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she was inside the TARDIS Tegan held back, feeling instinctively that something was wrong. There was a noise in the console room, a deep, reverberating tone topped by scattered tinkling sounds which exactly repeated the noises which had afflicted her in the barn. Bracing herself, she entered the console room – and there, high upon the wall behind the door, she saw lights dancing.
They circled around each other, shimmering and constantly on the move, and the noise which accompanied them grew steadily stronger. Tegan stood rooted to the spot again.
Turlough had heard the noises too. Now he came slowly back into the console room, and stared up at this ghostly manifestation. ‘We’re too late,’ he murmured.
The sound of his voice brought Tegan back to her senses. ‘We must tell the Doctor!’ she shouted, and ran, putting as much distance as possible between herself and the horrors which lights like these brought with them.
Turlough, without Tegan’s experience, hesitated. As she had been earlier, he was held spellbound by these flickering, interweaving stars. Then discretion overcame curiosity and he followed Tegan – leaving the lights, and whatever might come out of them, in charge of the TARDIS.
As soon as they were sure that the horsemen were not coming back, the Doctor and Will Chandler began to explore their new surroundings. They had entered the church vestry, a small, bare chamber with stone walls and a flagged floor, which was flooded with light from two arched, latticed windows high up in the walls. Below one of these lay the recumbent stone effigy of a medieval knight.
Will bent over the statue, curious to see whether it was the same effigy which had lain here in 1643. The Doctor, meanwhile. had discovered a large tombstone set among the stone flags of the floor. Intrigued, he ran his fingers over the worn lettering and the outline of a figure which had been scratched into its surface.
‘Strange,’ be muttered to himself. Then he looked across at the lost lad he had found in the church. ‘Will!’ he called softly, ‘come and see.’
Will Chandler’s head was already buzzing fit to burst with inexplicable wonders. Now, as he shuffled across to the Doctor, his jacket flapping loose, and crouched down beside him, he was prepared for another surprise.
But this one stunned him. His expression changed in quick succession from one of frank, boyish curiosity to awe and then to craven terror. He backed off in a hurry, and whimpered.
‘Will?’ the Doctor said gently, watching him closely and measuring his reactions. ‘What’s the matter? Hmmm?’ He paused for a moment, and then with great deliberation and care asked him, ‘Will ... what happened in 1643?’
Will had gone down on one knee. He held a hand cupped to his car as if he was trying to hear something --listening back through centuries to see if the noises he remembered might return. He winced nervously and said,
‘Troopers come.’
‘No. No.’ The Doctor moved close to him. ‘Not the troopers, Will. Something else.’
Will backed away further. He was trying to escape the memory. He shuddered. ‘Malus come,’ he said, in a low and fearful voice. Then his face twitched with terror and he blurted, ‘Malus is God o’ War, isn’t he? Makes fightin’
worse! Makes ‘em hate more!’
His nerves were in a bad way, but the Doctor had to press him still further to be absolutely sure ff what he was saying. ‘The Malus is just a superstition, Will,’ he suggested.
Will gasped. ‘No!’ he cried, so emphatically the word came out like a hammer blow. ‘I’ve seen Malus! I’ve seen it!’
‘The Doctor watched him keenly, and saw the shadow of the Mains move through his eyes.
Tegan and Turlough, looking for the Doctor to warn him about the invasion of the TARDIS, ran up the crypt steps and hurried through the church. Outside, they gazed uncertainly around the lines of gravestones m the churchyard.
They had hoped they might find
They circled around each other, shimmering and constantly on the move, and the noise which accompanied them grew steadily stronger. Tegan stood rooted to the spot again.
Turlough had heard the noises too. Now he came slowly back into the console room, and stared up at this ghostly manifestation. ‘We’re too late,’ he murmured.
The sound of his voice brought Tegan back to her senses. ‘We must tell the Doctor!’ she shouted, and ran, putting as much distance as possible between herself and the horrors which lights like these brought with them.
Turlough, without Tegan’s experience, hesitated. As she had been earlier, he was held spellbound by these flickering, interweaving stars. Then discretion overcame curiosity and he followed Tegan – leaving the lights, and whatever might come out of them, in charge of the TARDIS.
As soon as they were sure that the horsemen were not coming back, the Doctor and Will Chandler began to explore their new surroundings. They had entered the church vestry, a small, bare chamber with stone walls and a flagged floor, which was flooded with light from two arched, latticed windows high up in the walls. Below one of these lay the recumbent stone effigy of a medieval knight.
Will bent over the statue, curious to see whether it was the same effigy which had lain here in 1643. The Doctor, meanwhile. had discovered a large tombstone set among the stone flags of the floor. Intrigued, he ran his fingers over the worn lettering and the outline of a figure which had been scratched into its surface.
‘Strange,’ be muttered to himself. Then he looked across at the lost lad he had found in the church. ‘Will!’ he called softly, ‘come and see.’
Will Chandler’s head was already buzzing fit to burst with inexplicable wonders. Now, as he shuffled across to the Doctor, his jacket flapping loose, and crouched down beside him, he was prepared for another surprise.
But this one stunned him. His expression changed in quick succession from one of frank, boyish curiosity to awe and then to craven terror. He backed off in a hurry, and whimpered.
‘Will?’ the Doctor said gently, watching him closely and measuring his reactions. ‘What’s the matter? Hmmm?’ He paused for a moment, and then with great deliberation and care asked him, ‘Will ... what happened in 1643?’
Will had gone down on one knee. He held a hand cupped to his car as if he was trying to hear something --listening back through centuries to see if the noises he remembered might return. He winced nervously and said,
‘Troopers come.’
‘No. No.’ The Doctor moved close to him. ‘Not the troopers, Will. Something else.’
Will backed away further. He was trying to escape the memory. He shuddered. ‘Malus come,’ he said, in a low and fearful voice. Then his face twitched with terror and he blurted, ‘Malus is God o’ War, isn’t he? Makes fightin’
worse! Makes ‘em hate more!’
His nerves were in a bad way, but the Doctor had to press him still further to be absolutely sure ff what he was saying. ‘The Malus is just a superstition, Will,’ he suggested.
Will gasped. ‘No!’ he cried, so emphatically the word came out like a hammer blow. ‘I’ve seen Malus! I’ve seen it!’
‘The Doctor watched him keenly, and saw the shadow of the Mains move through his eyes.
Tegan and Turlough, looking for the Doctor to warn him about the invasion of the TARDIS, ran up the crypt steps and hurried through the church. Outside, they gazed uncertainly around the lines of gravestones m the churchyard.
They had hoped they might find
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