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once before. A severe famine generations ago nearly wiped out all inhabitants. And it was for this reason that Vena agreed to place the amulet in the Doctor’s hands and return to Karfel.
Herbert eventually accepted his visitors’ stories.
Whether he had summoned them through the glass or not, they were indeed real and had to be the most exciting encounter he had ever experienced in his relatively short and uninteresting lifetime.
‘Can I come too, Doctor?’ enquired Herbert with a half-smile and polite frown. An answer to his outspoken request quickly dampened his enthusiasm.
‘We’re not off on some joy-ride, you know young man,’
bellowed the Doctor, eager to get back to the TARDIS.
‘The situation on Karfel is serious, very serious indeed!’
‘Not to mention dangerous,’ added Vena grimly.
Herbert retracted, realising that he was on a losing track. He turned to pick up his shoes and jacket then looked at his visitors directly.
‘Very well then. It was a pleasure meeting you both. I’m sorry we couldn’t have become better acquainted.’ The Victorian gentleman then proceeded out of the room into the kitchen, closing the door firmly.
The Doctor tapped Vena on the arm, signalling it was their cue to leave.
‘Nice enough lad, but I can’t possibly agree to his request.’
The Time Lord spotted a mirror on the oakwood Welsh dresser. He fingered it thoughtfully, then pocketed it.
‘Remind me to return it to Herbert when this is all over,’
he said.
Vena nodded, and they departed.
The main doors of the Borad’s vault slid open to allow his personal android entry. A report was made concerning the captured rebels, and that Peri had also been taken in the arrest. A rather pleased Borad issued further instructions as the android mentally recorded the orders systematically and without emotion.
‘Prepare the girl Peri with the M-80 cylinder as we have discussed, and set up a viewer in order that I can observe the experiment closely.’
The android nodded, then paused to consider another matter: ‘Borad, what about the Doctor? What shall I do with him when he returns to claim his assistant?’
The mysterious ruler of Karfel mused momentarily. It was obvious that little warmth existed between the two, and the Borad made the command that he had issued on so many occasions.
‘Use the Timelash. I have little need of the Time Lord, since he will have served my purposes. But bring me his time-machine - that will be my prize.’
Vena strolled around the centre console of the TARDIS
quite intrigued by the moving parts before her eyes.
‘You’ll soon have to hang on, my dear,’ the Doctor grinned with reassurance. ‘Don’t worry, it will only be temporary discomfort. Once inside the Timelash corridor it will be plain sailing.’
‘Incredible! Absolutely incredible!’
The Doctor gyrated angrily, glaring at the stowaway.
‘What in the universe are you doing here!’
Herbert, too impressed and elated by his fascinating experience, only offered a rapturous grimace.
‘Are we travelling below or above water?’
Whisked aside, the master of the TARDIS soon admonished his ‘guest’, removing his gleeful expression, after a severe reprimand.
Herbert retreated into a corner with his tail between his legs. ‘I promise I won’t get in the way, Doctor,’ he bleated sheepishly.
Nevertheless, the new time-traveller pulled out his pocket notebook and began furiously compiling notes.
Sketches and diagrams were quickly lined in thick pencil as if he were professionally surveying his surroundings.
The TARDIS walls began to tremble. The Doctor shouted to his new companions to brace themselves, and with the accompanying cacophony that alarmed Vena, the time-machine approached the vortex in space.
The TARDIS once more appeared as a blip on the Timelash’s tracker screen, and was quickly spotted by Tekker’s hawk-eyes.
‘You see,’ he squealed, entirely pleased with events, ‘I told you
Herbert eventually accepted his visitors’ stories.
Whether he had summoned them through the glass or not, they were indeed real and had to be the most exciting encounter he had ever experienced in his relatively short and uninteresting lifetime.
‘Can I come too, Doctor?’ enquired Herbert with a half-smile and polite frown. An answer to his outspoken request quickly dampened his enthusiasm.
‘We’re not off on some joy-ride, you know young man,’
bellowed the Doctor, eager to get back to the TARDIS.
‘The situation on Karfel is serious, very serious indeed!’
‘Not to mention dangerous,’ added Vena grimly.
Herbert retracted, realising that he was on a losing track. He turned to pick up his shoes and jacket then looked at his visitors directly.
‘Very well then. It was a pleasure meeting you both. I’m sorry we couldn’t have become better acquainted.’ The Victorian gentleman then proceeded out of the room into the kitchen, closing the door firmly.
The Doctor tapped Vena on the arm, signalling it was their cue to leave.
‘Nice enough lad, but I can’t possibly agree to his request.’
The Time Lord spotted a mirror on the oakwood Welsh dresser. He fingered it thoughtfully, then pocketed it.
‘Remind me to return it to Herbert when this is all over,’
he said.
Vena nodded, and they departed.
The main doors of the Borad’s vault slid open to allow his personal android entry. A report was made concerning the captured rebels, and that Peri had also been taken in the arrest. A rather pleased Borad issued further instructions as the android mentally recorded the orders systematically and without emotion.
‘Prepare the girl Peri with the M-80 cylinder as we have discussed, and set up a viewer in order that I can observe the experiment closely.’
The android nodded, then paused to consider another matter: ‘Borad, what about the Doctor? What shall I do with him when he returns to claim his assistant?’
The mysterious ruler of Karfel mused momentarily. It was obvious that little warmth existed between the two, and the Borad made the command that he had issued on so many occasions.
‘Use the Timelash. I have little need of the Time Lord, since he will have served my purposes. But bring me his time-machine - that will be my prize.’
Vena strolled around the centre console of the TARDIS
quite intrigued by the moving parts before her eyes.
‘You’ll soon have to hang on, my dear,’ the Doctor grinned with reassurance. ‘Don’t worry, it will only be temporary discomfort. Once inside the Timelash corridor it will be plain sailing.’
‘Incredible! Absolutely incredible!’
The Doctor gyrated angrily, glaring at the stowaway.
‘What in the universe are you doing here!’
Herbert, too impressed and elated by his fascinating experience, only offered a rapturous grimace.
‘Are we travelling below or above water?’
Whisked aside, the master of the TARDIS soon admonished his ‘guest’, removing his gleeful expression, after a severe reprimand.
Herbert retreated into a corner with his tail between his legs. ‘I promise I won’t get in the way, Doctor,’ he bleated sheepishly.
Nevertheless, the new time-traveller pulled out his pocket notebook and began furiously compiling notes.
Sketches and diagrams were quickly lined in thick pencil as if he were professionally surveying his surroundings.
The TARDIS walls began to tremble. The Doctor shouted to his new companions to brace themselves, and with the accompanying cacophony that alarmed Vena, the time-machine approached the vortex in space.
The TARDIS once more appeared as a blip on the Timelash’s tracker screen, and was quickly spotted by Tekker’s hawk-eyes.
‘You see,’ he squealed, entirely pleased with events, ‘I told you
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