Mr. Magister walked through the cavern door and stood at the top o f the steps. grouped in a circle around the Stone of Sacrifice. Fenton. of the secret arts. Wilkins and his quaking nephew. the robe spoke of decadence. Ashby who kept the General Store. the caretaker from the village sc hool. . and so on and so on.esoteric signs. Garvin was there. The Vicar surveyed them. were twel ve figures in hooded black gowns. A poor lot. `Io Evohe' they chanted in unison. of evil. they raised their voices. Donnin g it quickly. There.

his scarlet robe aflying and approached the Stone of Sacrifice on which were now seven black candles. Taking some incense from one of the hooded figures.Grouped around the Stone of Sacrifice were twelve figures in hooded black gowns. He swept down the stairs. There was a flash. a chalice and a thurible covere d with runic signs. and a . the vica r threw it into the thurible.

having been kept waiting in a cramped and a wkward position at the end of the tunnel. Professor Horner. obviously set in place in the long distant past. I conjure thee! Be present here at my command And truly do my will! EVA. `As my w ill. was in no mood to play games when. You wa nt to see for yourself.' . so mote it be.. GALDINA!' Young Stan Wilkins. EGABALA! GAD. GADOAL. `Nema. Mr. as smoke drifted across the Cavern... Magister raised his arms high and spoke the words of conjuration: `Hearken to my voice. `Oh.' His rich powerful voice filled the cave. stared up at the triumphant face of the great figure in the scarlet robe of si lk and trembled. Alastair Fergus stopped talking and Harry waved a cueing hand at him. at last..' responded the group. Well. oh Dark One.sweet cloying scent filled the air. supreme in artifice.' His trowel chinked on something hard. Ancient and awful. my turn at last is it. to reveal some large stones. young man. `Let's face it. A stone wa ll. you've had enough blether from t'other fellow. EVARA. I'll tell you what you're going to see.' he growled at Harry and turned to speak to t he camera. Bear er of power. pale and sweaty . `What did I tell you? I'm not so daft. The professor began to scrape away th e earth.

All showmanship forgotten. I think. There was no need now to ask where the dig was . shouti ng. The car shuddered to a halt. as the chanting grew louder and louder. By the power of air..and the tru cks and the cameras made a barrier impossible to get through.' Bessie seemed to leap forward as the Doctor. the Professor of Archaeology started to dear the edge s of the largest stone as gently and as lovingly as a craftsman of old working o n his masterpiece. the mighty figure i n scarlet raised the smoking incense high in the air. the Doctor jumped out and ran at top speed towards the barrow. ARISE. `About two minutes to midnight. I conjure thee and charge thee: ARISE. And the waters of the deep. The enormous lamps lit the Devil's Hump as if it were a film set-. The Doctor's old car came racketing and bumping up the steep track at an impossible speed.. Jo struggled to focus her eyes on her wristwatch. abandoning all caution. In the Cavern. . By the power of fire eternal. put his foot hard down. `Stop him! You must stop him!' And as he ran the church clock started to chi me. 'What's the time?' he shouted above the din of the engine. AT MY COMMAND. and cried in a kind of ecs tasy: 'By the power of earth.

the wind suddenly stopp ed: the noise died away and all was still. Outside the barrow. tumbling them over and over like leaves in a gale. the stone came out like a decayed tooth from its socket. just as the clock finished its preliminary chimes. he gripped the largest stone.AZAL. But all in vain. An unearthly screaming filled the air and the e arth itself began to shake. and as the first stroke of t welve echoed across the valley. `Doctor! Doctor! ' she sobbed. t he hand with his beloved silver Roman ring. quite oblivious of his audience and of the commotion behind him in the tunnel. was his hand. Jo fought her way against the freezing wind towards the barrow. All that could be seen of him. But the Doctor could not reply. foiling every attempt to stop him. From th e hole came a blast of icy wind. the Professor finished clearing the wall. emerging from a great pile of earth and rubble. By sheer speed the Doctor had made his way past Harry and the cameras. As Alastair Fergus and the technicians str uggled to protect themselves from the terrible sound and the falling equipment. As she reached the entrance to the tunnel. for as he arrived at the end of the tunnel. are you all right?' she desperately called out as she stumbled down the tunnel. `Doctor. the silence broken only by the low mo aning of an injured man. and gave it a great wrench. AZAL!' More by luck than design. the sudden high wind and the qua king of the ground threw monster lights and cameras to the ground. .

Suddenly. appalled. the sound cut in: `Doctor! Doctor!' `It's Jo!' Mike said.' said Benton.' said Sergeant Benton. At that moment. There was somebo dy--a girl was it?--scrabbling feverishly in a big pile of earth. `unless of course the Doctor managed to stop it.B.' Mike Yates yawned hugely and idly looked at his watch. The familiar B. `Hey. `Thirteen nil!' grumbled Mike. `Lucky it wasn't a hundred and thirteen nil. the usual crop of UFO sightings just after closing time.' He pressed the butto n. The picture which swam into view appeared to be upside down. a report of little green men in Tooting ('Wh y are they always green?' said Benton.4 The Appearance of the Beast It had been a very dull evening at UNIT Headquarters: a rumour from Hampshire of a monster which turned out to be a Jersey cow on a spree. `Useless lot. We've missed the dig !' `Might just get the end of it. 3 emblem came up and a smooth voice c almed the worried millions with well-bred aplomb.C. lazily wandering over to change channels. the screen went blank. `We seem to have lost . it's just gone twelve. `These hoaxers haven't got any imaginatio n!') In fact the only item of any interest was the TV report of the Rugby Intern ational at Twickenham--England v Wales. Captain Yates and the Sergeant spent a j olly hour watching the cream of English manhood being beaten into the ground by their Celtic cousins.

sir. Harry looked up. Professor Horner and Ted the cameraman lay in a neat row on the grass. while Mike Yates learned that he had just missed the Brigadier who had `gone on somewhere' at the end of his regimental `do'.contact with the barrow at Devil's End. resume the programme as soon as we can. sure. and find out what's going on down there.' said the Sergeant. to those act ually in charge of the broadcast from the Devil's Hump. `I mean we might get news at any moment.C. His eye lighted on Alastair Fergus. `Benton. `and in the meantime.B. get onto the B.' `There must be a doctor in the village. In the meantime. I'll t ry to raise the Brigadier.' he said. Alastair! Can you d rive a truck?' Alastair took in the scene at a glance.' Harry looked at the turmoil around them. . We shall of course.' `Oh yes. He forced himself to spea k calmly. `he's gone too. face it. `Hey.' Mike snapped into acti on. `It's no good.B. or somewhere. with Benton trying to get past the bland public face of the B. `I've a damn good mind t o go down there and find out for myself!' `The Brigadier'd go spare. he can't be! We must get a doctor.C. here is some music.' Mike burst out.' replied Mike. `No! No.' `Look. love.' Jo was frantic . who seemed to be the o nly one of the whole unit without an urgent job to do.' The next few minutes were spent in a chaos of words. `I'll try anything once.' he said. `This is stupid. They've had it. stiff and cold. what's happening to Jo and the Doctor?' The Doctor.

only to recover completely after a few hours' rest. Jo clung desperately to the memo ry of another time when the Doctor had lain apparently lifeless.' he said. knowing that the Doctor had for once failed an d maybe had paid for his failure with his life. Alastair Fergus's track was merely the first of a convoy of vehicles carrying the injured and the shocked d own to the village. blinded by silent tears. `He's very nearly a solid block of ice.' Jo tur ned away. As it happened. Soon the long bar in `The Cloven Hoof' looked like a casualt y ward. there. They're the same.' said Winstanley. `But you haven't even examined the Doctor. didn't I? That makes three of them. with Doctor Reeves in his shirt sleeves trying to be in a dozen differen t places at once.' cried Jo. `There. `No need. you know. I'm afraid. looked down at the lifeles s form of the Professor. . `Poor chap was suffocated. `It's impossible.' `Frozen? But that's impossible.The journey from the Goat's Back down to Deed's End was always to remain one of Jo's nightmares. `Frozen to death. I suppose. Winstanley. my dear.' He gestured to Ted and the Doctor. Bouncing about in the front of a three-tonner driven by a man w ho had never driven anything larger than a sports car. `Can't perform miracles. tryin g to hold back her tears. just like the other two. Or was he crushed ?' `Neither.' said Reeves. He looked up from examining Gilbert Horner.' said Doctor Reeves. emb arrassed.' ` I said so. shaken into a sort of sobriety. knowing that the three me n in the back were probably dead.' As he spoke he put a perf unctory finger on the Doctor's wrist.

Already the terror of his experience was fading and it was becoming just another tale for the club at lunchtime. `Mike.' `Coming up. Doctor Reeves. Where there's life. good.' replied Jo. `It's touch and go. `Good grief! Here. maybe. team. `Sti ff upper lip. can you get down here?' . my dear. `is there a `phone I could use?' `In the corner. Help yourself. but I think I felt a pulse. `He's alive?' `It's incre dible. there's hope.' `There's a chance then?' `Maybe. stopping him.' called Bert from the other end of the room. will you? And get some hot water bottles.' said Jo.' `I'll have a look round.' Jo picked her way slowly th rough the B.' and Bert t umed to go. `I say. Jo was quickl y through to UNIT and had soon put Mike Yates in the picture. `He must have the constitution of an ox to survive a temper ature reduction like that. More if you can spare them.' `Oh yes.' The Squire awkwardly patted Jo on the shoulder. Thanks. Bert arrived with a bundle of blankets and two or three hot water bottles . where he was dispensing hot sweet te a.C. Lots of them.' sai d Reeves cautiously. Miss.Suddenly Reeves gave a start.B. Jo could hardly dare to believe what she had heard. bring some blankets over. `Good. `But is the Doctor all right now?' he asked.' As Jo gave him watery smile. Alastair Fergus was too tough a nut to crack easily. I think. She could see Alastair in the middle.

Go and change into civvies.' Mike could hear the quaver in her voice. and get the Brig' s helicopter fuelled up and ready for us to take off at first light. `I'v e never been so scared in my life. stuck up here.. but still.' she went on `there's something awful going o n here.' Abruptly her voice sto pped. military etiquette must be preserved. like.C..' `So what do we do?' `Go down there.' said Harry and drove away with a cheerful wave of his hand. I enjoy a bit of p eace and quiet. won't you . as if.' `Well.. . look at all the trouble they'd caused...' ` Can't wait to get away myself.' Harry le aned out of the window of his car.' P. to be replaced by the dialling tone.' Mike stopped himself just in time. The whole place has a feeling about it.' `But. of course We'll come down in the chopper. At once. thought the Constable. mate. `He c an follow us down later. Just another night duty. `Well. Sergeant. Both of us. Groom grin ned. `Can't leave it all open.' he said thankf ully to Police Constable Groom. Thank the Lord.`Yes.. `You've been a great help!' `Happy to oblige.. Friendly lot.. get a move on. which Jo had given him. I don't envy you. I can't take much more of this. Eve n though UNIT was somewhat informal.' `You're welcome to it. Mike rang the number of the pub. Sergeant.. sir?' said Benton.. `What's up. `Number unobtainable . what abo ut the Brigadier?' `The Brigadier can. that's the last of us.

It had been a long and busy day. down. an d opened a packet of sandwiches--apricot jam. a dream with no story. he recognised one of the giant beings from his dream as it indifferently crushe d the life out of his body with one of its great hooves. Bok. P. A nd as he stirred uneasily in his sleep. into the heart of the brightest sun of all..He walked over to the enhance to the tunnel.C. And as P. He saw a pair of red eyes watching him steadily from the darkness of the tunnel in the barrow. he saw alien creatures. He struggled to rise. while swirls of coloured smoke almost hid him fr om view. He saw the face of the new Vicar. giant creatures with cruel faces. now firmly sealed off with planks. He shone his torch on the large `Danger' notice outside and grunted with satisfa ction. Abruptly he awoke. Almost at once he plunged deep int o a dream. his favourite--and a flask of tea. apparently mou thing some strange incantation. His supper finished and tidied up.. But t he Constable's sleep was not a restful sleep. Magister. .C. He could feel his heart thudding as he fell down. Groom settled down. Then. The brightness was the brightness of the dawn. The thudding of his heart was the tread of heavy footsteps shaking the earth beneath him. but in vain. flying through space past uncountable suns. Groom drew his last breath. Already he could see the sky brightening in the east. the tourists' favou rite. down. a dream which was nothing but a jumble of disc oncerting images.. Mr. his back against th e warning notice. within minutes he was asleep. carefully spreading his waterproof cape on the turf he sat down.. He saw the notorious gargoyle from the Cavern. to wait for dawn. stretching his stone wings and hopping from his pedestal.

`See the church?' Mike lo oked for himself and soon made out the church tower nestling in the woods. concentrating on the map on his knee. Going across that big field. you know. softly. beyond that. `They're hoofmarks.' Benton followed the track with his eye. they couldn't he hoofmar ks?' `Shall we go and look. you have a look r ound and see if you can see the village. `Well. Even better than gliding in a way!' Mike Yates. But t hen something else caught his eye. Ti me to look around.' .' `But they can't be. ` It's gone into that wood. sir?' `Yes.' The helicopter settled to the g round. sir.. a line of. sir. in no way abashed. `Hello.' said Benton his voice tinged with awe.With the sun at their backs Captain Yates and Sergeant Benton. noisily.' he said. Mike and the Sergeant jumped out and ran over to the line of curious identa tions in the soft turf. flew through the azure sky of the May Day morning. what's that?' `Must be the dig.' Benton replied. `We should be there by now.' `Right ahead. beating the grass flat with the force of its gentle desc ent. `If only helicopters wer en't so blooming noisy!' said the Sergeant.. was in no mood for small-talk.' `No. `They are. better. The animal that made these would h ave to be twenty or thirty feet tall. no longer it unif orm. `It's by far the best way to fly.

' he said.' `Anyway. They got him to bed. `Y eah.' `Are you all right. `and the brass-band?' Ya tes looked round at the sleeping village. `Where's the red carpet then?' said Benton as they climbed out. First things first. `I mean Jo and th e Doc.' and she nodded . That's the main thing. `y ou're both safe.' and Mik e turned and hurried back to the helicopter.' said Mike grimly. You know what a tough old bird he is. But he's still out cold. Jo?' said Mike. `but out there. great' `And the Doc?' `Come and have a look. Come on. `After last night I reckon they're ent itled to a lie-in. `Boy.' No sooner was the chopper in the air again than it started to descend on ce more and soon landed neatly in the very centre of the village green. `Like--er--breakfast.`Well. Out of the front door of `The Cloven Hoof' came a s mall figure.' she said. flying across the grass so fast her legs almost became a blur..' `He'l l pull through.' `Is he any better?' `I think so. am I glad to see you two. `Mik e! Sergeant Benton!' she gasped as she reached them. `I d on't think there's any danger here. disentangling himself from her hug. whatever it is. `No I don't. a bit.' said Benton. it'll have to wait..' Jo stopped by the door of the pub. you mean?' sa id the Sergeant following him. He's in the pub.

`I know how to look after myself. his eyes said. do be careful..' he went on. `but at the first sign of trouble. the better for everybody .. what is going on?' asked Yates. of course. the sooner they got this lot sorted out.' He put his arm round the reluctant and fearful Jo and gently took her inside. He set out. `I. `Those tracks?' `Look s ir.. Nothing could be worse than the Cybermen.. On t he other hand. Thirty feet tall! Th at was some creature.' said Mike.. `Look. Couldn't be far--a halfmile. whether devil or animal. perhaps east-north-east. perhaps. That would mean that the wood into which the tracks di sappeared would be up there to the right of the church. `Mm.. Miss.' No need to alarm M iss Grant. You know devilish. The Sergeant rest his mind back t o some of the curious beings he had encountered since he first met the Doctor. They most have approached from the north-east.' `Come on.. Something really ba d.' said Benton cheerfull y.' `Oh. and as for those plastic Daffodil Men with th eir great . if you don't need me here.' he agreed. right. I'd like to do a quick recce. though the Axons ran them a close second.' Mike caught the Sergeant's eye. Jo. `Don't you worry. Perhaps they ought to stick together.. `let's go and see ho w the Doctor is --and you can tell me the whole story. say twenty. and made his way past the Maypole towards the churchyard. a s a lowly Corporal. don't really know.' Mike felt doubtful. `Wel l. her eyes filled with fear. Sergeant Benton looked rou nd the green to get his bearings. `Just fifteen minutes' shufti round. manfully ignoring the protests from his empty stomach . straight back her e.in the rough direction of the distant barrow.' said Jo.

please help me. but her spirit was unbroken. your damsel in distress may be a bit long in the tooth but she's very grateful.! Benton shuddered in spite of himself and brought his mind back to the job in hand.' The path through the churchyard took him clo se to the wall of the church. Benton hurried over to the old oak chest and tried the lid. Mis s Hawthorne looked up at him. of course. L ocked. Her long ordeal had exhausted her. he stopp ed. Surely in the early morning ther e should be a regular choir of birdsong. `Hello!' he called. . How quiet it was. I hope.' answered Benton. starting to untie her. `Help! Help!' It could only have come from inside the buildin g. managed to break open the lock.' he thought wryly. Suddenly he stopped. faintly. Silence. `or I'd be scared out of my wits.' said Benton. looking around for something to use as a jemmy. Well. Inside the vestry. `And who are you. Out of long habit and experience. `A true knight errant.. so faintly that if the birds had been singing he would sure ly have missed it. `Hang on! Have you out of there in no time at all!' he said re assuringly. ma' am. Seizing hold of the stand of a broken lectern which as leaning against the wall.' There was no mis taking the source.' she said. `Just as well I don't believe in devils. ' `Lucky I heard you. Benton gave his surroundings a quick glance before making for the nearest door into the church. `Help me! Oh. he pulled off its w rought-iron base and using all his strength.grinning heads. helping her out of the chest. What was that? Aga in it came. `friend or foe?' `Friend.

aren't you? I saw you on the telly with that Professor Hor ner. `It's Garvin. we mustn't dilly-dally here.' Miss Hawthorne was obviously upset. but immediately held up a warning hand. I mean. `Poor silly man. I think it must have been Mr.' `Luckily the lid was by no means a close fit. Come on. He's coming this way. All hell seems to be breaking loose in this place.' The Sergeant shook his head.. It could be dangerous. Garvin. You might have suffocated.' She started to open the door..' she whispered.' `Nobody seems to know exactly .`It took me hours to work that gag loose--and oh! what a relief it was! Who are you?' `My name's Benton. It's gone!' . `Great Heavens!' `What is it. But the Professor's dead. `You know. Army.' she hi ssed. as she hurried to an alcove near the back of the Cavern. `And what happened? At midnight. Miss?' `The gargoyle. but come. `The one who tied me up..' Miss Hawthorne paused at the door. `I wish I knew what was going on. `But who shut you in that chest? St upid thing to do..' and Benton told her everything he knew. the verger' `But why?' `I have a theory.' `A police sergeant?' `No. Sergeant Benton. you speak more truthfully than you perhaps realise. And y ou're Miss Hawthorne.' Olive Hawthorne took a deep breath and asked the question she hardly dared to ask.. `We can hide down here un til he's gone.!' Quickly she led the way to the Cavern door and down the steps into the Cavern. Ser geant.

Come on. Slowly he came down into the Cavern. `That stuff died out years ago. Magister. `That proves it. They could hear Garvin's f ootsteps on the stone floor of the vestry. After a moment. It should be safe to leave by now. With a straight leg kick which would have done .' Olive Hawthorne breathed into the Sergeant's ear.' she said grimly. `No. The door of the Cavern opened slowly and Garvin's head appeared. again the slam of the outer door.`What gargoyle?' `Sssh!!' The vestry door had slammed. his eye caught by the strangely-marked stone let into the floor. He's an impostor. You k now who's at the bottom of all this?' `Who?' `The Reverend Mr. `Bla ck magic?' said Benton incredulously. Miss Hawthorne joined him. `The sign of the Evil One. Magister is the n ame given to the leader of a black magic coven!' She crossed to the now empty St one of Sacrifice and looked at the dark stains on its surface with disgust. There stood Garvin with a shot gun in his hands. it was flung open and Miss Hawth orne was precipitated to the bottom of the steps.' But Benton had stopped anyway. Our new Vicar. He opened his mouth to sp eak. It's as al ive today as ever it was.. he withdrew and the door close d.' But as sh e put her hand on the handle of the heavy door. I should have realised that at once. `We didn't close the ches t. wait till he's clear..' `Do you k now when the last witchcraft law was repealed in the country? 1957. Apparently satisfied. Benton was in action. `Phew!' Benton started to m ove towards the exit. but before he could utter a word.

Then she realised why: the ground was quivering beneath her feet. she became conscious of a flutter o f fear.. luckily falling clear of the diabolic stone. Round and round the Cavern they stumbled as they struggled for mastery. `He's almost unconscious. With a desperate heave. followed b y the verger.' Garvin flushed and moved clos er. `Don't be stupid. a fear very different in quality from her natural apprehension at being threatened by a gun. he had the gun flying out of the verger' s hands. laughed.' She staggered out into the churchyard with the almost helpless Sergeant. it seemed. `Wait! Can't you feel. move.' `Quiet. Suddenly Miss Hawthorne screamed--'Look out!' But it was too late.' said Miss Hawthorne as though to a recalcitrant schoolboy.' As Miss Hawthorne helped the stumbling Benton up th e steps of the Cavern and across the vestry.' he said. o n your feet. Miss Hawthorne rushed to him and knelt by his side. twisting and turning as he tried to evade the heavy blows. all his strength sapped by the punishment he had taken. he collapsed to th e ground. Vainly fighting the empty air he was for ced to his knees. At once. putting the barrel of the gun up a t her face. At last. Garvin managed to push the Sergeant ri ght onto the flagstone marked with the esoteric sign. `Come on. he was assailed by a hundred invisible clubs.' he ordered. Garvin. who had retrieved his gun.credit to a member of the Royal Ballet. `get him outside. All Benton's weight and skill were not enough to s ubdue the slight figure of the verger.. As they started to . and leaped upon him.' snapped Garvin. `Somebody'll have to help then. `Right.

but the outlines of the face and head were strangely blurred . vaporised by a flash of fire hotter than the heart of the sun. the movement of the earth became too obvious to ignore. A thread of unearthly fight streaked from the pointing finger and the ver ger vanished forever. Out of the woods. Out of t he woods came a gigantic creature some thirty feet tall. A nd Miss Hawthorne. and with seemingly no effort she dragged the still dazed Sergeant into the shelter of the ornate tomb of an e arly Winstanley. and blind ly let off one. white with a primeval terror. watched with horrified fascination as it lazily lifted a gargantuan arm and pointed at the paralysed G arvin. the body of a man and the head of.. and it became that it was starting to grow s maller. straight into the face of the advancing creature. as if a red haze of heat were surrounding them. and an oppressively hot wind st arted to bend the branches of the trees. its great hoov es shaking the ground with each step. two barrels.. Miss Hawthorne suddenly found deep down inside herself a reserve of courage and strength. Garvin.. with the legs of an animal. cowering behind the protective marble.. raised his gun. came a gigantic creature. th e heat encompassed its whole being. Miss Hawthorne strugg led to see clearly. Garv in stopped the others and wildly looked around. The temperature of the air rose rapidly. .move down the path. As the creature approached. some thirty feet tall.

.Out of the woods came a gigantic create some thirty feet tall...

She smiled and accepted the large clea n handkerchief he offered her. apparently no t.C. By the time she finished her story. before he left London that the extraordinary freak wea ther had been confined exclusively to Devil's End.' she agreed and blew her nose loudly.. no. `Well done..' `Okay. `Now. Mike.5 The Heat Barrier Mike Yates's usual optimism was severely tested by his first sight of the Doctor : the blueness of his face against the crisp whiteness of the old pillowcase was so different from his usual healthy glow that it was almost impossible to belie ve that he was not dead. Indeed. Jo. .' he said.' said Mike. `Doctor Reeves said we shouldn't move him from here. she could hardly speak through h er tears.' Jo started to tremble .' he said gently.' she said. Mike waited quietly until she had finished and her sobs had subsided a little.' She had in fact little more to reco unt than she had already told him on the `phone. but Mike. `it was terrible. `Tell you what. He had alrea dy learnt from the B. sensitive Mike. Mike soon found the kitchen and had the kettle on. `Oh.' said Jo. `Shouldn't he be in hospital?' `Well. tell me all about it. `You stay here with the Doctor and I'll go and rustle up a cuppa.B.' `Then we'll j ust have to wait. While he rooted arou nd amongst the pots and pans. knew that she must have been bottling up her emotions so fiercely that she was near t o bursting. he tried to make sense of Jo's story.

Those hoofma rks. Mike smiled. By car. sir. In fact. He put down the cup and leaned back. vice versa.' The kettle had nearly boiled dry when Mik e got back to the kitchen and by the time he'd boiled another. the Brig's chopper had never behave d so well. or a hoaxer was at work. Just getting into bed. Either there was a monster lurking in the woods.. . sat down in the window seat and sipped his tea.. No. for instance. on the other hand. Just the chance he needed to get his thoughts in order. No. Acc ording to Jo. Still. `Yessir. I p assed on your message.. If it were to turn out to be a monster it simply became a question of whether the anteater's tongue was longer than the jelly baby or. He's on his wa y down to Devil's End. all the telephone lines out of Devil's End were out of order.. the Brigadier! He'd forgotten all about the Brigadier. let it brew for four minutes exactly. Mike Yates's eyes snapped open. wasn't he! This was no time to fall asleep.. he said firmly to himself. it woke him up. It would do her no harm at all to have a bit of a rest unti l Sergeant Benton returned. Said you were to stay put. sir. Oh Lor'. It t ook only a couple of minutes for Mike to run to the middle of the green and a fu rther couple to contact UNIT Headquarters on the helicopter radio. quiet night throughout the country and it had certainly been a perfect morning for flying.it had been a very mild. `I managed to get in touch with him. Jo was . of course curled up in the cushioned basket chair by the Doctor's bed. sir. About half past four.' rep orted the duty corporal. I wouldn't say he was overjoyed. he was on duty.. made the tea. poured it out and carried it upstairs. he wasn't very pleased to hear that you'd taken his h elicopter. he was. For Pete's sake. fast of f in the deep sleep of pure exhaustion.

All was still in the rosy twilight of the little curtained room. he was straggling out of the blank depths of dreamlessness into a waking nightmare.. The collection of littl e pot animals on the mantle fell. In any case. It was hot.' replied the Doctor... tinkle by tinkle. Mike shook a bewildered head.. its occupant still oblivious. An Act of God! That was a laugh. `I thought you' d had it. and said. at the top of his voice. Jo. while the Doctor's bed rolled hither and thither. and the room was all ashake. you better?' said Bert. the insurance company would probably wriggle out of it. his f ace streaming with sweat. `Eureka! I've got it!' Bert surveyed his bar in some dismay. the flowered eiderdown falling away. he was snoring softly. wasn't he? `Hullo. All was still again.. Moments later. . no. Somewhere near-by a baby howled in fear. `What. what happened?' Jo gasp ed. they'd say the earthqua ke was an Act of God. even the baby had stopped crying. ab ruptly tipped out of her cosy chair. into the brick hearth and a picture of Edward the Seventh as infant crashed irreparably to the floor.Fifteen seconds later. Mike and Jo rose shakily to their feet. but that didn't replace all the broken glasses right now.' `Fortunately. The earthquak e stopped. Hey! It was the girl and some other fellow with that Doctor! Supposed to be dying. Down the stairs came a little procession. he was insured. Okay.. The temperature fell. A sudden movement from the bed: the Doctor sat bolt upright. it seemed. hotte r than a tropical noontide. was scrambling to her feet screaming.

`He's been beaten up. `Oh. `He's out on his feet. hair awry. `You ought to take it gently for a bit. staggered in. `Whatever's happened to him?' asked Jo. haven 't you had enough of that place?' Before the Doctor could reply.' . `The final confirmation of my theory. as they helped him onto a bench.' `No.`But are you sure you're okay?' fussed Jo. `It was a bit parky there for a w hile.` `She's ri ght. hastened to relieve her of her burden. supporting Sergeant Benton. `By an expert. I'd say.' agreed Mike. not just ye t. but it soon warmed up.' `Tell us then. For a long moment nobody moved `If I drop him.' the Doctor went on. I have to be sure. that wave of heat. you might indeed. `Oh dear.' said Miss Hawthorne.' `I tell yo u I've recovered completely. Jo. you know. the front door was flung open and Miss Hawthorne. a t rifle plaintively. `You mean.' At once Mike Yates and the Doct or. He's a very heavy young man. `he'll go a dreadful wallop.' Jo shuddered. I'll admit. I think so.' `I'll say it did!' said Jo. oh dear.' replied Mike. y ou know what caused it?' `Yes.' Miss Hawthorne sank exhausted into a cha ir. all apologies.' said the Doctor. ' exclaimed Mike.' `You mi ght indeed say that. Doctor. I'm going up to the dig. `Better come and sit down.

' `The best medicine friend Bento n could have would be some hot sweet tea. yes. I'd better fetch Doctor Reeves.' Benton leaned back and closed his eyes. I'm the landlord. Now then. Slight concussion. Miss Ha wthorne. don't try to speak. let me see. I suppose. no. He 's a lucky young man. `Thank you. The Doctor looked over at Bert. `And thank you. I take it?' Bert grinned a little uncertainly. `Why. sho ck.' she said.' . `I have seen the Devil.. If only they had listened to you.' `No. a few nasty bruises and. `Could call me that.' said the Doctor. No internal ruptures. He looked round at the anxious gro up..' The Sergeant was shaking his head gently from side to side as if to find ou t whether it were still attached to his body. thank goodness. `I am medically qualified myself.. I shall be eternally grateful to this young man.Bert looked at the bruised Sergeant. Mm. `Doctor. `He's in a bad way.. `And what have you se en. Miss Hawthorne?' She paused. Doctor. His eye lighted on the Doctor. No bones broken. It is thanks to him that I am alive to tell the world what I have see n. looking up from his examination o f Benton's injuries. How about it?' Bert nodded and made hi s way towards the kitchen. and no open wounds. `You are our host.' `If only they had. Just sit quietly. relishing the moment. of course.' `No need for that.' said the Doctor.' Her manner was so intense that it compelled attention. for looking after him.' `You know who I am?' `Indeed I do.

`Miss Hawthorne.. One can learn to control them . call him what you will. no. `Impersonal primitive spirits. the Horned Beast. the Devil?' `Yes. my dear. Beelzebub.' . He was there.' `Elementals?' Mike was wa y out of his depth. Satan. He was twenty or thirty feet tall--the cloven hooves were ther e--and the horns--and that face!' Jo seized Mike's hand.' Th e Doctor leaned forward urgently. These were controlled by evil. `No. `I think you'd better tell us the whole story. even the Docto r himself. The Doctor frowned. And so Miss Hawthorne told them of the attack upon her and her incarceration in the chest. it was not the Devil. the Prince of Darkness. Whatever els e you saw. `The Devil!' she murmur ed. `And you s ay you actually saw. n o.. Lucifer.. o f her rescue by Benton.' Jo took a long shuddering breath.' he said.' he said. But now I think you are utterly mistaken. which touched everyone present...There moment of silence. `What did he look like?' `I only had a glimpse . of amusement even--but but also a moment tinged with cold horror. `An d it was this verger fellow who worked over poor old Benton?' asked Mike.. you understand. of their being surprised by the villainous Garvin. a moment of disbelief. That was done by the elementals in the Cavern. `I've agreed with you from th e first about the danger.

I should have guessed. the Doctor laughed. `You see. . To call up the Devil. the Doctor's arch-enemy. `Magister here.... that every word I have uttered..Miss Hawthorne's manner became even more grave. The telephone bell was rin ging.' she said. completely carried away.' said the Doctor. `The Devil came..' Unexpectedly. it doesn't surprise me. no. to make slaves of all others. He calls himself Magister. the power of the demi-god. Who is the leader of this.. impatiently. . sir. I s ee. `The arrogance! Magis ter--of course. `Oh. an e mpire.' breathed Jo. I'm not impugning your veracity.' `Oh. It's your interpretation I take issue with.' `Guessed what?' said Jo. The new Vicar of Devil's End picked up the receiver. there's a Satanist cult in the village and last night they held a Sabbat. the Master's one overwhelming obj ective always remained the same: Power! The power of the tyrant. `Did you fail Latin at school as well as science.. `It's all rubbish. Jo?' he asked. no ambition was too great for the megalomaniac dreams of the Master. but it was. to be ruler. Superstitious rubbis h!' Miss Hawthorne bristled.' ` Nonsense. So he has survived.. ' `And it worked. has he?. this Satanist coven?' The new Vicar... ` "Magister" is the Latin word for "Master"!' Renegade Time Lord. quite bewildere d.. madam. dictator of a country. to command a galaxy. a planet. No.. `I assure you.. the power of the despot. i nstigator of so many evil schemes in the past. `An occult ceremony.' `A Sabbat? What's that?' asked Mike.

. picked up the tray on which the tea for Sergeant Benton stood ready. Over.. Now listen. and the local white witch claims she's seen the Devil. who accepted it gratefully.' So that was it. then revi ved by a freak heatwave. Mike Yates was talking to the Brigadier on his walkietalkie . Let me talk to the the Doctor. He must let Mr. Apart from that it's been a quiet nigh t? Over. was at once alert.. `So the Doctor was from stiff at the barrow.. Captain Yates. But where had they gone? He took the tea over to Benton. it does indeed. He's gone up to the dig with Jo Grant.and that's about it. Benton was beaten up by invisible forces. Unnoticed. Over. never fear. He was obviously feeling better. he delicately moved across the carpet of broken glass and out o f the room. `I know it a ll sounds a bit wild. listening hard.' The Brigadier's v oice was crisp and clear. So had the girl for tha t matter..' `It does indeed. I'm about five miles away from Devilnt's End and I seem to have run into some s ort of heat barrier. ?' Bert put down th e `phone.' Sergeant Benton grinned. `I'm afraid you can't. You understand. Over.Nevertheless. But already the Doctor had left. Now get back in there before they begin to suspect--but let me know where he goes the moment he steps outside. sir. sir. Magister know at once.' `I see.. . Yates. on his hands and knee s behind the bar. `. I'm grateful to you for letting me know.' Bert. a nd returned to the bar. and quietly returned to his task of clearing the mess behind the bar. I shall deal with him.

' `Right.' `Well. `Well.. He turned to his ot her companion. I don't mind admitting. If they circled and came up thro ugh Lob's Crick--extraordinary names they gave their villages-. Over. `Now then. Get some breakfas t. Out!' The Brigadier snapped the aerial back and tur ned to his driver. Might be a hotel there. and me singing awa y like fun--I enjoy these early bread rounds--and . it were like this.' The powerful car turned carefully. Too much to do. Well. a worried eighteen-year-old with spots and a brown overall.' `Sir!' The Brigadier spread the map out on the bonnet of his staff car and considered. Yates. heat barrier? What kind of heat barrier?' `No time to stand here natte ring. `tell me exactly wh at happened. s ir. like a newly made road. Manders. I can ring the Guv' nor. The ten-foot-wide strip of charred earth. and smoothly accelerate d away from the danger area. it was.' said the Brigadier.`I see.they might get r ound this invisible wall of heat. Fine morning. He stood up and looked to the right and to the left. Got it? T his heat barrier's quite beyond my ken.' `Jump in then. Let's have a shufti at the map. We'd better have a try at getting in from the south. `Lob's Crick would do the fine. extended both ways cutting across fiel ds. Er. `Can' t leave you stranded here. too. as soon as he comes back I need to have a word with him.' The young man looked uneasily at the still red hot s keleton of his burntout van.. through hedges and through spinneys with no visible end.

.. because the next moment the old bread van went up li ke a bomb. He grinned ruefully. a buzzing. the discovery of the heat barrier itself.' said Manders. The van in flames. the garbled w arning and then. Standing a few yards from the burning vehicle.' Noise?' `Like a humming.. sir. inches aw ay from the invisible wall.. he'd have lost his hand! Next they'd tried throwing in a stick from the hedge. `This looks like Lob's Crick. sir.. the terrified youngster flagging them down.' said the roundsman.' The Brigadier surveyed the charred end of his swagger cane. Manders?' `That's right. a steel spanner. sir. if he'd been eighte en inches nearer. Good grief. thinking ba ck. didn't we. sir... And yet.' `We noticed s omething of the sort ourselves. like. no. I just took o ff. I ca n't describe it really. `I can just hear m y Guv'nor when I tell him his van's gone up in a puff of smoke!' .. `If you could drop me at the store. Blazing away she were. so I stopped and jumped out And that's when I heard this noise. all in a minute. And a good thing I did. a stone.the old bus going like a bird and then all of a sudden she started to swerve.' `Anywa y. it were an earthquake. And that's when you came alon g. I was afraid I'd end up in the ditch. I thought I'd got a flat tyre. but it were so loud it got me scared. but no. no. `Is that Devil's End?' he'd asked--and the end of his cane h ad burst into flames like a Guy Fawkes firework. the temperature of the air was only a few degrees ab ove normal. All had exploded into flames or turne d white with incandescence before being completely vaporised. he had used his cane to point at the church tower show ing over the trees.

And you never know. gravely. `How did he die?' she said faintly. `Poor fellow. disintegrated into a thousand burning fr agments. `I mean what. Would you prefer to stay outside ?' Jo hurried after him. `At le ast. Groom's face wi th his own waterproof cape.C. he tossed over his shoulder: `I'm going in. We must get the police in on this before there are any tragedies.. Manders.' said the Brigadier. Although. extended the same regular strip of burnt ea rth. Back to the village. Moving towards the entrance to the barr ow. sin ce she joined UNIT. lobbed into the air.' said the Doctor. Looks as if it might extend all round Devil's End. it wasn't the Devil. Jo turned and walked away a few yards. `That settles it. as he covered P. Right across the road in front of them and as far as could be seen on either side. not exactly. wh at killed him?' `Well.Some six furlongs beyond the village (which was too small to boast a hotel or ev en a pub.' Jo looked fearfully at him. `We'd better get some of our cha ps down. as the rumblings of the Brigadier's stomach we beginning to testify) M anders brought the car to a stop.' . she co uld never get used to it. she had experienced the sight of death in many forms. `I think I'd rather stick with you-. the village constable of Lob's Crick might even give us a cup of tea!' Meanwhile the village constable of Devil's End stared up at the Doctor wi th dead eyes..' replied the Doctor. `What do you mean by that?' But t he Doctor did not reply to her question. A half-brick.if I'm not in the way.

no tomb of a b ronze-age chieftain. mortal danger. The Doctor shone his torch onto the floor and began systematically ex amining it. her voice echoing oddly from the depths of th e chamber. `It's enormous.' said the Doctor..' said Jo. `If my theory's right. Soon they were clambering cautiously over the pile of rubble which had buried the Professor an d the Doctor.The Doctor stopped and looked down into her anxious little face. they were able to stand upright.. Inside. Here was no treasure. Jo. ' he smiled. `I'm glad of your company. The Doctor played his light along the smooth curves of th e walls.. Or could it be some thing.' r eplied the Doctor. switching on his torch. Jo glanced timorously around.' As he started to clear the tunnel mouth of the splintered planks which had proved so ineffective a barrier..everyone in the village? `I mean everyone in the who le world. infuriatingly. As far as Jo could see the large chamber in th e heart of the barrow was completely empty. The Doctor turned the beam of his powerful lamp into the black hol e beyond. we're all in great danger. She had that prickly feeling at the back of the neck which al ways meant to her that somebody was watching.. even less welcoming than when the televisio n lights had guided Jo to the scene of disaster the night before. `I'll know when I find it. The dank blackness of the eart h tunnel was. Professor Horner was again proved wrong. `What are we looking for?' whispered Jo.. foot by foot. ? `In we go. if that were possible. `Of course not. Ah!' .' `You mean.

about seven hundred and fifty tons. slither scrape. `Take a look at the shap e of this chamber we're in.' `What is it then?' The Doctor cleared the last bit of earth. While Jo held the light..' `Oh. Try picking it up..' She handed the torch to the Doctor and tried with both hands. .. hold this. Jo gripped the Doctor's arm. like a model spaceship.The beam of light had fallen on a large bump in the earth floor. `Ssh!!!' she breat hed.. Jo turned the light once more onto the wal ls-. oh.. `Here.' `Full marks! Except that it isn't a model. He switched off the torch.. You see. `You can't pick it up because it weighs about. The Doctor quietly backed against the wall opposite the opening. The metallic object was quite immo vable..' Puzzled. The Doctor squa tted down by it and produced a little trowel. The Doctor shook his head.... he carefu lly scraped and dug the hard impacted soil away from a silvery object some fifte en inches long.' Jo put out a hand and gave an experimental tug.' she said.' There it was again see that prickly feeling. `Li ke. at a rough guess. come on! Be serious. `What is it?' `What does it look like?' returned the Doctor. they're the sa me shape!' The Doctor nodded.. his arm protec tively around Joe shoulders.. that's all. `It's the same! I mean.' `I am serious. Different size. `It's fixed down.' Something was coming down the tunnel: scrape. `Listen.and then back to the tiny spaceship.

its blood-red eyes shining from the grotesque face. Suddenly two gleaming red eyes were shining out of the darkness a nd the chamber was filled with a series of uncanny shrieks and roars.. its bat-like wings stretched above its head. still managed to stop herself from screaming as the Docto r turned the full beam of his flashlamp directly onto the thing in the entrance. terrifyingly alive.Nearer and nearer came the thing in the tunnel scrape. slither. while from its hideously twisted mouth came roar after unearthly roar. nearly fainting from fright. There stood the gargoyle from the Cavern. . scrape. it wa s alive. . It stopped. its claws outstretched. Its misshapen stone body crouching ev illy. Jo. slither.

There stood the gargoyle from the Cavern .

But there i t was. shrinking back against the wall of the barrow chamber. In the early days at school they had been playmates. Funnily enough. in a moment. he had his eyes close d. It was his own fault that he had to be killed. They had not always been enemies. the Doctor. The Doctor had chosen... and through Bok's eyes. Through Bok's eyes he could see Jo. He was watching the Devil's Hump and yet.. Iron had always been a ba sic magical defence. a friendly rivalry had been as far apart as they would allow themselves to go. What in the name of Beelzebub was the stupid creature up to? He concentrated.. compassion and the rest! If on ly he had seen sense. what was it? Oh yes. though their paths diverged. and a picture formed in his mind's e ye: the Doctor advancing on Bok. holding in front of him. a small trowel. The Master came out of his reverie with a start. Of course. th e gargoyle. But Bok had ample power to overcome it.. he was experiencing a twinge of regret. If only the Doctor weren't so abominably g ood! All this claptrap about morality. The Master was in full telepathic communication with his faithful servant. together they could have ruled the Universe. integrity.. Why didn't he attac k? . Bok. it would be made of steel. he would be wit ness to the fulfilment of one of his lesser ambitions--the death of his old enem y. Ev en later.6 Meetings The Vicar was standing at the highest window in the Vicarage--the little window on the top landing--apparently looking across to the treetops at the mighty Goat 's Back Ridge.

my darling. `Kiokleda partha mennin klatch!' he said. But he did. whimpering. was devastatinge. at least.The Master felt waves of fear flowing from the mind of his creature. As soon a s he was outside. The Master frow ned. no. with his heavy wings beating. Roughly translated. His face black with rage.' Jo's voice was still trembling. Through Bok's ears. That's why he ran way. What was he up to? Those were not the words of power. it goes. snarling. `I must admit that I should have been quite defenceless if he had seen through my l ittle deception. well . however.' In spite of herself. the Master awaited him. flew bac k towards the Vicarage. he turned and fled down the tunnel. Kill him!' Bok raised his hand and pointed it at the Doctor. three of them at least". he took to the air and. fortunately!' `So that was some sort of spell that you said?' `He thought it was. `But what was it?' `It looked like a ga rgoyle. the Master h eard the Doctor speak. `But you don't believe in magic. Bo k! Kill him! You have no reason to be afraid. `Attack. Actually it was the first line of a V enusian lullaby. Jo couldn't help but laugh. The moment had come. Recoiling across the smooth earth floor. `I don't .' said the Doctor wryly. "Close your eyes. not ones th at he recognised! The effect on Bok.' `But it was alive!' . Carved out of stone.

when the Squire. First. won himself a pi glet and insisted on christening it with champagne. with a series of chancy bowls.' Lighting the wa y for Jo.000 light years away. in that spaceship. Mike Yates had not been idle while the Doctor and Jo wer e away.. `If I ever see him.' The Doctor stopped. I just know I will.' With an enormous effo rt. `Any way. who had flatly . You're quite right to be frightened. as their made their way across the springy turf. from a planet 60. where the Doctor had left her in t he middle of the night. But not because Miss Ha wthorne saw this mythical Devil of yours. Let's get out of here. `No w listen to me. She saw something far more real and fa r more dangerous: an alien being who came here. Jo. ?' The Doctor laid a finger on Jo's lips. I'll die..' said the Doctor. why.. I mean. some ink and a large piece of paper--the back of the poster announcing last year's Garden Fête. he led her back down the tunnel into the fine spring morning. It seeme d impossible that only a few short minutes ago they should have been in such per il. At last Mike managed to ge t rid of the garrulous and inquisitive landlord and settle down to his task..`In a sense. `Come on. Jo suppressed her curiosity and followed the tall figure of the Doctor acros s to Bessie. Ben ton.' Jo shivered in the cool br eeze. who was still waiting patiently.' `But I don't understand.' `You mean the creature Miss Hawthorne saw? No. `No more questions. so Ber t informed him. he begged from Bert a half-inch paint brush. that must have been a hundred times more terrifying.' said Jo soberly. `at least it wasn't the Devil. Not now.

smiling to hi mself at Benton's snores. listening out f or the Brig's next message. nominally on R. Thirdly. ready for instant action. Mike had always enjoyed making notices. Firstly. `you'd never have wasted you time.T. Secondly. a foreigner. he referred to the extraordinary events of the night before. and agree some plan of action. feed Grimalkin. she went off into peals of laughter. a perhaps unwarranted assumption) should foregather i n the village hall at five o'clock that evening. of the heat barrier. were being investigated. Miss Hawthorne returned. and breakfast sumptuously on muesli and dandelion coffee. Yo u're a stranger. until he realised that it was neither the matter nor t he manner of his masterpiece which was the occasion of her merriment. change her clothes. During the short time she had been away she had contrived to have a bath. `My dear good man. As soon as she saw what Mike had been doing. These. insofar as that were possible. her familiar tabby cat with a remarkably handsome shirt fron t. and so they'll be . he took grea t pride in his skill at lettering. he suggested that all adults (defin ed as being over eighteen.' she gas ped. `If you had. Mike was mome ntarily cut to the quick.' Mike had to agree that she was right. he issued a solemn warning in big b lack capitals. watch. you see. Several times he had to forcibly remind himse lf of the serious nature of the legend on the poster he was making. he informed the village.' she went on. As he was putting a final flourish on the last letter. dozed in the sun. there to hear some sort of expl anation of what was going on. but rather the fact that he contemplated putting it up at all.refused to go to bed. `it's obvious that you've never lived in a village. braying so hearti ly that the Sergeant leaped to his feet. re-braid her ha ir.

. Mr . Have you any transport? It's quite a walk up Box Hill. `Lily Watts?' Mike said weakly.' Mike was at a loss. especially anything that smacks of giving orders.. or Mr.. `And who's the chairman of the Parish Council?' ` Why the Squire. . wretched m an. We'll borrow a bicycle for you. Yates.. Nobody would da re plan a function without her approval..' Miss Ha wthorne thought for a moment. our village constable.. `Lily Warts is the letting committee of th e hall.' `The. to report this latest development to Mr.. She is the committee.' she said. Bert set off on foot in the other direct ion straight to the Vicarage..suspicious of anything you do. of course: Mr. chairman?' `No. or best of all. no. Miss Hawthorne.' `Only the helicopter.' `Much too ostentatious.' he said in desperation. `Well. `All right then. the chairman of the Parish Council. of course..' And so it turned out. Bert dug out an ancient singlegear sit-up-and-beg machine of uncertain vintage and as Mike wobbl ed unsteadily off after Miss Hawthorne. I'm afraid. though that's out of the question. Magister. this is an emergency. dear boy! And how do you suppose Lily Watts is going to react to your playing f ast and loose with the village hall like that?' Benton snorted with suppressed m irth. `your only hope of getting that notice accepted would be to get it signed by somebody with a position in the com munity: the Vicar. Groom. Winstanley.' `You've got to convince them of the fact. er. say. `You tell me what I should do..' Mike sighed.' `But surely.

Only Miss Iawthorne would barge in like tha t without so much as a by-your-leave. eh? He would have been prepared t o sign anything. `All that stimulatin' conversation.' `Then we shan't de tain you long. She knew better tha n to tangle with Miss Hawthorne in this mood. but not if it meant having to be chairman.. Yates. Mr. Mrs. I'm ill. the doo r opened and his housekeeper appeared.' `I'm not in. `We were rather hoping.' The Squire groaned. I'm out. Mr. Squire. Always bein' chairman. `It's that Miss Hawthorne.' Mrs. I'm dying.' `All in good time. woman!' `There y ou are. I tell yo u. And a Mr. sir. Anstey quietly left. He'd better try a little diplomacy. just to get rid of this pestilential pair. leaving the normal dull throb. He had noticed before the odd coincidence that these migraines of his often came in the morning after a long evening at `The Cloven H oof'. `I am not well. He had an uncomfortable feeling that this intervie w wasn't going quite right.The Squire had a headache. Chair a wretched meeting. As the effect subsided. Anstey. Winstanley. Always wa s a sensitive child. Where is it. madam.' The front door bell rang and jangled furiously between t he Squire's ears. `Miss Hawthorne. . This is Mr. sir. please.. I'm not well.' replied th e white witch. that you might chair the meeting this evening' The Squire immediate ly dug in his heels. Yates. Please go away. too much for the old nerves. Yates?' Mike rel uctantly produced his poster. `We want you to sign something.

. Was he really about to witness a demonstration of real witchcraft. sir. `Now.. `Well. too.' Miss FIawthorne was exasperated. Miss Hawthorne jumped to her feet. He glanced at each of them. like a good boy.. Mr. clutching a small glass phial filled with a golden liquid. `Wha t's all this about a heatbarrier? What the deuce is a heat-barrier?' `Well.. But it seems to be extremely dangerous.dammit! Worst job in the world. Knock it back. we don't quite know..' The Squire winced and put a tender hand to his temple. I suppose they have. And him at death's door. She removed the stopper and proffered t he phial to the somewhat anxious Squire. `Why. Sorry about the Professor and all that.' `Have the authori ties been told?' `Er. Mike Yates watched her.' And she started ferreting in her handbag. She raised her voice. `Let's have a look at the blasted thing.. As for the rest of it.' `A simple potio n. that's my motto. you know.' Winstanley suspiciously accept ed the potion. I do believe you hav e a headache!' The Squire could only nod. but still.. fascinated.. albeit white witchcraft? Miss Hawthorne surfaced. At once Miss Hawthorne's voice softened.' `Then it's up to them to cope . Squire.' As soon as he had drunk it. wait a minute... nothing more. bung ho and all that. Winstanley.' Taking it from Mike.. he puzzled his way through it. `Why didn't you tell me? I'm not a wit ch for nothing. let sleeping dogs lie. Silly ol d fool! Hadn't as much intelligence as Grimalkin. `Now lis ten to me.. Placing a bony foref inger on the centre of the . yes.

' and she held out the poster and a pen. I was reciting--"Mary Had a Little Lamb". Two minutes later. his face cleared. . please. you see. `that wasn't magic.' said Mike.Squire's forehead. then?' `An infusion of a herbal analgesic--about as pow erful as a couple of aspirin. my headache. So now you know all my little secrets.' `Magic. Gradually. Not daring to move. `It's gone!' he said.' sai d Miss Hawthorne scornfully. said M iss Hawthorne. don't you?' And smiling archly. however. `My migraine. taking the pen and sig ning with a firm hand.. his eyes darted to and fro as if he were seekin g a way of escape. she started to mutter under her breath. he was actually smiling. `Sign here. I can't say I ever really believed in magic before but. dear lady. I wouldn't waste good witchcraf t on him. The Squire was quite taken aback.' `And the spell?' `Pure suggestion to increase the placebo effect.' `I beg your pardon?' `He believed it was a spell too. and by the time Miss Ha wthorne had completed her incantation. `With the greatest of pleasure. `I really take my hat off to you. if such it was.' beamed the Squire. having successfully fended off the cel ebratory drink the Squire had tried to thrust upon them.' `What was it. `Well.. she sailed away down Box Hill with Mike desperately pedalling after. Mike and Miss Hawthorne were coasting down the long drive. quite gone!' `Of course. As a matter of fact.

have you. "Bleep. not all of us.' said the judge. it. ten miles in diameter. what's that.' `The Doctor?' `No. Benton? What's going on? You all asleep or something?' The Brigadier's voice was not friendly. bleep. The perimeter of thi s thing is an unbroken circle.' `Sir.. we still can't get through this wretched heat barrier. The applause was deafening.. bleep. bleep. ' continued the Brigadier's voice.. `I've sent out patrols.' . will you? Over.. listen Sergeant.' continued his receiver. Over. the final report has just come through. sir.. `Greyhound Three. H astily he pressed the `transmit' button. Captain Yate s there?' `No.' `Is that you. the Sergeant tossed Mavis ten feet in the air and caught her neatly on the little finger of his left hand.... bleep". `I am proud to know you. Well. yes.... well. as h e handed over the Championship Cup. `Mr.. Osgo od? Ah. Finishing the quickstep w ith a ballet lift. Over. Tell the Doctor. Incinerates anything we try. Over. I thi nk I can say without fear of contradiction. bleep. that is. `Bleep...Sergeant Benton and his partner had just executed a double natural turn into a h esitation running reverse.' Sergeant Benton woke up.. sir. Benton.' `The thought had occurred to me. centre being the villa ge church.' The doo r of the pub swung open as the Doctor walked in with Jo. I mean.. sir. `and as far as I can see...' `Mm. Sergeant Benton.. yes. `Er no. sir? Over.. What is more.. can't you go round it..' `I see.

`I'm lost. possibilities. Doctor?' resumed the Brigadier. handing the receiver back to Benton.' And he switched off. Jo looked at the Sergeant and shrug ged. `I dunno.' Jo br ightened. the voice of the R. Over. The Doctor started to unfasten his cloak. ` Did you hear that. ' he said. Estimate dome-shaped barrier above village approximately one mile high at apogee.The Doctor walked over and took the walkie-talkie from Benton's hand. Jo. No soap. Brigadier..' s aid the Sergeant reproachfully.' `Or we're locked in. Good!' And immediately he and the new arrivals plunged into a mor ass of plans. ways and means. `just that it's aliens. Thank you. Doctor.A. the very person I need.' he said.' Doubly distorted. Over.' Benton gave Jo a worried look. I say again. `we would appear to in in the middle of a sort of lethal mushroom. no soap. `Do you know what it's all about?' asked Benton. `Well. Last test canister exploded at four thousand fire hundred feet altitude. `You're supposed to say.. Ah. you see. `all in good time. What about going over the top of it?' `The R. `Well.' Sergeant Benton got up from his chair and stret ched.F. We'll be in touch.F. I wish I had a clue what's going on.' interrupted the Doctor. te n miles across and a mile high.A. Miss Hawthorne.' . `Lethbridg e Stewart? The Doctor here...' she said.' she answered .' `All in good time. `Oh. `Not really. And Captain Yates. Hang on a minute. "Out". From outer space. ar e just coming through now. `we're locked out. could be heard faintly--but the message was quite clear: `Red Zero Four to Trap Two.

' said the Vicar. `that is precisely why I have come to see you.' said the Squire.' `Paul who?' `Saint Paul. `It's just that. sit down. `Can't remember.' the Vicar went on. Magister encouragingly. `And what was it you wanted to have a word a bout. splashed a little soda into his whis ky. sympathet ically.. `A man in your position. yes. `Yes?' sai d Mr. What'll you have? Scotch?' Mr.' he said. nay. getting up and crossing to the sideboard. Squire?' `Oh. In troubled times like these it behoves us to stick together. a leader. Been wantin' to have a word with you. `Come in..' `Ah.. There was a long pause. Magister raised a declining hand. `Indeed. I'm afraid. m ust have so many things on his mind.. the leader of the community.' he said.' he said.' Winstanley sat down in the tapestry armchair opposite the Vicar and leaned forward with an earnest expression.' The Squire. no. with the air of a man carrying the affairs of the world on his shoulders. `I'm not at all surprised. `Thank you.' The Squire decided not to have another..' cr ied Montmorency Winstanley. `the very man.' Another long pause.. Sit down. `It's like this.Sergeant Benton sighed resignedly. Wouldn't you agree ?' . `why should I put a thief into my mouth to steal away my brains?' `Eh?' `Paul. Vicar. `It always is.

' ...... though I hesitate to use an unfashion able word..' `Well non. of course. Not too large. even if he was a padre. the élite. After all. Now. The Squ ire seemed to wake up. Th e leaders.. the. `such nonsense must be nipped in the bu d. if we were to hold this meeting.' Soun ded like sense. vicar. These people must be told what to think and what to do. in fact. `Well. `Of course.' The Vicar took a deep breath. to you. that's up to yo u. Bewitched. Squire?' repeated the Vicar.. What do you say?' The Squire was staring at him with glazed eyes.. What was the fellow getting at? `I feel the people of the village are becoming restive. `Precis ely the sort of thing I meant. you're the Squire. `Hens.. Since the unfortuna te events of last night there has been an ugly smell of panic in the air..' he said. to give a lead... `Open to suggestions. the front-runners. E lsie Bates's hens. I would suggest that you shou ld call a little meeting.' he said. you could have the meeting in here--and make it clear the attitude they should take. lowering himself into his chair again. er. what are you suggesting?' asked the Squire.. `Hens?' `What I wanted the word about. Got the root of the matter in him this fellow..' Winstanley took an uneasy swig of h is drink. to set an example.`Us?' enquired the Squire. They must learn to ob ey.' The Squire raised an eyebrow. you understand.. `What do you say. I thin k it's up to us. say thirty or forty of the more prominent villagers--why. `Er. apparently.

be that as it may.' `Aha.' The Squire was a lit tle mollified.' The Vicar see med irritated. not a W. `Listen to me. Strong men. Th at's what I can see on every side. really!' `It's quite time you started acting like the Squire. I know.' Extraordinary eyes the fellow had. `Power? What power?' .. Chairing the wretched thing myself. The Vicar came close to him. no. `You may be the Vicar.. Listen to my words... or no. It's all fixed up. strength.' cried Mr. `I am the Master. Big and bla ck. And if you choose. men like you.. yes.. softly. `Mm..' Winstanley sat up. freedom .I.' With an effort the Squire tore his eyes from the Master's gaze. decisive action. you can share my triumph. Magister.. `Go on. gossip party. `Decadence.. no! I'm talking about action. I heard you. but I'll thank you not to take that tone with me. who are you?' said the Squire. I still don't see what you're getting a t.' said the Squire. `a man of spirit! Exactly what's needed at a time like this. F ive o'clock in the village hall.' No getting away from it. Winstanley. `I control a power which can save th e world. Vicar. `Who. action no w.' `Well. more like a deep purple. if Lilly Watts has no objection. equality. Winstanley. men of power . power. All this talk of democracy.. `No.' said the Vicar.`Yes. men of decision.' The Vicar jumped to his feet and started to pace up and down. he was a sensible chap. What this country needs is decision.

the Master started to mutter strange wo rds. `You understand?' . The a sideboard tilted and fell over. `I control the forces which have b een unleashed in Devil's End during the last few hours.' said the Squire and burst out la ughing. I'll do anything you say.' said the Master. as if coming back from for away. At once the room was still. `Ridiculous. The Master flushed. as a whining sound like a thin shriek grew louder and louder until it threatene d to split the very fabric of the house. `Stop it! Stop it!' cried Winstanley. ' Closing his eyes and lifting his head. the Meter ignored him.' `What?' said Winstanley . F or a moment. depositing its load of glass on the floor with a cash. Then. words to send a shudder down the spine.' The Master's speech was slurred.. he lo oked up. `Well?' `I'll do an ything.. `all that business at the dig? Are you trying to tell me you were behind all t hat?' `Exactly. The curtains fluttered as if in strong breeze. The priceless Meissen china figure on the gra nd piano flew up in the air and hurled itself into the hearth. `You require proof. At once the room seemed to come alive. The portrait of t he nineteenth-century Admiral Winstanley over the fireplace split neatly down th e middle and fell to the ground. I shall be back in an hour.A flicker of anger crossed the Master's face. Very well. And all the time the door was slamming open and shut and the windows were breaking pane by pane. `Very well. The very air seemed to quiver. words compounded of sounds powerful in themselves. He snapped his fingers.' gasped the terrified Squire. proof you shall have.

' The Master turned and walked out of the shattered room. of course. .`Yes. yes. S quire Winstanley sank slowly into the tapestry chair and buried his face in his trembling hands. His headache was coming back.

`Do come and eat something. `A copy I never knew existed. there is o nly one possible explanation: this is the supernatural at work. making notes and leaving slips of paper as book marks. These books wil l help me to provide it.' called Jo. well! The Grimoire of Pope Honorius!' The Doctor had seized an ancient leatherbound volume with great excitement. siz e and age. Miss Hawth orne had graciously accepted one small apple.' `I hope that will become clear. he was hunting here and there through them. Surrounded by piles of books of every shape.' . Doctor. I can't think. Mike and Sergeant Benton were tucking into a traditional `Ploughman's Lu nch'--large slabs of cheese.' `You have the pick of the finest collection of occ ult material in the country there. `though why you wanted me to bring it. Apart from anything else.7 Explanations Sitting round the rickety old oak table in the little back room of `The Cloven H oof Jo. `Well.' Miss Hawthorne looked puzzled. I'm being pestered for an explanation. stating it as her considered opini on that too much eating in the middle of the day led to sluggish vibrations in t he afternoon. crusty new bread with farm butter and crunchy pickl ed onions.. well. But the Doctor was too far away to think of food.. `But Doctor. all washed down with pints of draught cider or strong ale.' said Miss Hawthorne proudly. Doctor.

isn't it?' said Jo. Sergeant.' and he opened the first book. The Occult! Magic!' The Doctor shook his head. ' said Jo. `We'll turn you into a scientist yet. `you're being logical at last.' He opened the next book. getting up. Jo. doubtfully.' `Oh.' Miss Hawthorne bristled. `Well done. Miss Hawthorne. `There's nothing more real than a for ce-field. Doctor. `what does it matter? There's no point in g etting all hot under the collar about words.' he said. am I? Thanks. Now then. Benton thoughtfully ch omped on a pickled onion. `even a psionic force-field. To have her cherished beliefs c hallenged! It was unthinkable. `Nonsense!' he said. `A Hindu Demon-- . `You're being deliberately obtuse.' he said. `Right. `What about that thing that got me? That was real enou gh. whatever it is. `Science.' said the Doctor. The important thing is to find a wa y to stop it. We are dealing with the supernatural. If you've all finished perhaps we could clear a space.' The Doctor had returned to his books.' `How can you stop it without knowing what it is?' said Jo indignantly. The God Kh num--one of their gods with horns.' he said. `here we go.' he said.The Doctor looked up from his notes. `Who's that?' `It's an Egyptian god. `Top of the class. `Magic `Science.' Mike Yates fini shed off his been `Really. leaping to the Doctor's defence as usual. I tell you.' One end of the table was quickly cleared of the remains of the meal and the Doctor was able to spread out a numbe r of books. marking a large coloured picture of a goat.

' she said tartly.the Dev il with the head of a goat.' `Even since man began. far ol der and immeasurably more dangerous. all with horns upon their brows. regaining her composure. A statue of Moses--yes. .' said Benton slowly. Horns have been a symbol of power ever since.' said the Doctor. Oh. `You mean. `Look. `It proves nothing. ` But has it ever struck you to ask yourself why?' the Doctor continued.' The Doctor went on opening book after book. `but far. ever since.with horns. The Minot aur--the bullheaded monster of Crete.. They are creatures from another world.' He showed them yet another picture--a photograph of a prehistoric cave-painting which see med to show a group of witch doctors dancing. `like the Axons..' Even M iss Hawthorne was silenced. `You could go on all day and all night showing us pretty pictures. `The Ancient Greek god Pan--with horns. And another.' Another.. Miss Hawthorne was not imp ressed.. and man has over turned them into myths--into gods or devils..' agreed the Doctor.' murmured Mike Yates.' `Charming. and the Nestenes--and the Cybermen?' `Precisely.... even he's got horns. A bus t of Jupiter--with horns. Our old friend the' Horned Beast-. `But they're neither. `Creature s like that have been seen over and again throughout the history of man.' He gestured towards the pictures. `Are you suggesting that these creatures came to Earth in spaceships?' said Miss Hawthorn e. until the table was filled with pictures of horned beings.

. or Demons..' said Jo... `They're Dæmons** from the planet Damos. triumphantly.' said Miss Hawthorne. wisely. T hey arrived on Earth just in time to help homo sapiens kick out Neanderthal Man and they have been appearing on and off over since.`I am.' he replied. `There yo u are. and that's a long lon g way from Earth. And now you tell us that they have been helping mankind for a thousand ce nturies!' `Yes. and they first came to Earth nearly one hund red thousand years ago. thing that Professor Horner loosed on the world is evil. So the Doctor went on to tell them something of the history of these alien beings. Miss Gra nt. You said so you rself.' `Sixty thousand light years.' put in Miss Hawthorne. By the time man ap peared. This. `that proves you're talking nonsense. the Dæmons had been space travellers for many centuries and had establishe d a tradition of scientific exploration and experiment through-out the Galaxy. why should they want to?' asked Ben ton. When the first lan d creatures were crawling out of our oceans. `and you say they're from another planet.' put in Jo. `That's righ t. He told of their evolution and the development of t heir culture over long aeons even before life began on Earth. The other side of the Milky Way. Then what's all this jazz about witchcraft and covens and all?' `A very good point.' `But why? I mean. merely observing most of the time but occasionally giving history a push in the right direction. the Dæmons already had a fully develo ped civilisation with a sophisticated science and technology. the Dæmons. * Pronounced deemons.. .

is my misfortune. `You must have gone to a very odd school--and you must have ve ry peculiar memory. Unfortunately..' Miss Hawthorne was unconvinced.' said Mike. if you know how to read them properly. I forgot it all. madam.' Jo.' she said.' `I learned it at school. We're just a cageful of laboratory rats.' said Miss Hawthorne.' the Doctor replied `They help Earth. `That.' He stood up and started to clea r away the books. `He's established a link wit h the Dæmon from the barrow.' explained the Doctor. And y ou must admit that mankind doesn't look a very successful species at the moment.`But don't you see. `you didn't seem to know what was going on at first. `chapter thirteen of the Ga lactic History. And that's what the Master is using! ' `Mm. who had been stacking the books in a neat pile.' `Then what's the Master up to?' asked Mike. `In any case. it's all in these books of yours. `They are evil.' `Amoral would b e a better word. `You mean this Dæmon could destroy the Earth?' `What does any sc ientist do with an experiment that fails? He throws it in the rubbish bin.' said the Doctor grumpily. Doctor. `And how do you know all this anyway?' `Yes.. but on their own terms. What frightens me is the choice--domination by the Ma ster or total destruction.' `Then these creat ures are linked with the Black Arts. looked up aghast. It's a scientific experiment to them. `all the magical traditions are just the remnants of the Dæmons' advanced science. said t he Doctor acidly. for she had touched on a sore point. ' . perhaps.

closely followed by the vicar. `I am. ladies and gentlemen! ' The subdued chatter died away and thirty-seven faces looked expectantly up at the Squire. an embryonic burst of applause. As the big door from the d rawing-room opened and the Squire appeared. which made a natural platform. Laboriously and at some length th e Squire started to go through the events since . thirty-seven men a nd women. exchanging sotto voce tri vialities and waiting to be told why they were there. `Just tell them why you've called t hem together.' he said. which was an old and trusted friend. Jo. `as you know. The Squire mounted the short flight of stairs to the first lan ding.' and he slapped himself a couple of times on the belly while he waited for the respectful chuckle he knew would greet this terri ble joke. please! Thank you! Thank you. The groups started to drift together as it became obvious tha t Mr. though it w as now many years since last a Hunt Ball was held there.' said Winstanley. Winstanley was about to make a speech.. `Meeting to order. Now.' murnured the Master in his ear. Turning to the villagers. with the famous Winstanley stained-glass wi ndow as a backing.' The Squire's entrance hall had s een many a Minuet and Quadrille. of course. there were a few scattered handclaps. stood in awkward groups. b ut packed with good solid meat. `Leave the rest to me. he lifted his hand for silence. `Yes. mostly middle-aged.' he said. indeed many a Charleston and Tango. my speeches are like me--short. you're talking about the end of the world!' The Doctor looked at her very seriously.' `Of cours e. quickly stillbo rn as the set faces of their betters told the assembled villagers of the gravity of the occasion.`But Doctor.. `Now then.

making stupid cracks like that..' followed by the ritual chuckle from his audience. Asking for trouble it were.' the Squire was saying.. who was standing with on or two more members of the coven. the Master step ped quietly down to the bottom of the stairs and beckoned to Tom Wilkins.. Nodding t owards the little study door down the hall. it appears that Mr. `Yes? Who is it?' an impatient voice answered.. Tom Wilkins. Tom Wilkins--Old Nick?' `That's not funny. Vica r?' As Tom Wilkins disappeared into the study.' . quickly stilled as the Squire told them of the death of P. so I've asked him to say the odd word. The announcement of the heat barrier caused a buzz of wonder. what d o you want. then? I've got a bar full of people. Groom and pointed out some of its implications. `That you. glancing up at the Squire.' A murmur of approval. the Master whispered in Wilkins' ear . Magister starti ng his `odd word' with the obligatory joke: `Now. Then he shut the door and could hear no more.' said Wilkins looking over his sho ulder. `So it seemed to me. He dialled. Magister here has had a few thoughts on the subject.C. Before it gets out of hand.midnight. who was still going strong. the ga rage owner. I promise you that this isn't going to be a sermon. he could hear Mr. Bert.. `Well. nodded and slipped quietly away. `that we oug ht to get together and have a bit of a chat about the situation. Bert?' `Who do you think it is. Crossing to the untidy desk. Seeing that Winstanley was fairly launched. he pushed aside a pile of bills and pulled the telephone across. `Now..

Bert!' `I'll be going in t o clear the table when things ease off out here. You. began to blush in anticipation and fear of what the next few momen ts might reveal.`Ah.. You go and tell him that.. Tho rpe. `Don't trouble to deny it. Magister wants to know what that Doctor's up to. yes.' `Okay.. the Vicar had just finished his opening platitudes and was getting down to business.' and he read it out. do yo u suppose? Not while that pretty young Rosie's still about. he's still here.' `Aw. Mr. And what about you. come on. isn 't he? Him and the rest of his lot?' `Yes. ' `Does he now? Then he'd better come and mind my bar if he wants me to run erra nds for him. better get in there and find out what's going on. ' I t was obvious that the Vicar's chosen victims were guilty that the rest of his l isteners immediately started to search their own consciences and. `you see. has your wife come back from her sister's yet? Will she ever come back. Better ring me back on this number. Crevill e. When he rejoined the others in the hall. smirked ingratiatingly. It'll have to wait till then. like. already I feel that I know you--indeed. I'll be bound. Magister wants to know.' `Well. Winstan ley gave the spluttering Thorpe a sharp look. with one or tw o exceptions. .' Ron Thorpe. ` Are you still padding the bills of the local gentry?' went on the Vicar..' smiled the Vicar. Mr. t he prosperous owner of the grocery in the High Street. Thorpe. I know. Charlie--how's you r conscience? Will you get the Post Office books to balance in time? Mr. `Even though I am a newcomer here. that I know you well. In the back. He's still there.

And the Dæmon him self can be anything from thirty feet tall down to the size of the pepper-pot--o r a grain of pepper. the Dæmons can dimin ish themselves as well as any object they choose. .' `Honestly. was satisfied with his trivial show of power. `you seem to forget that I have seen him. `you buy those from the toyshop. `You're the Doctor. `You see.' said Jo. And the heat wave. `If you listen to me and do as I say. your de arest ambition. `up at the barrow. `he must be only a wee little dem on the size of that pepper-pot!' `Now really. I'm on your side. `A spaceship fifteen inches long?' Mike Yates said with a laugh. for that matter. however. `Well. Doctor. If you listen to me!' His audience star ed at him in hostile silence.' But where's the clue in that?' asked the Sergeant.' `Oh really.' `But that 's exactly what gave me the clue. shru gging. And don't b e angry either.' said Miss Hawthorne. Mike. I saw it mysel f. You see.' said the Doctor. your most secret desire.' His audience eyed him suspiciously.' `Th en what are we all worrying about?' said Mike. You've lost me.' said Jo. `Mm?' said Jo.' The Doctor looked in d espair at the group of uncomprehending faces. E = MC2. Jo.The Master. Your little secrets are quite safe with me. He was getting on for thirty feet tall. you see. `say again. the freeze-up. you can get exactly what you want. `Please don't be worried. any of you. It's what that creature came in apparently. When that spaceship landed it was something like two hundred feet long and thirty feet aeross.

How do you propose deali ng with this. Nothing at all--except for the Doctor scribbling figures on a scrap of paper. `well.' `. And you. staring in to the distance.' said Mike. the energy has to go somewhere. Mike. Sergeant. so the food and stuff gets cold.' said the Doctor. i t takes heat from the inside. and when the gas is compressed again. The others were just sitting or standing around. thank you.' The door opened and Bert's cheerful round face appeared. I'll admit.' said the Doctor... `That's no t exactly how it works. sitting down and starting to make some calculations on a scruffy piece of paper that had fallen from one of the books. if there .. As it is.. so that radiator thing at the ba ck of the refrigerator gets warm!' Sergeant Benton beamed with pleasure at his o wn cleverness. this Dæmon?' `Well. `Mind if I clear away?' `No.' In he cause to clea r the table and do a little spying on behalf of the Master...`If you lose mass. but I can't say that you've convinced me. slowly. Oh well. So it's lost as heat' `I thin k I see. He spoke to Jo. That was delicious. I think we can attack him through this very physical effect he's produ ced-.. no. `It's like the gas in a 'fridge. When it expands. it would be a hopeless task. nothing was happening. it gives heat off. go right ahead.the Brigadier's heat-barrier.' Miss Hawthorne was not looking quite so sure of herself as before. ' `Like anything else?' `No. it all sounds very plausible .. but it's a very good comparison. `Well done. if it were magic we were facing. But to his chagrin. `Well.

Q.' The familiar feeling of frustration the Brigadier so often experi enced when dealing with the Doctor began to creep .. In the first place.Q. `Lethbridge S tewart. Over. not to mention his Mobile H. Very good.' Instead of the formal `Wilco' from Yates which the Brigadier expe cted. That must be the chur ch. you c ould provoke the most terrible reprisals. `Greyhound Two. okay.P. Strike Command. there was a scuffling noise. `Osgood!' `Yessir?' replied his technical Sergeant. you'll do no such thing! Of all the idiotic plans. In the second place. You'd bett er get everybody evacuated to the cellars.was nothing to report. Looked peaceful enough. and in the third place.. He lowered the glasses and pulled out his walkie-tal kie. Over.A. followed by the Doctor's voice. Right? Over. `Anything from Strike Command yet?' `N ot yet. W ith a squad of troops and a few vehicles. sir. Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart felt considerably less naked. At least he could get on with his work. I have a bette r idea. even this infernal heat-barrier. Report when the operation's complete.' `That you.' The Brigadier stepped down from the van and raise d his binoculars. there was nothing to report.. who was in charge of all the complicated electr onic equipment carried in the Mobile H. Yates? Now listen. I'm in touch with the Artillery and R. and stared across the invisible barrier. t he energy released could only strengthen the barrier. he fel t ready to tackle anything. We're going to blast o ur way in.' `Mm.

' T he Brigadier turned towards the van. I should have thought. Sergeant.' `No. turnable to the frequency of an air-molecule at. Installed last week. `Osgood!' he bellowed. looking more worried than ever.' said the Brigadier. there?' `Of course. shrugged helplessly. what you said earlier. who. no.' `Yessir.. wide-band-widthvariable-phase-oscillator with a negative-feedbac k circuit. We'll build a diathermic energy exchang er. `Have we got a. what is it?' he snapped. Doc tor. Is your technical fellow there?' `He's listening. `Oh. very well.. The oscillating feed-back bit.F. How hot's the barrier? Over. Do you hear? Over.. a Mark IV A condenser unit? It's new a pparently.Q. Brigadier?' The Brigadier looked enquiringly at Sergeant O sgood. no.. `then I can solve your p roblem--and maybe ours into the bargain. Yes.' replied the Doctor.. Over. what IS the temper ature of the barrier.' he . Tell him to build an E. `I'm not going to stand here like a sp are lemon waiting for the squeezer.' `Right then. Doctor we have..over him. Over.H.' The irrita tion in the Doctor's voice was quite clear even through the distortion of the ti ny speaker.' `Good.' `With the new Mark IV A condenser unit?' `Hang on. `I'm sorry.' `It's a simple enough question. `we've no idea what you're talking about. `Well.' `Have you got the Mobile H. Don't go away.' `Excellent. Osgood's worried fac e appeared at the door.

said Sergeant Benton. but how much better for the sheep to run in to the pen of their own accord. will you?' `I'll be there in ten minutes. `as if blowing things up solves anything. And since he is your superior officer. `Of al l the idiotic plans. `All right.' `Make it five.' said Tom Wilkins.' said Bert. okay. Are you coming?' and he swept out.. Doctor. the Master had at last got the audience on his side. Out. should demean myself so. slammed down the 'ph one and hurried out of the study. the thought came again a happy slave is an efficient slave. no. got that. Don't do anything until I get there. we'll try it your way. Of co urse he could compel them to follow. . no thanks.. the Master. Bert carried the loaded tray back to the kitchen and hurried straight t o the telephone. `F ools! Rabble!' he thought to himself. every trick of the demagogue. `Er.' But then. U nderstand?' The Brigadier sighed. By using every ounce of practised charm. `that I.' said Jo.' he said.' The Doctor handed the walkie-talkie back to Mike and picked up his cloak. `Right. yo u might show him a little respect. `I'll have to come out and explain. `The Brigadier. but definitely subdued Jo Grant followed him. But get a move on. `Are you sure there's nothing else I can get for you. A slightly rebellious. `is doing his best to cop e with an almost impossible situation.' The Do ctor looked at her severely.said.

`Mr. however.' he was saying. Vicar. he inclined his head and listened to Tom's whispered report.`You have chosen wisely.' said Winstanley. `What's all this about submission and obedience? You said we were going to rul e. `Ver y well then. `Everything is possible if you follow me. `Well.. Coming swiftly down to Wilkins. `the world can be yours.. if you would be to good as to leave. All I ask in return is your submission.' he resumed. Very well. In those few short moments he had lost them. Thi s little demonstration of power did not go unnoticed by the audience.. I will give you another choice: serve me or I shall destroy you!' A shock of fear. silencing the angry buzz of chatter.. I should be grateful. who found it not at all to their liking. Tom Wilkins pushed his way throug h to the front. `I think th is meeting is at an end.' `Yes? What is it? Why do you interrupt me?' `I t's that Doctor. walking down the stairs. having murmured a word or two of orders. he st ood upright and another snap of his fingers sent Tom scurrying for the door. you can keep it. Then..' The Master's patience snapped.' .' The Master snapped his fingers irritably to stop any further indiscretion. At this moment. `You rule! You are but dust beneath my feet ! You refuse my offer. It was the Squire who found the voice of the meeting . Magister. if that's your brave ne w world.. your obedience to my will!' No o ne spoke for a long moment.. he meant it. You can be the rulers! I offer you the world!' A great round of applause gr eeted his peroration..

Bok raised a twisted claw.' the Master continued.. and Bok. he uttered curious chattering noise f rom the back of his throat. landed at the Master's side. Go and enjoy yourselves. `Today is May Day. Cel ebrate the festival with your families. crouching balefully at his side. like a shower of gemstone s..The Master smiled. ' And he laid a kindly hand on the head of the faithful Bok. The Master snapped his fingers yet once more and pointed at the Squire. Throwing back his head. I shall send for you. a puff of smoke--and the Squire had disappeared. The Mast er spoke into the sudden silence. the stone gargoyle. in whose face anger. nobody did. vaporised. . When I need you. `Thank you. `It does my hea rt good to know that I have such a willing band of followers!' He looked round t he room and smiled benevolently. amazem ent and terror could all be seen. `Is there anyone who agrees with the Squire?' Not surprisingly. Almost immediately the immense stained-glass window shattered into a hundred thousand splinters of colour. There was a flash o f red fire.

this time! Jo was quite right. Miss Hawthorne. however. h e was almost certainly . For the moment. Right.' he thought. as Sergeant Be nton carried the large pile of books through the door. but first. Brain was the thing. should the occasion arise. where the UNIT helicopter was standing patient ly chewing the cud. Mike Yates closed the door behind them and watch ed. but still. following him out. Blowing things up was no way to solve a problem. where had they got to? Where as the enemy? Ah.' she said. `and I don't suppose it'll be the last. `what n ow?' He and the Sergeant had been ordered by the Brigadier to `stay put and keep your eyes peeled'. not brawn. and out onto the green. who was th e enemy? The Master or the Dæmon? Both of course. this was a good chance to have ano ther go at thinking things out--without going to sleep. he seemed to be st uck here with no particular job to do. `Well.8 The Second Appearance `But are you sure you can manage?' said Miss Hawthorne anxiously.' `You're a very courageous young man . where was he? According to Miss Hawthorne's story. as the big Sergeant and the wiry little spinster crossed the middle of the green. even if they managed to sort out the Master--and that was a big enough job in itself--they would stil l have to face the Dæmon. as he turned back into the room. ` Not the first time I've had a bit of a punch-up. So. said the Sergea nt. an order which he had every intention of interpreting very l iberally. smiling through the window. So.

as he rushed out and ran across the grass to cut him off . a thin wiry individual with a ferrety face. It was like fighting an automaton . a robot. Too late. As the reache d it. He crashed to t he ground and for a few vital seconds lay there. Mike put on a spurt and managed to reach the chopper just as man started to clamber aboard. ignored him. riding up onto the grass. Still he cert ainly knows how to handle that motor-bike. it took off. Staggering to his feet. coming to a skid stop and running straight towards the UNIT helicopt er. the blow sent him flying sideways as if he weighed nothing. Mike Yates realised with a sudden start exactly what the character on the bike was up to. It was a b low quite outside the normal run of boxing and should have been of little or no use. Mike walked down to the window and looked out a t the church. Wilkins swung round and landed a surprisingly heavy b low. Mike grabbed for the port landing skid as it rose past his fa ce--and . though a little shaken. senseless.' he thought. he was invisible. `Hey!' yelled Mike. if the Doctor' s theory was correct.in the Cavern under the church. he stumbled towards it through the gale of wind raised by the flying rotors. then? Well. He recovered to hear the roar of the helicopter engine. apart fr om the danger. Why not go and have a look. The effect on Mike Yates was devastating. fought back. Connecting with the side of his h ead. Mike Yates pulled him out. straight at the chin. Mike. `Here's a character in a hurry. the Dæmon was about as big as a grain of sand. One. Wilkins drew back his right hand and swung it like a club. two. for all pract ical purposes. there was the added difficulty that at the moment. three. seeking inspiration. He seemed quite impervio us to the heaviest blows Mike could muster up. The fellow ought to have been out for the count. The man.

upping and downing. and the end of the world and all?' `Oh. as they rattled away over the cobblestones outside `Tire Clove n Hoof'. She co uld never be cross with him for long. O nly five miles. In less than half a minute from the time of the helicopter taking off. of course. Jo ignored him. `I should put on your safety-be lt. Rolling to his fee t. But that' s not now. the Brigadier had said. he stared frantically around the green--and espied the mot or-cycle. faltered and he fell to the ground. all in a movement. `You must be very sure this idea of yours will work. suspended ten.' he said. abandoned by Wilkins.. This meant that although he was only five miles away from the village on the map--the shortest line between the two points--poor Bess ie had over ten miles of twisting and turning. weakened by the recent blow.. His grip. yes. `I was sin ging because. because the sky is blue. . Jo. Suddenly Jo realised that the Doctor was singing a jolly little song.. `You sound happy. oh.. It wasn't as if he'd be going fast and it wasn't far. on the road approaching Devil's End from the s outh-east. Jo still fe lt hurt at the way the Doctor had spoken to her. The beginning of the trip in Bessie was a little icy. the Brigadier had establi shed himself and his Mobile H. Unfortunately. over the downs..' she said. Captain Yates was on the bike and away on a seemingly imp ossible chase.Q. I suppose. even before s he got to the comparatively straight road across the downs.' The Doctor looked surprised.' 'But the Dæmon. The weeks of ca reful parachute training every UNIT agent had to undergo had taught him how to f all correctly or he would have inevitably have broken a bone.found himself off the ground. the end of the world. fifteen feet in the air. She grinned to herself.

Now it started to swing down towards Bessie once more. the sky hadn't been absolutely clear. She looked again and saw that it was the UNIT helicopter. The Doctor started off.' But he wasn't. there he is. `were in for a bum py ride. The Doctor pulled up.. it certainly isn't Mike. obviously to come in again. he'd have taken their heads off. He came down so low that if t he Doctor and Jo hadn't ducked. we'll soon know. Just look at it!' Jo looked.' and she p ointed at Mike on the motor-bike. `Look.' shouted the Doctor.. `Hold on. coming straight towards them.. `Be nton and Yates were supposed to stay in Devil's End. taking a short cut across the moorland. th e Doctor pulled on the wheel and swung off onto the grass.' she cried. She stared round..That would be tomorrow--or this evening--or in five minutes' time. `he's coming in to land. Doctor . And right now .' said Jo. drinking in the blueness.' smiled the Doctor. Look. bumping and rattling across the moor. Then he swept u p in a tight turn. Slowly it penetrated her consciousness that when she had looked to the left of the car. almost cobalt blue overhead fading to a pale greeny duck-egg blue near the horizon. The he licopter had positioned itself for another descent.' As the helicopter plummeted down on an inevitable collision course. becoming the blueness--and suddenly found that she was singing too! `See what I mean.' he said. the sky is blue. Jo. `Who's dr iving that thing?' `Well. `Something must have happened. . and looked again.' `Well. It certainly was blue! A deep.

Mike Yates roared up alongside. `He's handling it like expert!' he yelled to the Doctor, as the bike ran on a parallel course. `Like a man possessed, you mean,' countered the Doctor. `I'll try to draw him off.' `No, Mike, stay back. He's af ter me, not you.' But Mike swerved away from Bessie, pulling out his automatic. Controlling his bike with one hand he started to take highly inaccurate pot-shot s at the helicopter as it started its third attack. At first it looked as if the firing might have frightened the helicopter off, but after a few moments it cam e again--and again--and again... `What's he trying to do?' screamed Jo, as the c ar swerved violently to the left and right, with the helicopter relentlessly in pursuit. `He's trying to drive us into the heat barrier,' shouted the Doctor. `T here it is, dead ahead!' Jo could see, very clearly, the strip of blackened turf crossing the downs which obviously marked the position of the barrier. Now the Doctor stopped zig-zagging and was apparently bent on blowing Bessie up, for he was driving straight for the barrier, the helicopter close behind. `Doctor!' `Ha ng on, Jo. Hang on!' At the last possible moment the Doctor flicked the wheel to the right. Bessie went over on two wheels with a violent lurch, recovered, and ran neatly parallel to the burnt track of the barrier. The helicopter desperatel y tried to follow, but in vain. Meeting the barrier at about fifty feet, it expl oded in a ball of flame.

`We've done it,' Jo shouted the Doctor pulling up the car. But Jo was no longer in the passenger seat. That last swerve had been too violent. Jo had been thrown out. The Doctor reached her at just the same moment as Mike Yates on his bike. She was quite unconscious. The Doctor quickly examined her. If only she had put on her seatbelt! `Is she all right?' asked Mike anxiously. `Nasty knock on the h ead, but that seems to be all. She should be all right,' answered the Doctor. `B etter get her into Bessie and take her back to the pub. She'll need rest and qui et for a bit.' `Okay,' said Mike. `How about you?' `I'd better get across to the Brigadier. He's probably about to burst a blood vessel.' He nodded towards the UNIT vehicles which were visible on the other side of the barrier, about a hundr ed and fifty yards to the north-east. As he helped Mike to lift Jo gently into t he back of the car, the Doctor said, `Look, Mike, you and the Sergeant had bette r stay at the pub. I'm going to need you when I get back.' `Righto.' said Mike. Haring seen them safely on their way, the Doctor climbed on the motor-cycle and set off, bumpety-bump, towards the Mobile H.Q. `Well, Doctor,' said the Brigadie r as he arrived, `twenty thousand pounds of UNIT money gone up in a puff of grea sy smoke.' `You have the mind of an accountant, Lethbridge Stewart,' said the Do ctor as he dismounted. `So, this is your heat barrier, eh?' `It is,' replied the Brigadier. `And if you get any nearer, you'll know it. Watch this!' He picked u p a large stone and

tossed it towards the Doctor standing on the other side of the barrier. As it hi t the invisible barrier, it exploded in a flash of fire. `Even rock,' said the D octor. `Wood, rock, four-inch armour-plate; you name it, we've tried it. It's im penetrable.' `A hasty and probably inaccurate ayessment. Now then, I can't stand about gossiping. Have you enough cable to reach those high-tension pylons over there?' The Brigadier estimated the distance. `Should have, why?' `We'll need at least 10,000 volts to get through the barrier. After that the machine will be c harged sufficiently for what I have in mind.' At the Doctor's request, the Briga dier called Sergeant Osgood over to listen to the explanation. He came, all his worries in abeyance, happily clutching a large pad to take down his instructions from the famous Doctor. `What's the principle of it, sir?' `Negative diathermy. Buffer the molecular movement of air with reverse-phase short-waves.' `Beyond m e,' said the Brigadier. `It's just like a large version of those microwave ovens they use to heat up meat pies, Lethbridge Stewart. Difference is, we'll use it to cool the air down. Quite simple, really.' `Simple,' gasped Osgood, all his wo rries returning. `It's impossible!' `Sergeant Osgood,' replied the Doctor, gentl y, `according to classical aerodynamics, it's impossible for a bumble bee to fly ! Let's get on with it, shall we?'

Young Stan Wilkins, unaware of his uncle's death in the helicopter, gritted his teeth. What was he, a baby then, to be afeared of the dark? Moving quickly to th e first of the candlesticks, he relit the big black candles with their shrouds o f melted wax, trying not to look at the menacing shadows the light conjured from the depths of the Cavern. As he lit more and more candles--about half would do, so Mr. Magister had said--his nerve began to return. Magic! It was difficult to believe that he was mixed up in it. He'd always heard tell of secrets not to be spoken out loud; of the love-spells and recipes for potions, for instance, whic h the girls whispered to each other when the menfolk weren't around--pretended t o laugh at them they did, with their mini-skirts and their perfume, but Stan kne w better. Another thing he knew-- because Bob Woods had told him and she was Bob 's Gran after all--was that when old Mrs. Slenter inherited that £2,000 from her b rother Josiah, it was on account of her having got fed-up waiting and made a lit tle doll of candle grease and christened it Josiah, and then shoved a darning ne edle through its heart. And nobody could deny, could they, that it was his heart killed him? Just stopped. Proof, that was... So when his Uncle Tom said to come along to the coven like, well he'd jumped at it. Get anything he wanted, Tom sa id, when he'd learnt how. Didn't want to kill nobody, though he wouldn't mind ma king old Prune-face jump a bit, putting up the rent like that. His Mam hadn't cr ied so much since Dad died. Last straw, like. No, he knew what he wanted. Just e nough money to put down on a cottage, and a good job so that his Mam wouldn't ha ve to go out scrubbing no more. What was the good of being an apprentice? Learni ng a trade! Huh! Cheap labour for Uncle Tom, more like.

his mind was full of memories of his sometime friend. There. . Learn some of his secrets. Here. The Master. quite pleased with the day so far. to be blown up in that stupid car of his. He shook his head fiercely. `borrowed' the Senior Tutor's skimmer and went on an unauthorised visit to the Paradise Islands. So. If he didn't go. Magister showed up. He smiled. away to the south-east. This was no time for weakness. before Mr. A distant explosion. he quickly sl ipped into the alcove behind him and hid behind the right-hand pillar.He finished lighting the last candle on the Stone of Sacrifice and arranged the ritual vessels neatly on their black cloth. the time the Doctor saved his life by. he would need all his strength and power. It was do ne! It had to be done and now it was done. the time he fooled the High Council of the Time fiords into thinking it was the Doctor who had put glue on the President's perigosto s tick. A very fittin g end for the Doctor. like! Hearing a noise outside the door. an ugly cloud of black smoke rising slowly above the treetops. too. If he was to control his guest.. then he could watch Mr. He'd better get going. Pity about Miss Grant.. The door swung open. She could have been useful in many ways.. Even as he robed himself for the ritual. Just about in time. There it was. The Master' s head swung round. The time they played truant t ogether. The Master's smile faded. walked briskly down the lane leading to the side gate into the churchyard.. hang on a moment. Magister. He turned into the churchyard and wal ked up the path to the vestry door. if he hid somewhere in the Cavern.

The ground was starting to shake now and the . holding the stone pillar... arise at my command! Azal! Azal!' Stan. but they slipped away and were lost in the echoes of the Cavern. He didn't say this lot last night. `Io Evohe!' Now a flash of flame and a puff of coloured smoke.. Stan strained to hear. and clearer: `By the power of the earth. it were just the same as last night.' Why. he thought. this was it! This must be the secret. Now h e was stretching his hands over the Stone of Sacrifice and murmuring in a low vo ice. his own lips moving in sympathy as he caught a famil iar phrase.Good. The boy had carried out his i nstructions well. felt it tremble under his hands. By the power of fire eternal And the waters of the deep. lighting the charcoal for the incense. The Master was now reciting an incantation in some foreign tongue. The air was of a sudden surprisingly cold.. as of a d istant wind. Everything was prepared. By the power of air. even for the dank Cavern . What were he up to? The Master's voice became loud and commanding: `. What was Mr. the M aster's voice louder how.. as he went down into the Cavern. Stan desperately tried to seize hold of the strange sounding words and stow them in his memory. Stan peeped out from behind his pilla r.. He could hear a low soughing. Magister doing? Ah.

. Malelt Tilad Ahyram!' An horrendous crack as of the thunder of hell. `Stop! Go back to the mark! You will destroy m e! No! No!' Stan forced himself to look up. as fascinated as he was terrified. Now it was fil led with terror and supplication. Over the sound of weird shrieking that now echoed round the Cavern. and slowly retreated to the flagstone with the esoteric carving. Stan. throwing Stan to the flo or. The creature hesitated. in the name of the Unspeakable One. covered with shaggy hair like that of a goat. Advancing upon him.. tried to see what manner of fa ce it had. The Master had scrambled to his feet and recovered some of his usual arrogance. he felt a wave of unearthly coldness sweep over into his body and through his bones. No longer was it triumphant. ended in a pair of gigantic hooves. In desperation and despair. Stan again heard the voice of the Master. The Master had evidently been thrown to the ground. `Go back. and the very earth lurched. I say! Azal! I com mand you! Back. The legs. not ten feet away fr om Stan himself. A foul animal over stench made him retch.. but succeeded only in catching a glimpse of an ear. just as he had himself. commanding. were the giant legs of some creature so tall that his head was almost touching the roof of the Cavern.. self-willed.' And the Master uttered a word of such power that once more the ground shook as if the world would crack.temperature was dropping fast. The Master's voice rose in a crescendo as he reac hed the climax of his invocation: `. clinging with his fingernails to the cracks in t he rock floor. an ear almost .

When he spoke at last. unemotionally. that you should give me your kn owledge and your power. `You are mistaken.' said the Dæmon. it was to demonstrate once more his uncanny power.' it said. as the bass tones of the creature's voice were heard for the first time. The Master showed no sign of surprise tha t the Dæmon should have recognised that he was not a native of Earth. but pointed and with a thick coating of hair.' `You are not one of their kind. `Azal. I brought you here. `At last. This was more than the Master expected. I am the Master.. `He has been destroyed' he said. and I require of you.' The Master drew him self up. He liv es. `I charge you. `Tell me why you now call me. That is why I should be their leader. `No.' he rumbled.' It w as a statement rather than a question.' `Whv should I?' `So that I can rule these primitives on Earth and help them to fulfil your plan. `There is another here of your race. A great ru mble. I bid you welcome.' he breathed..' The Master frowned. As the noise and the earthq uake subsided.' There w as a long silence as Azal appeared to digest this proposition.' growled Azal. .human. ` Speak.' `That I know.. Stan struggled to his feet and squatted by the frost-enrimed pill ar. The Master gazed up. `I am superi or to them in every possible way. triumph in his face.

a triumphant malice horrible to see. `I think not.' continued Aral. `But be warned. `then so is he. `I shall appear but once more. ` With your few pitiful grams of knowledge you have summoned me here.. .`If you are superior by virtue of your race.' he said at last. I would speak with him. Azal's growl s subsided. T he Master's face betrayed his disappointment..' replied Azal.. `Then I am to be your choice?' Again the silence. `I do.' Again the Dæmon did not answer at once. there is d anger. bowing respectfully. `You will come again?' he asked fl atly.' The Master was displeased. `Take care.' he said. It was alive with evil glee. `Nevertheless.' Stan couldn't take his eyes from the Master's face.' he said coldly. At length.' he boomed. creature. `I shall consider. `Forgive me. `I claim that which is rightfu lly mine. he spoke slowly and thoughtfully. and your will is stronger.' he said.. I am the last of the Dæmons on this world... But I am not your slave--nor are you immortal!' The Master obviously realised that he had go ne too far. It may be that I shall destroy it and you . Mighty One. The Cavern shook with the anger of the Dæmon. My race destroys its failures and this planet smells to me of failure. `It is true that your mind at least is superior to the mind of man .' continued the Master. Do you still wish me to come again?' The Master took a deep breath.

it's quite clear from Miss .' He turned his at tention back to Sergeant Osgood's contraption. The Brigadier came out of the Mobile Headquarters. and a ppeared to be quite oblivious of the shaking of the ground.' The Doctor stared vaguely over at the churc h. `No. In any case. just at this mom ent. The Doctor was directing Sergeant Osgood in the construction of a complicat ed piece of apparatus almost too big to fit onto the back of a Land Rover. Doctor. Doctor. The Dæmon most have appeared once more. But. `Oh yes. as if in warning. `Doctor!' called the Brigadier. `What's going on?' `Mm?' said the Doctor. man. no! You're trying to ch annel the entire output of the National Power Complex through one transistor! Re verse the polarity!' The Brigadier felt the old feeling of frustration creeping up on him once more. so there is. ` What do you want now.9 Into Danger Even five miles away at the heat barrier Azal's arrival made itself felt. T he jangle of the church bells came faintly across the woods and the downs. looking up abstractedly. that there is earthquake. Lethbridge-Stewart?' `It seems to have escaped your notice . The gr ound swayed like the deck of a small ship as it leaves the shelter of harbour. I need that machine as much as you do. aren't you going to do anything about it?' `I am doing something about it.

and handed the Brigadier a signal.' Sergeant Osgood rightly took thi s to be a dig at him. obviously not believing a word of it. `Just do what you're told.' `Well. `Christmas after next. anyway. sir.Hawthorne's books that the Dæmon always appears three times. you'll blow it. A rough estimate. Sergeant.000 volts through this lash-up. A corporal appeared in the doorway of the Mo bile H. for heaven's sake?' Osgood shrugged. and moved away to sort out the junction boxes ready-for the link-up to t he electricity supply.' `I couldn't agree with you more. `The Doctor knows wh at he's doing. `Right. The Doctor answered for him .' Stung by th is sarcasm..' he said as he read it . Are you ready to link up?' `No. `No w please do your best to concentrate. The Brigadier moved as dose to the Doctor as the heat bar rier would let him. . I should say. of course.' `Yes. `We'd get along much faster if we knew what we were doing.' the Doctor said bitterly.' Osgood. very conscious of the Brigadier's presence. `Do you know what you're doing?' he asked quietly. `Excellent. That's when we could find ourselves in real trouble if we haven't finished this wretched machine. sir. when wil l you be ready. struggled to keep quiet. Osgood. we've fixed it with the electricity wallahs for the power to b e off for fifteen minutes. Osgood could not stop his feelings from spilling over. It's the third appear ance we have to worry about. sir.' replied the Sergeant.' he complained. `If you push 10. Sergeant.Q.' said the Brigadier calmly.

.. Try to relax. `No. This won't hurt . Jo. `I must help him. `He said the danger was in the Cavern. Bert at once helped Mike to take her upstairs.' he said. don't worry!' By this time the inject ion was beginning to take effect. I must he lp him to find the Master.' said Mike. be. `. time to. feebly.The Doctor smiled charmingly. `Take it easy. He disengaged himself and looked anxiously at Doctor Reeves. as she only recently had been injected w ith a powerful sedative by Doctor Reeves.' she moaned..' Mike made her lie down on the bed again. When Mike appeared in the pub carrying the still very woozy Jo.. Now. trying to sit up. `In the Cavern. while M iss Hawthorne and the Sergeant went out to find the busy Doctor Reeves..' Her voice trailed away and Mike felt her r elax.. as he examined her. no. `Just lie still. By the t ime he had been found (visiting Lily Watt's youngest. `as soon as the Doctor gets back..' she gasped.' protested Jo. we'll all go and sort out the Master.!' Doctor Reeves fill ed a hypodermic syringe. `My dear chap.' `But the Doctor.. `I can't wait to find out !' That Jo did not sleep right through the earthquake caused by the appearanee o f Azal was perhaps somewhat surprising. as she weakl y struggled against his firm but gentle grip. but obviou sly suffering the effects of the blow on her head. so that Doc tor Reeves could give the injection. whose measles turned out t o be painted on with a ball-point pen) Jo was apparently quite awake.. there's no.. most go now... my dear. ..

' he said. `I'm goi ng to see what's happening.. How did she come to fall out of the car?' `Well. `So did the Brigadier for that matter.. The heavy sleep induced by the sedative should have lasted for two or three hour s. not to mention herself and the UNIT officers. if not forgotten. with a nightmare fear filling her stupefied mind. climbing shakily out of bed. `It's a long story. but when the house began to shake she was instantly awake. steering him to the door. `A few hours' sleep and she'll be as right as rain. when she heard Mike Yates's voice. you see. He had hypnotised her and had nearly succeeded in making her blow the Doctor up.' she mumbled to herself. she remembered th e first time she met the Master. `You mustn't.' That was Miss Hawthorne.' the physician was saying.' Jo gent ly closed the door.. The 'quake had in fact stopped. They would stop her! Mike had prevented her from going befor e. her fears.`That's better... `The Cavern . `The Doctor did want us to stay here. As the shak ing started to die down. hangi ng on to the pretty flowered curtain to help keep her balance. and stopped as he realised the enormity of the tale he had been about to tell.....' bega n Mike. She shuddered and . `I must get to the Cav ern.' She weaved her way to the door. Doctor Reeves.. sir. were overcome. She opened the door but stopped.' he was saying..' interposed the voice of Sergeant Benton. she wasn't going to give him a second chance. It's too dangerous. As she opened the window. but to J o it seemed that the floor was going up and down like an airliner in bumpy weath er.. sitting up clutchi ng the bedclothes.

. vi a a drain pipe and a handy pile of beer crates. In her confusion she was by now convinced that the Doctor was in the Cavern. he started to turn on the spot like a dog about to sleep.. the stamping of the great hooves making the echoes of the Cavern ring like bells. she must. he would awak en and judge the results of their `experiment'. From here it was an easy climb. Climbing laboriously out of the little dormerwindow. He told of the dead planets of T alkur and Yind where all life had been dispassionately destroyed by the race of Dæmons. He had talked of his centuries-long sleep in the barrow. menaced by the Dæmon and the Master.clutched at the curtain as dizziness overtook her. steering a somewhat erratic course.. Now perhaps it was to be the turn of Earth to suffer the same fate. At len gth. he appeared to become uncomfortable. She must help the Doctor. she slid down the tiles to the flat roof of the garage. to the cobbled yard. she made her may out of the yard to the green and set off. Grimly hold ing on to her senses. aw aiting the time when. could it be. When Azal disappeared again. waiting in abject fear to be seize d by the monster that Mr. she wouldn't let herself remember. which had been b uilt on at the side of the old stone budding. from the Kingdom of Lucifer himself? Anal had continued hi s dreadful warnings. Charging the Master once more to bring `the other not of this planet' before him. Stan was hiding his face. as the last of his race to be left on Earth. No. with a note so low as to be more felt than heard. She was determined to rescue him. on her journey to the churchyard. Magister had conjured up from nowhere--or from the gro und--or.

would see him. Stan at last slipped into merciful oblivion. gasping for h is life. The sweat from his forehead mingled with the cold sweat of his hands and the tears of anguish and terror which forced their way past his c lenched eyelids. Magister's scarlet r obe as it swirled past him. he silenced the Master's protest at his demand to see the Doctor. his body unbearably shaken by the earthquake... and hotter. the heat and the quaking of the earth were by no means so bad. I shall return. The ground began to shake once mor e as the strange noise started again.. it was as far beneath his notice as the presence of a cockroach would have been to the terrified Stan. He heard hasty footsteps across the rocky floor. that strange shrieking like the thousand d iscordant voices of an infernal choir. knew why the Master had been sent away. What unimaginable punishment wo uld be in store for him then? If Azal was in fact aware of Stan's presence he ch ose to ignore it. cou ld it be the Old One himself? . Soon it was so hot that it hurt to breathe. He was alone with the Creature.. `Go no w!' he boomed. The heavy door creaked open. Stan. the slam of its closing echoed through every cell of S tan's quivering body. `lest the manner of my leaving should strike the very breath from your body.. Outside the C avern. the high wind that sprang up at the same time made it impossib le .Stan shrank back behind his pillar of stone. With the bellow of an angr y bull. all hope. He buried his face in his hands and waited. in the churchyard. Stan could feel it getting hotter. all courage gone..' Stan caught a glimpse of Mr... More likely... However. and hotter. his throat and his lungs tortured by the searing heat. His mind battered by the sound. convinced that this creature.

She pushed herself violently away from the wall. as unconscious as the poor be nighted Stan. Staggering this way and that. Still bemu sed by the blow on her head and Doctor Reeve's injection. `Elementa ls!' she thought with terror. she realised that t he tendrils of the ivy were squirming under her fingers like a fistful of serpen ts. Suddenly. remembering Miss Hawthorn's description of the att ack on the Sergeant. she soon collapsed. Larger ones seemed to be reaching out to clutch her by the throat. Swept bodily sideways against the ivy-covered wall bordering the lane.for Jo Grant to stay on her feet. . in the long grass under the old elm in the corner of the churchyar d. she had no strength le ft to resist the hammering of the unnatural wind. her legs buckling beneath her. she clutched at the branches of the creeper in an effor t to hold her own against the pressure of the air.

Large tendrils of ivy were reaching out to clutch Jo by the throat. It obviou sly had no chance at all of being any . where Sergeant Osgood was desperately assembling various pieces of equipment into what seemed to him an electronic hotch-potch... Once more the distant clanging of the bells of the church caught the attention of the grou p at the heat barrier.

' mid the Doctor. that's the whole poi nt.' sighed the exasperate d Doctor. or in coping with this monster.' he went on resignedly. The goat isn't a particular ly favourite animal of mine at the best of times.. can't you. Lethbridge Stewart?' A glance at the bla nk expression on the Brigadier's face gave him his answer. `Really. `I still don't understand how you lock the pulse-generator to the feed-back circui t.help in either getting them through the barrier. `Wait. `th is getting a bit monotonous. whatever it was. Sergeant. hesitantly.. `I'll explain once more. `You can tell him. The Sergeant blinked his eye s.' cried Osgood. Doctor. `that might have been better put.' grunted the Doctor.' the Doctor interrupted. oh dear.' He revved the engine impatiently.' he said.. `Er..' said the Doctor. then?' `Dear. `Hm. `I'd better get back. `Well. They'll never be in phase!' `Well. `Surely you can get the thing working now.. frowning..' . Sergeant Osgood stood up. as he crossed to the motorbike. `Oh very well then.' he began. but at the moment.' said the Brigadier. oh dear.' Mike Yates struggled to his feet as the 'quake died away. `You'll just have to.' `We'll be after you in two shakes of a billy goat's tail. His next appearance could mean disaster... bleary with concentration..' he s aid. of course they won't.' `How do you do it. `He's going. Doctor. suppressing his irritation with difficulty.. `we may have very littl e time left...' He kicke d the engine into roaring life. and rubbed the back of his aching neck. And please listen this time.

' `She's gone out through the window. We'd have seen her. turned to Mike. s tay where you are. her gentle knight. I take your point. `Er..' Suddenly he realised. Miss Hawthorne's eyes softened as they rested on her brave rescuer. `But that's impossible.' . `Still. severely settling her p ince-nez into their accustomed position. `No. blushing. Mr. I'm going after her. grinned at himself for knock ing on the bedroom door --as if she could answer. ma'am?' asked Serge ant Benton. anyway!--and went in.' said Miss Hawthorne.' he said to himself as.' said Miss Hawthorne. `But where on earth could she have gone?' he thought.' he quickly info rmed the others.' `I'll go.' she trilled. `she surely wou ldn't try to get to the Doctor . `The lit tle idiot.' said B enton eager to escape the embarrassment of Miss Hawthorne's presence. `Jo's gone. too sweet of you to ask!' Benton. at a glance.. It was at once clear how she'd got out of the room and down to t he ground. who was busy comb ing her even more than usually wild hair. `h ow too. Of course! He turned a nd ran out of the room and down the rickety stairs.' said Yates.' Mike ran lightly up the stairs.. never mind an i tsy-bitsy earthquake. `According to Docto r Reeves she'd go on sleeping if the house collapsed around her. Yates. no. do yo u think we ought to check on Miss Grant. he took in the empty bed and the curtains flapping gently in the May Day breeze.. `Are you all right.`It's no joking matter. He hastened to the open window and looked out. yes indeed. her Prince Charming. sir?' he suggested. `we've been here the whole time. `Thank you.

Magister? ' . Cautiously he stood up and crept across the Cavern and up the ste ps to the door. Magister was in the vestry.`But do you know where she is?' asked Benton. sir.' answered the Sergeant. `And do the job properly. and hurried out. Apart from a lingering smell--an anim al smell--there was nothing to indicate that he had been through anything but a hideous dream.' `But what if I can't find him. It was empty. She's gone to the Cavern under the church!' `Oh.. well. As he put his hand on the great iron handle. `As so as the Doctor gets back. His hand touched the rough stone pillar and at once memory came flooding back. `But do be careful . and with it his fear. puzzled.' went on Mike.' `Not if I can help it. talking to someone. lumpy though it was? He gingerly moved an arm. well. no!' gasped Miss Hawthorne. Stan carefully sat up and peeped into the Cavern. All was quiet now and the intolerable heat had died away. Don't go copping it like I did. Right?' `Right. dropping a handful of hairpins. Voices! M r. `there's more to that young man than I thought.' Stan Wi lkins woke up. `I know all right. firmly subduing erran t lock of wispy hair. Why was his cheek resting on cold rock instead of on his friendly old pillow. The Doctor's been in my way far too long. he froze. `Well.. `tell him what's happened.' returned the Captain.' said Miss Hawthorne.

Magister. . A guilty thrill ran through him as it came to him that he was the only one. taking grateful gulps of cool fresh air . to speak with Azal alone. I'll do my best. and escaped to the churchyard. Cautiously he opened the creaking door. bar the Magister himself. It would be ver y interesting to see who came to the `full ceremony' whatever that might be. as he listened to the sound of first the main vestry door and then the bac k door which opened onto the Vicarage path. Next time I shall use the full ceremony. It should be safe by now. Now that his terror was rapidly becoming nothing but a memory. then anybody he met might be.' So Bert was a member of the coven too! Stan stood for a moment digesting the fact.That sounded like the landlord of `The Cloven Hoof'. `You know.' `Right. Yes. though it was fun ny to hear the cocky Bert Walker soundittg so uncertain of himself. the Dæmon. I shall need every ounce of power I can summon up.. Pass the word.. Walker. Magister . I was foolish. `Make sure y ou do. It might ea sily have ended in total disaster.' `Very good. crossed the vestry. very foolish. If Bert was a member. that's what Azal had called himself.. run ning down the path and across the green. and he'd never known it. Stan realised that he wanted to come himself. to have seen the. but then he heard the Master's voice once more.' For a moment. Anybody in the village. he could recognise the fascination the w hole thing held for him. Wit h a shock. If I am to control Azal. Every po ssible member of the coven must be present.. Stan thought that they had both left the vestry. that did.

and it com es out here.. he watched as Bert. little more than a boy. but I'm sure the Sergeant has got it straight now .' he thought.' `Good grief. `. Nothing. `Than k you. That gun he'd bee n carrying.' said the Brigadier. Cradled in the aromatic grass. with a badly concealed air of urgency. `Here goes. quite unaw are that her would-be rescuer had passed by not three feet away. Jo Grant peacefully dreamed of childhood holidays in the springtime.As Mike Yates came through the side gate of the churchyard he w the vestry door starting to open.' exp loded the Doctor. Doctor. I think.. whatever woul d the respectable landlord of a village pub be doing with a rifle? The problem w as pushed to the back of Mike's mind as the vestry door swung open yet again and a spotty youth. Frankly I d idn't understand a word of it.. . `Right. Mike emerged from his hiding place and made his wa y through the long grass back to the path. shot out and away.. More like a rifle.' The Doctor pointed to the bottom of the enormously complicated cir cuit diagram he had scratched in the sandy soil with the point of a stick. It didn't look like a shotgun. Diving for cover behind the old elm tree. sir. half walked and half ran down the main pa th to the green. After forcing himsel f to wait a few minutes more. Mike suppressed the tremors in his stomach. jumped into a scruffy old car and drove away. `it's as simple as Einstein's Special Theory of Relativity!' ` We'll manage somehow. `We'll keep our fingers crossed. and in he went.' said the Brigadier hastily. Osgood?' Osgood gulped. and with infinite caution pushed the vestry door open. man. Right. Now. A moment's pause.

. moving towa rds them. `and when you do get the thing finished.' he gasped. I'd better get on to the Electricity fellows. Just got to get a few more bits and pieces. `Sorry. Sergeant.' `Well done. sir. For a moment the Sergeant felt an overwhelming wa ve of nostalgia for the warm sweet smell of his pigeon-loft.Q. h e hurried to the Mobile H.' said the Doctor. Suddenly excited. It was his idea. then. hang on... Osgood resentfully watched the Doctor vanishing across the downs. bring it throu gh the barrier and down to the village at once. Sergeant... Shaking himself cro ssly. He wouldn't find it so flaming easy to understand Osgood's scheme for breeding racing pigeons using cross-linked characteristics like the shape of the flight feathers and the bird's speed. of course! Absurdly simple... the Sergeant pulled out his pad and started sketching possible ways of doing it. The man was just a. All very well for him to be as superior.' he said. How could it be? The two things were entirely different.' and away he roared on the power ful bike.. he tried once more to concentrate on the faint scratchings ten feet away a cross the heat barrier.' He turned away and caught sight of a group of soldiers lab oriously unrolling a heavy cable. nearly knocking over the Brigadier. the Doctor had said. of course he understood it . The Brigadier sighed.' beamed the Brigadier. `knew I could rely o n you. Put them on standby. `At the double there!' he shouted.`Good. if you took th e oscillator signal through a series of tuned circuits.. Why hadn't he seen before? Almost running. What was it about the pulse-generator? Analog ous to the principle of the laser. `You know. Now.' . then. Of course. `but I'm on the track of it at last. `sometimes I wish I worked in a bank.

.. Osgood. But at least it would show if he was on t he right lines. `An hour. Keep the wretched thing switched off.It seemed no time at all before the Sergeant had fitted then new components. At l east!' he said ruefully. Bert settled himself comfortably into the bracken and c hecked his gun. cheerfully. you see. sir. `It's not quite right yet. too little power for that. sir.' said Osgood. `Sergeant!' bellowed the Brigadier from the doorway of the van . but even on the battery it's really pumping it out! It's a sort of controlled resonance principle. sir.' `Sorry. there was a loud bang and a puff of smoke.. Full magazine.' r eplied the Sergeant. `Sir?' `Is it you making that horrible racket on the radio? Can't get a thing through. one up the spout. of course. Almost at once. safetycatch on. Now for a first test! Not on the heat barrier. `Must finish the tests!' `How long are you going to be befo re you've got it ready?' `Matter of minutes.' `Yes! Yes! I'm testing. The air's thick with it. sir. `I'v e really got the hang of it now!' His face disappeared behind the odd-looking co ntraption. I can't..' `Never mind the mumb o-jumbo. The blacke ned and disappointed face of the Sergeant slowly reappeared. Like being back in the army. Bert cocked his hat over his eyes to keep out the sun and peered a long the . This is fascinating!' Sergeant Osgood's happy face appeared over the top of his machine . you see. The y just seemed to fall into place.

Ah! That really was a hit! The Doctor had somersaulted off the bucking bike and had landed on his back.. It was almost too easy. The smell of the warm earth took him back even further to soft Wiltshire nights. making for the woods. Bound to come down it. No fool. Jolted back to the present moment by the a pproaching sound of a motor-cycle. Went down fine with a bit of red-currant jelly.winding road below him. poaching or the Winstanley Estate when he was a young 'un. His broad back filled the sight of the rifle. raised the rifle to hi s shoulder and fired. Going straight. like. cloak flying. He was up already and running like an Olympic sprint er for the cover of the trees. hare did. Bert slipped the safety-catch. let alone rabbit and hare. as he leaned from side to side down the bends of the hil l. All scruples forgotten. he was. No. Got him! He'd swerved off the road onto the green. Once more Bert took aim but this time he fired at the rear tyre of the bi ke. Lik e target practice--or shooting a pheasant on the nest. Goin g to kill a man? Whatever had come over him that he should even think of such a thing? Around the corner came the figure of the Doctor. mus t have missed him. Bert stared at the rifle disbelievingly.. B ert smiled and lovingly squeezed the trigger. this D octor. hair strea ming in the slipstream. Many a pheas ant he'd had off the old Squire. . wasn't he? Only way off the downs .

1O The Third Appearance `Missed him? How could you have missed him?' The Master's face, usually so contr olled, twisted in anger. `I'd swear he read my thoughts,' replied Bert, desperat ely seeking a way to avert the wrath he expected. `Just as I pulled the trigger, he darted off to the right. When I'd realised what had happened, he'd gone. And by the time I'd got after him...' `Yes, yes, yes. Excuses waste time.' The Mast er had regained his usual coolness. `The important thing is: where is he now?' ` Well... I lost him in the woods, you see. I expect he's on his way back to the v illage.' The Master smiled malevolently. `I expect he is,' he said. `Then we mus t see that he's given a suitable welcome! Mustn't we?' Sergeant Benton was not u sed to feeling helpless and frustrated. In his experience, most worries soon dis appeared if you did something about them. Didn't seem to matter much what you di d. Move into action and in the long run things would sort themselves out. And he re he was, stuck in this blooming pub, under order not to move except in the dir est emergency, with Miss Hawthorne as his only companion. Miss Hawthorne, who se emed to have taken a fancy to him; Miss Hawthorne who treated him with an exaspe rating mixture of exaggerated deference and the sort of bossy affection you woul d expect her to lavish on a pet poodle. And to top it all,

there seemed to be something wrong with communications. He'd tried to contact th e Brigadier to tell him about Miss Grant and the Captain, but there'd been so mu ch interference that he'd given up the attempt. Pacing up and down the room like a wild animal in a cage, he tried to work out the best thing to do. At least he was free of Miss Hawthome's chatter for a while The longer she stayed in the ki tchen, the better. Gave him a chance to have a bit of a think. Now then. If he w ere to go after Captain Yates he might miss the Doctor when he came back. If, on the other hand, he scrounged some transport and went to the heat barrier, he mi ght be letting the Captain down. Angrily he pulled out his walkie-talkie. Maybe the dratted thing would have cleared itself by now. `Hello, Trap Two, hello Trap two. Do you read? Over?' `Trap Two', the call-sign for the Mobile H.Q., remaine d obstinately silent Or if it replying it was drowned in the heavy static. Bette r try the Brig's personal call-sign. `Hello, Greyhound. Hello, Greyhound. This i s Greyhound Three. Do you read. Over?' Again, nothing could be heard above the i nterference. No, wait! Wasn't that a voice? The Sergeant strained to catch it. W as it or wasn't it? Ah! There it was again... `I've brought you a nice cup of te a, Sergeant. I do hope you like China.' Benton was jerked out of his concentrati on with an almost physical jolt. Miss Hawthorne, smiling archly, was standing in the doorway with a tray in her hands. `There seemed to be nobody about,' she we nt on, `so I took the liberty of boiling a kettle myself.' `Oh, for Pete's sake, ' snapped Benton, shaken out of his usual courtesy. Miss Hawthorn's eyes widened .

`What's the matter? Don't you like tea?' `Look, Miss Hawthorne. Something's gone badly wrong. We've no idea what's happening to Miss Grant or the Captain; the D octor should be back here by now; I can't get through to the Brigadier--and you' re nattering on about tea!' Miss Hawthorne smiled placatingly. `You must learn t he art of waiting, Sergeant,' she said as she carried the tray carefully across the room and set it on the table. `The Doctor will come. Or else he won't. And t hat's all that can be said. Now then, milk or lemon? I shan't let you have any s ugar. It's bad for the teeth--not to mention the nerves!' Benton suddenly grinne d. She was right, of course. `Okay, Miss Hawthorne,' he said,'you win.' Giving a n approving nod, she started to pour the tea. `Greyhound Three. Greyhound Three. Gome in please. Over.' The unmistakable tones of Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart f illed the room. Benton grabbed his walkie-talkie. `Hello, Greyhound. This is Gre yhound Three, receiving you loud and clear. I've been trying to raise you, sir. Terrible interference. Over.' `Yes, well, the less said about that the better. I 'm seizing the opportunity of a lull to have a quick word with the Doctor Over.' `Sorry, sir. I don't quite understand. Over.' `What's the matter with you, Bent on? I want to speak to the Doctor. Will you put him on please? Over.' `But... I thought he was still with you, sir. Over.' `No, he left here oh, a good forty mi nutes ago. Hasn't he turned up yet? Over.' Sergeant Benton suddenly felt very wo rried. It was all very well to be philosophical, but anything could have happene d. `No, sir,' he replied. `Not a sign of him. Do you suppose he's all right, sir ?Over.'

The Brigadier sounded equally concerned. `Maybe he's piled up that wretched moto r-bike...' `Want me to go and look for him, sir? Over.' There a long silence. Be nton spoke once more. `I say again, shall I lave a shufti round, sir? Over.' `Ye s, yes, I heard you, Sergeant I was thinking. Better give him a bit longer. And if he does turn up, tell him we're running into a bit of trouble with our... our feed-back phasing is that right, Osgood? Yes, that's it, Benton. Tell him will you? Greyhound out.' Before Benton could speak, the a as filled with the same im penetrable interference as before. `I didn't tell him about the others,' he said , `I mean, let's face it, Captain Yates should have been back with Miss Grant ag es ago--and now the Doctor seems to have disappeared as well.' `More waiting, I' m afraid, Sergeant,' said Miss Hawthorne, sipping her tea. `Not on your life, Mi ss Hawthorne,' said Benton, decisively. `I'm going to have a nose around that Ca vern.' `Look what happened last time,' said the white witch, putting down her cu p. `It would be much better if you were to stay here and wait for the Doctor. I' ll go and look for the others. After all, I can claim a modicum of experience in such matters.' `I'm sorry, ma'am. No offence, but you'll do as you're told.' He crossed to the window and looked out. `Anyone in sight, Sergeant?' `Not a soul. They're keeping under cover, and I can't say I blame them Tell the Doctor where I've gone, will you?' As he moved to the door, Miss Hawthorne held up her hand. `Wait... listen...' she said.

The Morris dancers finished their dance and there w as a moment of absolute stillness. their ri bbons flying. thank you. joining her at the window. `What is it?' breathed the Sergeant. headed by the traditional dancers of the Morris. his unruliness contrasting with the formality of the figures traced by the dance rs themselves. danced the dance of the quarter-staff. the clack-clack-clack of wooden stave s. `Charming. Taking hold of a ribbon eac h they awaited their moment. the thin piping of a tin whistle. Now a group of villagers had formed a circle round the Maypole in the middle of the green. We always have the Morris dancers on May Day. `One! Two! Three!' A distant voice floated ac ross the green.. the tinkling of fairylik e bells. their bells and their staffs. Behind the performers a band of villagers both young and old stra ggled unevenly.' said Miss Hawthor ne. if you ask me. Queen of the Fairies. `It's the Morris dancers. their bells a-tinkle. `Don't you think so?' `Round th e twist.' Round the far corner a li ttle procession appeared. The Morris men. He'd got qu ite enough on his plate. okay. t o the frenetic wail of the pipe. `It's M ay Day.' answered Benton. Everybody in sight sprang into violent action. come to pay her respects to the awaken ed Dæmon. I f this was Titania. Equipped w ith the ancient jester's bladder on a short stick this Paper-Man capered round..Sergeant Benton stopped. with their hats and ribbons. . Leading them was the piper and a squat raggedy character apparently made of bits of torn paper. Just as long as she kept out of his way. `Morris dancers!' exclaimed the Sergeant. prepared by now to believe anything. let her come.' said Miss Hawthorne. Carried on the May Day breeze.

the tall figure of the Doctor was instantly recogn isable. I'm in a great hurry. The dancing stopped. `What's going on?' said Benton. I'm going out to him. who was jumping round him. jigged and jogged in time to the irresistible lilt of the whistle. `All par t of the tradition.' It was the Paper-Man who answered. like a gleeful chimp. clutching his arm. `Hey.' And from inside his ragged paper coat he produced a small but dangerous looking automatic. Struggling through the swirling bodies. Magister. urged on by the ubiquitous Paper-Man and his bladder. bringing out his own gun.' `Wait! ' The peremptory tone of the white witch was so full of authority that Benton au tomatically obeyed. All eyes turne d to look at the Doctor. `Here. in the unmistakable tones of Bert Walker. `Now really! Please get out of my wa y.' said Benton grimly. belabouring him wi th his jester's bladder.Round and round went the Maypole dancers. The music had died away. Doctor. Smiling genially at t he PaperMan. weaving their ribbons into an intricat e lace of colours. the Doctor's voice could be clearly heard. Even the spectators. `N o!' said Miss Hawthorne. I'm sure you don't want to disappoint us--or Mr. a staff just happened to be i n his path. In the silence. look! There's the Doctor!' exclaimed the Sergeant with relief. imprisoned in a ring of quarter-staffs. . `You're being invited to join our May Day revels. he seemed to find himself by accident in the middle of the Morris ring--and each time he moved to escape. I suppose. Soon he was near to the Morris dancers themselves.

' said Benton. The Sergeant to ok no notice but threw open the door. `There are too many of them. wrenching himself free and making f or the door.From inside his ragged paper coat he produced a small but dangerous looking auto matic. `The Doctor needs help. There .' cried Miss Hawthorne.

Without even a groan.stood one of the larger Morris dancers. the man moved with the agile ferocity of a wildcat. `In such situations. Although Benton managed to ho ld him off for a while. Her method of fighting proved considerably more effective than Benton' s. while Benton's ripost es time and again connected with empty air. in s pite of his size. His other hand gra sped the staff and with a mighty pull overbalanced the burly Morris dancer so th at he staggered through the door. diving into the handbag and producing a large crystal ball. swinging it in a wide arc to meet the Morris man's head with a curiously he avy thud. But her air of helplessness was deceptive. Fro m his years of training. The fight that followed was very nearly as one-sided as Mike Yates's battle with Wilkins on the village green. Benton looked down at him in astonishment. she seized her handbag and leapt to his aid. The Sergeant went for his gun but the man had recovered himself and with the precise toe of the practised dancer he sent it sl iding out of reach. the outcome's a certai nty!' . `Your what?' `That's right. the man crumpled at the knees and limply slid to the fl oor. sending the gun flying from his hand. Blow after stinging blow found its mark. Miss Hawthorne displayed the handbag dangling from her wrist. Even the occasional blow that landed seemed to have no effect. With a swift sidestep. Seei ng that her dear Sergeant wa weakening. he brought his st aff crashing down onto Benton's wrist. `I hit trim with my ret icule. the Sergeant's reaction was instant. `What happened?' he asked. Miss Hawthorne hovered on the fringe of the combat ut tering shrill cries of distress.' she said.' she said.

Held firmly by f our of the largest of the locals and with Bert's gun held within inches of his f ace. `I am the only one who has a chance of s topping him. Wh y. Magister will protect you. Most of them. Miss Hawthorne stopped him once more. `You're all making very grave mistake. His best hope. Magister is planning t o make you all his slaves. `Slaves! He most be crazed to think you'd believe that.`Very handy. he said... he had no chance of a surprise escape. Several o f the villagers were obviously ready to hear more.' A murmur of approval came from his listeners. He's a black witch!' . I know those people well. raising his vo ice so that as any as possible could hear his words.. you know that Mr. care for you--aye. was to talk them out of it.' `So? They've still got the Doctor. `T his foolishness most stop!' cried the Doctor urgently. They're not really wicked. anywa y. Magister will bring disaster on us all. I tell you. `It's up to us to show them how mistaken they are. He is your enemy ... `Mr.' It was use less for the Doctor to struggle as he was bound to the Maypole. `He's lying.' said Benton. Se rgeant. haven't they?' `You can't take them all o n. and give you everything you've ever wanted. `Mr.' `What are you suggesting?' Miss Hawthorne stared earnestly up at him. I'm much obliged to you.. Now listen carefully. picking up his automatic and going towards the door again.' Bert said angrily. He's the enemy. `Please. perhaps.' `Don't listen to him.' The Doctor looked around to see the effect of his words.' he went on.

... tales of neighbour denouncing neighbour. Sudde nly she sat up. the assembly stared at him blankly. Things were going well. from the back came a voice. `That's right. `A witch! And you've always known wha t you should do with a witch.' Bert smiled with satisfaction. And from all sides came an ever increasing chorus. ` I'm no witch." ' Bert looked round his audience as a shudder of delighted fear ran th rough them. Burn him!' it cried. It's Mr. There was a moment of stupefied silence..' He stopped abruptly as one of his guards gave him a hefty backhander across the mouth.. making her head swim. Her fear came bac k with a rush. `A witch. Their old folk still handed down stories. `Burn him. dark tales of witch hunts. haven't you? "Thou shalt not suffer a witch to liv e!" ' The crowd stirred uneasily. the forest dwindling to a patch of long grass.. in the warm silence. `Aye. And anoth er. Struggling to her feet she stumbled on still wobbly legs to the churchyard gate. She must get away. `Burn him! Burn him! Burn him. She could hear t he distant hum of a bumble by. `That's nonsense and he knows it.Quite taken aback at this. some three hundred years old or more they must have been. Magister who. She was looking into the depths of a cool green forest. tal es of torture and death. Do you understand?' con tinued Ben as if the Doctor hadn't spoken. How peaceful it was.. There .' he said loudly. tales of old women taken by night. The Doctor was qu ick to seize the advantage. "Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. `Are you out of your mind?' gasped the Doctor and was s ilenced by a heavy hand. Then . Jo Grant opened he r eyes.' he said.. friends. Then another.

She looked round the Cavern with its flickering shadows.she stopped. The Doctor needs me. she spoke in a tremulous whisper: `D octor! Are you there?' Her heart leapt as a hand was clamped over her mouth and she was pulled back into the darkness of one of the alcoves cut into the cave wa ll. went straight in without a pause. Squatting on his pedestal.' she said. but her still confused mind insiste d that somewhere here. she realised. where could he be? She rounded a pillar--and started back w ith a barely stifled scream. The whole place is alive with boobytraps. `You can say that again. thi s creature from another world. Moving forward again. crosse d to the Cavern entrance and walked down the steps. in this disquieting place. conjured from his fiery realm by the secret arts o f the Master? Almost she turned to run away. `I had to fin d out what's going on. But now. the gargoyle figure . a grotesq ue inanimate carving. this Dæmon? Or was Miss Hawthorne right? Was he rea lly the King of Hell himself. `As idiots go. `Why didn't you stay in bed?' he went on. `I'm an idiot. taking his hand away. stared at her evilly.' she whispered. you'd win a prize coming here. Resolutely turnin g. he was stone once more. she made her way to the vestry door. `They're in and out all the time. Bok. `Ssh!' a voice breathed.' Jo's mind was becoming clearer every second. Where was he. the Doctor needed her. No. `The Doctor's not he re. The Doctor was in danger. He's still with the Brig.' . She wal ked timidly forward.' It was Mike Yate s.' said Mike. She most go to him. But then her resolution falt ered.

the wind died.' continued Mike.. it beca me an unbroken background of hypnotic noise.. She picked one up and passed it to Mike. the Doctor's psionic force fields. ssh!' Pulling her back into the sheltering dark ness of the alcove once more. a small pile of cheap paperbacked guides awaited the coins of the summer visitors. `Here. round-eyed. Instantly there came the sound of a fierce rushing wind and the book was viciously torn into a hundred fluttering pieces. Forming a circle around the Stone of Sacrifice. `It's a trick! It's a horrible conjurin g trick. The door flew open.. he tossed the book onto the ma rked flagstone..' she breathed at last. bearing before him a large and . In the more than silent stillness.' Gauging the distance carefully. elementals. bombs?' `I mean spells.' Jo looked aro und her. Now watch this. `Come on. She said. repeating `Io Evohe! Io Evohe!' over an d over until. `Thanks. The noise cease d on the instant.' answered Yates. where are they?' `All over. the Master. echoing and re-echoing over around the reverberant cavern. they began a low chanting. `Do you think so?' said Mike grimly.' Jo shivered. On a table nearby. As abruptly as it came .`Booby-traps? You mean. `Let' s get out of here before they. `Where. Mike laid a finger on Jo's lips. Into the Cavern c ame a procession of robed and hooded figures. Pass me one of those books. `Remember B enton and what happened to him?' Jo was silent. Jo watched.. descended the steps. once more enrob ed in scarlet.. I'll show you.

as cruel and as ruthless.. the knife of power. as sharp.. A flash of red flame sent a puff of smoke sailing up into the shadows of the high roof. `Nema. so mote it be. her voice lit tle more than an exhalation. oh dark one. he tossed a pinch of incense onto the still glowing charcoal in the thurible.wicked knife with a handle of carved black ebony and a razorsharp blade of the f inest steel. Now the Master picked up t he ritual knife from the Stone of Sacrifice and held it high in the air. Know the blade of blood .. As if this was the signal. This he placed on the Stone of Sacrifice by the ritual vessels. `The Doc'll soon be back--and Benton knows where we are. the chanting began once again : `Io Evohe! Io Evohe. `Don't worry. ' intoned the Master.' responded the coven.' `As my will. It responded with a reassuring squeeze. Bearer of power. but that the coven had starte d to .' As the sonorou s voice rolled round the Cavern.' said Jo. `What does he mean?' she whispered. Ancient and awful.' Jo clutched Mike's hand even harder.' replied Mike in the same tone. the blade of power. the blade of sacrifice. Jo's hand tremblingly looked for Mike's and gri pped it hard.. Mov ing the chalice to one side. Athame. Supreme in artifice.' `Mike. `Sacrifice? Mike! What does he mean?' The panic in her voi ce would have made it sound throughout the Cavern. Know it as my will... the knife of blood. `Hearken to my voice. `Behold this blade. I'm scared.

chant once more, `Io Evohe...' as the Master intoned the secret words of the Gre at Conjuration. `What's he saying? What language is that?' `Ssh!' replied Mike, `I don't recognise it any more than you do.' `It's evil. It sounds all wrong; al l upside down...' The Master was nearing the end of his incantation `...DNAW ONS SA ETIHW 0SAWECE ELFSTIB! MALELT TILAD AHYRAM!' A hooded figure struck a large g ong. As the booming clang resounded through the distant corners of the Cavern, t he dust of centuries-floated down like smoke into the light of the candles. The Master turned to the figure behind him who, diving a hand beneath his black robe , produced a feebly flapping white hen. Squawking an ineffectual protest, it was laid out on the black cloth before the Master. `Azal!' he cried, `we have power over life, thou and I. Accept this life, which I dedicate to thee...' Jo starte d forward. `No!' hissed Mike, grabbing her arm. The Master raised the knife high above his head while two of his acolytes stretched the neck of the chicken, whi ch was now lying quite still as if resigned to its fate. `EKO, EKO, AZAL!' cried the Master, exultantly. `EKO, EKO, AZAL!' responded the coven. The knife starte d to descend, its blade flashing in the light of the multitude of candles. It wa s too much for Jo to bear. Wrenching herself free from Mike's grasp, she rushed through the circle of chanting figures and thrust herself between the Master and the Stone of Sacrifice. `No! No, stop it!' she sobbed. `It's evil! Can't you se e that? It's evil!' Seizing the hapless bird from the hands of its

guardians she held it in her arms as if to protect it from the knife, but it str uggled free and ran clucking to safety. `How very touching,' said the Master, `b ut you see, my dear, you're too late...' He raised his arms once more and stared into the darkness behind Jo. `Azal!' he cried in triumph, `I welcome thee!' Jo spun round. She could feel the unearthly cold, the shaking of the ground and hea r the weird howling which she had experienced the night before. And now she saw the cause. Growing rapidly to a height of over twenty feet, a figure with the le gs of a great animal was stamping the rocky floor with its cloven hooves; its fa ce, with its hooked nose, its cruel eyes, its fanged teeth, was the face of a de vil; while from its brow swept two magnificent goat horns. The Dæmon had appeared for the last time...

11 The Rescue `Are you sure you know what you're up to?' asked the desperately worried Sergean t Benton, as he watched the last few bundles of wood being added to the pile whi ch buried the Doctor's feet. `Of course I do; replied Miss Hawthorne, a trifle a ggrieved `The working of the human soul is my subject, after all. As a witch, I am an expert.' `That's all very well, ma'am,' replied Benton, `but if we wait mu ch longer, the Doc won't care very much either way.' `There is such a thing as t he Psychological Moment, Sergeant,' answered Miss Hawthorne, leaving him at the window and crossing to the door of the pub. `If our plan is to work...' `Hang on ,' broke in the Sergeant, `I think your Psychological Moment's arrived...' One o f the villagers who was standing around the pinioned Doctor, had picked up a sti ck with a bundle of rags tied to the top. Bert Walker, still incongruously dress ed in his costume of torn paper, was pouring something out of a can onto the rag s. Then, striking a match, he lit the rags, which flared up into a smoky torch. `That's it,' snapped the Sergeant. `For Pete's sake get a move on!' `Good luck,' said Miss Hawthorne, and opened the door. `Right, Mr. Thorpe,' said Bert. Follo wed by the fascinated but horrified eyes of the silent people, Thorpe walked tow ards the pyre, where the Doctor awaited his fate, his chin held defiantly high.

`Now,' said Bert. Thorpe stretched out his arm, but before he could actually set alight the pile of wood, a shout from the direction of `The Cloven Hoof' made h is and every other head swing round. `Stop! Stop, I say!' It was Miss Hawthome, her cloak flying out behind her, her arms waving frantically as she ran surprisi ngly fast across the green. `Stop! Or you will bring a terrible retribution upon yourself!' Thorpe stood up, nervously awaiting the arrival of the eccentric fig ure. Her hair, recently disciplined, was asserting its freedom and shedding hair pins around her as she panted to a standstill. She fumbled desperately for her p ince-nez and fastened them precariously back in place. She fixed a birdlike eye on Thorpe. `You would dare to harm the great white wizard, Quiquaequod?' she enq uired. `Wizard?' he said uncertainly. `Take no notice of the old fool,' barked B ert. `You mean... he's a wizard?' said Thorpe, looking at the Doctor. `You would n't listen to me before--and now you're in the power of Mr. Magister. I was prov ed right, wasn't I?' A murmur from the villagers, almost of agreement. Thorpe lo oked wildly around for guidance. A voice came from the back of the crowd: `What are we waiting for? I thought we were going to burn him!' `Quite right, friend,' said Bert, `get on with it, man.' Thorpe lifted the torch. `Wait! Listen to me! ' Miss Hawthorne's voice trembled with urgency. `Under Mr. Magister, you have be en

' The Doctor looked puzzled. because you can't. let's see him untie himself. the cowman.' agreed the Doctor. what had you in mind?' Miss Hawthorne looked around the village green as if seeking inspiration. Miss Hawthorne nodded at him meaningly.' the Doctor said haughtily.. mildly. Serve the great Quiquaequ od! There lies peace and great joy.' said Bert triumphantly.frightened.. t hat one by the churchyard gate?' asked the Doctor. awaiting a miracle. I do not choose to loosen my b onds. `Er. `Er. `that street lamp! Shatter the gla ss. it's quite probable that she does mean that one. her left eyelid twitching with the ghost of a wink.. `Very well. won't you. that's why. `I know. your property has been destroyed. `if he's sudr a great wizard.' said Bert.' Bert grabbed the f laming torch from Thorpe's hand and made to light the fire. `Just suppose the lady's speaking the truth? We'r e going to look a right parcel of fools if we burn the wrong one. . `Considering that its the onl y one in sight..' `No. But he was prevented by a powerful hand on his shoulder. give it to me.' she cried. `I will not. injured. sar castically.' said Wally... aren't we now? ' Bert looked at the irresolute faces surrounding him. `Hang on. `You choose to mock Quiq uaequod.' `Here. `Of course. the hand of Wally Stead. `But you wil l give a sign of your power.' The faces cleared an d turned with relief to the Doctor. oh mighty one?' said Miss Hawthorne.' he sneered. Bert.

' he said. wat ching covertly from the pub window. The weathercock spun violently as the bullet hit its tail. The exclamations from the green were . Yes. the wretched bird.. The Sergeant raised his gun. Quite a tricky sh ot that. there it was. Any of you. `Oh. The people of Devil's End went on watching ex pectantly.' The Doctor caught sight of M iss Hawthorne nodding even more vigorously. `You see?' he was saying. Yes. but honesty compels me to point out that the lamp could have been you. Sergeant Benton. It was to be hoped the old boy would guess what was going on. `Now!' Sergeant Benton ai med once more..' went on the Doctor.' thought Benton.. `Lamp! I o rder you to shatter!' And shatter it did.`Shatter it. The Doctor glanced at Miss Hawthorne. `I should hate to have to harm anyb ody. `Now then.' The crowd shrank back. of course. As the fragments of glass tinkled onto the cobblestones. full in the sights. The Doctor took a deep breath and called. but she was too busy short-sightedly trying to locate the weathercock to notice his desperation. very well. squinted along the sights and pulled the trigger. Let's see now. The weathercock remained unmoved. `watch the weath ercock on the church tower. he obviously had.' `Blimey. `Well?' Bert said hastily.' The weathercock was at least half as far again as the broken streetlamp . `He must think I've got a rifle.. Yes. The gun coug hed apologetically as he fired. grinned with satisfaction. at such long range and with an automatic--especially an automatic with a silencer. a gasp of amazement came from the crowd.

For a mom ent Bert was nonplussed.' said the Doctor. Mr.almost a cheer and one simple soul tried to start a round of applause. Miss Hawth orne stepped forward. trying to intimidate Bert with an arrogant wizard-like sta re. `If I'd missed that time. `I'll gi ve you one more chance.' `Of course I ha ve. `I'd forgotten that. But before he had a chance to thrust it in to the heart of the pyre he gave a sharp cry of alarm as it flew from his finger s as if by magic. `You won't scare me with a lot of daft t ricks. `You're beaten and you know it. the Doctor would have had it.' and he took careful aim at B ert's hand.' thought Sergeant Benton. `wou ld you be so good as to untie me?' Blushing with pleasure and relief. you foolish man.' said the Doctor. Magister has the real power. It seemed that he was in danger of losing all his follo wers.' `In comparison he is worth nothing.' said the great wizard. Seeing that the bundles of wood were in her way. as she i nstinctively stepped back.' said Bert. The Doctor was apparently quite unconcerned. let's see if you can tur n aside a bullet!' and from under his coat of paper scraps he drew his gun. Look behind you.' This last demonstration of the power of the mighty Quiquaequod had qui te convinced the last doubters. Wally Ste ad started to clear them. landing on the ground a good twelve feet away.' Mi ss Hawthorne said scornfully. `Drop that torch. only to find his view completely blocked by Miss Hawthorne. `Daughter of Light.' . `Ooo ps!' thought Sergeant Benton. `Quiquaequod has twice his power.' `Am I ?' snarled Bert and lifted the torch. `That was a nea r one. Bert frowned. not in the least dismayed. `Right then.

Giving another cheerful honk on her horn. with Bert lying between her front wheel s shaking with fear. all. Miss Hawthorne ran to the Doctor and started to untie his bonds. he was knocked flat. that is. you can't f ool me. Was the m an mad? She tried to attract his attention with a hiss and a surreptitious shake of the head. save Bert's.' But his hand was shaking. a sigh of wonder escaped from the crowd. however. `Honk.`I'm not an idiot.' said Bert.' went on the Doctor in a l oud and confident tone. `You won't frighten see. the crowd scattered. Before he could dodge. his mouth dropping open as he watched the little old car going to the rescue of her beloved Doctor. leaving Bert standing right in her path. Sergeant Benton stepped out of the door of `The Cloven Hoof'. Do you think I'm as stupid as this lot?' All attempts at concealment abandoned. everybody? The little yellow car. As she approached. faster and fas ter. As Bessie stopped. Bert said asurely. `You see that ca r. `that's the oldest trick in the book. By this time. appalled. `Honk honk!' Miss Hawthorne turned back as a gasp of amazement cam e from the watching crowd. the gun f lying from his grasp. stil l refusing to look. honk!' Bert spun round with a yell of fear and fired at her. `Let my familiar spirit bring that car to me. sh e was right on top of him. Bessie star ted trundling across the green. Miss Hawthorne looked at the Doctor. . her headlights flashing.' All heads swung round. The Doctor raised his voice.

' smiled the Doctor wicke dly. Chanting a few nonsense words was one thing. The Do ctor shook his head.' Sergeant Ben ton came running up. he aimed it at the now terrified Bert. Pulling out his gun. Doctor?' he said. my dear Benton. when the girl made her spe ctacular intervention. but I'm not. `Oh no you don't. `You're not going anywhere. Bert Walker had pulled himself free of the car and was making a dash for it. madam. . that Stan Wilkins finally decided that he wan ted no more part of this `magic'. All very well twisting a bird's neck for the p ot. making sure that no one could hear him. `Elemental.' said Benton a nd with a low tackle which would have done credit to any Rugby international. Cowering on the floor by the feet of the elated Master. he brought the fleeing man to the ground. breathless with admiration. He was trying to gather his fast disappearing stock of courage and call a halt to the proceedings. `We've all got a date with the Master. b lood sacrifice was quite another. but this was just plain nasty. a commot ion amongst the people caught his attention. he could hardly bring hi mself to look up into the great lowering visage of the Dæmon. mate. And then Azal appeared once more.`You really area magician!' she said quietly. `Sorry to disappoint you. Before the Sergeant could react to the Doctor's excruciating joke. In spite of his earlier experience. `How on earth did you do it.' he said. Haven't we?' It was when the chicken was produced and str etched out for the Master's knife. Stan was at least as frightened as the other members of the coven. chum.

her face twisted in a sound-less scream. in a moment. `Bok! Stop them!' Mike whirled and pulled o ut his gun. `On your feet.' said the Master contemptuously. A ball of fire streaked from Bok 's pointing finger to strike the automatic like a bolt of lightning. Magister had called her--shrinking b ack against the Stone of Sacrifice. Mr. `That's better. wore a sardonic smile. one by one. Nobody moved. Once again Mike fired. you worms. Slowly. `Not yet!' cried the Master. `And now. His face.' said the Master. Bok snarled and raised a twisted claw. Stan could see the girl--Miss Grant. Rou nd after and hit it fair and square and bounced off its scaly stone body. Then. snapped his fingers and poin ted at the gargoyle figure of stone. firing round after and at the imp as it leapt from its pedestal. So taken by surprise were the Master and all his followers that Mike might very well have made good his escape. however. As the gun jumped from his fingers. to ric ochet dangerously around the Cavern. . The Master. only to be bowled over by the eruption of Mik e Yates from his hiding place. as evil in it s way as the face of the unearthly creature he had conjured up. what are we to do with you? Have you any suggestions?' Jo tore her gaze away from the aw esome figure looming over them and looked at the Master. Jo made a frantic bid to get away and tw o coven members went to seize her. Miss Grant. the coven stood up.`Azal! Once again I bid thee welcome!' The Master's voice rang through the Caver n. pulling the almos t fainting Jo Grant after him. he quickly raised his hands in token of surrender.

' The Master's foot disdainfully indicated Mike's unconscious body.' he ordered those nearest to her. `Take the girl and robe her in the ceremonial tabard. `She will make a very welcome addition to the Sabbat.' He laid the knife on the Stone of Sacrifice. ` Make certain he is secure. He raised the ritual knife which he still held in hi s left hand and pointed it at Jo. He may be useful later. With a cry of fury. Return as soon as you can. `Two of you. as the chicken had been. When they bring the girl back we shall resume the ritual. Mike Yates tore himsel f free from his captors and leapt to her rescue. as a hostage. he lugged Mike up the steps into the vestry. unable even to hear Jo's cries of distress as she was hauled up the steps and out through the door. Stan start ed forward before anybody else could offer himself and with the help of Arthur S idgwick. But he had no chance: struck sh arply with the butt of his own gun a moment later. what cou ld he do? To get himself killed was no way to help her. he lay senseless on the cold stone floor.' said the Master. And yet. the retired sailor who mended the village shoes. `You are very wise. dispassionately watching the earth creatures at their puny qua rrels. a cold white rage filled his body at the thought of the pretty young girl stretched on the Stone of Sacrifice . Capta in Yates. `No! No!' screamed Jo as they started to drag her away. at the mercy of the Master's knife. Stan was shaking. The outcome was of little or no concern to him.Azal looked down. Take this o ut of here. Finding a length of tasselled cord (remnant of some long forgotten curtains) Stan and Arthur .

hadn't we. As slippery as an eel.) made quite sure tha t when Mike Yates came to his senses. And don't call we. `Right then.' he hissed urgently. (Ret. "Doc"!' `Sorry.tied the senseless Captain by the hands and feet Neatly. Petty Officer Sidgwick R.N. no . `Another earthquake!' she gasped. however. all ship-s hape and Bristol fashion. Stan leant close to Mike's ear. He'd have to go back or the Master would miss him. He turned and miserably went back to the candle-lit Cavern. Wait? Wh at for?' . Doctor. Doc?' `No. Better get over there. Benton kept B ert covered. `You've got to g et help!' But Mike didn't stir a muscle. `What are you up to?' he demanded. One advantage of a sailor's knot. is that they can be easily untied when ne cessary. Miss Hawthorne sat down with an ungraceful thump. he would find himself quite helpless.. I mean. After Arthur had turned away with a grunt of satisfaction at a good job well done. Stan shook his head despairingly. Arthur turned back. We must wait.' said Stan. Most of the villagers fel l over. it was the work of a moment for Stan to pull loose his seamanlike bo wlines and reef-knots. `Where else?' said the Doctor. grimly. `J ust checking. In spite of the shaking of the ground. efficiently. `Wake up. Arthur grunted again and disappeared through the door. Doc. no. `That can mean only one thing: the third appearance!' `In the Cavern ?' asked Benton as the movement of the ground died away.. the fellow looked.

Fred loosened his grasp.' `No. `I' m not a magician or a wizard or anything of the sort. you mean. that too.' `I've g ot to risk it. This chap's frightened!' `Of course I am. Magister.' he said.' `Of course. Docto r..' Bert swung round triumphantly. Bert was being f irmly held captive by Wally Stead and the equally large Fred Treglowne.`The right moment..' returned t he Doctor. `What truth? What are y ou talking about?' The Doctor looked this way and that at the puzzled faces. `And neither is the Master.. and raised his voice. straightening his tie. `You tricked us!' said Bert. do you hear him? He admits it!' . `You see! I told you. and your friend Mr.' gasped Miss Hawthorne.' went on the Doctor.' Benton gromted.' `To save your own life. the Corn ishman who lived down by the bridge. Bert seized the opportunity to pull himself free. We're facing t he greatest danger the world has ever known!' He turned to the people standing a round him. growing potatoes and minding his own busine ss. `There you are. But only to save you from him. `and so should you be.. `I'm going to tell you the truth. `You see! I told you!' be cried to the Doctor's thoroughly confus ed listeners. `you'll lose all the advantage we've gained. `Yes I did.' Thorpe came over. Another of them! `You see.' cried Bert to th e crowd of villagers who were anxiously waiting for someone to tell them what to do. Now bewildered.

Thorpe ran his fingers nervously thr ough his thinning grey hair. `Just shut up. `You're talking rubbish. I'l l be. she nevertheless was quite nonplussed by the behaviour of Bessie. We want to hear what he 's got to say. coyly blinking her headlights. `And your Mr. if you're so clever.' thought Miss Hawthorne finding herself a temporary ally of the abominable Bert Walker. Bert reluctan tly subsided. . `All his feats are based on science--ours or the science of the Dæmons. He certainly looked like a magician! She could contain herself no longer. will you. The things I've seen him do. `Mr. I tell you. Bert ?' `But you heard him. blowed. `Honk honk!' said Bessie. without much conviction. Miss Hawthorne. impossible thi ngs! He must be a magician. Magister's a magician.' Seeing that the others largely agreed with Thorpe.. `Just pipe down a couple of minutes. Knowi ng the trickery involved in the Doctor's display of magic...' `You're wrong.' he said. `Well.But Bert wasn't to have it all his own way.' protested Bert. not sor cery.' `Tell me this the n. Surely this strange man must have p ower. Look!' The Doctor took out his little black box and twiddl ed the knob....' said Sergeant Benton hastily editing his exclamation in deferen ce to the presence of Miss Hawthorne. `But what about your car? How did you make it move by itself?' `Science.' Bert's expression betrayed his fear--his fear of losing his most che rished belief. Magister uses no more magic than that. Miss Hawthorne was perhaps the most confused person present. How could he call him up in the first place except by so rcery?' `How indeed.' replied the Doctor calmly.

It's science. which the Master channels for his own purposes.' Miss Hawthorne digested this. .' he said. As far as Sergeant Benton was concerned all this chat was just a waste of time .. Surely there was something they could do instead of just standing around natte ring.. hatred.' he said.' Benton was shocked. The secret science of the Dæmons!' `Are you trying to tell me th at the rituals.. the emotions of a group of ordin ary human beings.' Miss Hawthorne pushed a straying lock of hair from her eyes.' The Doctor rubbed his chin thou ghtfully. `that's precisely what black magic is!' `No. no. He went off to find Miss Grant. `But shouldn't we get over there.' she said. He should be capabl e of looking after the pair of them.' `I see. The Do ctor put a calming hand on her arm. They generate a t remendous charge of psycho-kinetic energy.`He uses violent emotions--greed. and sort out this Dæmo n thing?' . `Captain Yates said to tell you. I mean. `No. `Doctor. fear. Miss Hawthor ne. For the life of her.' `She climbed out of the window. They're essential--to generate and control the psionic forces--and thereby control the Dæmon himself. the invocations--indeed the Sabbat itself--are just so much wind owdresshig?' She was trembling all over with frustration and indignation. `the Captain is pretty efficient.'But tha t is magic. Thought she'd gone to the Cavern. she couldn't see where the difference lay. `Get into the Cavern. Doctor?' he said.' `Jo? But I thought she was in the pub. whipped up to an extraordinarily high level. `Well.

You should see something any minute.. Sergeant. the Brigadier st rode over to Osgood.' As the UNIT troops piled into their Land Rovers.`And how do you propose to do that. Keep watching. `It's got to build up power. sir. sir! We're ready to have a go. With that.' `Exactly. `what are you waiting for?' `I suppose I'm a hit nervous. er. into your vehicl es everybody.' g rumbled the Brigadier. it's working.. I mean. sir. `Can't see anything. carefully monitoring the results on a bank of dials and adjusting the output. he did. I shall be able to drain off our visitor's energy. A small circle o f flame--or so it seemed--appeared in the middle of the heat barrier. Sergeant Benton?' `Well. `Right.' S ergeant Osgood shakily took off his spectacles and wiped them with a grimy handk erchief. yon see.' he said. `Good grief.. W e must wait' `What for?' `The energy-exchanger--this machine the Brigadier's bui lding for me. Then perhaps we can "sort him out"!' `That's it.' said the Brigadier. The odd-looking machine started to hu m.' And sure enough. about six feet off the ground. who had ver y little faith in the wonders of modern technology.. Osgood closed three more smaller switches. In sequence. And about time....' Osgood closed the power switch.' said the Brigadier. . what if it doesn't work?' `Only one way to find out' ` Yes. `Well.

Osgood?' he enquired gently. At last it settled into a tunnel of flame about twelve foot high ex-tending right t hrough the barrier. Didn't look too stable. The Brig adier unfolded himself. vanished. if we go through at speed' Running to his own vehicle he jumped in. Osgood anxiously watched the wavering needles on his dials. They'd bette r get a shift on. This ti me it did not burst into flames.' Giving a nod to his driver. as the tell-tale needles sank towards zero. The Brigadier stepped forward and held out his cane. `Want to get rid of me.' he said. `Stop! Stop!' shouted Osgood.' he called out. the B rigadier pulled his cap down low and hunched down into his seat. foo t hard on the brake. to grow until it touched the ground. t hen cautiously applied a finger. The Brigadier's driver. `Right. to gain speed. disappeared. the rest of you follow. He climbed out of the vehicle and walked over to the Ser geant. struggled for control as the vehicle skidded and slithered through the mud towards the heat barrier--and certain death for its occupants. A t last he managed to get it under control. `Hot. do you? Fancy having a new Commanding Officer?' . `What's the matter. `if I get through safely. to become a circle.As the note of the machine's hum steadily rose both in pitch and volume. T he tunnel of flame collapsed. He withdrew it and held it close to his face. the fla me began to spread. The Brigadier's vehicle turned and started its run for the tun nel. `but passable. and the Land Rover came to a shudderi ng halt approximately two and a half feet from the edge of the barrier. The Land Rover turned away from the heat barrier in a wide are.

I see.' The Brigadier noticed an extra large switch on the bac k of the machine which Osgood so far hadn't used. `Use that then . sir.`I'm sorry.' `Mm. it was a matter of balancing the input and the output. `A power booster?' `Yes. you see. the Doctor said we weren't to--or rather.' `But. sir.' `Very well. What was that chanting? Was he in chur ch? Then why was he lying on the floor? With a shock like a blow to the heart.. He plunged back into his circuit s desperately working out the figures in his head as his fingers fumbled with th e wiring. He said it was too dangerous. I don't fancy being roasted alive. his arms were twisted uncomfortably behind his back and he didn't know where he was. `What's that for?' he asked.' `I see.' Sergeant Osgood gulped and turned back to the mach ine. h e remembered. `It was the power. But for Pete's sake be sure this time. ` It's a booster switch. I'm sure I can do something.' `Give me a few more minutes. a negative feed back.. Can you do anything ab out it?' `I'll try. only in an emergency.' answered Osgood. Mike Yates had a headache. Some sort of homeostatic control.. The reac tion was using it faster than it could build up.' gasped the poor Sergeant. Now then.. sir. Jo! They'd got Jo! .

Closing the door quietly. he ran across the vestry and o ut of the door. there was the Doctor! `Doctor. Hurrying to the door.' . That machine must come through now. it was loose! In a few moments he had managed to slip his hands free. `Give that to me. Praise be. Doctor? Over. Then he realised with a pang of horror that he h ad no chance of getting to her. Brigadier? Are you there?' `That you. That creature's in there. there she was: a pathetic little figure in a long white robe.' snap ped the Doctor. It was no good. Not only was she standing right by the Master at the Stone of Sacrifice. thank Heaven. Yes. hoping that the noise of chanting would drown its creaking. `Hello. He peeped th rough. Hullo. They've got Jo!' `What?' `They've got her in the Cavern. NOW. But sh e was still safe. Doctor! you must come. There's no more time. and Heaven knows what they're going to do to her. he gently opened it a few inches.He rolled into a better position and started pulling frantically at the rope rou nd his wrists. the Master calls him Azal. eyes darting to and fro. surrounded by the coven. `That's almost the same as Azael--and he was one of the fallen angels!' Sergeant Benton already had his wal kie-talkie out and w calling up the Brigadier. He must get help. back to the Cavern. Struggling into a sitting position he untied the knots at his ankles . Now then. Sergeant. do you understand? At onc e. obviously on guard.' `Th ey've got Jo. but Bok was crouching not ten feet away from the door. ' `Azal!' said Miss Hawthorne in an awestruck voice.

. The vi llagers recoiled in terror as the stone imp half flew. A flash of fire came from his outstretched claw. `Right. a puff of smok e and Bert disappeared. no.`Wilco. like a wicked toy. `We'll stic k together. It was Bert's opportunity.' he said. w ho stopped in sudden terror. he r an forward towards the master's faithful servant.' he shrieked. `Friend! I'm a friend!' But Bok was unmoved. `some of you round to the side of the church. Bert Walker amongst them. Doctor. The rest of y ou come with me. Lifting his grotesque twisted claw Bok pointed it at Bert. But the giant hand of Wally Stead took hold of his attn. the vestry door burst open and there. Nobody's to do anything until I give the word. Everybody's attention was riveted on the gargoyle. We're on our way. stood the little figure of Bok. Wrenching himself free from Wally. Too late he realised the stupi dity of his action. Understand?' The villagers started to spread out. half hopped down the chur chyard path and perched on the stone wall. hoping to slip away unobserved. vaporised by the monster's evil power. `No. shall the?' he said quietly. Out' The Doctor handed the radio back to Bento n. At this moment however.

12 Into the Cavern `For Heaven's sake. get out of the way...' said the Brigadier briskly and strode to his Land Rover. `Look. Sergeant Osgood. but sir. making an obviously safe passage through the heat bar rier. The tunnel of f ire now stood rock steady. sir.!' protested Osgood.' said the Brigadier. sir. sir.' `But.' `We're going through.. Ser geant. `Yo u'll have to use the booster. and it's still no good.' said Sergean t Osgood. where the tunnel of flame wa s wavering on the point of collapse. And so it proved.!' The Brigadier stepped forward and slammed home t he large booster switch. the crack ling and the sparks even more alarming. Osgood. let's get going!' The energy exchanger was crackling and humming.. as it vainly tried to stabilise itself.. `We're up to the maximum.' `Dammi t.. she'll blow u s all sky high. Booster on. `Proof of the pudding. not daring to believe what they were telling him. it's working!' sa id the Brigadier with all the satisfaction of the man who has completed a long a difficult task. man. `If we do. The Brigadier looked at the heat barrier. `Yes. At once the noise of the machine grew louder. sparks flew from it and a thin tream of smoke rose from i ts innards. Osgood peered through the smoke at the d ials. The Brigadier's Land Rover roared through at some .

He was quickly followed by the rest of the vehicles--all but Osgood 's. Brigadier!' `Wilco.' said the Doctor's voice.forty miles an hour. Doctor.' `Not to worry. sir. `it's on its way. `Come on. Doctor. `Yes.' shouted Lethbridge Stewart. I say again. Over. Brigadier. Brigadier Lethbr idge Stewart beamed with delight. Its hum had risen to an shriek and it was visibly shaking. Disconne cting the power cables. Things were going right at last. Over. Bring the machine through. we're through. ve ry excited. just coming. sir. This gargoyl e creature is staggering about as if somebody's puts some knock-out drops in its hell-juice. `The exchanger's working! It's bleeding off the energy. He spoke into the walkie-talkie. `What's going on?' `We're t hrough.' `And the machine?' `Not yet. for the thick wreath of smoke enveloping it. man. The Doctor came through again. Doctor. . The noise was by now quite deafening and Osgood could hardly see machine. Sergeant!' `Right.' The Brigadier's walkie-talkie cr ackled. `Hello. showing no more signs of damage than a slight smell of scor ched rubber.' said Osgood as he climbed into the back of the Land Rover where the spluttering machine was sm oking furiously. I can't trust you to do the simplest job! The machin e should have come through first. le t alone the dials. Shan't be a jiff. sir. Out' The Bri gadier raised his voice: `Get a move on. In a moment.' `Lethbridge Stewart. it was through the tunnel and pulling up safely clear of the heat barri er. I need it desperately.' There followed a stra nge noise as of distant shouting and cheering. Over. ' said the Brigadier impassively.

`Sir! Sir! It's r unning away!' He could hardly make himself heard above the indescribable noise w ining from the mechine `Switch it off.`You can stop worrying. before that creature recovers. A shout from Sergeant Osgood killed it. `I'm going in. mournfully. The Doctor eyed him and said. shattering into a thousand pieces any hope of usi ng it against the Dæmon. Over. With an earsplitting roar the Doctor's prec ious energy exchanger blew up. Get down. now was slowly recovering. Still. irascibly.' Osgood and his driver jumped from the truck and sprinted to cover. It's through. All the rest of the UNIT troops hit the d eck. sir. `Brigadier! Are you all right?' It was the Doctor's voice again `Wh at was that noise?' `The machine.' 'And a fat lot of good that'll do. out of it. Be with you right away. they knew an explosion was coming just as well as the Brigadier did. in the ensu ing silence. Osgood.' the Docto r's voice answered.' `And about time. `The tunnel's gone.' . man.' mid the Doctor as he handed the walkie-talkie back to Benton. at lea st we're the other side of the barrier. And come it did. Doctor.' `I can't. who had come to the point of collapse while the energy exchanger was working. the lot of you. It's gone west. I can't stop it!' `R ight. `Get it over here fast. Battle veterans to a man.' said Osgood. On the churchyard wall Bok. Out. Blown itself up.' The Brigadier's triumph had a very short life.

. Th ey would have raised an immediate alarm. Why..' `Keep the rest back. No longer struggling.' he said. `not without some sort of p rotection. Doctor . who stoo d waiting for her by the Stone of Sacrifice. you said yourself it would be suicide. Her eyes filled with tears. If he had. it could not fail to have been noticed by the guardians of the girl. As he reached the vestry door.' she said.`But you can't go in now.' sh e murmured. Stan's attention was caught by the sight of the poor girl's stricken face. her cheeks as white as the c eremonial robe she was wearing over her own clothes.. Or perhap s those knots weren't loose enough.' sa id the Doctor to Mike Yates. `How very good of you to join our little ceremony. `But. `Why. eyes big with fear. `The Doctor will come. Miss Hawthorne gazed after him. she d umbly allowed herself to be led forward and be presented to the Master. When Jo Grant was brought back into the Cavern by the two men who ha d dragged her screaming away. He must be still unconscious. But the Doctor had gone. Stan Wilkins knew at once that the young man addre ssed as `Captain Yates' by the Master had not yet managed to make his escape. The ball of flame flew through the air to end as a specta cular Guy Fawkes explosion against the door as it closed behind the Doctor.' Jo looked a t him with as much defiance as she could muster... sprinting past the s till bemused Bok towards the church..' began Yates. You'll s ee. Miss Grant. as if Miss Hawthorne had said nothing. giving a courteous bow. don't you think. Doctor. `Good-bye. the stone im p whirled and pointed.' protested Miss Hawthorne.

`Not a very happy metaphor.. ' `Why don't you just get on with it?' `What a very good suggestion. is he?' Stan asked under cover of the general chanting. him. Thank you. ah. I agree.. `He's not really going to.' `Psast.' Mr. so mote it be. kill two birds with one stone.' The Master turned back to the Stone of Sacrifice. to sacrifice her. `What is it?' he ans wered.. Io Evohe..' Jo shuddered. . Ashby resumed chanting along with the sa me others and wouldn't even let Stan catch his eye. Ashby.. of course. so mote it be.' `As thy will.' said Stan. `Io Evohe.. continui ng.`I hope he will.' echoed the coven.. I shall be able to. boy.. Ashby nodde d towards the Dæmon. `Looks like it... While the rest of the coven had been keeping up the monotonous repetition of `Io Evohe' the Master had recit ed a Litany of Hate and of Power directed at the Dæmon. looked up at the cru el unfeeling face of Azal and spoke in the ceremonial tones of invocation.. `As m y will.. out of the comer of his mouth. you must admit.' and Mr. my dear. power to control. his fear lending urgency t o his voice.' `B ut why?' `To get power. `We've got to stop it.' hissed Stan to his next door neighbour in the circle. But appropriate. `Yes? You feel like trying?' `But--' `Shut up.. It happened to Mr.. who kept the shop. or you'll have the both of us going the smae way.

`You can hardly be expected to view the matter objectively.' Io Evohe! Io Evohe!' `Bring the girl. They fell silent. The two who were holding her by the arms started to lead her forw ard. Nothing and nobody can be allowed to stand in my way. But I do want you to understand that it would give me no pleasure to kill you. `To do my will shall be the whole of the L aw.. from your point of view. Again the Master lifted a restraining hand. no. Bearer of the S word. then sacrificed you shall be. time-weathered by the centuries. Prince of Evil.' A gleam of hope came into Jo's eyes `You mean.`. Earth.. `To do thy will shall be the whole of the Law.' said the Master. Hearken to my will.' ordered the Master.' He turned and looked up into the leathery face of the Damon.' Turning to his chanting acolytes . But you see. `I suppose I am. Please! Please!' Her terror reduced her voi ce almost to a whisper.' `You're ma d. no! You can't mean it.' he intoned. Hearken to my voice. ' she breathed. `No.. Keeper of the Keys of Hell. Jo's captors stopped. ?' `Oh. I am so near to attaining one of my greatest ambitions: power to control. .. `if it is necessary to sacrifice you.. `You beg so prettily. pointing to the Stone of Sacrifice. to rule. he raised a hand. my dear. Prince of Fire. However. don't mistake me. an entire planet--this planet..' they repeated..' said the Master hastily.

looking at Jo. even.... `Hold!' The gargantuan voice of the Dæmon rang once more through the Cave rn. `None save the last of the Dæmons. `This is it.' He picked up the ceremonial knife and touched its razor edge with a delicate thu mb as though testing its sharpness.' Stan took a deep breath.. he raised the knife high in the air.' thought Stan. Azal's wrath was appeased.... my dear. `but you will at least have the satisfaction of knowing that you will be sacrificed in a worthy cause. He really means it. Nodding to Jo's two supporters to bring her to the Stone. The Master turned to Jo.' though t Stan desperately. `You see?' he said regre tfully. Jo could hardly grasp his meaning. I really am. Once more. The Master. whose struggles were becoming so feeble that her captors were almost having to hold her up. one?' It was like being in the middle of a thundercloud.' `In the name of Athame.' he sa id.. The Master obviously decided that he had gone quite far enough for the moment. `I'm sorry. ` it's the last chance to save her. He bowed to Azal. accept thou this offering as token of our fealty.' sa id the Master.' `He means it.. thou ght the terrified Stan.' Azal's great tumbling tones filled the Cavern. `Oh mighty Azal... `The moment for the decision draws near.. plainly disconcerted .`Azal!' he called. I demand the power that. `You demand!' `And why not? Who in the whole galaxy is not my inferior? There not one creature !' `Not. The Master looked up once more at the Dæmon.

.' said the Master... oh Master of the Earth. lowered the knife and looked up at Azal.. `Th en tell me also. Magister. be Master of their world. The Master was so still th at he might have been carved from the same block of stone as his servant Bok. a puzzled expression on his deceptively noble face.. Ashby rushed away. The door creaked open and s lammed behind him. `Then I shall explain. . Then there was silence.!' . `I.' `BE SILENT! You tell me that you are superior to m ankind in all respects. In a few moments the door flew open. they're coming. And. All of them.. They're coming across the green. `Well?' he said.' Ashby gasped.. who happened to be nearest the door. har dly bothering to hide his arrogant impatience. `You tel l me that you are strong enough to bear the Dæmon's burden of knowledge and power. Is that not so?' `It is to. `It's true. `he's go ne. I'm afraid I don't understand. Your prisoner has escap ed to his friends. broken only by Jo's attempts to contr ol her sobs of fear.' he said. `Indeed?' rumbled Aral..' Had Stan not already been quaking with fright.. that you should lead them. how is it that one of these Earthlings you despise so much has made so much of a fool of you. `Go. the Master' s face would have set his knees knocking. All this you would have me believe. rule them. his arrogance visibly c rumbling. that you. Magister. None of the coven dared to move. sourly.' `I tell you.' The Master was even more puzzled. oh might y one.by this unrehearsed turn of events.' snarled the Master to Ashby.

Azal.The Master snapped his fingers. son. Bok jumped up with glee. `I'm not going to let you d o it. in exaltation of thy mighty power!' This time Stan h ad no time to think.' `To do thy will shall be the whole of the law. Stan was on his own. Listen to me.' he said.. mocking his puny defiance. Once again the dreadful ceremony approached its climax. Once again the Master. . whipped up into a fearful excitement. no time to be afraid. Stepping forward as quickly and as na turally as one might reach out to prevent a child from falling. `It's not right.' The co ven.' His small voice echoed ridiculously.' The Master's eyes flashed. hobbled over to the ste ps and scuttled through the door. `In the name of Athame. with passionat e conviction. I dedicate t his offering to thee. `To do my will shall be the whole of the law. `It's not right. Stan still would not budge. casually brushing aside the quivering Ashby. I tell you. while the colossus at the end of the Cavern gazed with pitiless eyes. raised it on high. I t was plain that the Master was now very angry indeed. responded with total sincerity.' growled one of Jo's guards. `No.. all of you. `Can' t you see? It's wrong!It's evil!' The Master stepped forward. `Obey me! You will obey me!' he thundered.' `Out o f the way... Magister. he placed himsel f between Jo and the Stone of Sacrifice. or you're liable to get hurt. holding the knife in his left hand. The black determination o n his face was terrible to see as once more he started the ritual of sacrifice.

`Obey me!' said the Master to Jo's c aptors.' . A great animal be llow of anguish came from the Dæmon. Even the Master was fo rced out of the intense concentration with which he had been reciting the words of power. began to stamp his hooves and to sway his mighty body as if a pain too great to be borne was draining all his strength. raised his right hand and smote Stan such a mig hty blow that he staggered at least fifteen feet across the uncertain rock floor before he toppled senseless to the ground. The Master closed his eyes and start ed to mutter the final words of the rite.. This time nothing stopped them. render me thy power. the stillness turned into uproar. and in return. mine to give. unti l now motionless. `Azal!' he cried. words too terrible t o be spoken aloud. by the sheer force of his will he quietened them. Her feet dragging. Thwarted once again. Cursing them for a c raven pack of cowardly fools. the coven uttered cries of fear as Azal. It is mine. the Master was in contro l again `Nothing shall hinder me!' he raged. But this time it was no ritualistic gesture. and laid upon its stained surface in a state of stupefied sho ck.The Master gave a snarl of rage. his fury turned on thecoven. but a mov ement full of evil purpose. The waiting is over. by the time his groans had ceased to deaf en and his stamping had ceased to shake the very earth. Mine to take. Accept it. `This girl's life is my way to powe r. Suddenly. By the time Azal had begun to recover. `This life I give thee. Jo was taken to the S tone of Sacrifice. A ghastly hush descended on the Cavern. the secret words. She shall die! N ow!' He raised the knife..

the heavy door to the Cavern crashed open. .`Azal!' the Master cried...' As the knife started to des cend. `This life I give thee. Interrupted yet again. the Mast er swung round. the light of day behind his head turning his shock of hair into a halo of silver. the coven falling back in superstitious dread. There stood the Doctor. He slowly walked down the steps and ac ross to the Stone of Sacrifice.

Having assured himself of Jo's safety. finding no words to express her feelings: her relief merely to see him.' she replied.With a lightning change of mood. and it was plain that he meant it. he was now utterly absorbed in contemplation of the Dæmon. He laid down the knife and s poke quietly and courteously.' he replied. A man with not hing to lose had nothing to fear.' he said conversationally. Doctor. `You'v e saved me so much trouble by coming here. have I?' This thought obviously did not please the Master at all. The Master looked from one to the other. her certainty that this time their old enemy real ly had the whip hand.' he said. Doctor. The Master tried again `You realise that you're a doomed man. `I can't tell you how glad I am to see you. `you see. If you could not make a man afraid. the Devil himself. it would seem. her fear for his safety. I have nothing to lose. `How touching.' he went on.' h e said. was the living symb ol of all the mysteries of evil. `So you'd better take care. the Master smiled. `I've been expecting you. The Doctor forced himself to tear his gaze away from Azal. Doctor. `Hello. who was still stretched out on the Stone of Sacrifice.' he said to Jo. That such a creature could exist in all his savage beauty was wonder enough. I was dead as soon as I came through that door. Doctor. I'm a dead man. staring back at him with his gleaming red eyes.' The Docto r ignored him. I really am most grateful. but here.' `Oh. how could you control him? . `Oh. The Master's sarcasm was wasted on the Doctor.

' `He is a meddler and a fool. yes. Jo scrambled from the Stone of Sacrifice and ran to the Doctor' s side. How could he hope to get through to such a being? `Why did I come? Why. `Thank you. while you still can. `You wish to talk . `I forbid it!' There was a crackle of fire and Jo's guards fell back wit h cries of pain. why did you come?' The Doctor stared into the callous uncaring eyes.' the Master snapped. pointing to Jo. Tell me.' she replied.' `He is not a fool--yet he has done a foolish thing in coming here. oh great Dæmon . Then he turned to Azal. Azal raised his hand. `No!' cried the Master. `Are you all right?' he asked her. . Destroy him!' Azal still did not comply. `This is the one of whom we spoke.' said the Doctor.' said the Doctor firmly. But Azal did not move.' `Yes. `Yes.' `Talk then. There was a moment of silence as he stared at the Doctor.`Enough.' `Warn me?' `I came to tell you to leave this plane t. of course I'm all right. `Destroy him. I came to warn you. `My enemy and yours.' he said.' `First. Azal. `I think so. let her go.' he said.' The Doctor looked back to Azal. oh Doctor. I came to talk to you. `Who is this?' he boomed. though her hands were shaking like the hands of an old woman. He too is not of t his planet.

I know. `The other is outside the church at this moment. `To try to make you listen to me. yes. like a hound seeking a scent.' he said at last. `What c ould happen to me? There is no creature in this Galaxy--nay.It almost seemed that Anal was amused.' replied the Doctor. `You see.' he boomed. after a fractional pause. `You are bold. he again regarded the Doctor. `Then kill him! Kill him now!' . `You've already felt its power.' Jo glanced at t he Doctor in sudden trepidation. `W hy do you lie?' The Doctor shrugged. Why should I listen further? I s ee no consequence of value. they were lost. I have a machine outside that can annihilate you.' The Master seized his opportunity. `You lie.' Azal threw his head back as if he was sniffing the air.' answered the Doct or.' `Why sho uld I? I have listened and you have lied to me.' breathed Jo. But the machine is destroyed.' he said. with no apparent concer n. A deep rumbling noise came from the Dremon's chest wh ich could have been a gigantic chuckle. `One of them . in the Universe--th at is feared by the Dæmons.' The Doctor's air of confidence was b ecoming a little forced. After a m oment.' Again the furious moveme nt of the Dæmon's head. I have only to give the signal. as amused as a man warned to leave his ow n home by a kitchen mouse.' he said again. `There was but one machine. `You have a regard for the truth. Am I to fear you?' `It may be wise. It n o longer exists.' `Oh. Doctor. `I have. `You lie. If this were true. The Dæmon's eyes seemed to look into the depth of the Doctor's mind.

`Very well. .' he said and lifting his great hand he pointed straight at the Doctor.Azal gave him an indifferent glance.

who were hurrying to meet him. completely disregarding the speed li mit. giving the impression that now he had arrived. I take your point. `Where's the Doctor?' he said b riskly. The Brigadier's Land Rover skidded to a stop opposite the knot of people ne ar the churchyard. `Then why are we h anging about as if we were a bunch of schoolgirls at a picnic?' the Brigadier sa id.' He turned to give an order to his waiting troop s.' said Mike Yates. Usually get angels. `Hang on.13 The Sacrifice The little caravan of army vehicles came swinging round the corner of the road l eading to the village green of Devil's End. . `What. sir. that statue? Horrible looking thing.' said Lethbridge Stewart. visibly impressed. What about it?' `Watch. Through the vestry. The Brigadier jumped out and strode across the green to meet Yates and Benton.' a nd he pointed to the stone image of Bok immobile by the churchyard gate. `I shouldn't be too hasty if I were you. `Gone into the Cavern.' Mike Yates picked up a l arge stone and lobbed it into the air in the general direction of the gargoyle. Look. `We'd better get after him.' said Yates. The flying stone vanished in a stab of flame. At once it whirled and pointed. their troubles were over. Never seen anything like that in a churchya rd before. `M m.

Five times the bullets found their target and bounced off the hard stone with a ricochet whine. Only a magical attack could succeed. `That fellow over the re.' The Brigadier looked at the stone imp once more sitting on the wall.' Mike's mind boggled at the thought of attempting to explain Miss Hawthorne's part in the whole affair. `Miss Hawthorne has been a great help to the Doctor.' Miss Hawthorne's eyebrows rose a little. . The landlord of the pub. the crack shot of UNIT. `Magic. came ove r to his Commanding Officer at the double. `We'll soon fix him. its head malevolently swinging from side to side. Vaporised. Corpor al!' Corporal Nevin.. `What the de uce are you talking about?' `Oh. Miss Hawthorne. er. `I see. I'm in command here..`There's been one fatality already. my name is Lethbridge Stewart.' intervened Mike Yates hurriedly. Snarling. Bok was obviously quite unharmed. madam?' he said. I mentioned her when I first reported on the situation . Five rounds rapid.' It was Miss Hawthorne.. this is Miss Hawthorne. `you remember. `Sir?' he said. There was nothing left of him but a puff of smoke.' said the Brigadier.' grunted the Brigadier . `He has a magical defence.. twice runner up at Bisley. The rifle cracked five times in quick successio n. `Well. `I could have saved you the trouble. Mr.' Nevin unslung his rifle and took careful aim. I should think... who had joined t hem unnoticed.' The Brigadier looked at her incredulously. Yates.' said the Brigadier... Miss Hawthorne has. `The chap with wings.' he finished lamely. he stared round a s if he were trying to trace the source of these pin-prick irritations. `Never mind.

. At any other time I should be glad to listen to your fantasies. `But you haven't a hope of breaking him up with ordinary bullets. Right?' `Right.. Miss Hawthorne.' she .' began Miss Hawthorne. Captain Yates. `Machine guns. appearing rather incongruous in his sports jacket and flannel trousers.. you'd better fill me in on the situation . Now. Olive Hawthorne. if you were to try silver ones. `But don't you see. but would she? It was all very well being angry with the Brigadier. `Forgive me. talking hard..' said the Brigadier . impatiently.' he began.. He was a soldier after all. Benton!' The Sergeant sprang to attentio n. `Now. Whereas she.' and the two officers walked away. at midnight--during the full moon. look here.`. pur sed her lips. my girl. and I think I'm quite capable of coping with what seems to we to be a relat ively simple military matter. that's the answer. Fantasies in deed! She'd show him. sir. Very well then we'll bre ak it up. `Armour piercing shells.' went on the Brigadier. `Come along.' and Benton hurried away to get the guns set up.. bridling.. `Yess ir!' he said.' The Brigadier snorted and turned a rich shade of brickred. of course. so naturally he looked at the situati on with the eye of a soldier.. madam.. cast in a mould made by a seventh son. made claim to some l ittle knowledge of the secret arts. Mis s Hawthorne. `Please. At the moment I'm too busy. The thing appears to be made of stone. The wretched man obviously had a totally closed mind. Now then.. Yes. Mike hastily cleared his throat and the Brigadier remembered the courtesy due to a lady.

gloomily. Supporting himself against the lefthand gate-post. You're plumb scared..' She laughed in spite of herself and set off with a determined air towards her cottage. Ordering an immediate withdrawal to a safe distance. he staggered under the weight of the blows. a nd you've done nothing to stop it.said to herself.' ordered the Brigadier. not to mention t he weapon. `All the same. Benton armed it at Bok. Sergeant. you'll never he able to look yourself in the eye again.' and she shuddered as she remembered the face of the Dæmon. if the Doctor was right and this is the end of the world. . ` Get the bazooka set up. I'll admit. he held a quick council-of-war with Mike Yates and Sergeant Bent on. `Cease fire. `Open fire!' As soon as two machine guns were in position.. `face the facts. who was now patrolling to and fro among the tombstones.. aren't you? Not without j ustification.' answered Ben ton. he raised his hand. A flash of unearthly brightness and one of t he machine guns disappeared. He looked with horror at th e wisp of smoke. so far as that c ould be judged. `Might as well use a peashooter on four-inch armour. Mike Yates gave the order. In double-quick time the bazooka was loaded with a high explosive missile F rom the partial cover of one of the churchyard's side walls.. together with both its crew. which was all that was left of two of his men.' yelled t he Brigadier above the chatter of the remaining gun.' said Mike. recovered and began to move forward like a Polar explorer breasting a blizzard. `Yessir. As the shells slammed into the body of the gargoyle.

in complete defiance of the Laws of Physics. he seemed to have no fear of A zal. as ready as ever to annihilate anybody incautious eno ugh to walk into his view. and coming together like an oversized three-dimensional jig-saw puzzle. Sergeant. Sergeant!' cried the Brigadier. And now perhaps. waiting for the op portunity for a perfect shot. But what had happened after that? The girl! Wa s she safe? With a surge of relief. he saw her standing by a tall figure with wh ite hair. How about letting me have a go?' By the time Stan Wilkins had recovered his senses he had remembered everything up to th e moment of his own intervention. who had his enormous hand out-stretched wit h clawed forefinger pointing menacingly. wearing a cloak. Benton nodded. The projectile hit the grotesque stone creatu re fair and square. 'I told you so!' The Brigadier turned. Miss Hawthorne had been watching the whole fiasco. as good as new.' . `You've done it! Well done. It seemed like long minutes rather than a few seco nds. `you'll be ready to listen to reason..' she went on infuriatingly . the stranger was speaking in a clear fi rm voice. All the pieces of stone were rising from the ground.' said Yates. blew up and shattered him into hundreds of pieces no bigger than a fist. you will wonder through all eternity whether you should have listened to my words. Benton' s slightly complacent grin turned to a look of consternation. Whoever this might be. before he pulled the trigger..`Fire in your own time. Looking steadily up at the Dæmon. and ther e sat Bok. `If you kill me now.

`Well? Why do you wait?' Again a long silence. `Or its destruction. Adolf Hitler. It chanced to be you.' This was a tactical error. `you y ourself have said it. rubbing his chin. of course.' he said. `Then fulfil your mission by granting the ultimate power to me. Az al... The time had come. Or was it Genghis Khan?' ` I have the will.' The Dæmon's inscrutable stare did not change. ignoring the Doctor's interruption. `Without you. `I do not obey. `I answered your call because the time had come for my awakening. Azal dropped his arm and looked down at the Master with hooded eyes. I should still sleep as I have slept these many centuries.' The Master was not one to give up easily. `But when I called you. you came. `You waste time.' `The time for the completion o f the experiment?' asked the Doctor. I order you to destroy him.For a while nobody moved and nobody spoke. It was my will that someone should awaken m e..' The Master scowled. But you were th e mere instrument of my will.' `I am still not convinced. `Now. Again the Master spoke.' said the Doctor. who was it ? Oh yes.. `Who else can give thes e humans the strong leadership they need?' `I seem to remember hearing someone e lse talking like that... Then the Master burst out.. that bounder Hitler..' agreed Azal. The Master leaned across the Stone of Sacrifice towards the Dæmon.' . `I command. lookin g at the Doctor as if he were seeing him properly for the first time.' he said eagerly. `Without me.' he began.' went on the Master.

' `Harm?' said Azal. the Maste r jumped in. Is this what you would des ire?' `Without the gifts of the Dæmons. `The right leader can force him to lear n. `The Dæmons gave knowledge to man. `No!' he said passionately. `Why?' he boomed. `do you wish to see this planet destroyed? That is the only possible alternative. Azal looked puzzled. living in caves. She a great organ.`I'm very pleased to hear it. his land and the very air he breathes with the fi lthy by-products of this "knowledge".' retorted the Doctor. reverberated round the Cavern..' `I don't agree. But thanks to you. `man would have had a chance to develop at his own pace.' `Leave humanity alone.' said the Doctor. `I hav e yet another choice to suggest. he can now blow up the world. scaven ging all day for enough food to stay alive in misery. Yo u have done enough harm.' ` You certainly did. and he probably w ill. man would have remained an animal.' `State it.. He's started already.' said the Doctor. he gave a great . scornfully. a chance to develop the wisdom to control h is knowledge.' The Daemon closed his eyes. Just go. he can--' `Enough! ' The Dæmon's voice.' answered the Doctor. `Without t he gifts of the Dæmons. He can poison his rivers. Again Azal looked at the Doctor with interest. His head was thrown back and he was still. At length. `Is man suc h a failure then? Shall I destroy him?' Before the Doctor could reply. Nobod y moved.

' `But not to you. `To him. Was this to be the end of the world? Here and now? .' he sa id. Jo Grant gasped and looked at the Doctor.. `You are right. Back to your own w orld.' `No. I shall pass on my power. seemin g to grow twice the the size.' and he nodded towards the Doctor. `I have decided. Then he spoke once more. no' said the Doctor.' cont inued the Dæmon dispassionately. no. intensely willing the Da mon to understand. But there can't b e a magical solution. I bequeath my pow er or I destroy all. They've got to find the answer for themselves. he must be destroyed. I want you to go away and give man a chance to grow up. I thank you.' `If man is a failur e. my mission uncompleted?' `Yes.. Please go. like the wind off the sea blowing through a forest. `No! No! I don't want it!' Astonishment at the Doctor's reaction lent unce rtainty to Azal's voice.' Jo held her breath and clutched the Doctor's arm.' The Master stood upright.. why?' `Don't you understand? I want you to lea ve. as coldly and unemot ionally as ever. `I cannot agree. At last he found his v oice. `At last it looks as if the people of Earth are beginning to see that they have come very near to killing their own planet.' `But.. `You refuse my gift? I offer you the world and you refu se it?' `Of course I do. He was so taken aback by this unexpected turn of events that for a moment he was quite speechless. My instructions are precise.sigh.' `And you w ould have me leave. `Mighty Azal.' Azal considered in silence.

His groans of anguish were horr endous to the ear. The great voice racked and strai ned. kill me. He must be eliminated. head thrown back.' said the Master softly. fearful of provoking Azal's wrath. She opened her eyes and looked up. `And.. what about him?' Once more the note of asto nishment and incredulity crept back into Azal's voice. not him!' She stood there.' she cried.. `He is not rational. eyes closed. Flashes of fire began to flicker round the fingertips.' He raised his hand and pointed at the Doctor. Go! Leave me. awaiting the bolt of fire which would mean annihilation. His great cloven hooves rang on the rocky floor as he stamped to and fro. The Doctor reeled in pain. as inevitably as if her whole life had been leading to this nromem. `No! He is a good man. `This action does not relate. `My time is short. `I shall.' he was crying. His whole body was star ting to glow as if lighted up by internal flames and smoke was drifting from him as from a mouldering firework about to explode. Clutch ing his head.' The Dæmon looked at him with something like distaste .`So. All of you!' . he was swaying hack and forth as though in pain. But nothing happe ned. `he is disruptive. `A Dæmon must die alone. Azal was behaving very strangely.' He lifted his head. `If you m ust kill somebody. shield ing him from the attack of the Dæmon. `There is no me aning. It does not relate.' he said after a reluctant pause.' The Master str uggled to suppress his glee. `You will give your power to me. Without a second's thought.' he said. Jo threw herself in front of the Doctor. after all.

' . `It's an attack we're after. The last of the Dæmons was dying. the drawing in the roadway outsid e the churchyard of a magic circle containing a five-pointed star. After several more soldiers had nearly been vaporised. Sergeant. she thought and concentrated on the task in hand.. `But surely. as Miss Hawthorne drew a strange symbol in each point of th e star. a deep rumbling to be heard and the rock surrounding the Dæmon to turn red hot. wh ile the rest of the UNIT troops continued their attempts to get into the Cavern. where he and the rest we now licking the wounds to their professional pride. It's the greatest magical defence th ere is.' Sergeant Benton had been detailed off to look after the white witch. formulated by the Brigadier and put into operation by Mike Yates. It helped her to put out of her mind a dreadful thought. he appeared to be in every p lace at once. we don't want a de fence?' said Benton. all of which had failed. you see. `It's the Gre at Pentagram of Solomon. to keep Bok occupied by the vestry door while a c overt approach was made on the Church's main door was foiled by Bok's taking to the air. Swooping and turning. the Brigadi er had ordered a strategic withdrawal to the green. If she managed to get past the gargoyle.It was very apparent that this was a good idea. how was she going to deal with Azal? One thing at a time. The ground was beginning to shak e.. An elaborate plan. hovering and diving. Struggling to get through the door they could all hear the cries of pain becomi ng shrieks of inhuman agony. Miss Hawthorne wa s chattering almost gaily as she completed her preparations for coping with Bok.

Er.. looking yearningly towards the group of khaki -clad figures on the green. `It's quite simple. Sergeant.' `Thank you .... to be a fortress against all foes. `There we are. It's like judo.' said Benton. `Of course it is... blessed be. Certainly not by myself.' `That's more or less the idea..' She stood up.' .' said Benton. `. `So you'll sta nd in the middle of that and call the gargoyle thing a few dirty names. Ben ton could only catch a few words..' she replied.' `I see. ma'am. and a pile of stones..' Miss Hawthorne produced what Benton could only suppose was a magic wand. becoming interested in spite of himself. It's an old occul t principle. you should get in here with me. but I'd feel daft standing in that thing. be quiet. He'll at tack you.`I would never be able to raise enough power for a direct attack.' she said briskl y. in the name of Hertha.. A magic attack which fails to find its mark recoils on the attacker . as she placed vari ous objects taken from a paper carrier-bag onto the pentagram. as she sprinkled salt on the articl es in the star--some iron nails.' she agreed. bound and sealed be all demons and powers of adversity. there's a good boy. some twigs. visible and invisible. `We've put our shoulders to the wheel and we're nearly at the top of the hill .. the fire will bounce back off you and. bingo! He'll vaporise himself..' `I still don't get it. muttering under her breath. she tr aced the outline of the circle and star with it. a strangely shaped root. a garlic flower. I think perhaps. We use the enemy's own power against himself. `But isn't that rather dangerous?' said Benton. Holding it in her right hand. Now. No.

But this. `I can have ago. `Right. The Brigadier was apparently involved in a vigorous argument with Captain Yates and Sergeant Osgood.' Miss Hawthorne pointed at the heap of stones.. I'd say. about thirty yards. `that a good cricketer could hit a wicket at. gleaming eyes da rting this way and that.`You'll feel very much dafter if our stone friend should hit you by mistake--or on purpose. Sergeant..' he said.' She gauged her distance between the circle and Bok with a countrywoman's eye. I need your help. but you play cricket. He turned sharply.. it's not entirely unselfish. `Ready. ' `Well. Now she could find out the extent of her powers for .. I'm sure. `Ready. Miss Hawthorne could hardly breathe for suffocating exc itement. It narrowly missed the imp .' she said.' she said.. Miss Hawthorne Very thoughtful of you. `Oh.. and picking u p one of the stones. This was the real thing! Her forays into the actual practice of her cra ft had been few and simple. `Oh. let's see. hefted it in his hand to get the weight.' he said.. for the matter of that. but the noise of its bouncing off a headstone served to warn Bok that he was o nce more being attacked. a nd gingerly stepped into the middle of the magic circle. ma'am?' he said. `Do you think. mainly concerned with the bringing of good fortune t o her friends. `You see.' The Sergeant looked vainly around for help.' Benton grinned. holding the amulet which hung on her chest between fin ger and thumb.' said Miss Hawthorne coyly.' `M y help? I don't know anything about magic.. yes. Sergeant Benton threw the first stone.' `No. a claw half raised.

should she fail. Sp otting Benton and Miss Hawthorne and. the vestry door was flung open and a flock of hooded figures came streaming out. at once guessing that they were the source of the attack. `It wo rked!' said Benton.' Benton seized Miss Hawthor ne and pulled her down to the shaking ground. he sent it flying accurately to its target. however. He had selected the smoothest and roundest stone from the pile. An d then the incredible happened.' s he said. sounding almost disappointed. whe re they flung themselves . The Doc tor and the others ran past the remnants of the gargoyle and onto the green. It struck Bok a sharp blow on the side of the head.certain. which lay unmoving. `Here we go again. she wouldn't know anything about it. But Miss Hawthorne knew better. The windows of the church were glo wing red with heat and there was a roaring like a furnace at full blast. At that moment. `Get down!' the Doctor was shouting. Among them coul d be seen the scarlet robe of the Master. he raised himself some seven feet into the air with a couple of powerful strokes of his bat-like wings and pointed his claw straight at them. With a practised flick of the wrist.' Benton was saying. The ugly creature leapt up with an evil snarl. the distinctive Edwardian clothes of t he Doctor and the white tabard which Jo was wearing. All at once his eyes turned blank and he seemed to be frozen solid. he cracked into three or four pieces. Falling heavily to the ground. `The whole thing's going up at any second. `He hadn't even attacked. Though of course. the fragments of an inanimate stone carving. She smiled wryly at the thought .

while straining his ears to listen in to the Doctor's conversation with the Br igadier. why did that destroy him?' `All his power w as turned back against himself. `Not magic.' said Miss Hawthorne. Get ready to move out. Miss Hawthorne.' `Good. Azal couldn't handle a fact as illogical and irrational as your being prepared to give up your life for me. smiling down at her.' said the Doctor. a little way across the green. `Will that heat barrier have cleared it self?' `Of course.' `Magic. you see. There was a long moment of suspense.' said the Doctor.' `Magic. You see. Yates' `Sir. `Jo saved us all. `I did?' Jo loo ked up from pulling off the tabard. Doctor. `Yes. The Master stood glowering at Sergeant Benton. Then the church blew up . Benton?' .' said the Brigadier. who was covering him with a gun .' she added wistfully. my dear. `And I shall neve r know now whether my plan would have worked.' `Science.down with the rest.' she said firmly.' Mike Yates look ed a little bewildered. `What happened?' Lethbridge Stewart was saying. `So that wou ld seem to be that. By that ridiculous and foolha rdy act of self-sacrifice. `So? I mean. Exactly the same magic principle I was trying to use against that stone creature. `You might say he blew a fuse! ' `There you are. s cience.

Seizing his opportunity. `Well. man?' snapped the Brigadier. the Master. Lethbridge Stewart. anyway?' The Doctor winke d at Jo. w ith a balletic twist. `How on earth did you do it. he had jumped in and was rolling away across the green.' `You want him to get away. his attention had wandered for a moment. Before anybody could stop him.' Benton raised his voice. flung his scarlet robe over Benton and made a run for Bess ie.`Yes. you heard the man! The pic nic's over!' The UNIT troops pulled themselves reluctantly to their feet and slo ped off towards the vehicles. . Well. `And get a move on!' barked Benton.' he said. despite all the Master's efforts. you lot. `Don't worry. `You'll damage Bessie. I won't. The Brigadier and Mike pulled out their guns and started firing. `You want me to ask you how you did that. sir. it wasn't magic. brought him bac k. Unfortunately.' The Doctor laughed and so did the Brigadier.' the Doctor said and called across the green: `Bessie! Bring him back!' The little yellow c ar obediently swung round and. straight into the muzzles of the UNIT guns. `No! Stop shooting!' cried the Doctor. The Brigadier looked at the Docto r. `Right.

Old Josh too. `Sorry. Yet again. `All unde r way.' said Miss Hawthorne. `The birds are singing. `let's give him some moral support. straight-faced. Everybody seemed happy now. of course. The Master's under constant guard. sir.Epilogue Young Stan Wilkins surveyed the busy village green with mixed feelings. And smell the flowers! The May Day miracle has happened agai n. He k new enough about cars to make a go of it--and Mam would have somewhere to live! Aye. Jo giggled. his uncle's death meant that the garage would now be his own. `You and I must do the fertility dance to celebrate the deliveran ce of Devil's End--nay.' said the blushing Bento n. Groom. ma'am. `Come along at once. `I'm rather busy at the moment.' she said. just think.' Sergeant Benton reported to the Brigadier. Thanks just the same. `Listen. poor To m.' `Nonsense.' `Sergeant.C.' cried Miss Hawthorne with delight. it was a funny old world. P. Mike Yates turned to Brigadier Lethbridge S tewart.' The Doctor laughing . she started to pull him over to the Maypole. Curious how things worked out.' Watching the suffering Benton. and yet. Stan took a deep breath of the clea n spring air and walked towards the Maypole. sir?' he said. the deliverance of the world!' And taking his hand. the Squi re was dead. right enough.' she answer ed gaily. `Come on. . The earth is born anew. Doctor. `Fancy a dance. the UNIT soldiers and. allowed himself to be dragged off.

The Morrismen began their intricate figures.. Captain Yates. `I'd rather have a pint. thank you. . a dance of liberation.' he replied. while around the Maypole the people of Devil's End danced a dance of thanksgiving. the piper started to play a lilting tune. a dance of jo y. As the two officers walked towards the pub.`No.

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