A traitor to the Time Lords?
Can the Doctor really be in league with the evil Vardans,
spearheading a treacherous invasion of his home planet,
Gallifrey?
Or is he playing a deadly double game, saving the Time
Lords by appearing to betray them?
But the Vardans themselves are only pawns in the game,
and the Doctor faces an old and deadly enemy, as he
battles to foil the Invasion of Time.


'Terrance Dicks is a skilful professional storyteller... He has
deftly recaptured the programme's popular blend of hectic
menace and humourous selt-mockery.'
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             DOCTOR WHO
               AND THE
           INVASION OF TIME
Based on the BBC television serial by David Agnew by arrangement
            with the British Broadcasting Corporation



                 TERRANCE DICKS




                       A TARGET BOOK
                          published by
                   The Paperback Division of
                    W. H. Allen & Co. Ltd
A Target Book
Published in 1979
by the Paperback Division of W. H. Allen & Co. Ltd.
A Howard & Wyndham Company
44 Hill Street, London W1X 8LB

Novelisation copyright © Terrance Dicks 1979
Original script copyright © David Agnew 1978
'Dr Who' series copyright © British Broadcasting Corporation
1978, 1979

Printed and bound in Great Britain by
Anchor Brendon Ltd, Tiptree, Essex

ISBN 0 426 20093 4

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CONTENTS

1 Treaty for Treason
2 The President-Elect
3 Attack from the Matrix
4 The Fugitive
5 The Betrayal
6 The Invasion
7 The Outcasts
8 The Assassin
9 The Vardans
10 False Victory
11 The Sontarans
12 The Key of Rassilon
13 Failsafe
14 The Chase
15 The Wisdom of Rassilon
                             1
                    Treaty for Treason
       The space ship was enormous, terrifying, a long, sleek killer-
whale of space. Its hull-lines were sharp and predatory and it
bristled with the weapon-ports of a variety of death dealing devices.
Everything about it suggested devastating, murderous power.
       It was the flag-ship of the Vardan war fleet, heading towards
a planet called Gallifrey.
       Inside the space ship was another of even more advanced
design, though it would have been difficult to tell as much from the
outside. It took the form of a square blue police box, of the kind
once used on the planet Earth. Inside was an impossibly large
control room. The craft was called the TARDIS, and it was
dimensionally transcendental, bigger on the inside than on the
outside.
       The control room held a many-sided central console and two
people, or to be strictly accurate, one female humanoid and one
automaton.
       The human was a girl called Leela. She was tall and strong,
with brown eyes and long reddish-brown hair, and she wore a brief
costume of animal skins with a fighting knife at the belt. She paced
up and down the control room like a great cat. Leela was a
primitive, a savage, raised as a fighting warrior in a tribe called the
Sevateem.
       The automaton was shaped like a robot dog, and was
appropriately called K9. Both were companions of that mysterious
traveller in space and time known as the Doctor, and both were
wondering what had become of him.
       The Doctor's behaviour tended to be odd and arbitrary at the
best of times, but recently he had excelled himself.
       To begin with he had fallen into a strange, abstracted mood,
silent for long periods, answering questions with brief, snappish
replies. He seemed to be listening much of the time, staring
abstractedly into space like someone straining to catch a faint
message on the edge of hearing.
       The strange mood had ended in a flurry of equally mysterious
activity. The Doctor had hunched himself over the control board
and punched a long and complex series of co-ordinates into the
navigation circuits, correcting and re-correcting as if determined to
arrive at some utterly precise destination in space and time. And
now here they were inside an enormous alien space ship. The
Doctor had checked their arrival co-ordinates, given a grunt of
satisfaction, ordered them not to touch the scanner, and marched
straight out of the control room without a word of explanation.
       Leela and K9 were left to wait–and wonder.

       In the war room of the Vardan flag-ship, an enormous screen
took up the whole of one wall. On the screen, against a backdrop of
stars, was a visual display of the Vardan battle fleet, squadron upon
squadron in the typical Vardan V-formation, heading remorselessly
towards Gallifrey.
       Studying the display stood a tall, strangely-dressed figure. He
wore loose and comfortable-looking clothes with a vaguely
Bohemian air. An immensely long multi-coloured scarf was wound
about his neck, a battered broad-brimmed soft hat was jammed onto
a tangle of curly hair.
       There was a long curved conference table below the screen,
and behind the table high-backed chairs held the members of the
Vardan war council. An ornate, elaborately-sealed document lay in
the centre of the table.
       The Vardan Leader spoke in a thin, impatient voice. 'Speed is
vital, Doctor. Sign!'

      Leela completed yet another circuit of the control room,
stopped and stared impatiently down at K9. 'How much longer is he
going to be?'
      'Prognostication in matters concerning the Doctor impossible.'
      'Prog-what?'
      'I cannot tell.'
      'Can you tell me where we are then?'
      'Affirmative.'
      'Well?'
      'Materialisation has taken place inside an alien space craft.'
      'Why wouldn't the Doctor let me go with him?'
      'I do not know. Prognostication in matters concerning the
Doctor is–'
      'Impossible!' completed Leela. 'I know... but he may need
help.' Leela was quite convinced that the Doctor was far too
impractical to take care of himself. 'I'm going to take a look at the
scanner.'
       'Do not touch scanner control, Mistress.'
       'I know the Doctor said we shouldn't... but wouldn't you like
to see what he's doing, K9, who he's talking to?'
       'Negative. Curiosity is an emotion. I am not programmed for
emotion.'
       'Oh shut up,' said Leela crossly. 'You're no help at all.' She
turned on the scanner. Nothing happened. 'What's wrong? Why
won't it work?' She flicked the switch impatiently. 'Why?' K9 didn't
answer. Leela looked down. 'K9 sulking's emotional behaviour too,
you know. If you cannot be curious, then you cannot sulk.'
       More silence.
       'K9, I'm sorry,' said Leela cajolingly. 'I didn't mean to shout
at you.'
       'Apologies are not necessary,' said K9, but his tail antenna was
wagging gently.
       Leela smiled. 'No, of course not. Now, can you please tell me
why the scanner will not work?'
       'The Doctor immobilised the mechanism before he left.'
       'He doesn't trust me!' said Leela indignantly. 'What's he doing
out there?'

      'It is time to conclude these formalities, Doctor,' said the
Vardan leader impatiently. 'Sign the treaty!'
      The Doctor swung round. 'I never sign anything before I
read it.'
      'Then read!'
      The Doctor picked up the document and scanned it rapidly.
'You promised me complete control over the Time Lords.'
      'You will have complete control.'
      'But in paragraph four subsection three, it states that–'
      'Mere lawyers' quibbles, Doctor.'
      'I've heard that one before,' said the Doctor suspiciously.
'Lawyers' quibbles can get you killed.'
      'Sign it.'
      The Doctor sighed. 'Oh well, I've signed so many things in
my lives... one more won't make any difference.'
      'But it will,' said the Vardan softly. 'It will!'
      The Doctor produced an old-fashioned fountain pen from his
pocket. 'Complete control?'
      'My word on it.'
      The Doctor scrawled an elaborate set of hieroglyphics across
the bottom of the document, straightened up, and bowed
elaborately. 'I am honoured to serve the glorious Vardan cause.'

       A few minutes later the Doctor was being greeted with a
barrage of questions from Leela.
       'Doctor, where have you been? What have you been doing?
What's going on?'
       'Sssh!' said the Doctor. He went straight over to the control
console and began punching up coordinates.
       'Doctor, where have you been?'
       'Order K9 to tell you to shut up!'
       'K9 tell me to shut up? How dare you!'
       Taking Leela's repetition as an order, K9 glided over to her.
'Please adopt silent mode, Mistress.'
       'Now look here, K9...'
       The blaster extruded from beneath K9's nose. 'Imperative,
Mistress.'
       Leela knew the blaster would only be set on stun, but being
stunned by K9 was quite an unpleasant experience.
       Leela shut up.

       The Castellan's new suite of offices was an elaborate affair of
transparent plastic and gleaming metal, with complex control
consoles and brightly flickering vision screens everywhere. It was
over-technological even by Time Lord standards, but Kelner, the
new Castellan felt it helped to maintain his image. (The newly-
formed Castellan's Bodyguard Squad served the same purpose)
Kelner was a thin-faced, nervous, rather insecure Time Lord who
owed his position to a combination of good birth and political
intrigue.
       Spandrel the previous Castellan, now retired, had been
content with shabby chambers in an old, run down quarter of the
Capitol. But then, Spandrel had been a tough, no nonsense
character, who felt no need to keep up appearances. Kelner was
very different.
       The new Castellan sat behind an enormous desk in his inner
sanctum. The outer offices held his various assistants. Chief among
them was a handsome young Time Lord called Andred, Commander
of the Chancellery Guard. Andred was seldom to be found at his
desk. He didn't much care for Kelner, and took good care that his
various duties kept him out and about in the enormous sprawling
Capitol, the city-sized complex of buildings that was the seat of all
Time Lord government.
       At this particular moment Andred was at his desk for once,
which was fortunate since an urgent and alarming message had just
arrived.
       Andred was impatiently demanding further details from the
speaker on the other end of the communications circuit. 'Speak up,
man. Where? When–no relative time, fool! Thank you!' Andred sat
frowning for a moment. Much as he loved the grandeur of his
position, Castellan Kelner didn't really like to be troubled with
actual work. He would reprove you for bothering him with trivia–
and complain even more savagely if he wasn't told everything he
needed to know. Andred rose, and went into the inner office.
       Gorgeous in Castellan's robes, Kelner sat gazing into space,
presumably contemplating his own importance.
       Andred coughed and Kelner seemed to become aware of his
presence. 'Yes, what is it, Commander?'
       'A report has just come in, sir.'
       'Continue.'
       'Temporal scan has just picked up an unidentified capsule
approaching Gallifrey.'
       'Unidentified?' Kelner was displeased. Everything on Gallifrey
had to be identified, docketed, regulated. An unidentified capsule
was against all the rules.
       'At this distance, within our own Continum, the capsule, is still
unidentified.'
       'But it is one of our own?'
       'Long-range scan of molecular patina seems to indicate
Gallifreyan origin,' said Andred cautiously. 'But it's still too early for
a positive identification.'
       'Present defence level?'
       'Still on Green, sir.'
       'No sense in taking chances, Commander. Go to Amber.'
       'Yes sir. I'll need the code-key, sir.'
       There was a structure of multicoloured globes on Kelner's
desk, rather like a laboratory model of an atom. Kelner took one of
the little globes from its setting and handed it to Andred.
       Andred took the globe and left the office. Returning to his
own control complex, he held the globe before a scanner. 'Main
security? Commander Andred speaking. Please establish Amber Alert
immediately.'
       There was a brief musical bleep from the console as the
command code was recorded and accepted.

      The Doctor and K9 were alone in the control room. Leela
had gone off in a huff.
      The Doctor was studying his control console. 'They've put an
Amber Alert on me! An Amber Alert! Cheek!'
      K9 was baffled. He wasn't programmed for slang. 'Cheek,
Master?'
      'Yes, cheek!'
      'Cheek...     physical  characteristics...  humanoid       facial
component.'
      'Wrong,' said the Doctor absently.
      K9 whirred and clicked. 'Data check insists definition correct.'
      The Doctor ignored him. 'An Amber Alert, eh?'
      It wasn't clear if he thought the degree of alarm was too
severe, or not severe enough.

       'We have confirmation now, sir," reported Andred. 'The
capsule is definitely Gallifreyan.'
       'Then what is all the fuss about?'
       'It's still unidentified, sir.'
       Kelner punched a control panel and a set of symbols
appeared on the readout screen of his desk computer. 'Only two
Time Lords are currently absent on authorised research. If you
check their molecular codings...'
       'I've already done that, sir. Neither of them match.'
       Kelner rubbed long, bony hands together in alarm. 'Then
who is in that capsule? Unauthorised use of a Time Capsule carries
the death penalty, Commander. See to it!'
       Andred went back to his console. 'Commander Andred to all
Guard Leaders. An unidentified capsule is approaching the Capitol.'
He paused, formulating his orders. 'If there is no sign of life, the
capsule will be destroyed on materialisation. If a sentient life-form
emerges, arrest and hold for interrogation.' Andred paused. 'If the
alien resists arrest–kill him!'
                            2
                    The President-Elect
      'Like a dog-biscuit, K9,' said the Doctor suddenly. 'Or a ball-
bearing?'
      K9 was hurt. 'Please do not mock me, Master.'
      'Where's Leela?'
      'Immersed, Master.'
      'What?'
      'Totally immersed in H2O, Master.'
      'This is a fine time to take a bath!' said the Doctor
indignantly. 'That girl's got no sense of occasion.'

       Leela swam to and fro in a luxurious swimming pool that was
only one of the TARDIS's many surprises. Since it was dimensionally
transcendental, the interior of the TARDIS was virtually limitless in
size. Leela had discovered the swimming pool on one of her trips of
exploration, to the astonishment of the Doctor who had completely
forgotten it was there. She used it often now, especially when she
was worried. It seemed the nearest thing the TARDIS could provide
to the open air.
       Leela was worried now, as she swam length after length with
smooth, powerful strokes. The Doctor's strange behaviour seemed to
be getting steadily worse. She couldn't shake off the feeling that he
was heading blindly into terrible danger. Climbing out of the pool,
she shook herself dry and went to find him.

        Andred paused at the entrance to the Castellan's office.
'They've estimated the landing place of the capsule, sir. Right in the
heart of the Capitol. I think I'll go and supervise its destruction
personally.'
        Kelner waved him away. 'Of course. And remember, Andred,
an alien who can steal and control a capsule is dangerous by
definition. He is to be captured, interrogated, and then executed.'
        'I will see that all the regulations are observed, sir,' Andred
stiffly replied, and marched away.

      In the war room of their flag-ship, members of the Vardan
council were studying a complex flickering of symbols on a video
screen. 'Interesting,' said the Leader softly. 'He appears to have
landed.'
      One of the council said dubiously, 'Perhaps they will kill him
at once.'
      'No matter. There will be others...'

        The TARDIS appeared at the bottom of a flight of steps in
one of the ante-chambers of the main Capitol building. The choice
of arrival point was a worrying one, decided Andred. The
Chancellor's office was very close.
        The moment it materialised the TARDIS was surrounded by a
squad of Chancellery Guards. They waited, tense and alert, stasers
trained on the blue box.
        The TARDIS door opened and the Doctor strode out.
        He stared arrogantly about him, suddenly appeared to notice
the guards and favoured them with a lordly wave. 'Well, hello,
gentlemen. It is nice to be back!'
        Andred gave a signal, and the guards brought their stasers to
their shoulders.
        The Doctor beamed. 'Good, very good. I like to see a smart
bit of drill!' He strode up to the nearest guard like some visiting
general. 'And where are you from, my man?'
        There was just the right note of jovial authority in his voice
and the guard answered automatically. 'Gallifrey, sir.'
        'Gallifrey, eh?' said the Doctor thoughtfully. 'Never heard of
it!'
        He strolled down the line and stopped in front of another
guard. Before anyone could stop him he snatched the man's staser,
peered down the muzzle, then threw the weapon back to him.
'Disgusting, absolutely filthy!' He raked the line of guards with a
withering stare. 'Call yourselves an Honour Guard? Disgraceful, a
rabble that's all you are, a rabble, not fit to guard a jelly baby!'
With a sudden change of mood, the Doctor fished a crumpled paper
bag from his pocket and offered it to the nearest guard. 'Would you
care for a jelly baby, by the way?'
        Andred came forward. Somehow the situation was getting out
of his control. 'I don't think you understand, we're here to arrest
you...'
        His voice tailed away, as he caught sight of Leela, who had
suddenly appeared in the TARDIS doorway. He stood staring at her
open-mouthed.
       'Good, good,' said the Doctor cheerfully, and he strode
towards the door. 'Let's get on with it, shall we?'
       He set off at a brisk pace, and Leela started to follow him.
       The Doctor whirled round. 'Where do you think you're
going? You stay here till I send for you!'
       Baffled and resentful, Leela stayed where she was, and the
Doctor disappeared.
       Andred hurried after him. 'Number one section with me,
number two, guard the girl.' Leela was left standing beside the
TARDIS. The guards closed in on her.
       The Doctor strode through the wide marble corridors of the
chancellery, Andred hurrying to catch up with him. 'Halt!' shouted
Andred.
       The Doctor stopped so suddenly that Andred nearly bumped
into him.
       'Right you are. Lead the way!'
       'Follow me!' ordered Andred, determined to show who was in
charge.
       'Right,' said the Doctor amiably, and they went on their way.
       The Doctor glanced from side to side as they walked along.
Much of the Chancellery had been destroyed in the events of his last
visit, but it had all been rebuilt by now, and in an even more
elaborate style. 'Thing's have changed a bit since I was last here,' he
said chattily, and came to a sudden halt outside a heavy, ornately
carved door. 'Ah, here we are.'
       Andred stared at him. 'That's the Chancellor's office.'
       'I know!'
       The Doctor moved towards the door, but Andred barred his
way. 'No one can go in there unannounced.'
       'Then announce me!'
       Such was the authority in the Doctor's voice that Andred
heard himself saying, 'Very well.'
       He opened the door and went into the office. It was a long,
high-ceilinged room, richly but simply furnished. Behind a huge
desk at the far end sat a tall hawk-faced old man in the robes of a
Cardinal, reading an ancient scroll. His face was seamed and
wrinkled and his hair snowy white, but his back was straight and his
eyes bright with intelligence.
       This was Cardinal Borusa, now the most powerful Time Lord
on Gallifrey. Since the assassination of the last President by the last
Chancellor, Borusa had been both Chancellor and Acting-President,
until such time as a suitable Candidate for the Presidency could be
found. That had been some time ago, but as yet no suitable
candidate had appeared.
       Borusa looked up, displeased at the interruption. 'Well?'
       'Forgive the intrusion, sir, an unexpected emergency.'
       The Doctor strode into the room, brushing Andred aside.
       Borusa rose and to Andred's astonishment he actually smiled,
holding out his arms in welcome. 'Doctor! What brings you back to
Gallifrey?'
       There was no answering smile on the Doctor's face. 'I am
here to claim my legal right.'
       'What right?'
       'I claim the Inheritance of Rassilon. I claim the titles and
honours, the duty and obedience of all colleges. I claim the
Presidency of the High Council of the Time Lords.'

       Far away in deep space, the War Leader of the Vardans
looked up from the symbol-covered video-screen, dancing with its
intricately patterned shapes... 'I believe we have chosen well.'

       K9 glided to and fro before the TARDIS console. 'Where is
the Doctor?' he demanded.
       There was no reply. The TARDIS console, usually throbbing
with life was silent, dead.
       'You are a very stupid machine,' said K9 reprovingly, and
resumed his patrol.

       Andred and the guards had been dismissed, and the Doctor
and Borusa were alone.
       'You do not dispute my claim?'
       The old man looked sadly at his former pupil. The Doctor
had always been a secret favourite of his, despite a tendency to
rashness and indiscipline. Now he seemed to have slipped over the
border between eccentricity and madness. 'I do not dispute the
claim, only the lunatic arrogance with which it has been presented.'
       'Still the pedant, eh, Borusa. How you used to bore me when
I was at the Academy. All those endless lectures on responsibility
and duty...'
       'Which obviously failed to make the slightest impression.'
       'You taught me nothing. Nothing that instinct could not
provide better.'
       'Then you must trust your instincts.'
       The Doctor looked strangely at him. 'Yes... And you yours,
Borusa.'
       There was an odd little silence.
       Borusa said wearily. 'Very well, I will do my best to persuade
the other Cardinals to accept you as President.'
       'I am the President,' said the Doctor with simple arrogance.
'No persuasion is needed.'
       'Politeness dictates...' began Borusa.
       The Doctor interrupted him. 'Is there another candidate–
legally?'
       'No. It was an unfortunate oversight.'
       'Thank you!'
       'I intended no disrespect.'
       'Oh yes you did! Borusa, before you go, I need another
lesson.'
       'On what particular subject?'
       'On the Constitution.'
       'You had that at your fingertips, the last time we met.'
       'And if I hadn't, you would have killed me.'
       Borusa winced at the Doctor's accusation. There was an
uncomfortable amount of truth in it. 'Not I, but the one who was
then Chancellor..." he said defensively.
       The Doctor's previous visit to Gallifrey, the first since he had
fled into exile many long years before, had been brought about by
the machinations of the Master, his greatest enemy. The Master had
assassinated the President of Gallifrey and fixed the guilt of the
murder upon the Doctor.
       To escape execution, the Doctor had announced his candidacy
for the Presidency, putting himself beyond the reach of the law. At
the time this had simply been a legalistic device, to give the Doctor
time to discover and unmask the real criminal. Nevertheless the
Doctor had been accepted as a candidate for the Presidency, the
only opposition candidate was now dead, and no other candidate
had ever been brought forward According to the ancient
Constitution of Gallifrey, the Presidency had therefore passed to the
Doctor by default.
       'I stand corrected,' said the Doctor. 'The Chancellor would
have killed me. Did you simply assume his post after his death?'
       Borusa flushed angrily. 'The Council ratified my
appointment.'
      'Without a President, the Council can ratify nothing.'
      'There was no President,' snapped Borusa. 'You were
President-elect, it is true-but you chose to leave Gallifrey.'
      'And now I have returned as President!' Borusa turned to
leave and the Doctor snapped, 'A point which seems to have escaped
you, Borusa. You haven't been given leave to depart.'
      'Until you have been confirmed and inducted as President, I
do not need your leave to do anything!'
      'Then the ceremony had better take place at once.'
      'It will be arranged as soon as possible–'
      'At once,' repeated the Doctor implacably.
      Borusa was too furious to speak. He inclined his head in the
merest suggestion of a bow, turned and walked away.
      A picture of lunatic grandeur, the Doctor leaned back in his
chair and smiled.

       With total absorption, the Vardan council studied the tracery
of elaborate symbols on their vision screen.
       'An interesting encounter,' hissed the Leader. 'Perhaps we
should reconsider our plans for the Doctor. This needs thought.'
       'The plan has been made,' objected one of the council. 'Our
course has already been decided.'
       'I may reconsider,' said the War Leader arrogantly. 'The
Doctor seems to understand discipline. He could be useful to us.
Perhaps we should not kill him after all...'
                            3
                 Attack from the Matrix
        'No discipline,' stormed Borusa. 'That has always been the
Doctor's trouble.'
        The Doctor's orders meant that an induction ceremony had to
be arranged with almost indecent haste, and Borusa had come to
consult with Kelner.
        The Castellan had listened to the old man's angry recital with
noncommittal calm. Kelner was first and foremost a politician. The
new President, for all his eccentricities, seemed to be a man of
purpose and decision, and, perhaps Borusa's day was already over.
Kelner had no intention of allying himself with the losing side.
'Does the President-Elect fully understand the dangers? Does he
accept the risk of induction into the Matrix without the necessary
period of preparation?'
        'He understands nothing, he accepts nothing.'
        'No discipline!'
        Andred came in and bowed to his two superiors. 'Forgive me,
sirs, but the President-Elect desires your immediate attendance.'
        'Then let him rot in the heart of a black star!' snarled Borusa.
        'It is his urgent request, sir,' said Andred steadily. As if by
accident, his hand touched the butt of his staser pistol. Commander
Andred was a soldier, with a soldiers's loyalties. His duty was to
serve the ruler of his planet, and as far as he understood it, that
ruler was now the Doctor.
        'A request is a request,' said Kelner smoothly. 'After all,
Chancellor, it is only a matter of time before the President-Elect is
confirmed in his authority.'
        The Doctor received them in the Chancellor's office, still in
his mood of manic jollity. He listened with approval to Borusa's
report; the arrangements for the ceremony had been put in hand.
'Only a matter of time, then, gentlemen. Still it's always a matter of
time, Castellan, especially for Time Lords.'
        Borusa snorted. Kelner smiled humbly at the President-Elect's
little joke.
        'Now then,' said the Doctor cheerfully. 'About my office...'
        'Simply a matter of a few formalities, sir,' said Kelner
hurriedly.
       'Oh, I know that. I don't mean the office of President, I mean
my office, my quarters. You know, a room to sit and think in,
somewhere to go when I want to be alone.' He looked disdainfully
around him. 'I do so hate all this-squatting.'
       'There are of course the previous Presidents quarters,' said
Borusa acidly. 'He was a man of simple tastes, however. You might
not find them adequate.
       The Doctor waved a hand. 'Then we must have them re-
furnished.'
       'In what style, sir?' asked Kelner.
       Before the Doctor could reply, Borusa said angrily. 'May I
remind you that we are not your lackeys? We are Time Lords. I am
Chancellor–'
       'Illegally!'
       'I am a Cardinal, then. That, at least!'
       'Oh yes,' agreed the Doctor contemptuously. 'That, at least.
Now, take me to my office.'
       The office of the President adjoined the Chancellor's, and a
few moments later, Kelner was ushering the Doctor inside. The
rooms, as Borusa had said, were simply, almost sparsely furnished,
carved tables, a couch or two, a few ancient tapestries.
       'Oh no, this won't do at all,' said the Doctor. 'Still, the room
has possibilities, I suppose. It will have to be completely redecorated
of course.'
       'Of course, sir,' agreed Kelner. 'Which style would you
prefer?'
       The Doctor gazed round the spacious room. 'Oh, I don't
know. Early Quasar Five? A touch of Riga?'
       'The merest hint of the Sinan Empire?' suggested Kelner.
       'Second Dynasty, of course.'
       'Of course, sir,' agreed Kelner.
       Borusa said disgustedly. 'Why not Earth, Twentieth Century?
I understand you've spent a good deal of time there?'
       'Well, yes, I did get used to the place. Even liked it at times.'
       Kelner converted the date Borusa had mentioned into Time
Lord reckoning. 'Now let me see–that would be Sol Three...
Relative date zero point three four one seven three nine eight nine.'
       'On second thoughts, I think I'd prefer the style of the old
Thesaurian Empire-zero seven three, I think, the time when there
was all that wonderful lead panelling. It was their rarest metal, you
know, the equivalent of gold on Earth.'
       Kelner bowed. 'But of course, sir.'
       'Thank you,' said the Doctor graciously.
       'It will take a little time, I'm afraid."
       'Oh, we've plenty of that.' The Doctor glanced at Borusa. 'Eh,
Cardinal–I mean Chancellor–Elect.'
       Kelner bowed. 'Will that be all, sir?'
       'No. See to my friend Leela. Have her released, give her
comfortable quarters, and suitable dress for my initiation ceremony.
I shall expect her to attend.'
       'Yes of course, sir.'
       Kelner bowed his way out.
       'May I also leave, President-Elect?' asked Borusa coldly.
       'No. We have things to discuss.'
       'What things?'
       'The redecoration, for instance.'
       'I'm sure the Castellan is quite capable of dealing with that.'
       'Oh, yes, quite. But I would be grateful if you could supervise
certain important details. The good Castellan has flaws in his
understanding, does he not?'
       Borusa gave the Doctor a sudden thoughtful look, but said
nothing.
       'For instance,' continued the Doctor, 'his knowledge hardly
extends to the characteristic Thesaurian style of the zero seven three
era.'
       'Zero seven three?'
       'Yes, you remember, all those marvellous lead panels. Very
primitive, of course, but so effective.'
       'Lead is a very difficult substance to control...'
       'Very few have mastered the art.'
       'Then more must do so. Put your best craftsmen on it–
immediately.'
       'Where would you like the lead panels to be placed?'
       'Everywhere, Borusa,' said the Doctor expansively.
       'Everywhere?'
       'Yes!' The Doctor swept his hand round the room in an
extravagant gesture. 'Door, walls, ceiling, floor–everywhere!'

      Leela held up an elaborate gold lamé robe and studied it
disgustedly.
      'That looks very good,' said Andred encouragingly.
      Leela crumpled the elegant robe and tossed it to the floor.
       Commander Andred sighed. 'Madam, please...'
       'My name is Leela.'
       'Leela, we have tried every style of female attire in the entire
cosmos. May I ask what you would like?'
       'I would like a quiver of arrows, a bow, a pouch of Janis
thorns, and my knife back.'
       She reached for her knife, which was thrust into Andred's
belt, but Andred caught her wrist and forced her hand away–not
without effort, since she was almost as strong as he was. For a
moment they stood locked in opposition, then Andred put forth his
full strength and thrust her hand down and away. 'Madam–Leela,'
he said deliberately, 'I have told you many times that I cannot give
you back your knife. My guards were quite right to take it from
you. All weapons are forbidden here, except for those carried by the
guards themselves, for internal security.'
       'You said the Doctor ordered you to look after me.'
       'Yes, those were the President-Elect's instructions, Madam.'
       In fact they had been Kelner's, passed on from the Doctor.
Andred had accepted the assignment with mixed feelings. It meant
that he would be seeing more of Leela, who was so much more vital
and alive than the cool, remote Time Ladies one saw in the Capitol.
Her savage beauty had made a considerable impression on Andred.
But he hadn't been prepared for her fiercely independent
temperament, and he felt as if he had been suddenly put in charge
of a female wildcat. Leela had been unimpressed by the luxuriously
furnished rooms he had provided for her. Now she was rejecting all
his attempts to provide her with a more suitable wardrobe.
       'I am sorry, Madam,' he began again.
       'Don't call me Madam!'
       'I am sorry, Leela, but I cannot give you your weapon.'
       Leela grabbed a box of priceless jewels and threw them across
the room. 'Then keep your fine clothes and useless baubles–and
keep your President-Elect!'

      In the Chancellor's office, Borusa was finishing an account of
the long and complex ceremony that lay before the Doctor. 'And
then Gold Usher will formally introduce you to the Matrix.'
      'Just the Matrix,' asked the Doctor idly–but his eyes were
bright with concentration.
      'There is no just about it. The Matrix is–everything! The
sum total of all the information that has ever been stored, that ever
can be stored... the imprints of the personalities of generations of
Time Lords and their Presidents–their elected Presidents–will
become available to you. It will become part of you, as you will
become part of it.'
     'Yes,' said the Doctor slowly. 'That's what I thought...'

     (The Vardan Leader watched the swirling coalescence of
symbols on his screen and said, 'Prepare!')

      'But you know all this already,' said Borusa. 'Once before you
have entered into the Amplified Panatropic Computer.'
      'Yes... I didn't like it much.' The Doctor had only been able
to defeat the Master's murderous schemes by linking his mind with
the APC net. In doing so, he had entered a nightmare world,
created by the rebel Time Lord who had been the Master's pawn. It
was an experience that had almost cost the Doctor his sanity and his
life.
      'The APC net is only a small part of the Matrix,' said Borusa
warningly. The psychic shock of union with the Matrix was
considerable, and most Presidents-Elect prepared themselves for the
ordeal with a long period of mental training. It was typical of the
Doctor, thought Borusa, that he was prepared to take the risk with
no preparation at all.
      The Doctor said musingly. 'And when I have been introduced
to the Matrix, I will have complete power?'
      'More power than anyone in the known universe.'
      'I'll put it to good use-the best use!'
      'That is no more than your duty.'
      The Doctor smiled. 'Oh yes, quite so, Borusa. Quite so!'

    The Vardan War Leader rose. 'Summon the Commanders !'
    'Full Alert?'
    'Not yet. But the first phase is already nearing completion.
We must be ready.'

     Andred appeared in the doorway of Leela's chambers. 'Please
come now, Leela it is time. You'll be late for the ceremony.'
     Leela stood in the centre of the room, arms folded. 'I will not
come unless you return my weapon.'
       Andred sighed. He took the knife from his belt and passed it
to Leela. She slipped it back into the sheath. 'This ceremony-it does
the Doctor much honour?'
       'The highest honour that our race can give.'
       'Then I shall not let him down.' Leela remembered the
complex ceremonies with which her own tribe marked the creation
of a new chief. 'Are there duties for me? Rites I must observe,
things I must do or not do?'
       'There is nothing for you to do but attend and observe,'
Andred paused. 'Oh, perhaps there is one thing, Leela?'
       'Yes?'
       'It would assist the smooth progress of the affair if you could
refrain from killing anyone while the ceremony is in progress.'
       'I will try,' promised Leela solemnly. She followed Andred
from the room.

       The grand hall of the Panopticon is an immense circular
chamber used by the Time Lords for all their major ceremonies. It
is one of the largest and most impressive chambers in the known
universe. The immense marble floor is big enough to hold an army,
the domed glass roof seems as high above as the sky itself. Row
upon row of viewing galleries run around the walls, and on the far
side of the hall an impressive staircase leads down to a raised
circular dais. By now the hall was filled with rank upon rank of
Time Lords, all wearing the different-coloured robes and insignia of
the different Chapters, the complex social family and political
organisations that dominated Time Lord Society.
       As the hall slowly filled two very old, very eminent Time
Lords stood close to the dais.
       'Undue haste is bad enough,' said Lord Gomer pettishly.
'Vulgar bad manners is if anything possibly worse. Why, normally it
takes years to discuss a Presidential Ordination let alone actually
assemble one.' Gomer was the Surgeon-General, a man of rigidly
old-fashioned views.
       Lord Savar nodded wisely. 'Unsettled times, eh, Gomer? Still,
they say the time will throw up the man.'
       'They say time brings wisdom too,' snapped Gomer. He stared
pointedly at his ancient colleague. 'Incidentally, aren't you overdue
for another regeneration?'
       Savar ignored the remark. 'I believe I have wisdom to fit my
years,' he said complacently.
       'Just so, my lord,' said Gomer dryly. 'Ever hear of cyclic
burst?'
       'I beg your pardon?'
       'The answer to many scientific problems may lie in the cyclic
burst ratio,' said Gomer solemnly.
       'The Black Star protect us! What is a cyclic burst ratio?'
       'Oh, it's just a little study of mine, a hobby. You do
understand what a hobby is?'
       'I may have come across the term,' said Savar loftily. 'But I
fail to understand any significant meaning.'
       'That does not surprise me.' said Gomer dryly. Savar was not
known for any unnecessary mental activity. Gomer persisted with his
explanation, without much hope of being understood. 'I'm making a
study of what I call wavelength broadcast power transduction.'
       Savar covered a yawn. 'Really?'
       'I've noticed lately, say over the last decade or so, an
enormous fluctuation in relative wavelength transduction over a
particularly narrow band..."
       To Savar's enormous relief, a fanfare of trumpets announced
the arrival of the President-Elect.
       Impressive in his long white robes the Doctor came down the
great staircase and took his place on the central dais. Behind him
came the appropriately robed Gold Usher, and behind him Castellan
Kelner, High Cardinal Borusa, and the other Cardinals and officials.
       The Doctor took his place on the centre of the raised circular
dais and the others grouped themselves formally around him.
       Andred had found a place for Leela in the very front rank of
the spectators. She was impressed in spite of herself, with the
immense size of the hall, and the ornately robed crowd. These Time
Lords must be a powerful tribe. The Doctor seemed a stranger in
his long white ceremonial robes, his usually cheerful features cold
and hard. His eyes flicked briefly, but without recognition, over
Leela in her place in the front rank.
       Gold Usher came to the front of the dais and held up his
hand. There was total silence in the enormous hall.
       He began to speak, declaiming his words in a sonorous rolling
chant. 'Honoured members of the High Council, Cardinals, Time
Lords... Madam..." He inclined his head briefly towards Leela, and
for a moment there seemed a twinkle in his eye. Then the deep
voice took up its impressive chant. 'We are here today to honour
the will and the wisdom of Rassilon...'
      ('We are near victory,' hissed the Vardan War Chief, his eyes
fixed on the screen.)

       Leela's eyes glazed and her head nodded as the ceremony
went on and on. Other Time Lords came forward and played their
part, there were solemn incantations and responses, and what
seemed like a recital of the entire history of the Time Lords. Finally
Gold Usher came forward once more. Leela sensed that the
ceremony was nearing its end. Gold Usher's ceremonial staff crashed
down, the sound echoing thunderously. 'Is there anyone here to
contest the right of the candidate to the Great Key of Rassilon?'
       Again that total silence fell on the vast crowded hall.
       'By custom, I shall strike three times. Should no voice be
heard by the third stroke, I shall in duty bound, invest the
candidate as President of the High Council of the Time Lords of
Gallifrey.' The staff crashed down. Once... twice... The pauses
between the echoing reverberations seemed endless.

      ('Now we have them,' hissed the Vardan War Leader
exultantly.)

       The staff crashed down for the third time, and the echoes
rolled away around the edges of the great hall. Gold Usher turned
to the Doctor. 'It is my duty and privilege, by consent of the Time
Lords of Gallifrey, to invest you as President of the High Council.
Accept therefore the sash of Rassilon...' Gold Usher took the heavy,
ornate sash from a waiting guard and fastened it about the Doctor's
shoulders.
       'Accept therefore the Rod of Rassilon
       He placed a slender metal wand in the Doctor's hands.
       'Seek, therefore to find the Great Key of Rassilon...'
       He gestured towards an empty cushion, held by another
guard. (The Key of Rassilon had been stolen by the Master, and he
had escaped with it after the failure of his attempt to destroy
Gallifrey.)
       The Doctor reached out his hand and touched the cushion in
a ceremonial gesture.
       'Do you swear to uphold the laws of Gallifrey? Do you swear
to follow in the wisdom of Rassilon?'
       'I swear.'
       Another pause. Gold Usher's staff rapped once more and a
plinth bearing a golden Circlet rose from the dais. 'Then I invest
you Lord President of the High Council. I wish you good fortune
and strength.'
       Gold Usher lifted the Circlet and holding it high moved over
to the Doctor. 'I give you... the Matrix,' he said solemnly, and
placed the Circlet on the Doctor's head.
       The Doctor stood there for a moment, the focus of the entire
enormous assembly.
       Then his face twisted and his body convulsed. His mouth
opened in a kind of silent scream, as he tried frantically to claw the
Circlet from his temples...
                              4
                         The Fugitive
       For a moment no one moved, as the Doctor writhed in agony
before them.
       Then Leela sprang onto the dais, and hurled herself at the
Doctor, knocking him from his feet. The Doctor fell headlong, and
the force of his fall dislodged the Circlet from his brow. His body
arched in a final spasm, and he slumped back unconscious.
       'Doctor!' screamed Leela. A guard pulled her away.
       'The Matrix rejects the candidate,' shouted Borusa
triumphantly. 'Guards, seize him!'
       Andred hesitated for a moment, then led his men forward.
Gold Usher barred their way. 'Stop! None may lay hands on the
president!'
       'The Matrix has rejected him!' repeated Borusa.
       'He is the Matrix now. It cannot reject him.' And with slight
panic in his voice he cried, 'Surgeon General!'
       Gomer hurried forward and knelt to examine the Doctor.
       'Will he be all right?' asked Leela.
       The old man went on with his examination, and did not
reply. Leela waited anxiously.
       Borusa and Gold Usher were still locked in argument.
       'Surely you can see that this changes everything,' insisted
Borusa. 'For a candidate to be attacked by the Matrix... it's unheard
of.'
       'There is no candidate, Chancellor-Elect Borusa. There is only
the President. The Circlet is the Matrix Terminal. It can only be
worn by the President, therefore this is the President.'
       Stiffly Gomer rose. 'Moreover, Borusa, if you continue to
stand there arguing legal technicalities, we shall find ourselves going
through this whole boring business again, in the very near future.'
Gomer was no respecter of ceremonies, or of Chancellors either.
       Leela realised the significance of Gomer's words. 'You mean
the Doctor is going to die?'
       'Very possibly. For the moment he has retreated.'
       'The Doctor does not retreat,' said Leela fiercely. 'He is no
coward.'
        'The retreat is purely a mental one, a simple defence reaction
brought about by a sudden and unexpected attack on his conscious
mind.'
        'You see?' said Borusa triumphantly. 'There was an attack.'
        'Oh have the kindness to be quiet, Borusa,' snapped Gomer.
'The President needs both rest and skilled medical attention. I shall
supervise his case myself. We need a place of absolute security–and
quiet.'
        'May I be permitted to suggest the Chancellery?'
        'The Chancellery will be perfect,' agreed Gomer. 'Take him
away.'
        Guards lifted the Doctor and carried him reverently from the
Panopticon. Gomer turned to the Cardinal. 'As for you, Borusa, I
suggest you cut off all communication with the President, prohibit
all visitors and keep your tedious bureaucratic problems to yourself.'
        He hobbled off after the Doctor.
        'Impertinence!' fumed Borusa. He was more used to
delivering rebukes than to receiving them.
        Kelner said soothingly. 'The Surgeon-General may be a little
impetuous, but I'm sure his hearts are in the right places!'

      (In their war room the Vardans were conferring agitatedly.
'We are close,' whispered one of the council. 'So very close!'
      The War Leader said, 'It is still too soon. He has little
strength.'
      One of the council said, 'Should he die, it will take a long
time to replace him.'
      'Too long. We must gamble upon his survival. Signal all
Commanders to increase speed. We shall implement plan three.')

       The murmuring was louder now, and the crowd around the
dais thickened as Time Lords pressed forward to see what was going
on. Borusa raised his voice. 'Time Lords! The President is unwell.
We have taken him to the Chancellery. Remain calm. A bulletin will
be issued shortly. Please leave the Panopticon quietly.'
       As agitated Time Lords began filing out, he turned to
Andred. 'Bring the girl, Commander. We must investigate her attack
on the Doctor.'
       'I didn't attack him,' protested Leela. 'I saved him.'
       'The enquiry will determine that. Bring her!'
       The Doctor lay stretched out on a couch in the Chancellor's
office. Gomer was leaning over him, holding a tiny crystal phial to
his neck. The colourless liquid flowed directly into the Doctor's
blood stream. Gomer handed the empty phial to an assistant and
straightened up.
       'Well, Lord Gomer?' demanded Borusa impatiently.
       'He has suffered a massive sub-mensan shock. I've given him
a deranger dose but it will be hours perhaps days before he...'
       'Doctor!' said Leela delightedly. Everyone looked. The
Doctor's eyes were open.
       'Incredible,' murmured Gomer.
       Leela hurried to the Doctor's side. 'Are you all right?'
       'Quietly now,' warned Borusa.
       The Doctor lifted his head. 'Ah Chancellor! What happened?"
       'You suffered some kind of an attack,' said Borusa cautiously.
'In addition to which, your alien friend here knocked you down.'
       'No, no, it was the Circlet,' insisted Leela. 'The Circlet was
killing him!'
       The Doctor sat up. He stared indignantly at Leela. 'What are
you doing on Gallifrey?'
       'You brought me.'
       'Nonsense. It's forbidden to bring alien savages into the
Capitol. Get rid of her.'
       'Doctor, what's happened to you? It's me, Leela...'
       'Put her out, Commander,' ordered Borusa.
       Andred took hold of Leela's arm. 'Out where, sir?'
       'Outside the Capitol, of course.'
       'In the outer world?' said Andred, shocked. The Capitol was
so large that it covered most of Gallifrey. Indeed to a Time Lord,
the Capitol was Gallifrey. The country outside was still surprisingly
wild and primitive.
       'That's right,' said the Doctor implacably. 'Expel her!'
       'No,' said Leela desperately. 'Something's happened to your
mind, Doctor, I won't leave you.'
       'Take her!' ordered Borusa. The guards closed in on Leela–
but not soon enough.
       She broke free of Andred's grip, dodged round him and
made for the door. Two more guards moved to cut her off. She
grabbed the nearest, threw him against his fellow, and flashed out of
the door before the tangled guards could disentangle themselves.
       'After her!' shouted Borusa.
       The guards lumbered in pursuit. Leela was already
disappearing down the corridor.
       The leading guard drew his staser. 'Halt, or I fire!'
       Leela went on running, weaving to and fro. The guard fired–
and missed. Leela turned a corner and disappeared.
       Andred came running up. 'Which way did she go?'
       'She turned off down there, sir.'
       'Well, don't just stand there–get after her!'
       The guards ran off. Andred raised his wrist-communicator.
'This is Commander Andred. Sound the alarm, and turn out all
available guards. An escaped alien prisoner is at large in the
Capitol.'
       A clangorous alarm bell began ringing through the corridors.
       Leela sped through the long marble corridors, guards close
behind her. She shot past two ancient Time Lords who were
toddling along the corridor discussing the recent scandalous events
in the Panopticon. The guards hurtled around the corner in
pursuit. They raised their stasers. 'Stop, alien!' But the two old
Time Lords blocked their view of Leela, and they couldn't get a
clear shot.
       By the time they had herded the astonished old men out of
the way and taken up the pursuit, Leela had disappeared.

       Andred came back into the Chancellor's office to find the
Doctor sitting up. 'That's funny, there's a ringing in my head.'
       'I ordered the alarms to be sounded, sir. The girl got away.'
       Kelner bustled in. 'What is happening? Who ordered those
alarm–' he broke off at the sight of the Doctor. 'Your Excellency is
feeling better?'
       'Can't complain, Castellan,' said the Doctor cheerfully.
       'Excellent-and now, Chancellor, if I may enquire...'
       'The President ordered his female companion to be expelled
from the Capitol. She got away."
       'I'll take charge of the operation myself, Your Excellency,'
said Kelner.
       'That's very brave of you. I warn you, Leela can be
dangerous!'
       'Have no fear Your Excellency, I shall see that she is driven
out. Come, Commander.'
       As Kelner departed the Doctor said plaintively. 'I wish
someone would switch off that awful ringing in my head.'
      Andred snapped an order and the sound died away.
      'Ah, that's better,' said the Doctor.
      Andred bowed, and followed Kelner leaving the Doctor and
Borusa alone.
      The old man looked down at his former pupil. 'What exactly
are you playing at, Doctor?'
      The Doctor grinned impudently up at him. 'A little more
respect, if you don't mind. After all, I am President!'
      'I thought respect was a quality you didn't admire, Doctor.'
      'Ah, but that was before. I'd have thought you, of all people,
would know me better, Chancellor.'
      'You could never succeed in deceiving me when you were a
student at the Academy. You haven't changed in that respect–and
neither have I. But this is rather more than a student prank–isn't
it?'
      'Believe me, Lord Borusa, I've never been more serious in my
life–in any of my lives. While Leela remains free in the Capitol,
we're all in danger.'
      'Isn't that a little melodramatic–even for you?'
      The Doctor yawned ostentatiously. 'Forgive me, my ordeal at
the induction seems to have made me rather tired.'
      Borusa bowed ironically. 'Then you must rest, My Lord
President.'
      'Thank you, my dear Chancellor-Elect.'
      Borusa went to the door. 'We can continue our discussion
when you have had time to rest–and when your alien friend has
been captured and expelled. Meanwhile, I shall make sure that you
are not disturbed.'
      Borusa went out, and the Doctor heard his voice giving
orders in the corridor outside. He waited for a moment, got up,
and then tip-toed cautiously to the door, opening it a crack. He
peered out into the corridor. Two guards were posted outside the
room.
      To keep others out, or to keep him in, wondered the Doctor.
He could order them to go away–but would they obey him? Better
not risk direct confrontation. His new and exalted position was far
from secure.
      The Doctor began pacing about the room. There was a
tapestry on the wall behind Borusa's desk. The Doctor lifted it
gently. It concealed a door.
      'Can't fool me, Borusa, I knew you'd have a bolt-hole. Well
done, Doctor!' He tried to open the door. It was locked. The
Doctor felt in his pockets for his sonic screwdriver, and realised that
he hadn't got any pockets–he was still in his induction robe.
      He looked round the room, and saw his own clothes in the
corner, arranged on a stand. He hurried over to them... The guards
outside the Chancellor's office crashed to attention, as Andred came
along the corridor. He tried to enter the room, but the guards
Presented their stasers, barring his way. Andred glared at them.
'Out of my way. I want to see the president.'
      'Sorry, sir. No one to enter. Chancellor Borusa's orders. No
exceptions.'
      Andred decided to save face as best he could. 'You know how
to obey orders, I see. Good men!' He went on his way.

        The Doctor completed dressing, winding his scarf around his
neck and jamming his hat on the back of his head. He produced his
sonic screwdriver and attacked the lock. Nothing happened. He
tried again. Still nothing. He searched Borusa's desk, finding not a
key but a map, which he promptly pocketed. 'Even the sonic
screwdriver won't get me out of this one,' thought the Doctor and
looked thoughtfully at the Chancellor's empty chair, addressing it as
though Borusa still sat there. 'Now listen, I've got a problem.
There's absolutely no point in having another door to your room if
you haven't got a key. Well, is there? QED Quod Erat
Demonstrandum. That's Latin. Latin and logic. But an actual key
can be lost or stolen, therefore you're the key, Borusa. Palm print?
No, that's too simple. Retina pattern?' He glared hard at the empty
chair. 'No... But you've got to admit, that you're very fond of the
sound of your own voice.' He turned to the door. 'Open Sesame! I
command you to open!' Nothing happened.
        'Retina print, palm print, voice print...' He looked; accusingly
at the chair. 'But you don't like voice prints, do you? You always
used to say there's nothing more useless than a lock with a voice
print!'
        There was a whirr and a clunk from the door.
        The Doctor spoke again, managing to produce a very
creditable imitation of Borusa's acid tones. 'There's nothing more
useless than a lock with a voice print!' The door swung open.
Behind it was a short, dark passage.
       The Doctor went down it, opened the door at the other end
and emerged into the anteroom to the President's office.
       Pausing a moment to get his bearings, he hurried off in the
direction of the TARDIS.

       Leela was trying to reach the TARDIS herself, but she'd been
forced to hide in an alcove by the sudden appearance of a squad of
guards.
       Once they'd passed by, she emerged–and heard somebody
coming down the corridor. She ducked back into cover. Somebody
passed by.
       Leela thought there was something very familiar about those
footsteps. She popped her head out, and was just in time to see the
Doctor disappearing round a corner.
       Stealthily Leela moved after him.

       Andred was in the Castellan's office, punching up shot after
shot on the Capitol's video system. There were so many corridors,
passages, antechambers and walkaways in the enormous old building
that the chances of hitting the right one at the right time were very
small, but Andred carried on trying, checking corridor after
corridor in a random search pattern. Much to his own surprise, he
came upon two furtive figures hurrying down a corridor. He looked
up and called, 'Sir, I think I've found the alien.'
       Kelner hurried over. 'Where is she?'
       'There, sir. She's with the President.'
       Kelner was outraged. 'With the President?'
       'Well, following him, anyway, sir. Line two, zero, two, sir.'
       Kelner punched the controls on his desk monitor, and saw
the Doctor striding swiftly down a corridor, Leela some little
distance behind him.
       Kelner switched on a communication circuit. 'Chancellor, this
is Castellan Kelner. Is the President with you, by any chance? Still
resting and not to be disturbed? I see... Would you kindly inform
me when he awakens? Thank you so much.'
       Kelner looked up at Andred. 'Well, don't just stand there,
Commander. Get after her!'

      The Doctor had almost reached his destination when a squad
of guards came marching round the corner, heading straight
towards him. The Doctor made no attempt to run. As the guards
came level with him he flipped open his coat. 'Bow to the Sash of
Rassilon!' The guards bowed their heads in reverence at the sight of
the gleaming metal sash, and the Doctor walked straight past them.
The guards raised their heads to find their new President
disappearing down the corridor, and a skin-clad alien figure
hurrying towards them.
       Leela pointed towards the Doctor. 'I'm with him,' she said,
and before the astonished guards could react, she had slipped past
them and was following the Doctor.
       The Doctor hurried down the staircase that led to the
antechamber, delighted to find the TARDIS still standing at the
bottom. He sensed movement behind him, glanced over his
shoulder, and caught a quick glimpse of Leela ducking back into
cover. Quickly, he opened the TARDIS door and went inside.
       Meanwhile Andred had arrived and was interrogating his
guards. 'Well, where is she?'
       'She came this way, sir, but she was with the President–'
       'Probably heading for the capsule,' muttered Andred. 'Come
on!'

      Leela ran up to the TARDIS door. It was closed against her.
She began hammering on the door with her fists.

      Inside the TARDIS, the Doctor stood silently, waiting. He
made no attempt to open the door.
      K9 was at the Doctor's feet. They could see Leela's face on
the scanner, hear her anguished voice as she pounded on the door.
'Doctor, please, open the door! Please, let me in!'
      The Doctor didn't move.
      Beside him K9's head drooped sadly.

      Andred and the guards hurried towards the TARDIS.
                              5
                         The Betrayal
        Leela heard a clatter of booted feet, abandoned her attempt
to get inside the TARDIS, ducked round the back of it, and sped
silently away.
        Andred and his guards ran in from the other side and rushed
up to the TARDIS. A guard tried unsuccessfully to open the door.
'It's locked, sir.'
        'She must be in there. If the President's in there too she may
try to harm him again.' Andred studied the TARDIS door. 'These
old type forties have got some kind of trionic locking device. We'll
need a set of cypher ident keys. Get moving, man!'
        The guard hurried away.

       The Doctor said, 'Well, K9, what d'you think? How are we
doing so far?'.
       'Too many variables for accurate forecast.'
       'What variables?'
       'Illogicality of humanoid procedures.'
       The Doctor grinned ruefully. 'Like me, you mean?'
       'Affirmative, Master!'
       'All right, then. How am I?'
       The Doctor stood still, while K9 scanned him with his scissors.
       'Cerebral circuits in functional order. Physical condition–
dubious.'
       'Thank you very much!'
       K9 wasn't programmed for irony. 'Risks taken appear to have
been justified by results.'
       'What are our chances if we proceed?'
       'Actions so far indicate a success probability of thirty-nine
point seven five.'
       'That bad, eh?' said the Doctor thoughtfully. 'Are you sure?'
       'Affirmative.'
       The Doctor produced the map from Borusa's desk. 'Listen,
I've discovered the location of the security control room–directly
under the Panopticon, level three zero.'
       K9 whirred and clicked. 'Success probability increased to
forty-eight point three five.'
       'That's better, eh? Not bad odds at all.'
       'Any plan incorporating success factor below six five point
zero is not advisable,' said K9 primly.
       The Doctor began pacing to and fro. 'Suppose I can throw a
mirror cast? A shadow shift to create a false image for space traffic
control?'
       'The plan is feasible. I suggest you proceed as follows–'
       The Doctor held up his hand. 'Can I finish, please? I shall
reflect the transmission beam off the security shield, feed it back
through a linked crystal bank and boost it through the transducer.'
       'I could not have given a better formulation of the plan
myself, Master.'
       'No, I don't think you could!'
       'Possibility of your formulation being better than mine less
than one per cent, however,' said K9 smugly.
       'You really are the most insufferably arrogant, overbearing...'
       The Doctor broke off, smiling in spite of himself. 'You know,
someone once said something very like that about me!'
       'Correction Master. Many people have said something like that
about you.'
       'At least no one's ever called me smug!'
       'Correction, Master. Many people have–'
       'That will do, K9! Now listen... if you destroy Security Control
after I feed in the doppler effect and eliminate the Red Shift then
surely the Invasion must succeed?'
       'Probability of invasion success under conditions described rise
to ninety-eight point two.'
       The Doctor beamed. 'Well, what's a couple of points between
friends?' He went to the TARDIS console and set to work.

     Leela ran on and on through endless corridors, across bridges
and walkways, through cloisters and anterooms until at last she
found herself in a corridor that ended in a big arched doorway.
     Cautiously, she moved through it and found herself in a small
domed chamber. It held a control console, a set of monitor screens
and an attractive, but bored young woman in Time Lord dress.
     Without looking up the young woman said calmly. 'Come in!'
     Leela crept forward drawing her knife. 'Where are your
guards?' she whispered fiercely.
     'I don't need any.'
        Leela stepped swiftly forward and rebounded from an invisible
barrier.
        The young woman smiled. 'There's a forcefield between you
and me. Between me and everybody, come to that. This is one of
the highest security rated rooms in the entire Capitol.' She looked
up at Leela. 'You must be that alien everyone's looking for. Leela
isn't it? My name's Rodan. Put that ridiculous knife away before you
hurt yourself.'
        Leela sheathed the knife. 'The Doctor is always telling me to
do that! Why do you not tell them I am here?'
        'Why bother. That's their affair.'
        'Whose affair?'
        'The guards, the Time Lords, all the other boring people.'
        She waved at the console and the monitors. 'Do you realise
I've passed the Seventh Grade? Yet here I am, nothing more than a
glorified traffic guard?'
        'You are a guard?' Instinctively Leela drew her knife again.
        'Oh do stop cavorting about like that, it's so undignified.'
        Baffled and angry, Leela sheathed the knife again.
        There was a buzzing from the instrument console. 'Oh, not
again,' said Rodan wearily. 'Excuse me.' She touched controls and
one of the monitors lit up. It showed a series of brightly coloured
dots moving across a dark background. Rodan spoke into a
communications unit in the same bored voice. 'Traffic control here.
Yes, I have them on tracking. Clearance authorised.' She switched
off the communicator. 'Primitive space fleet, neo-crystalline
structure, atomic power and weaponry. On its way to blast some
planet into dust, I suppose.'
        'Then you must stop them.'
        Rodan was horrified. 'What? That would be against every law
of Gallifrey. We never interfere, you know, only observe.'
        'What if they were to attack you?'
        'Then they would be very stupid. Nothing–nothing–can get
past the transduction barrier.' She yawned. 'Personally I find
astrophysics a huge bore, don't you?'
        Leela nodded dumbly.
        Rodan said, 'Oh good, I knew I'd like you! Why don't you
come in?' She touched a control, the invisible barrier vanished, and
Leela fell into the room.
        The Doctor looked up from the TARDIS console. 'K9, it's
time for you to go and destroy the transduction barrier. Give me a
few minutes to get away, and then set off.'
        'Affirmative.'
        'Good luck, K9,' said the Doctor softly. He opened the
TARDIS door.
        Andred and his guards were still grouped round the TARDIS
awaiting the arrival of the keys. 'It seems to be fixed in this
ridiculous shape,' said Andred amusedly. 'I wonder what it was
imitating when it got stuck.'
        The door opened and the Doctor appeared. Andred and the
guards came to attention. 'My Lord President!'
        The Doctor gave a start. 'Jelly babies,' he said mysteriously.
        'I beg your pardon, sir?'
        'I'd left my jelly babies in the TARDIS.' The Doctor produced
a crumpled paper bag. 'Try one!'
        Andred took one of the sweets and popped it cautiously in his
mouth.
        The Doctor said encouragingly. 'They're a delicacy I
discovered on the planet Earth...'
        Andred said indistinctly. 'That's Sol Three in Mutter's Spiral,
isn't it, sir?'
        'Well done, quite right. Do you like the jelly baby?'
        'Delicious, sir.'
        The Doctor pressed a sweet into his hand. 'Have another!
Anybody who likes jelly babies can't be all bad.' He lowered his
voice confidentially. 'You won't mention our meeting to the
Chancellor, will you? I don't think he appreciates jelly babies, he's
got a frivolous mind.'
        Andred was baffled but loyal. 'If that is what you wish, sir, I
shall say nothing.'
        'Good! Now–have you caught the girl yet?'
        'No sir. We thought she might be in your capsule.'
        'No, no,' said the Doctor airily, 'there's no one else in there.'
He took Andred's arm, leading him away from the TARDIS. 'It's
absolutely vital that she's caught and expelled from the Capitol.
Absolutely vital!'
        'Vital, sir,' repeated Andred. 'I'll see to it sir. Guards, follow
me!'
       For a moment the TARDIS stood there alone. Then Andred's
guard bustled up carrying a flat box of cypher indent keys. He was
surprised to find that everyone had gone, and even more surprised
to find that the TARDIS door was now ajar.
       Cautiously, he pushed it open and went inside.
       Since he was a Time Lord guard, he was not surprised at the
spacious control room within. What did surprise him was the dog-
like metal automaton that peered curiously up at him.
       Dropping the box of keys, he reached for his staser pistol.
       K9 set his blaster on stun and shot the guard down. He
glided past the man's unconscious body and out of the TARDIS.

       Kelner tapped lightly on the door of the President's office and
pushed it open. Borusa sat behind the President's desk. Trying it
out for size no doubt, thought Kelner, who had ambitions in that
direction himself. His face a mask of polite concern Kelner said, 'My
apologies, Chancellor. I take it the President is still resting in your
chambers?"
       The hawk-faced old man looked up at him. 'He is.'
       'He has been there all the time?'
       'He has. And I have been here.'
       'I think you should rouse him now,' said Kelner delicately. 'I
should very much like to speak to him...'
       Borusa looked thoughtfully at him for a moment, then rose
and headed for the door. Politely Kelner moved aside to let him
pass.

       As the Doctor came back through the secret passage, there
was a rapping on the outer door.
       He heard Borusa's voice. 'Your Excellency, Castellan Kelner
wishes to speak to you.'
       The Doctor dashed to the couch and flung himself down. In a
sleepy voice he called, 'What? Oh, very well, bring him in.'
       Borusa and Kelner came into the room.
       Kelner said obsequiously. 'I trust Your Excellency is rested?'
       The Doctor nodded, and Kelner went on, 'I'm afraid I must
tell you that the girl Leela has evaded our guards and is still in
hiding somewhere in the Capitol.'
       The Doctor rose angrily. 'How did this happen?'
       'A regrettable oversight on the part of the guards.'
       'She must be found,' shouted the Doctor. 'You are responsible
for security, Castellan. See to it! Immediately !'
       'Immediately, Your Excellency,' said Kelner, and scuttled
away.
       The Doctor said curtly, 'Borusa, call a meeting of my Council
at once.'
       'May I enquire–?'
       'No!' said the Doctor rudely. 'You may not. Summon the
meeting, immediately. No excuses!'

       (Sleek, immense, shark-like, the Vardan flag-ship sped towards
Gallifrey.)

       Lights began flashing madly on Rodan's console, and she
stared incredulously at the instrument readings. 'It can't be... no
one would dare.' She flicked the communicator switch. 'Space traffic
control here. An alien space craft, two spans distance course zeroed
in to Gallifrey. Raise transduction barrier to factor five. Repeat
factor five. Immediate and urgent. Red Alert, repeat Red Alert!'

       The stunned body of a technician lay sprawled across the
doorway of the transduction barrier control room.
       K9 glided past and regarded the massive equipment banks in
front of him. Immense, automated incredibly powerful, the
machinery in this room controlled the colossal forces that had kept
Gallifrey safe from all invasion–until now.
       Setting his blaster to maximum, K9 opened fire. Laser beams
crackled, electrical panels sparked and burnt out, complex
transduction circuitry melted and fused... Soon the room was filled
with smoke and flame.

       Rodan was shouting into her communicator. 'Find him. I
must find the Castellan! The transduction barrier has failed.
Gallifrey is being invaded!' Rodan broke off as if unable to believe
the horror of her own words.

      Kelner entered the Panopticon conference hall to find the rest
of the High Council already assembled. The Doctor lounged in his
place at the head of the table. Kelner bowed low and took his place
with the others.
      The Doctor rose, looking mockingly around the set faces. 'My
apologies for the haste, gentlemen, but this is no ordinary Council
meeting. Today I am privileged to introduce you to your new
masters.'
      Three shimmering shapes began materialising in front of the
conference table.
      The Doctor threw back his head and let out a howl of
maniacal laughte
                              6
                         The Invasion
       The strange thing about the Vardans was that they weren't
quite there. It was as if they existed in some other dimension, some
other reality. The astonished High Council saw three tall,
shimmering shapes, cloaked and hooded figures with the vaguest
hint of features under the hoods. But somehow it was impossible to
get a really good look at the Vardans. Something about them
turned away the eyes.
       At first, Borusa was more concerned with the improper
behaviour of the Doctor than with the invading aliens. 'He is mad, I
knew it!' Then he turned his attention to the invaders. 'Guards,
destroy them!'
       The nearest guard levelled his staser at the invaders. There
was a flash of light from one of the shining shapes and the guard
fell dead. It was as simple and horrible as that.
       'Resistance is useless. Tell them, Doctor.' The voice was harsh
and thin, and had something of the eerily unreal quality of the
Vardans themselves. They were like ghosts, thought Borusa dazedly.
Gallifrey was being invaded by shining ghosts!
       'Resistance is useless,' repeated the Doctor obediently. 'The
Vardans have more power than you have ever dreamed of, more
knowledge than you could ever hope for. You must submit, as I did
when I first made contact with them.'
       'And when was that?' demanded Borusa.
       'A long time ago,' said the Doctor wearily. 'I received a
telepathic message from the Matrix, warning me of their power, I
decided to join them.'
       Borusa gestured towards the shapes. 'You knew of this all the
time–before your induction?'
       'Even before that.'
       'You disappoint me Doctor. I expected more of you.'
       'Did you really? Thank you, Chancellor.' The Doctor turned
to address the High Council. 'You will disperse and await my next
commands. Inform the Capitol what has happened. There must be
no resistance.'
       Silently the Council began filing from the room. They seemed
dazed, crushed–all except Borusa. 'You have no right to do this,'
he said furiously.
       'Borusa, have you carried out my orders?' said the Doctor
suddenly.
       'What orders–Supremacy?'
       'Regarding the re-decoration of my office!'
       'The matter was put in hand.'
       'No doubt. But is it finished?'
       'I believe so.'
       'Make sure!' ordered the Doctor. 'Attend me there within the
hour. I shall expect to see the work complete.'
       Too angry to speak, Borusa turned away.
       The Vardan Leader said, 'Congratulations, Doctor. You show
great promise in the application of power. You could be a first-
grade dictator.' This was quite a compliment. The entire Vardan
philosophy was based on the seizure and application of power. A
ruthless arbitrary dictator was the most admired figure in their
society.
       'Thank you,' said the Doctor humbly. 'That's very kind of
you.'
       'How long will it take you to find the Great Key?'
       'That,' said the Doctor solemnly, 'is a matter of time.'

      'The invaders are in control,' moaned Rodan.
      Her world had suddenly crumbled around her, and she was
in a state of near-hysterical collapse. Leela, on the other hand, was
used to danger, and was positively exhilarated by it. Not
surprisingly, it was Leela who took control.
      'Good! Now they are here, we can fight them.'
      'Didn't you hear the High Council's announcement. We must
submit.'
      'You listen to your High Council–I shall listen to my Doctor.
He has a plan.'
      'What plan?'
      'I do not know.'
      'Then how can you be so certain?'
      'The Doctor always has a plan.' Rodan started to protest
further, but Leela said, 'There is no point in further discussion.
Talk is for the wise or the helpless, and I am neither.'
      'What shall we do?'
       'The Doctor wished me to be banished,' said Leela slowly. 'So,
I will be banished!'
       'Should we not surrender?'
       'No!' said Leela fiercely. 'You talk always of surrender, of
submission. Are all your tribe like this?'
       'We are rational beings, we accept the situation.'
       'You are cowards!' Leela went on thinking aloud. 'No, if the
Doctor wished me banished, it was for a reason. I should have
known that.'
       'But the Doctor is a traitor!'
       'Never!'
       'But reason dictates–'
       'Then reason is a liar.'
       'But Leela, if I am right–'
       'Then I am wrong, and I will face the consequences. Now, are
you coming?'
       Rodan nodded miserably. She switched off the force-field and
followed Leela from the room.

        The Doctor strode grandly into the Presidential office and
found Borusa waiting. The place had been transformed. Walls,
ceiling, doors, even the floor itself had been covered with intricately
decorated lead panels. They were patterned in wheels and cogs and
levers and they gleamed dully like the inside of some antiquated
machine.
        The Doctor looked round appreciatively. 'Nice, very nice
indeed. A little too rococco for an aesthetic purist perhaps, but I
like it.' He seemed to notice the Chancellor for the first time. 'Ah,
Borusa! What are you doing here?'
        'You wished to see me, Your Excellency.'
        'I did? Now, what about... Oh yes! Are the re-decorations to
my office complete?'
        'As Your Excellency can see...'
        'Completely, complete?'
        'To the last detail.'
        'No substitute materials, no forgeries, no penny-pinching?'
        'No expense was spared,' said Borusa dryly. 'The materials
and workmen were the finest to be had in the entire Thesaurian
Empire.'
        'Really?' said the Doctor admiringly. 'So all this exquisite
relief work is in pure lead?'
       Borusa decided that the combination of absolute power and
knowledge of his own treason must have completely unhinged the
Doctor's always erratic brain.
       'Apart from a small admixture of strengthening alloy, that is
the case.'
       The Doctor smiled, and seemed to relax. Suddenly Borusa
saw not a power-mad traitor, but the Doctor he had always known,
the pupil whose impudent charm had so often brought an unwilling
smile to his face.
       The Doctor put an affectionate hand on the old man's
shoulder. 'Good! Then at last we can really talk! Sit down.'
       Borusa sat, and the Doctor began to speak. He talked for a
very long while pouring out past history, information gained and
future plans and Borusa listened in astonished silence.
       When the Doctor had finished, Borusa shook his head in
amazement. 'But why not simply warn us? Why the betrayal?'
       'Would you have listened? The Time Lords had grown
complacent, ripe for conquest. You needed the shock of invasion to
wake up. Besides, once I had made contact with the Vardans, I had
to pretend to join them to survive. Any attempt to warn you, and
they'd have killed me, and invaded you just the same.'
       'But to shield your feelings, your every thought for so long a
time... the strain must have been intolerable.'
       'Difficult, I must confess, even for me. I owe you a great deal,
Lord Borusa, and not least my apologies for all the indignities and
insults I was forced to throw at you.'
       'The President need apologise to no one.'
       'Thank you.'
       'The President need–'
       'Thank no one either?' The Doctor smiled. 'True, very true,
just a habit I picked up somewhere.'
       By now Borusa had absorbed the problem, and was
considering how to deal with it. 'How accurate is your data?'
       'Absolutely accurate, as far as it goes–but not yet complete.'
       Borusa said thoughtfully, 'So, the Vardans can travel along
wave-lengths of any sort. And since an electro-temporal field is
needed for communications, they can read thoughts.'
       'At almost any distance–if their attention is concentrated.'
       Borusa looked around him. 'But a lead-lined room, such as
this one...'
       'With at least a hint of elegance, I hope?' said the Doctor
irrepressibly.
       Borusa frowned at his old pupil's frivolity. 'A lead-lined room
like this can shield us from them?'
       'True.'
       'And you managed at least partial shielding totally unaided?'
       'Also true, but then, I had the benefit of your training!'
       'Then why could I not shield myself?'
       'Because, like the rest of the Time Lords, your mind is too
logical. Most of you are lacking in humour, you have little
imagination.'
       Borusa gave an affronted sniff. Suddenly the Doctor said,
'What about tea?'
       'Tea?'
       'Tea!'
       'Tea is the leaves of a plant, genus camellia in dried form.'
       'I know what tea is–what's for tea?'
       'What has tea got to do with the Vardan invasion?'
       'Nothing! That's the whole point.'
       'But I don't understand.'
       'Of course you don't. You're too single minded. Transparent
as good old glass.'
       'You're right,' said Borusa sadly. 'I wouldn't last a moment.
My mind is too logical, too easy to read. The master learns from the
pupil, eh, Doctor?'
       'Well...' said the Doctor modestly. But perhaps there was the
faintest hint of smugness in his smile.

      Rodan led Leela through the Capitol, looking for the little
used tunnel that led to the outside. As they moved along, the
corridors became narrower and more neglected–looking, almost
disused. The Time Lords seldom ventured into the outside world.
      Rodan paused at a corridor junction. 'Straight on, I think.
Though I'm not really sure. I've never been this far.'
      A voice behind them shouted, 'Halt!'
      They turned, and saw Andred, covering them with a staser.
'Where do you two think you're going?'
      'Outside,' said Leela briefly.
      'Don't you know we've been invaded?'
      'As a matter of fact, we do, Commander Andred,' said Rodan.
'I was on duty in space traffic control when it happened.'
       She told Andred of the arrival of the alien craft, and of the
mysterious failure of the transduction barrier. Andred in turn told
them of the astonishing events on the council chamber, and of the
Doctor's strange behaviour.
       'Well,' said Rodan, when he'd finished. 'What are you going
to do about all this?'
       'I'm not sure yet. How much is this alien girl involved with
the invaders.'
       'I don't think she even knows who they are.'
       'But she's the President's friend–and he is working for them.'
       'He isn't, he's only pretending to help them,' said Leela
fiercely.
       'I see! So you and the Doctor only want to help us. I suppose
that's why you destroyed the transduction barrier.'
       'I destroyed nothing.'
       'She couldn't have done it, Andred,' said Rodan. 'She was
with me when it happened.'
       'Someone blew up the control room. Who was it, if it wasn't
her?'
       'I've no idea. All we want is to get out of here.'
       'Why?'
       'Because it's too dangerous on the inside, and Leela thinks we
may be able to do some good outside.'
       Leela was getting impatient. Her hand hovered near the hilt
of her knife, and she was poised to spring. She rather liked Andred,
but she was quite prepared to kill him if he stood in her way. 'Well,
are you going to let us go or not?'
       Andred bolstered his staser. 'All right. Carry on this way and
you'll come to the exit tunnel. But be careful, there's a curfew. If
any of the guards see you they'll shoot–Kelner's orders.'
       'Why don't you come with us?'
       'I can do more good here. Someone's got to keep an eye on
Castellan Kelner and besides, there may be a chance of having a go
at the invaders.' He gave Leela a look. 'Or even the president.'
       Leela gave him an angry glare but said nothing. Andred
scarcely knew the Doctor after all, and he couldn't be expected to
share her own blind faith in him. 'Come on, Rodan,' she said, and
led the way down the corridor.
       Half-regretfully, Andred watched them go.

      The Doctor and Borusa had nearly finished their discussion.
       'By the way,' said Borusa as they prepared to leave, 'why did
you order your friend Leela to be banished?'
       'For her own protection. Leela is a barbarian, a primitive.
She's quite incapable of shielding her feelings or emotions.'
       Borusa nodded. 'So, if I'm as transparent as good old glass...'
       'Leela is even more so. She's a danger to herself and to us all.
But once she gets outside...'
       'That barbarian garden? How will she be safer there?'
       'Because that barbarian garden is her natural habitat. She's a
huntress, a creature of instinct. There's no power out there, no
technology to confuse her...'
       Borusa shuddered. It was beyond his comprehension that
anyone could live without civilisation. 'How awful! Will she be able
to survive?'
       'I don't know.' The Doctor got to his feet. 'We'd better go
and face them, Chancellor. They'll get suspicious if we stay out of
sight too long.'
       Borusa got stiffly to his feet. 'You haven't told me very much
about your plans.'
       'As much as I dare,' said the Doctor apologetically.
       'Quite so. The less I know, the less I can give away.'
       'You must block from your mind the little that I have told
you,' warned the Doctor. 'Can you do it? Can you act as you did
before?'
       'Yes!' said Borusa determinedly.
       'Well done,' said the Doctor gently. 'You're a very brave man,
Cardinal Borusa.'
                              7
                         The Outcasts
       By now Leela and Rodan were outside the Capitol, making
their way across a bleak and windswept stretch of moorland.
       The journey through the outer corridors had brought them
to a narrow tunnel, which ended in a kind of airlock, a precaution
against the possibility of the natural atmosphere contaminating the
air-conditioned calm of the Capitol. Rodan had operated controls,
they had gone through a narrow door, that led Outside. The door
slid closed behind them, and suddenly they were in open country,
the sheer white walls of the Capitol rising incredibly high above
them.
       The change in conditions had affected the two girls in
completely different ways. Leela was cheerful, exhilarated, delighted
to feel wind with a hint of rain in her face, springy turf underfoot
instead of cold, hard marble.
       Rodan was soon feeling cold and frightened. Deprived of the
comforting warmth of the Capitol she was lost, helpless. 'Leela, I
must rest. I'm so tired.'
       Leela glanced over her shoulder. Although they had been
crossing the moor for quite some time, the gleaming towers of the
Capitol were still in sight. 'No, we have not come far enough yet.'
       Rolling moorland stretched endlessly ahead, rising and falling,
broken only by occasional clumps of trees. 'I never thought Outside
would be like this,' sobbed Rodan. 'It's so empty.'
       'Surely you have been outside before?'
       'Never. None of us come Outside. Why should we? Everything
we need is in the Capitol.'
       'Here is better,' said Leela confidently.
       'But it frightens me.'
       'You are frightened? Why?'
       'It's all so–empty.'
       'We must go on,' said Leela firmly. 'We can still see the city,
so those in the city can see us.'
       'How much further?'
       'To the other side of the hill. Then we can rest.'
       Leela began striding light-footed across the turf. With a
reproachful look, Rodan stumbled after her.
       It seemed to take forever to climb the hill and descend the
other side, but they managed it at last, and Rodan threw herself
down, close to the edge of a little wood.
       'Now can we rest?'
       'Yes, for a while.'
       Rodan dropped to the ground in a heap. Leela looked round
carefully, and sat beside her.
       Rodan took off her flimsy sandals and rubbed her sore feet.
'Why did I listen to you. It was stupid to leave the Capitol.'
       'Would you rather stay with the invaders? At least we're safe
out here.'
       An arrow flashed through the air and stuck quivering in the
ground just in front of them.
       Rodan jumped to her feet with a scream. Leela was on her
feet, her knife in her hand. 'Quickly, Rodan, run!'
       But it was too late. Men with spears ran out from the trees,
and gathered around them in a menacing circle. They were trapped.

       Castellan Kelner regarded the hulking guard standing rigidly
to attention before him. The guard's name was Varn. He was very
big, very brave, and very stupid. Best of all, he was utterly loyal to
Castellan Kelner, who had recognised his qualities, and promoted
him to the command of the Castellan's bodyguard, an elite squad
who took orders only from Kelner. 'Now then, Varn, you
understand your new appointment? From now on you will guard
the President. You will stay with him at all times, is that clear?'
       'Yes, Castellan.'
       'You will report to me everything the President says or does.'
       'Yes, Castellan.'
       'The President has enemies, Varn, and there may be those
who wish to harm him. You will protect him from any such attack–
unless I order otherwise.'
       'Yes, Castellan. Nothing will happen to the president while I
am guarding him.'
       'Good. You see, if anything did happen to the President I
might have to take over as President myself. I have no desire to
expose myself to the dangers of that position–for the moment, that
is.'
       'I understand, Castellan.'
       'Good. You will take up your new position immediately. But
remember, Varn, you are still serving me. When the time comes, I
will see that you are suitably rewarded for your loyalty.'
       'Yes, sir. And thank you, sir.'
       Varn saluted and marched massively from the room.
       Kelner smiled. He was not yet sure exactly where the Doctor
stood, and until he was, it was difficult to decide whether he wanted
him alive or dead. Only time would tell. Meanwhile Varn would be
at the Doctor's side. To protect, or to kill him–just as Kelner
ordered.

      In the centre of the woods there was a tiny clearing, and in
the clearing was a long hut. It was made of unpeeled logs, roofed
with turf and camouflaged with branches, and it blended almost
perfectly into its surroundings. A man came out of the hut and
stood waiting before the door as a group of men with spears
dragged two female captives into the clearing. The man was called
Nesbin, and he was the leader of the strange community known as
the Outsiders. Nesbin was tall and strong, roughly dressed with
harsh, craggy features. He wore a kind of simple smock, and a
headband kept shaggy shoulder-length brown hair from his eyes. He
and his followers had the weatherbeaten look of people who lead
hard lives in the open air.
      Thoughtfully Nesbin studied the two captives. One was a
Time Lady of the kind he had often seen before, though she had
none of the usual elegance of her kind. Her face was dirty, her
robes tattered and she looked tired and frightened.
      The other captive was more of a puzzle, a tall skin-clad girl
with reddish-brown hair. She was struggling furiously with the two
men who held her arms.
      Nesbin's men were almost as bedraggled as their captives.
Most seemed to be bruised, and one or two had roughly-bound
wounds.
      Nesbin stared at Ablif, a burly young man who was the leader
of the hunting party.
      'What's this, Ablif? Have you been in a battle?'
      Ablif rubbed at a deep scratch on his brown cheek. 'We found
these two hiding on the edge of the forest.'
      'Were they armed?'
       Ablif nodded towards the girl in skins. 'This one was. Took
the whole lot of us to get this off her.' He tapped a long bladed
knife thrust into his belt.
       At a nod from Nesbin, the two men holding Leela dragged
her closer. He studied her thoughtfully. 'She's a strange one all
right.' He reached out and touched her hair.
       Immediately a foot lashed out, kicking his right leg from
under him. 'Keep your hands off me!' hissed a furious voice.
       Nesbin got slowly to his feet, trying to ignore the grins on the
faces of his men. 'Well, well, it speaks!'
       'I am not an "it". I am Leela, and this is Rodan. Who are you,
and what do you want from us?'
       'My name is Nesbin. I am leader here. More to the point,
what do you want with us?'
       Rodan spoke for the first time. 'We don't want anything with
you.'
       A tall bony woman called Presta came out of the log hut. 'It's
a trick. She's a Time Lady, isn't she? Send her back to the Capitol
where she belongs.'
       Rodan was horrified. 'No, you mustn't do that–we're
escaping from the Capitol.'
       'Escaping? What for?'
       Briefly Rodan told him of the Vardan invasion.
       Nesbin took the news calmly, almost as if it didn't much
concern him. 'So, you do want something from us then. Food,
protection, help. You can't survive out here on your own.'
       'I can survive anywhere!' said Leela fiercely.
       'That I can believe. What are you anyway, girl? You're not
from Gallifrey, are you?'
       'I am a warrior of the Sevateem.'
       'She's an alien,' said Presta worriedly. 'Aliens are forbidden on
Gallifrey. It's dangerous to keep her here, the guards will surely
come hunting for her.'
       'We'll think about that in a moment,' said Nesbin. He looked
hard at Leela. 'Well, warrior, perhaps you might survive. What
about your friend here? I doubt if she's ever set foot outside the
Capitol before.' He turned to Rodan. 'Well have you?"
       'No,' muttered Rodan.
       'It's all different out here, you know, you have to fend for
yourself. How are you going to eat?'
        Rodan produced a handful of tablets from the pouch at her
belt. 'I have supplies.'
        'They won't last long. How will you manage when they're
finished? Have you ever eaten flesh, or fruit? Do you know how to
find shelter? You wouldn't last three days out here!'
        Nesbin seemed to be taking a positive pleasure in taunting
Rodan; he obviously had some grudge against Time Lords. By now
Rodan was near to tears. 'I didn't realise. Oh, I'm so tired, and
cold...'
        Nesbin said gruffly, 'All right, all right... You'd better get
inside.'
        'Are you going to let them stay then?' demanded Presta.
        'We'll decide when we've heard more about this invasion.'

      K9 glided through the corridors of the Capitol like some
great metal rat, keeping close to the walls, hiding in quiet corners,
behind statues and tapestries, lurking in patches of shadow. Several
times he narrowly escaped being seen by patrols of guards, and
once three shimmering alien shapes glided along a nearby corridor,
making K9's antennae bristle with their alien presence.
      At last K9 reached his goal. Swiftly he glided up to the still-
open door of the TARDIS and disappeared inside.
      Once inside the control room, K9 paused and gave out a
complex series of beeps. Activated by remote control, the door slid
closed behind him.
      More bleeps, and a small panel slid open in the base of the
control console. K9 glided up to it and extended his main antenna
so that it fitted into the socket inside the panel. The TARDIS
console hummed into life. K9's eye-screens lit up and all his
antennae quivered ecstatically, as data began flooding in from the
TARDIS console.
      The next stage of the Doctor's plan was under way.

      The Doctor swept into Kelner's office, followed by      Borusa.
The Cardinal's face was grim. The Doctor however was          in high
good humour.
      Kelner was not alone in his opulent office. Two tall,   hooded
shapes were shimmering at his side.
      'I'm sorry to have kept you waiting,' said the           Doctor
cheerfully.
      Kelner bowed his head. 'Not at all, Your Excellency.'
       'I wasn't talking to you,' said the Doctor, with a nod to the
Vardans. He installed himself behind Kelner's desk. 'Right, shall we
start? These are your new masters, and I authorise you both to
acknowledge their absolute power.'
       'I am Acting-Chancellor,' said Borusa stiffly. 'You have no
authority under the Constitution to order me to do any such thing.'
       'The Constitution is suspended,' said the Doctor. 'As of now!'
       'This is monstrous.'
       'Yes, but it's happening Borusa, so just do as you're told!'
       'Never. I will not submit to these aliens. I am a Time Lord, a
Cardinal–'
       A ray of light shot from one of the shimmering shapes, a red
glow suffused Borusa's frail old body, and he twisted and fell.
                              8
                         The Assassin
       Even in his agony, Borusa managed to mutter defiance. 'I will
not submit... I will not submit...'
       The red glow burned more fiercely.
       'Stop,' shouted the Doctor. 'Don't destroy him. He can still be
useful to us.'
       'You will be responsible for him?' said the Vardan
threateningly,
       'Yes.'
       The glow faded and Borusa lay still. The Doctor looked down
at him. 'He can't help being so stiff-necked. Castellan, have the
Chancellor removed to his quarters. Don't let anyone in or out, he's
under house arrest.'
       Kelner was terrified. 'Immediately, sir. Guards, you heard the
President.'
       Two guards came forward and helped Borusa to his feet. The
old man was recovering fast, though still very weak. Sustained only
by his indomitable will, he shook off the aid of the guards and
walked from the room.
       The Doctor looked after him. 'You have to admire him, you
know, he does have courage.'
       'He is a fool,' said the Vardan dispassionately. 'If he causes
trouble we shall destroy him–and you also.'
       The Doctor looked hurt. 'I've kept my part of the bargain so
far, haven't I? What more do you want?'
       'More?' The Vardan's voice was scornful. 'We have not begun
yet, Doctor. When we are certain that we have achieved complete
dominance over your people, we will reveal our requirements to
you.'
       'And return to your true forms? I find it disconcerting,
talking to shimmering shapes.'
       'The time is not yet right. First, you must complete the
arrangements for the conquest of your people.'
       'Naturally, naturally,' said the Doctor, as if this was a matter
of only minor importance. 'Well, Castellan, the Chancellor doesn't
seem too keen to help us. What about you?'
       Wringing his hands in terror, Kelner bowed low. 'It is my
duty to serve the President at all times. My only desire is to do
whatever you wish.'
       'Somehow I thought you'd see things like that. You can start
by making sure nobody tries to organise any sort of resistance.
That's the last thing we want.'
       'Yes, sir, I quite agree. Peaceful co-operation is a much more
fruitful course.'
       'That's the idea. Listen, why don't you just regard yourself as
acting Vice-President, eh?'
       Kelner was thrilled. 'Thank you, sir.'
       'You'd better make me a list of all Time Lords in official
positions–the ones you think are reliable.'
       'Yes, of course, sir.'
       'And you'd better give me a list of known troublemakers as
well,' added the Doctor carelessly. 'Just so we know who's most
likely to resist.'
       'Immediately, sir. I'll begin at once.'
       'That's the stuff,' said the Doctor encouragingly. 'Off you go
then.'
       Kelner hurried away and the Doctor turned to the Vardans.
'I knew we'd be able to rely on him. Well, now you're safely here,
why don't you relax, make yourselves at home?'
       Sitting down, the Doctor swung his feet up on Kelner's desk
and beamed at the two Vardan invaders as if he hadn't a care in the
world.
       The Vardans shimmered and vanished.
       The Doctor grinned. 'Unsociable lot!'
       He sat there for some time, staring into space, thinking hard.
He was still in the same position some time later, when Kelner
hurried back into the room. 'Ah, there you are, Kelner!'
       'Is there anything more I can do for you, sir?'
       'Yes, get me a jelly baby.'
       Kelner looked baffled and the Doctor said, 'In my right-hand
pocket, man.'
       Kelner hurried round the side of the chair. Gingerly, he
fished the bag of jelly babies out of the Doctor's pocket.
       'What colour would you prefer, sir?'
       'Orange.'
       'There doesn't seem to be an orange one left, sir,' said Kelner
worriedly.
       He offered the bag and the Doctor took a jelly baby at
random. It was black. 'One grows tired of jelly babies, Kelner.'
       'Indeed, one does, sir.'
       'Tired of almost everything–except power.'
       'Yes, sir.'
       'Except power,' repeated the Doctor musingly. 'Is the curfew
effective, Castellan?'
       'Yes, sir. No incidents have been reported.'
       'Splendid! What a superbly subservient Capitol you run,
Castellan.'
       'You are most generous, sir.'
       The Doctor's voice hardened. 'Where are those lists I asked
for?'
       Kelner jumped, produced a mini-recorder and handed it to
the Doctor.
       The Doctor touched a control, and a list of names began
flowing across the tiny screen. 'I see. These are the people you feel
we can rely on.' He adjusted the setting, and another list appeared.
'And these are the Time Lords you regard as potential rebels
against our regime?"
       'I do, sir. I've checked bio-data extracts of all the Time Lords
in the Capitol personally.'
       'Have you now?'
       'With one or two exceptions,' added Kelner hastily. 'Such as
your good self, of course.'
       'I should think so too!' The Doctor frowned at the recorder.
'Well, if these are our potential rebels, we'd better do something
about them, hadn't we?'
       Suddenly a Vardan was with them. 'Unreliable elements must
be destroyed.'
       The Doctor beamed at the newcomer. 'Oh, I hardly think so.
I'm sure they can be all made to see reason, given time. Besides,
they have a good deal of knowledge and experience between them.
Some of them might be very useful.'
       'They must be destroyed. There is no other choice.'
       'Oh, but there is, isn't there Kelner?'
       Kelner had no wish to become involved in a dispute between
the Doctor and his new masters. 'There is?'
       'Expulsion!'
       'Oh, yes, an excellent idea, sir."
       The Doctor looked at the Vardan. 'None of them can survive
out there without help–and there is no help out there.'
       Kelner hastened to agree. 'It really would be an admirable
deterrent. All Time Lords fear the Outside. Once they realise that
rebels face expulsion, they'll soon come to heel.'
       The Vardan said, 'Very well. We approve. But Chancellor
Borusa will be kept here in confinement as a hostage.'
       'Naturally, naturally,' said the Doctor. 'All right, Castellan, get
on with it. I suggest you put them out one at a time–the effect will
be more terrifying if they don't have company.'
       'Yes, sir. I'll start immediately, sir.'
       Kelner hurried away.
       The Doctor beamed at the two Vardans. 'A good day's work,
wouldn't you say?'
       'Your progress so far has been–satisfactory,' said the Vardan
grudgingly.
       'Listen. Don't you think it's time you showed a little trust?
You could relax now, materialise properly.'
       'It is not yet time. Your next task is to dismantle the
Quantum force field around Gallifrey.'
       'I sabotaged the barriers so you could come through. But
dismantling the force field completely–that's impossible.'
       'You will find a way.'
       'But if we tamper with the force field the whole planet may
vaporise!'
       'You will find a way!'
       'I can't...'
       'You will.' The Vardan disappeared. The discussion was
ended.
       Suddenly cheerful again, the Doctor snapped his fingers at his
bodyguard Varn, who stood waiting by the door, and hurried from
the room.
       Varn hurried after him.

      A fire burnt in the centre of the log hut, and the air was
warm and smoky. Leela and Rodan sat in the middle of a circle of
grim-faced Outsiders, while Nesbin questioned them in detail about
the invasion of Gallifrey.
      When he was satisfied he had extracted all they knew, Nesbin
growled. 'Gallifrey invaded, eh? It was supposed to be impossible.'
       'How do you know that?' asked Leela. 'You're not Time
Lords, are you?'
       'Oh, but we are,' growled Nesbin. 'Some of us, anyway. Or at
least, we were–until we decided to drop out.'
       'Drop out? You fell from the Capitol?'
       'Some of us were expelled, others left of their own accord. All
that peace and tranquillity can get very boring, you know.'
       Leela turned to Rodan. 'Does he speak the truth?'
       'Sometimes rebels and criminals are punished by expulsion.
I've heard rumours of people leaving voluntarily, but it's a subject
that's never mentioned.'
       'No, it wouldn't be,' said Nesbin scornfully. 'It might upset
their cosy little world, where violence is taboo.'
       (Nesbin himself had been expelled for physically attacking a
rival Time Lord, an offence almost unknown in Time Lord society.)
       'Then you are ready to fight,' said Leela. 'Good!'
       'Now wait a minute girl–'
       'No! You must listen to me, before it is too late. I tell you we
must fight.'
       'Why should we listen to you? You can't even look after
yourselves.'
       Ablif was sitting close to Leela, and before anyone could stop
her she snatched her knife from his belt, and jumped to her feet.
'Try me!'
       Leela was crouched cat-like, ready to spring. Suddenly Nesbin
knew that not only was she capable of killing him, she was positively
looking forward to it. He backed away. 'We'll settle this later, when
I'm not so busy.'
       Leela swung round on the Outsiders. 'Listen to me, all of you.
Gallifrey is your planet, and it has been invaded. Whatever your
differences with the Time Lords, you must fight to defend it! Are
we agreed?'
       There was a fierce growl of agreement from the crowd.

      Castellan Kelner was in the process of expelling Gomer,
taking a good deal of pleasure in the task. 'Your record shows that
you are politically unreliable, Lord Gomer.'
      Standing before Kelner's desk, flanked by two guards, Gomer
was quite unafraid. 'How dare you, Kelner. There isn't a more loyal
Time Lord on Gallifrey.'
      'Loyal to the old ways, perhaps.'
       'What other ways are there?' asked Gomer simply. 'Honour
does not change.'
       Kelner scowled under the implied rebuke. 'We consider you
to be dangerous, a threat to the new regime.'
       'At my age, I take that to be a compliment, Castellan Kelner.
I may be getting on, but if I knew of any way of attacking these
invaders...'
       'You'd do it!' concluded Kelner. 'Yes, I'm sure you would.
We'll all be safer with you out of the way.'
       'What are you going to do with me?'
       'By order of the president, you are to be expelled from the
Capitol.'
       To Gomer's ears it was a death sentence, but he accepted it
unflinchingly. 'I go gladly. I prefer to die honourably, even Outside,
than to live on here as a slave.'
       Andred stepped forward. 'You'd better come with me, sir,' he
said gently, and led the defiant old man away.
       Execution of sentence was immediate, and soon Gomer was
being marched along the corridors leading towards the Outside.
The walk was a long one and the old man's steps began to falter.
'I'm sorry, I can't go any faster, it's my age, you know. I'm nearing
the end of this regeneration.'
       'Yes, sir, I know,' said Andred gently. 'You just set your own
pace.'
       'In my younger days I was considered lively enough,' said the
old man sadly. 'I was quite a rebel.'
       'No doubt that's why you're being expelled now, sir.'
       'No doubt. Kelner and I never got on, you know, never saw
eye to eye. To tell you the truth, I still can't stand the fellow.'
       'You're not alone in that, sir.'
       Gomer chuckled. 'You'd better take care, young fellow, or
you'll be following me Outside.'
       'I don't think so, sir. Some of us are going to try and change
things.'
       Gomer nodded warningly towards the two guards, and
Andred smiled.
       'Don't worry, sir, they're on our side. So are quite a few
others, more than Kelner and the president realise. We're gaining
new recruits all the time.'
       Gomer was delighted. 'Good for you young fellow, good for
you! Can I stay and help?'
       'Thank you sir, but I'm afraid I must put you Outside, for
the time being at least. We're not ready to attack yet, and Kelner
will grow suspicious if the expulsions aren't carried out.'
       'I understand.'
       'But you may find help Outside, sir. The Outsiders may be
rebels and criminals, but I'm sure they'll be loyal to Gallifrey. Rodan
and the alien girl are out there already. Try to find them, I'm sure
they'll help you if they can.'
       Gomer nodded and hobbled bravely towards his fate.
       They reached the tunnel to the Outside and then Andred led
Gomer through it. He blenched at the sight of the bleak empty
moor, but his courage did not fail him. 'Goodbye, young man, and
good luck.'
       'Good luck to you sir.'
       For a moment Andred watched the frail old figure hobble
across the moorland. Then, grim-faced, he turned and went back to
the Capitol.
       A short time later, in a hidden vault beneath the Panopticon,
Andred was addressing a small meeting of rebel guards and Time
Lords, telling them of Gomer's expulsion, and of more expulsions to
follow. 'We must act soon,' he concluded, 'and the first thing we
must do is kill the President!'
       A shocked murmur of protest came from the little group.
       'I know it's against every law of Gallifrey, and I know it will
mean my breaking my sacred oath, but there is no other way. The
new President has forfeited the right to our protection. He is the
traitor who made this invasion possible, and he must die for it. Are
you with me?'
       There was a moment of silence. To a Time Lord an elected
President had a sacred aura.
       'Well?' said Andred fiercely.
       'I agree,' said a guard grimly. 'I don't like it, but it's the only
way.' There was a reluctant chorus of assent.
       'Right. Well, first we must find him when he's away from his
alien friends–and away from that tame bodyguard Kelner's given
him. Then we can strike!'

     The Doctor was trying very hard to get away from his tame
bodyguard at that very moment. He had been marching the man up
and down the Capitol on a vague tour of inspection for ages, but
Varn refused to be shaken off.
        'May I ask where we're going now, sir?' he panted.
        'Sssh!' said the Doctor mysteriously. 'I'm not at liberty to tell
you.'
       The Doctor led the way briskly down a few more corridors,
then into a small ante room where a blue box stood at the bottom
of a ramp. He produced a key, and opened the door of the box.
       Varn started to follow him.
       The Doctor halted. 'No, no, you stay outside.'
       'I can't sir, I must stay with you. Castellan's orders.'
       The Doctor was struck by a sudden inspiration. He flung
open his coat to reveal a shining chain of linked bands across his
chest. 'Do you know what that is?'
       Varn bowed his head. 'Yes, Your Excellency. The Sash of
Rassilon!'
       'Then obey me.'
       'The Castellan will have me shot, sir.'
       'Don't worry,' said the Doctor cheerfully. 'If he does, I'll have
him shot. Now, you stay there, I'll only be a moment. Tell you
what, I'll leave the door open.'
       Varn nodded reluctantly, and the Doctor slipped inside the
TARDIS. He found K9 still plugged into the TARDIS console.
       'How's it going K9?' There was no reply. 'K9?'
       The Doctor realised that K9 was completely immersed in his
greatest pleasure, the absorption of fresh data. He was in a kind of
blissful electronic trance.

      Varn was wondering whether it was his duty to follow the
Doctor into the TARDIS when his doubts were temporarily put to
rest by a staser-butt behind the ear. Andred caught the body and
lowered it to the ground, helped by two of his guards. They had
spotted the Doctor on their way back from the secret meeting, and
the opportunity had seemed too good to miss.
      'I shall go in first,' whispered Andred. 'You two keep a
lookout for any more of Kelner's bodyguards.'

      'K9! K9! K9!' said the Doctor reprovingly. 'This is no time to
enjoy yourself.' He grabbed K9's tail antenna and with an effort
lugged him free of the console. The connection broken, K9 looked
up at him reproachfully.
      'Absorption of data was proceeding most satisfactorily,
Master.'
       'Here, take this,' said the Doctor. He took the Matrix Circlet
from his pocket and put it on K9's head, adjusting it to connect
with K9's antenna. Unbuckling the Sash he slipped it over K9's
head so that Sash and Circlet formed a kind of unit.
       K9's eyes lit up and all his antennae went rigid. 'Primary
circuits locked in, commencing secondary feed.'
       'Take it easy old chap,' warned the Doctor. Such a sudden
and massive data in-put was a strain even for K9.
       The Doctor heard movement behind him and turned.
       Andred was looming over him, staser in hand.
       'Andred, what a pleasant surprise! You're just in time, I've
got something for you.'
       Andred levelled his staser-pistol at the Doctor's head. 'In the
name of liberty and honour, traitor, I sentence you to die!'
                              9
                         The Vardans
      The Doctor said, 'Please don't do that, I am the President,
you know, show some respect, stun him, K9!'
      K9 did. Andred slumped to the floor.
      'Well, don't just stand there,' said the Doctor ungratefully.
'Get on with it, reconnect.'
      'Commencing re-connection.' K9 resumed his communion
with the Matrix.

        The ominous shimmering presence of a Vardan at his elbow,
Castellan Kelner sat studying his monitor screen. On it was a picture
of a number of Andred's guards lurking furtively around the
TARDIS. Kelner didn't quite understand what was going on, but he
had seen more than enough to worry him. Nervously, he made a
decision snapping his fingers to summon the bodyguard in the
doorway. 'Take a squad and arrest Commander Andred and the
guards who are with him. If they resist, kill them.'
        The bodyguard saluted and departed.
        'Something is wrong?' enquired the Vardan coldly.
        'Nothing my bodyguard cannot deal with," said Kelner hastily.
'Just an infringement of discipline to be punished.'
        'You act correctly. Lack of discipline cannot be tolerated.'
        Kelner looked pleased. He was going to get on well with his
new masters after all. Perhaps even better than the Doctor. In which
case... was the Doctor's continued existence really necessary?

       'Come on, K9,' said the Doctor impatiently. 'Get on with it,
they'll start to miss me soon.'
       He was so absorbed that he failed to notice that Andred had
recovered and was rising groggily to his feet, the staser still in his
hand. 'Die, traitor!'
       'Not now,' said the Doctor absently. 'Can't you see I'm busy?'
       Andred fired.
       Nothing happened.
       He fired again and again, still with no result.
       'It won't work in here,' explained the Doctor calmly, 'not
inside the relative dimensional stabilizer field.'
       'Then why did you tell that thing to stun me?'
       'I wanted you out of the way for a bit. Now, are you going to
behave, or shall I tell K9 to stun you again? I'd sooner not bother
K9, he's rather busy.'
       Andred holstered his useless staser. 'What treachery are you
attempting now?'
       'Something rather more efficient than your recent efforts I
hope!'
       The Doctor returned his attention to the console. 'Come on,
K9, get on with it.'

       The bodyguard squad marched swiftly up to the TARDIS,
taking Andred's guards completely by surprise. There was a brief
useless attempt at resistance, which ended in massacre as the
bodyguard squad ruthlessly shot down Andred's men.
       As the crackle of staser-bolts died away, the squad leader
raised his communicator. 'Operation completed, Castellan.'

      'You might as well surrender, Doctor,' said Andred. 'This
capsule is surrounded by my men. There's no way you can go
outside and stay alive.'
      The Doctor ignored him. 'K9, I'm going outside for a
moment, I'm relying on you. Don't let this idiot touch anything.'
      The Doctor headed for the door.
      'Goodbye, Doctor,' said Andred ironically, and waited for the
sound of staser fire.

       The Doctor came out of the TARDIS and surveyed the
bodyguard squad with a look of lordly surprise. 'What's going on
here?'
       'These men were trying to assassinate you, sir.'
       'Did you have to kill them?'
       'Yes,' said the bodyguard bluntly.
       'Yes, I suppose you did.'
       'My lord President, I don't think you realise the seriousness of
the situation.'
       'Oh yes I do! There's been an attempt on my life, and you've
let the ringleader escape. Where's Commander Andred, eh? Not
here, is he?'
       The bodyguard looked down at the dead men. 'Don't worry,
sir, he won't get far.'
       'I should hope not! You'd better find him, before he comes
back and has another go.'
       The squad leader saluted and hurried off, followed by his
men.
       The Doctor went back inside the TARDIS. He smiled grimly
at Andred's astonished face. 'No way I can go out there and live, eh
Andred? I've got news for you, my friend. You're the one who's
stuck here, your pitiful revolution has failed.'
       'You're lying!'
       'I wouldn't be alive if I was,' said the Doctor. 'What do they
teach you chaps at the military academy, these days? If you can't
pull off a simple palace revolution, what can you pull off?'
       Andred hurried to the TARDIS door and tried to open it, but
it was shut fast. 'It's jammed!'
       'It's locked,' corrected the Doctor. 'It's going to stay locked
until the invaders have gone. While I'm in here they can't touch
me, and they can't read my thoughts, either.'
       'What are you talking about? Read your thoughts?'
       'Let me tell you a little about the Vardans,' said the Doctor
wearily, and proceeded to do so.
       'So they can travel along any form of broadcast wavelength?'
said Andred. 'Send image projections of themselves, as they're doing
now, or materialise completely if they want to?'
       'That's right. And until they do materialise properly, I can't
trace the wave back to its source and Time Loop it.'
       'But you've got access to the greatest source of knowledge in
the universe.'
       'Well, I know I talk to myself, sometimes...'
       Andred pointed to the Circlet perched on the head of the
blissfully absorbed K9. 'I was referring to the Matrix.'
       'Oh, that old thing,' said the Doctor disparagingly. He
staggered and clutched at the TARDIS console for support.
Suddenly, Andred realised that the Doctor was on the point of
complete exhaustion, sustained only by sheer will-power.
       'Sorry,' said the Doctor apologetically. 'Been under a bit of
strain recently. Well, that's the problem, you see, the Matrix has
been invaded too. It's not safe for me to use it.'
       'Why didn't you just explain to the Supreme Council–'
       'Because the Vardans can read my thoughts. That's why I've
plugged K9 into the Matrix, he's got no brain, not in the organic
sense... sorry about that, K9, no offence.'
     'Can you trust a machine with so much knowledge?'
     'This one I can, he's my second-best friend. Aren't you K9?'
K9 was too busy to answer.

      Kelner was telling the Vardans of the death of the rebel
guards, and of the hunt for Andred. 'There is one other matter, sir,'
he concluded. 'Unfortunately, it is a matter of the utmost delicacy.'
      'Speak.'
      'The President has been acting just a little oddly. For instance,
at the moment he seems to have locked himself into an old time
capsule. It is a little strange, don't you think, sir?'
      'We wondered how long it would take you to recognise and
report this. You have just passed the first test of your loyalty to us.'
      'You knew that the Doctor was not reliable?'
      'We shall be ready to deal with the Doctor very soon. We
have suspected him ever since he first made contact with us. It was
too convenient...'

        'Well, at least they don't suspect me yet,' said the Doctor
hopefully. 'Banishing Leela and the others made quite a good
impression, I think. Anyway, it was the only way I could protect
them. Give me your helmet, Andred.'
        'What?'
        'Your helmet man.'
        Andred took the helmet from his head and handed it over.
        The Doctor peered inside. 'Well, it might work. Not much
room, though.' Clutching the helmet he disappeared through the
inner door without another word.
        Andred rubbed his eyes. 'Well, one of us must be mad! And if
it isn't him...'
        Still busily absorbing data, K9 made no comment.

       The squad leader concluded his report. 'We've managed to
arrest most of the Chancellor's Guard, sir. But there's still no sign
of Commander Andred himself. We think he may have escaped to
the Outside.'
       'That is most unsatisfactory,' said the Vardan softly.
       Kelner smiled. 'Don't worry, sir, he won't survive long out
there. No one does!'
       An arrow thudded into a distant target, and there was
scattered applause from the mixed group of Outsiders and Time
Lords gathered outside the hut. 'Well shot, Leela,' said Nesbin.
       Leela shrugged. 'It is a good weapon-but we shall need many
more.'
       'We will if we're going to feed all this lot.' By now Nesbin was
almost embarrassed by the number of his followers. Expelled Time
Lords were joining the Outsiders daily. Rodan was in charge of a
kind of reception committee set up to find them as soon as they
were expelled and bring them to safety.
       'The weapons will be needed for war, not for hunting,' said
Leela.
       'We can't fight an alien invasion with bows and arrows!'
       'Why not?' Leela sent another arrow thudding into the target.
       She beckoned one of the younger Time Lords. 'Here, you
try.' The Time Lord came reluctantly forward and took the bow. He
drew and fired, nearly ending the life of old Gomer who stood
watching some considerable distance from the target. Nesbin
covered his eyes with his hands and groaned. He shoved the Time
Lord aside, and beckoned another. 'Here, you try.'
       They tried Time Lord after Time Lord with the bow. Only
one hit the target, and he shot with his eyes closed. They tested the
Time Lords with knives and spears and clubs, until finally Nesbin
lost patience and chased them all off with roars of anger.
       Leela shook her head despairingly. 'Not one of them is any
use with any kind of weapon.'
       Nesbin said gloomily. 'So much for your army.'
       Leela wasn't dismayed for long. 'We shall just have to attack
on our own?'
       'Who will?'
       'You, me, the best of your hunters. Sometimes a small, swift
force is best.'
       'There aren't enough of us to capture the Capitol. The
Castellan's bodyguard will all be armed with stasers.'
       'We shall not try to capture the Capitol, merely to rescue the
Doctor. He will tell us what to do after that.'
       Nesbin scratched his head. 'But according to these Time
Lords, your Doctor's on the side of the invaders.'
       'That is impossible,' said Leela flatly. 'We must rescue him.
Choose your best warriors, Nesbin. Rodan will come with us to
guide us within the Capitol.'
      Grumbling, Nesbin started to select his men.

       The Doctor dashed back into the TARDIS control room and
clapped the helmet on Andred's head. 'There, that should keep
them guessing.'
       The helmet felt strange and it didn't seem to fit. Andred took
it off and peered inside. Built into the crown was a small but
complex piece of electronic circuitry.
       'I've built in a partial encephalographic barrier,' explained the
Doctor. 'It'll keep most of your thoughts a secret, but you'll have to
concentrate.'
       K9 raised his head. 'Master, I have located the wave-channel
being used by the invaders. It is an outer spatial exploration and
investigation channel, number 87656432 positive. Unfortunately, I
cannot detect where it is tuned to as there is considerable
interference. Probability of deliberate jamming, nine five per cent.'
       The Doctor sighed. 'So, I've still got to persuade them to
materialise, before we can trace their origin, which means they'll
have to trust me, which means I'll have to dismantle the force-field
around Gallifrey. It's the only way I can convince them I'm really
on their side.'
       Andred was horrified. 'But you can't dismantle the force-field,
not without blowing the planet to pieces.'
       'I can't, but perhaps Rassilon can.'
       'Rassilon?'
       'Why not? He's the greatest Time Lord scientist there's ever
been, and he set up the force-field in the first place.'
       Andred decided it must be the Doctor who was mad. 'Rassilon
is dead, he's been dead for millions of years.'
       'Maybe so–but his mind lives on, remember, as part of the
Matrix.'
       'Dismantle the force-field and the whole of Gallifrey will be
helpless,' protested Andred.
       'Exactly,' said the Doctor cheerfully. 'That's why it's such a
good way to convince the Vardans don't you think?' Before Andred
could reply the Doctor said, 'That's the spirit! K9 you're in charge.'
       'But–' said Andred.
       The Doctor was gone.
       'I am in charge,' said K9 importantly. 'We will retrace the
invasion circuit and fuse it.'
       'That circuit is used by the Academy for instruction in
exploration.'
       Astonishingly for an automaton K9 made a joke. 'Then we
will give them a day off school!'

       As the Doctor entered the great hall of the Panopticon, he
was not surprised to see that the shimmering forms of three
Vardans awaited him on the central platform.
       He climbed the ramp to meet them, the Circlet in his hand.
'I've been thinking about our little problem,' he began.
       'And you need to consult the Matrix? We know, Doctor.'
       The Doctor was scarcely surprised. He had been careful to
keep the idea in his mind ever since leaving the TARDIS, and as he
had expected, the Vardans had monitored his mind, and arrived
before him.
       'Well, if you'll excuse me...' The Doctor put the Circlet on his
head. His body went rigid, and he stood motionless for what seemed
a long time. At last, with an effort, he raised the Circlet from his
head, the signs of strain clearly marked upon his face.
       'There is a way, but it is difficult and dangerous.'
       The Vardan said, 'Proceed, Doctor. But remember, we can
read your every thought!'

       Deep beneath the Capitol was a secret, long-disused control
room. When the Doctor arrived there, he found one of the Vardans
awaiting him.
       The room was packed with complex, incredibly ancient
equipment, long-disused. No one had dared tamper with the
quantum force field, since it had been set up in the days of the
great Rassilon himself.
       The Doctor studied the controls, row upon row, bank upon
bank of them. 'Difficult, very difficult,' he said. 'But not impossible!'
He set to work, touching a control here, adjusting another there,
dismantling several consoles re-connecting them in what seemed a
very haphazard manner. He worked slowly at first, then with
increasing confidence. He turned to the watching Vardan. 'Don't
stare like that, you're making me nervous. This is a very delicate
operation, you know!' At last the Doctor stood back, rubbing his
eyes wearily. 'Now, this is the tricky bit. I've reconnected the
circuitry, and I'm about to feed in full power. Hold your breath, or
whatever Vardans do!'
       Slowly he pulled back the master power-switch.
       The control room, the entire Capitol, and a large part of
Gallifrey itself began to shudder and vibrate. The effect was strange
and horrifying. Solid matter, walls, ceilings, floors, seemed to ripple
like water, to shift and wave like the ever-moving sea.
       Distant cries of alarm could be heard from all over the
Capitol.
       Kelner in his office, Leela and her band of warriors creeping
stealthily towards the Capitol, even Andred hiding in the TARDIS
felt the strange wave-like effect.
       In the control room the Doctor worked frantically at the
improvised set-up trying to check and control the incredibly
powerful planetary forces he had unleashed. 'Hang on,' he shouted.
'Nearly there...'
       The rumbling died away, matter became solid again,
everything was normal.
       (In the TARDIS K9 looked up. 'The Doctor has succeeded.
Imperative we reach president's office immediately. Come!')
       When the Doctor strode back into the Panopticon, a
trembling Kelner was awaiting him, three Vardan projections
grouped around him. 'There you are,' said the Doctor breezily.
'Well, I did it!'
       Even the Vardan Leader seemed impressed.
       'You have dismantled the quantum force-field?'
       'It's impossible to dismantle the force-field without vaporising
the planet. What I have done is made a sizeable hole in it, directly
above the Capitol.'
       'You have done well,' said the Vardan slowly. 'Now all our
forces can be projected from our planet. Gallifrey is ours.'
       Kelner gave the Doctor a frightened look. 'A hole in the
force-field? Then we're unprotected!'
       'You have our protection now,' said the Vardan ironically.
'Are you not satisfied, Castellan?'
       'Yes, yes, of course,' said Kelner hurriedly.
       'This hole, Doctor–is it permanent?'
       'Not yet. I'll have to make a few more adjustments to get the
balance completely stable, or the force-field will re-establish itself.'
       The Vardans stood silent, as if receiving some distant signal.
Far above, the Vardan flag-ship was slowly descending towards the
Capitol.
     As the ship passed the force-field level unharmed the Vardan
Leader turned and said exultantly. 'It is done. We are safe now.'
The Vardans began to materialise.
                             10
                        False Victory
       Kelner stared in astonishment, as the three shimmering
shapes were replaced by three solid forms.
       He stared at the Vardans in a kind of astonished
disappointment.
       The Vardans were human–or humanoid at least.
       Three tall, stern faced men in drab green battle-dress, belts
cluttered with pouches and equipment, helmets on their heads.
       They carried no weapons, but they did not need them. The
Vardan flag-ship hovered above the Capitol. The merest thought-
impulse could see the Vardans whisked back to safety and the
Capitol blasted to dust.
       Kelner said dully, 'But they're just ordinary humanoids...'
       'That's right,' said the Doctor. 'Disappointing, isn't it?' He
nodded affably to the Vardans. 'Nice to see you again.'
       'You have work to do, Doctor,' said the Vardan Leader
coldly. 'Continue with it. One of us will assist you.'
       'Oh, I can manage nicely, thanks all the same.'
       'Accompany him!' ordered the Leader and one of his two
companions moved to the Doctor's side.
       'Tell you what,' suggested the Doctor brightly. 'Why don't you
assist me in my work?"
       A Vardan close behind him, the Doctor left the Panopticon.

       Leela halted her band on the edge of the Capitol. Its sheer
white walls looming above them. 'Nesbin, you and your men move
on to the far side. Attack the guards, make them think it is a mass
attack. I shall slip through the other way with Jasko and Rodan.'
       Nesbin nodded, and led the bulk of the force away.
       Leela, Rodan, and a burly young Outsider called Jasko set off
for the nearby tunnel to the Capitol. Jasko wasn't especially bright,
but he was brave and strong, and he knew how to obey orders.
       Rodan knew the control codes that opened the tunnel door–
clearly no one had bothered to change them. They came through
the tunnel, out into the corridor. They didn't see a living soul. No
Time Lords, no guards, no Vardans, no one.
     'Something's wrong,' whispered Leela. 'It's all too easy. We
must move carefully.'
     They crept on their way.

       The Doctor led his Vardan guard not to the control room,
but back to the president's office.
       'Why do we come here?' asked the Vardan suspiciously.
       The Doctor smiled disarmingly. 'Shan't keep you a moment
old chap, I've forgotten my hat.'
       Before the Vardan had time to realise that the Doctor was
wearing his hat, he had opened the door, slipped inside, and
slammed it. The Vardan reached for the door handle to follow and
heard the sound of heavy bolts being slammed home. He tried to
open the door, found he could not move it, and promptly
dematerialised intending to materialise on the other side. To his
astonishment, he found it was impossible–he simply re-appeared in
the corridor. Angrily, the Vardan disappeared again.
       Inside the office, the Doctor guessed what had happened and
grinned. 'No use trying that one, old chap.' He patted the door
with its ornately carved lead screen, and turned to find Andred and
K9 staring at him. 'So pleased you could both make it.' The Doctor
waved around the lead-lined room. 'Nothing like lead, is there.
Good old base lead.'
       'Insulation,' said Andred realising. 'This room is insulated
against the Vardans.'
       'That's right. Come on K9, we've got a lot to do!'

       The baffled Vardan re-materialised inside the Panopticon and
reported to his leader, who rounded upon Kelner. 'The Doctor has
betrayed us. Kill him. You are now in charge here. I must have
discipline!'
       Kelner felt his moment had come. 'I shall take control
immediately.'

      Despite Leela's fears, she and her two friends had reached the
TARDIS unopposed. Now Jasko and Rodan stood watching as Leela
hammered on the door.
      'Suppose he isn't in there?' asked Jasko.
      Leela turned impatiently to Rodan. 'If he's not in here, where
else would he be?'
      'Well, he is the President isn't he? I suppose he could be in
the President's office.'
      'Take us there!'
      The little party set off again.

      From the safety of his office, Kelner was despatching his men
to capture the Doctor, an event he had no intention of attending in
person. 'This order is to be expedited immediately. I assume
complete authority. The President will be shot on sight!'

      The Doctor took the Rod of Rassilon from his pocket and
handed it casually to Andred. 'Hold this a minute will you?'
      Reverently, Andred took the sacred Rod.
      'And this!' The Doctor took the Circlet from the other pocket
and passed it over. He unfastened the Sash of Rassilon. 'This too!'
      Astonished and overawed, Andred stood holding Gallifrey's
equivalent of the Crown Jewels, while the Doctor grabbed K9 round
the middle and with a grunt of effort set him upon the Presidential
desk.
      He took the Rod, the Sash and the Circlet from Andred,
looped the Sash and the Circlet over K9's head, and thrust the Rod
between them.
      Andred tried to protest, but the Doctor said soothingly. 'Just
trust me. Ready, K9?'
      'Affirmative!'
      'Then do as you've been told.'
      There was a tremendous thud from outside, then another and
another. Someone, several someones by the sound of it, was raining
heavy blows on the other side of the door.

       A picked squad of Kelner's bodyguard had been issued with
the heavy ceremonial axes carried in Gallifreyan ceremonial parades.
Now they were busily trying to smash down the door of the
Presidential office with clumsy old-fashioned weapons that had never
been intended for serious use. Despite the fact that a watching
Vardan was urging them on, it was taking them quite a time. Work
became even slower when two of the axe-squad suddenly dropped,
transfixed by arrows. Leela had arrived.
       Leela and Jasko fired again, two more men fell, the Vardan
dematerialised and the attack was over.
       Leela glared at the space left by the vanishing Vardan. 'What
was that?'
       'Someone vanishing,' said Rodan unhelpfully.
       'Is this the President's office?'
       Rodan nodded.
       Leela snatched up an axe. 'Then let us break the door down!'
She began hammering at the door. 'Doctor,' she yelled. 'Do not
fear, we come to save you!'
       The Doctor groaned at the sound of the familiar voice. 'I
might have guessed. Let her in, Andred!'
       Andred drew the bolts.
       Waving axes, Leela and her two friends tumbled into the
room. 'Doctor!' said Leela delightedly.
       'Shut up, Leela,' said the Doctor. 'Ready, K9? Now!'
       K9 began to whirr and click and buzz in the most alarming
fashion, as he called on the mighty forces now at his disposal. His
eyes glowed, his antennae quivered. Leela, Andred and the others
watched in silent astonishment.

       Inside the Panopticon, the Vardan War Leader stiffened in
sudden alarm. 'Alert! Alert! I detect an unauthorised frequency
tracer. Alert! Full Alert!'

      'Contact!' said K9 suddenly. 'Co-ordinates of Vardan home
planet are Vector three zero five two alpha seven, fourteenth span.'
      The Doctor's voice was suddenly urgent. 'Activate Modulation
Rejection Pattern, Time Loop mode.'
      'Activating–now!'

      Kelner ran into the Panopticon, eager to report that the
Doctor was trapped in the Presidential office, his capture only a
matter of time, and then paused in astonishment. The three
Vardans stood in a tight group in the centre of the dais. As he
watched they blurred, shimmered–and disappeared!

      High above the Capitol, the Vardan space ship vanished too.

      In the President's office there was complete and utter silence.
Everyone was watching K9.
      At last he spoke. 'Wave pattern negative, repeat, negative. No
trace of Vardan life-form on Gallifrey.'
      Slowly, very slowly, the Doctor got up. He began removing
the regalia from K9, taking off Rod, Sash and Circlet, and handing
them to Andred.
      'What happened?' asked Leela.
      'We've won,' said the Doctor gently.
      'Won?'
      'Yes. I've sent the Vardans back home–to stay.'
      Leela sounded almost disappointed. 'But we have fought only
a few guards and some cowardly thing that vanished. How have we
won?'
      'It's not always like Waterloo, or the relief of Mafe-king, you
know,' said the Doctor wearily. 'This was a battle of intellect, of
technology.'
      'All right, all right,' said Leela. 'I'll take your word for it.'
      They went out into the corridor, and the Doctor looked down
at the four arrow-pierced guards. 'Have you ever thought of taking
up killing people seriously, Leela? If you set your mind to it, you
could become quite proficient! Come on, let's see what's going on!'
      He headed for the Panopticon.
      'Proficient,' muttered Leela. 'What does proficient mean?' She
wasn't sure if she was being complimented or insulted.

       The Doctor entered the great hall of the Panopticon, to find
no one there except Kelner, who bowed before him, wringing his
hands. 'Doctor! President! Sir!' he cried in anguish.
       'Confusing, isn't it?' said the Doctor amiably. 'Is the
Chancellor still in his office?'
       Kelner had almost forgotten old Borusa, put under house
arrest such a very long time ago. 'As far as I know, sir.'
       'I shall want to see him, immediately.'
       'Yes, Excellency.'
       'Kelner, as Castellan you are responsible for the security of
Gallifrey in general, and for my safety in particular, aren't you?'
       'Yes, Excellency.'
       The Doctor shook his head. 'I don't think you're very good at
it,' he said sadly. 'Mind you, that's only my opinion. Every oligarchy
gets the Castellan it deserves, eh, Castellan?'
       Kelner was too frightened to reply. Clearly, he expected
immediate execution at the very least. The Doctor sighed. 'Never
mind. Just clear up the mess when you've a moment or two.'
       Kelner retreated bowing.
       Andred hurried into the room, and saluted the Doctor.
'Victory, Your Excellency,' he called exultantly.
       The Doctor gave a weary but triumphant smile. 'Victory it is,'
he said solemnly. 'It has been a long hard fight, but the safety of
Gallifrey has been assured.'
       He became aware of a sudden silence. Instead of giving three
rousing cheers, they were all staring fixedly over his shoulder.
       The Doctor turned.
       Three strange figures stood in the doorway, watching him.
Not the vanquished Vardans, but three very different figures.
       They wore shining space armour. They were short and squat
with immensely wide shoulders, broad powerful limbs, and great
dome-shaped helmets.
       The leader of the three figures removed his helmet to reveal
a face from some ancient nightmare. The head was huge and round
and it seemed to emerge directly from the massive shoulders. The
hairless skull was greeny-brown and small red eyes were set deep in
cavernous sockets. The nose was a snubby snout, the wide mouth a
lipless slit.
       It was the face of a Sontaran.
                             11
                        The Sontarans
        The Sontaran held a slubby hand-blaster aimed unerringly at
the Doctor.
        'Please don't fire that thing,' said the Doctor mildly.
        'Pointless killing is unproductive. Slavery is more functional.'
The Sontaran's voice was a harsh, guttural whisper.
        'What are these things?' whispered Leela.
        'Sontarans.'
        'You know them?'
        'Oh yes, I know them.' The Doctor had encountered
Sontarans before. They were a savagely militaristic species with only
one interest–war! In the intervals of their unending war with their
deadly enemies the Rutans, the Sontarans occasionally turned their
attention to other species. The Doctor had foiled their plans before,
once in Earth's medieval past, and once in its far distant future.
        I should have known, thought the Doctor wearily. The
Vardans were only the forerunners, the puppets. They had the
technological skills, but not the savagely militaristic will for an
operation such as this. Only the Sontarans would dare to attempt
the greatest military coup in the galaxy. The conquest of Gallifrey–
the invasion of Time itself!
        The Sontaran announced, 'I am Commander Stor of the
Sontaran Special Space Service.'
        'Isn't that carrying alliteration a little too far?'
        Commander Stor ignored the Doctor's joke. Sontarans have
no sense of humour, though they occasionally smile at the death-
throes of an enemy.
        'What about the Vardans?' asked Leela. 'They were your
allies?'
        'The Vardans were expendable. They served their purpose–
to open the force-field and let us in.'
        Typical Sontaran ruthlessness, thought the Doctor almost
admiringly. How like the Sontarans to use an entire species for their
shock troops-and sacrifice them without a second thought in the
cause of Sontaran victory.
        Commander Stor said suddenly, 'Which one is "Dok-tor"? Are
you "Dok-tor"?' The name sounded strange in the harsh alien voice.
       The Sontaran looked at Kelner who said hurriedly, 'Oh, no!'
and shot a quick betraying glance at the Doctor.
       The Sontaran swung round. 'You, then?'
       'I am Lord President of the Supreme High Council of the
Time Lords of Gallifrey,' announced the Doctor loftily.
       'Your description matches one called "Dok-tor", an enemy of
the Sontaran race.'
       'I can't help that, can I? I'm the Lord President of Gallifrey.
You may address me as "sir".'
       Stor raised his blaster and fired. The Doctor writhed in
agony, as a red haze enveloped his body. 'I call no one "sir" but my
military superiors,' said the Sontaran dispassionately.
       The red haze disappeared, leaving the Doctor weak and
shaken. 'That must mean several thousand sirs,' he muttered.
       'Thousand? The glorious Sontaran army reckons its numbers
in hundreds of millions.' Stor turned to one of his aides. 'Find the
one called, "Dok-tor" and kill him.'
       The Sontaran raised an arm in salute and marched away.

       Cardinal Borusa sat at his desk in the Chancellor's office, a
tiny intercom unit in his hand. The Doctor's voice came from the
speaker. 'I was only trying to help.'
       Borusa switched off the intercom and sat lost in thought. He
had been confined to his suite of offices in the Chancellery ever
since his confrontation with the Vardans, regaining his strength and
awaiting an opportunity to help the Doctor. He had been woken
from an uneasy sleep by the noise and confusion in the Capitol, and
soon realised that his guard had disappeared. In an attempt to find
out what was going on, Borusa had monitored the conversation in
the Panopticon. He had just been about to emerge and congratulate
the Doctor on his victory when the arrival of this new threat made
him decide to stay in hiding. Borusa switched on the corn-unit.
       The Doctor was still managing to hold the Sontaran in talk. 'I
take it you have invaded Gallifrey in search of knowledge,
Commander Stor? Knowledge must always be the ultimate goal,
must it not?'
       'A means to an end only. The ultimate goal is victory.'
       'Victory over whom?'
       'Victory over all!'
       'Victory over time?' suggested the Doctor.
       There was sudden suspicion in the harsh alien voice. 'What
did you say?'
       'Do you seek victory over time itself?'
       Borusa knew that the words held a message for him. The
Doctor had realised that he would be listening, and was warning
him of the Sontaran plans. Borusa smiled, and his hand went to a
control panel set into the desk top.
       In the Panopticon, Stor had sensed that he was being delayed,
and had become uneasy. 'Enough of this idle talk. When my troops
arrive you will all be placed in confinement–'
       An indescribable noise filled the Panopticon. It was a high-
pitched, howling, screaming, reverberating chime. It assaulted the
ear with intolerable force.
       The Doctor clapped his hands over his ears and yelled, 'Run!'
       No one could hear what he was saying, but the Doctor's
friends instinctively followed him as he sprinted from the hall.
       Sontaran hearing is surprisingly sensitive, and Stor seemed to
be affected worse than anyone else. Gauntleted hands clutching his
head he reeled in agony.
       Kelner, anxious to ingratiate himself with this new regime
went to help him. He got in the way of a flailing arm and was sent
spinning across the hall.

       The Doctor pounded along the corridor with Leela, Rodan,
Andred, two of Andred's men and an Outsider called Jablif close
behind him. Suddenly the howling noise stopped and the Doctor
realised it was time to stop running and start making plans. He
raised a hand. 'Stop!'
       Everyone stopped. They all began shaking their heads and
rubbing their ears.
       'What was that noise?' gasped Leela.
       'Celebration chimes. Should have been played at my election
about fifty times quieter! I think someone's trying to help me.'
       'We all are,' said Leela. 'What do we do next?'
       'Follow me.'
       'Where to?'
       'My office. I've got an urgent appointment!'

      Kelner scrambled to his feet, and immediately began to
grovel. 'I am sorry, Lord Stor, this was none of my doing...'
      Stor was rasping orders into his communicator. 'To all
advance units. The President is to be apprehended. You may kill
those with him, but take the President alive!'
      Kelner said timidly, 'But surely you realise, the President is–'
      'Silence!' roared Stor, and Kelner obeyed.

      The Doctor stopped at a corridor junction flattening himself
against the wall. 'Look out–a Sontaran!'
      They heard the clumping of heavy booted feet, and a squat,
menacing figure appeared at the other end of the corridor.
      Leela drew her knife. 'Do not worry, Doctor, I will kill him.'
      'You don't know how!'
      'Then tell me.'
      'There's a small opening at the back of their necks called the
probic vent. It's their only weak point.'
      'That is all I need to know.'
      Leela cupped her hands to her mouth and gave a weirdly
high-pitched call. 'Over hee... eee... re...'
      The sound echoed through the corridors, in such a way that
it was impossible to tell where it was coming from. The Sontaran
wheeled ponderously round, searching. Leela drew back her knife.
The moment the Sontaran's back was fully turned, she threw.
      The knife streaked through the air and buried itself deep in
the probic vent. The Sontaran fell, dying without a sound.
      'Leela,' said the Doctor solemnly, 'that was a prodigious
throw!'
      'Prodigious?'
      The Doctor smiled. 'Amazing! And so was the way you tricked
him, that cry...'
      'It was nothing, just–'
      The Doctor grinned. 'I know, just an old hunting trick. Come
on.'
      Pausing only to wrench her knife from the Sontaran's neck,
Leela followed him.

       Since most of Stor's command had yet to arrive, he had
relatively few troopers at his command, and those few were
dispersed about an incredibly large complex of buildings. He was
doing his best to direct them by remote control. 'Unit three seven,
report." There was no reply. Stor swung menacingly round on
Kelner. 'One of my troopers has failed to report. Therefore he is
dead.'
       A hand like a clamp grabbed Kelner's arm. 'Where will they
be heading?'
       'Level three is on the way to level five,' whimpered Kelner.
'They must be making for the president's office.'
       Stor spoke into the communicator. 'Units three, five and
seven proceed immediately to level five. Intercept the President and
his bodyguard. Take him alive.'
       'My lord, I don't think you realise–' began Kelner.
       'Silence! Do not interfere, Time Lord!'
       Kelner fell silent. He had been about to discuss that the
President was the Doctor, but he had no intention of arguing with
an angry Sontaran.
       'Come with me,' ordered Stor.
       Meekly Kelner followed him.

        The Doctor shot along the corridor and opened the door to
his office. Already he could hear the pounding feet of Sontaran
troopers. 'Come on now, this is the dangerous bit.'
        Leela, Andred, Rodan and the two guards hurried through
the door and the Doctor counted them in. 'Five, four, three, two,
one... One, two, three, four, five, no more.' He slammed the door
behind him and bolted it.
        He turned to find his friends huddled together in a group.
Cardinal Borusa was covering them, and the Doctor, with a staser-
pistol.
        'I thought you would never get here,' said the old man in a
conversational tone.
        'We were delayed,' said the Doctor, equally calmly.
        'Nothing too troublesome, I hope?'
        The staser was steady in the old man's hand.

      Commander Stor, Castellan Kelner, and a squad of Sontaran
troopers converged outside the door to the Presidential office. Stor
looked at Kelner. 'Is this the place, Time Lord?"
      'Yes, Excellency.'
      Stor gestured to his troopers, and they raised their blasters.

      The Doctor looked thoughtfully at the lead-lined door. 'That's
not going to keep them out for long is it Chancellor.'
        'Easily fusible, malleable base metal such as lead is not the
best defence against heat intensive weaponry,' said Borusa judicially.
'Fortunately, someone had the sense to re-inforce it with a titanium-
based alloy.'
        'Your recipe, Chancellor?'
        'I had a feeling this office might someday need defending,'
said Borusa. 'And it is not one of my duties to protect the
president?'
        'Dereliction of duty is sadly common these days,' said the
Doctor. 'Or hadn't you noticed?' He looked pointedly at Borusa's
staser.
        'I was about to emerge to offer you my congratulations,
Doctor. However, this new development–'
        'Is even more of a surprise to me than it is to you.'
        'And to your companions?'
        'I vouch for them.'
        'Of your own free will?'
        'Yes.'
        Borusa considered a moment longer. He handed the staser to
the Doctor. 'I am at your command, Excellency.'
        Leela scowled at the formidable old man, still not sure if he
was friend or enemy. 'Shall I kill him now, Doctor?'
        'No! I need all the friends I can get.'
        'But he threatened you!'
        The Doctor smiled. 'Nevertheless, you are a friend, aren't you
Chancellor. The most important friend of all.'
        Borusa bowed his head, aware of the hidden significance in
the Doctor's words.

      Stor glared disgustedly at the door. 'Not even scratched!
Bring better weapons. Make sure they are effective, or I will negate
you all!'
      The terrified Sontaran troopers hurried away.

       The Doctor sat on his desk and swung his legs. 'I imagine
they'll be bringing up the heavy artillery pretty soon.'
       'It would seem to be the next logical step,' agreed Borusa.
       'And our most logical step would appear to be evacuation. I
believe the exit through your office would be best, Chancellor.
There's something in there I need rather badly.'
      Borusa led the way to the door, and repeated the pass-word.
The door swung open and they all filed through.
      The Doctor tip-toed across the office and unbolted the main
door. Picking up Borusa's staser he followed the others.

       Stor heard a faint click and cocked his massive head. 'What is
that?' Blaster in hand he moved cautiously forward and tried the
door. It swung open. 'What trick is this?'
       'I have no idea, sir,' quavered Kelner.
       Stor shoved the door fully open and marched through. The
room was empty.

       In the Chancellor's office, the Doctor lifted K9 down from the
desk. 'Leela, take K9 and the others back to the TARDIS. The
Chancellor and I have vital matters to discuss.'
       'Doctor, I will not leave you again,' said Leela fiercely. 'Every
time I do, you get into trouble.'
       'Quite right,' agreed the Doctor cheerfully, 'but just do as I
ask.'
       Leela knew there was no arguing with that tone. She led the
others from the office.
       'Activate, K9,' said the Doctor and the little automaton glided
after them.
       The Doctor handed the staser butt-first to Borusa. 'Well,
Cardinal, it's time you made up your mind. Do you intend to help
me–or kill me?'
                          12
                   The Key of Rassilon
        'I have no idea what you are talking about,' said Borusa
calmly. 'I have already assured Your Excellency of my loyalty."
        'But you're still not quite sure, are you Chancellor? There's
still some lingering vestige of doubt in the back of your mind, eh?'
        'That is not so, Your Excellency.'
        'Isn't it? Then give me the Great Key of Rassilon!'
        Borusa was silent.
        'Well?' snapped the Doctor. 'Where is it?'
        'You ask for the impossible.'
        'I ask for the Great Key–the true Great Key,' said the Doctor
implacably.
        'You already have all the Circlet presidential regalia–'
        'I have the Rod of Rassilon, and the Sash. I do not have the
Key itself.'
        'The Key was stolen by the Master, when he escaped from
Gallifrey...'
        'The Great Key of Rassilon, lying unguarded in a museum?'
The Doctor shook his head. 'That was a facsimile, a lesser key.
Good enough for the Master's purposes-but not the Grey Key itself.'
        The old man was silent.
        'Listen to me, Borusa,' said the Doctor fiercely. 'People are
dying in this battle. Isn't that important to you?"
        'Should it be?'
        'It leaves you unmoved, doesn't it?" said the Doctor softly.
'That's the difference between us, Chancellor. I am concerned, very
much concerned.'
        'Then perhaps you should remember your training in
detachment.'
        'I do–but I prefer to care. Don't you care about the invasion
of Gallifrey by Sontaran shock troops. Just a few of them now, but
soon there will be millions, invading time itself.'
        The Doctor's angry words produced an equally fierce
response. 'They cannot invade time. Not while I–' Borusa bit off
his words.
        'Not while you have the Great Key,' completed the Doctor
softly. 'Where is it, Chancellor?'
       Borusa rose stiffly, and touched a control on his desk. A
screen slid back to reveal a velvet display case, holding not one but
at least a hundred keys. The keys were of all shapes and sizes, some
huge and ornate, others hardly more than plain metal rods.
       The Doctor smiled. 'If you wanted to hide a tree, where
better than in a forest? I remember that from one of your lectures.
Which one is it?'
       Unable to face the surrender of this last secret, Borusa did
not reply.
       'I understand how you feel," said the Doctor gently. 'Rassilon
was a wily old bird, wasn't he? No president can have total power
without the Great Key, isn't that so? To protect the Time Lords
from dictatorship, he gave the Great Key into–other hands."
       'None of this information is in the Matrix,' protested Borusa.
       'I know, I've been there, remember? There is no record in
the Matrix of any president knowing the whereabouts of the Great
Key. So who does know? Not the Castellan, he's only a jumped-up
guard. And who guards the guards?'
       Borusa bowed his head in assent. 'The Chancellor.'
       'That's right,' said the Doctor quietly. 'It had to be you. It is
my duty to kill you, if it will prevent that Key falling into the hands
of the Sontarans.'
       Borusa gave him a wintry smile. 'That will not be necessary.'
He took a key, by no means the largest or the most impressive,
from the forest of keys in the case and handed it to the Doctor.
'You are the first president since Rassilon himself to hold the Great
Key.'

       Leela and her friends were fighting their way towards the
TARDIS. Just before they reached the antechamber they had run
straight into a Sontaran patrol. Both sides took cover, and stasers
crackled and blasters roared as both sides opened fire.
       Leela and her Gallifreyans fought gallantly, but the Sontarans
were trained shock troops, they had heavy-duty blasters, and the
stasers carried by Leela and her friends were ineffective against
Sontaran space armour.
       Only K9 had the necessary fire power. Methodically, he
blasted down one Sontaran after another.
       Nevertheless, the Gallifreyans were being defeated. Leela
decided there was only one thing to do–attack. Using K9 as a
spearhead, she and Andred led a desperate charge in an attempt to
break through the Sontaran cordon and reach the safety of the
TARDIS.
        Andred and Rodan managed to follow K9 to safety, but the
loyal guards were shot down in the fighting, and Jablif, the Outsider
fell, badly wounded.
        Leela had been holding back acting as a rearguard. She
hurried to Jablif's side, pulling him back into the shelter of an
alcove. 'Leave me, Leela,' he growled. 'Save yourself!'
        Leela tried to drag him after the others. But Jablif was a
heavy man, and he was too badly wounded to help her.
        'You can't help me now, Leela, and they need you,' he
gasped. 'Now go!'
        Reluctantly Leela left him, and ran after the others.
        Jablif slumped back as if unconscious, but as the Sontaran
troopers ran past him in pursuit of Leela he raised himself upon
one elbow. His arm flashed back, and a Sontaran fell, Jablif's knife
embedded deep in his probic vent.
        The next Sontaran finished Jablif off with a burst of blaster
fire and ran on leaving Jablif dead beside the Sontaran he had
killed.
        The surviving Sontarans thundered after Leela but they were
too late. Andred, Rodan, K9 and Leela were already safe inside the
TARDIS.

       In the President's office Kelner had finally succeeded in
impressing Stor with the fact that the missing president was also the
'Dok-tor!' he sought.
       'Why did you not tell me this before, Time Lord,' growled
Stor menacingly.
       'I tried, but you wouldn't listen,' babbled Kelner. 'He called
himself the Doctor for many life-spans, even before he became
president... I never trusted him, even when your friends the
Vardans paid us their all-too-brief visit. It was the Doctor who got
rid of them you know, trapped them in a time loop...'
       'The Vardans were fools,' said Stor dismissively. 'But they had
their uses–for a time.' The massive hand clamped onto Kelner's
arm. 'And so may you, Time Lord.'
       They were interrupted by a bleep from Stor's communicator.
He listened to the message in mounting rage, and when he turned
on Kelner, his voice was throaty with anger. 'The gap in the force-
field is reclosing. My ship is trapped–it cannot land on Gallifrey!'
As the Doctor had prophesied, the quantum force-field was
regenerating itself.
       Stor advanced menacingly on Kelner. 'You will reopen the
gap in your force-field.'
       'But I can't Excellency.'
       'Liquidate him,' ordered Stor and turned away. A Sontaran
trooper advanced on Kelner, blaster raised.
       'Please, no,' screamed Kelner. 'I'd help you if I could, but it's
impossible. No one can connect with the Matrix without the Circlet,
and the Doctor has that.'
       'Bypass the Matrix! You must re-establish the gap in the
force-field, widen it so that our battle fleet can come through.'
       'But it's impossible...'
       'To the strong, everything is possible,' said Stor. 'I must have
my reinforcements. I shall seek out "Dok-tor", he will lead me to the
Great Key!'
       'The Doctor has the Great Key? That's not possible!'
       'What?' roared Stor.
       'Well of course, everything's possible,' said Kelner hurriedly.
'And if you can find the Great Key–then I may be able to find a
way to do what you ask...'

       The Doctor and Borusa strolled calmly towards the TARDIS,
a couple of Time Lords out for a little stroll.
       A Sontaran trooper tried to bar their path. 'Ah, there you
are,' said the Doctor breezily. 'Got your new orders yet? Check with
Commander Stor, he'll put you in the picture.'
       By the time the trooper had got through to Stor, the Doctor
and Borusa had disappeared.
       Appalled, the trooper heard Stor's angry voice over his
communicator, 'Of course there are no new orders! Follow, and
destroy them.'
       The Sontaran ran after the Doctor and Borusa. By now they
were at the far end of the long corridor. 'Stop!' he called.
       The two Time Lords strolled on, paying absolutely no
attention. The trooper raised his blaster and fired. Blaster bolts
roared down the corridor–with absolutely no effect on the
departing figures.
       As they turned the corner, the Doctor said, 'The Great Key
seems to have some unusual properties.'
       'It has,' agreed Borusa, 'but not against elementary energy-
particle assault.'
       'Then why are we still alive?'
       Borusa tapped a complex device attached to the belt of his
robe. 'The chancellor's personal force-shield. Unfortunately it hasn't
been used for generations, and the power-pack has run dangerously
low. What do you think we should do now, Doctor?'
       'Run!' said the Doctor simply, and they tore off down the
corridor.
       'This is really most undignified,' protested Borusa as they ran.
'I haven't run like this for centuries.'
       'Out of condition, that's your problem,' puffed the Doctor.
Wryly he noticed that old Borusa was running smoothly and easily,
and didn't seem in the least out of breath.
       They slowed their pace, and by the time they neared the
anteroom, they were moving in cautious silence.
       The Doctor peered cautiously into the anteroom. There was
the TARDIS–and there was a patrol of Sontaran troopers, posted
in ambush around the edge of the room.
       The Doctor pointed. 'Can you make it across there?'
       'I believe I am still capable of running a little further.'
       'I don't mean you Chancellor, I mean the power-pack on that
force-field.'
       Borusa studied the readings. 'We might–with luck.'
       The Doctor crossed his fingers. 'One, two, three–go!'
       They sprinted across the anteroom towards the TARDIS. By
the time the astonished Sontarans reacted they were there. Blaster
fire crackled around the force-field as the Doctor fumbled for his
key. 'Maybe I'm still too young for this sort of thing,' he panted.
       'If you could hurry up and open the door,' suggested Borusa
mildly.
       'I can never find that wretched key when I need it–ah here
we are!'
       The Doctor opened the TARDIS door, and they disappeared
thankfully inside.
       Leela, Andred and Rodan rushed forward to greet them.
There was a hurried exchange of news and greetings, which the
Doctor soon cut short. 'Rodan, you're a technician, so you stand
right there. Andred you go to room 1207. Straight out that door
and it's the sixty-second on the right. You too, K9. I want you fully
re-charged. Leela, take our guests to the VIP lounge, down the
stairs, third level, sharp right and through the door marked, "No
Entry". You can't miss it.' As Leela headed for the inner door the
Doctor said, 'Oh, and Leela?'
        'Yes, Doctor?'
        'Look after this for me, will you?' He tossed her the Great
Key.
        Borusa was horrified. 'You can't give the Great Key into the
keeping of an alien savage.'
        'I just did.'
        'You trust her so much?'
        'Yes, I do. Be careful with that Leela, it's important.'
        'I shall guard it with my life,' said Leela matter-of-factly, and
disappeared.
        The Doctor turned to Rodan. 'Now, what did you say your
name was?'
        'Rodan, Your Excellency.'
        'How do you do?'
        'As well as I can, Excellency.'
        The Doctor grinned. 'Who could ask for more! What's your
speciality?'
        'Quasitronics.'
        'Ah,' said the Doctor. 'I'm afraid I don't know much about
that.'
        'It's just a simple field study, Excellency,' began Rodan.
        'I dare say it is a simple field study,' said the Doctor
impatiently, 'but it's no use to us here. You wouldn't have a
glimmer of astrophysics, would you?'
        'Only a glimmer, Your Excellency.'
        'Well, we're going to break all the rules, so you can forget all
you ever learned. I want you to switch the primary and secondary
stabiliser circuitry of my TARDIS into your secondary defence
barrier.
        Rodan was shocked. 'You actually want me to link your
control to the main defence mechanism of Gallifrey?'
        'That's right. Then we can close up the hole I made, and stop
any Sontaran ships from coming through.'
        Rodan sighed. 'I don't suppose you've got a sonic
screwdriver?'
       Kelner stared despairingly round the defence control room,
still almost in ruins after K9's attack. 'So much damage,' he
moaned, 'so much disorder...'
       'I must have my re-inforcements!' growled Stor.
       'There may be some way of patching control though,' said
Kelner dubiously. 'But it will take time...'
       'My general insists on immediate entry,' said Stor throatily. 'If
I cannot fulfill his orders, it will be my military duty to die. But
before I die, you will die, Time Lord!'
       Hastily Kelner set to work.

       Rodan had disappeared underneath the TARDIS console, only
her feet still visible.
       'Are you all right down there?' called the Doctor.
       Rodan's head popped up. 'Of course I am. Crimps please.'
       'Crimps,' repeated the Doctor and fished a complex-looking
tool from a jumbled electronic tool-box at his side. 'Are you sure
you know what you're doing?'
       'Of course I do. Five two lever!'
       The Doctor found the lever and passed it down. He patted
the TARDIS console consolingly. 'Now don't you worry old girl, this
won't hurt a bit!'
       As Rodan worked on, the Doctor said broodingly, 'Unless we
can stop them, the Sontarans will rampage not only through this
universe and this time, but all universes, and all times. Nasty
thought, isn't it. So we've just got to stop them, you see, we've just
got to.'
       Rodan muttered something that sounded like 'inkle grooner'.
       The Doctor passed her another tool. 'They're after the Sash
of Rassilon, the Rod, and most especially the Great Key. Those
three, linked into the Matrix, provide the sum total of Time Lord
power. Yes, that's what they want all right!'
       Rodan appeared from beneath the TARDIS console and said
loudly, 'Junkl'
       The Doctor stared at her.
       'Junk,' repeated Rodan. 'This whole contraption is a load of
junk!'
       'You're talking about my TARDIS!'
       Rodan grinned at him. 'It worked though, all the same!' She
switched on the scanner. 'Look!'
       A pattern of sinister shapes appeared on the screen. 'Arrow
head, arrow wings, arrow shaft,' said the Doctor softly. 'A classic
Sontaran formation. It's an entire battle fleet!'
       'Whatever it is, it's outside the quantum force-field,' said
Rodan triumphantly. 'The defence screens are working again! We're
safe!'
       The Doctor brooded over the screen. 'You haven't seen what
a Sontaran battle fleet can do! Are you sure the defence screen will
hold?'
       Rodan nodded. 'Yes, Your Excellency. As long as the TARDIS
is secure, you control the defence screens.'

       Kelner straightened up from the tangled ruins of a control
bank. 'It's useless. Primary, secondary and tertiary circuits are out of
order.'
       'Repair them,' said Stor remorselessly.
       'It's not a question of repair, Excellency. The damaged
circuits seem to have been by-passed. The only way of doing that is
through a type forty capsule and the only one of those in operation
at the moment is the one used by the President!'
       ' "Dok-tor" ' roared Stor. His fist smashed down on a control
bank shattering it still further.
       Fear sent Kelner's brain into over-drive. 'There may be an
alternative. If I can by-pass his stabiliser circuits...' With renewed
energy, Kelner set to work.
       Some time later he straightened up, eyes gleaming with sly
malice. 'Let's try it, then. If it works, the Doctor is in for a very
unpleasant surprise.' He began throwing a series of switches, one by
one.
       The patched up equipment began throbbing with power.
Something was happening.
       'Better, Time Lord, better!' whispered Stor.

       The TARDIS control room began to blur and shimmer as
though dematerialising from the inside.
       'What's happening?' screamed Rodan.
       'Someone's reversed our stabiliser banks!'
       'That's impossible. Only a high-ranking Time Lord could do
that.'
       'It's that toad Kelner!'
       'What's going to happen to us?'
      'If this keeps up, we'll all be dematerialised. It's like being
hurled straight into a Black Star!'
      Rodan fell, unconscious. The Doctor clutched the console for
support, as the TARDIS began to blur and spin. Reality was fading
before his eyes...
                               13
                             Failsafe
      The Doctor became aware that someone was shaking his
shoulder. It was Leela. Somehow she had fought her way back to
him through the shuddering, vibrating TARDIS.
      'Leela, get Rodan out of here,' shouted the Doctor.
      Leela began dragging Rodan towards the door.
      The Doctor lurched over to the console and smashed his fist
down on a transparent plastic cover. There was a fierce klaxon like
hooting. Gradually the interior of the TARDIS returned to normal...

       Kelner studied instrument readings, and shook his head in
disappointment. 'I'm afraid the Doctor was too quick for us.'
       'What has happened,' demanded Stor.
       'He's managed to re-stabilise-thrown the failsafe switch on his
time capsule. It's fixed in its present state for eternity-or until he
turns off the failsafe switch.'
       'Then he is trapped!'
       'Trapped, and the Great Key with him,' said Kelner sadly. 'I
could have done so much with that Great Key.'
       Stor interrupted Kelner's dreams of power. 'Can we enter his
capsule?'
       'I have entered probes for all Time Capsules,' said Kelner
slowly. 'It ought to be possible.'
       'Then fetch the relevant probes. We shall go to this TARDIS.'

        The Doctor closed the door from the control room and
locked it. He produced a small silver tube. 'Nobody can re-set the
system without this in. Where are the others, Leela?'
        'In the bathroom.'
        'The bathroom? Leela, you mean to say you got lost? You, the
great huntress, got lost!' Chuckling the Doctor led them away.
        Supporting the still-dazed Rodan, Leela followed him. 'Well,
it's bigger than it looks this TARDIS of yours,' she muttered sulkily.

       The exterior door of the TARDIS sprang open, revealing
Stor, a Sontaran trooper, and Castellan Kelner.
       Stor stared contemptuously around him. 'This machine is
obsolete.'
       'It was withdrawn some time ago,' said Kelner defensively.
       'Can you make the systems function again, so that we regain
control of the defence systems?'
       'I doubt it,' said Kelner gloomily.
       'Later you will make it work, or you will die,' said Stor. 'But
first we must capture "Dok-tor".'
       The Sontaran trooper was trying to open the inner door
without success. 'He has half-fastened it with some kind of locking
device,' he reported.
       'He is still trapped,' said Stor gloatingly. 'There may be many
inner chambers, but this is the only way out, is that not so, Time
Lord?' Kelner nodded miserably.
       'I shall have the door open soon,' said the trooper.
       'Then we have him,' said Stor exultantly. 'And he has the
Great Key. I want Dok-tor captured unharmed, remember. I wish
to deal with him personally.'

       The Doctor was leading the way through semi-darkness down
a seemingly endless stairway.
       'Don't worry," he said confidently, 'I've got a perfect sense of
direction. We're close to store-room twenty-three-A if I'm not
mistaken. Come on!'
       Leela was almost certain that the Doctor was mistaken.
'Where are we going, Doctor?'
       'To the workshop, where I sent Andred and K9.'
       The Doctor led them through a gloomy maze of storerooms
and tunnels, chatting brightly all the while. 'You see the advantage
of this antiquated TARDIS of mine is that it's fully equipped and
completely reliable...'
       'Completely?' said Leela meaningfully.
       The Doctor coughed. 'Well, almost completely.'
       They came to a metal tunnel and the Doctor said, 'Here we
are, service tunnel three, sector two five. Nearly there!'
       Some considerable time later they found themselves trailing
wearily along a metal walkway and the Doctor said uneasily, 'It's
odd, you know, but I could have sworn we'd been here before.'
       'We have,' said Leela grimly. 'We're going round in circles,
Doctor.'
       'Nonsense, that must have been sector twenty-three-B. It's
very like this one.'
       They followed him down a flight of stairs. Rodan saying the
whole place needed re-decoration, the Doctor protesting that he had
more important things to deal with. They were still wrangling when
they climbed some steps and reached the tunnel again.
       'Doctor we have been here before,' insisted Leela.
       'It's just an illusion. It's called déjà vu, very common with
time travellers.'
       'Tell him, Rodan,' said Leela wearily.
       'She's right, Doctor. We've been this way before.'
       'Nonsense! I know the way round the TARDIS like the back
of my hand.' The Doctor gave the back of his hand a thoughtful
look, and they set off again.
       This time they emerged into an enormous conservatory,
crowded with lush green vegetation and bright with tropical plants.
The air was warm and humid, and they seemed to be under an
enormous glass dome beneath a blazing sun. Leela was astonished,
and even Rodan was taken aback.
       The Doctor took it all for granted. He stared at an
ornamental clock standing against one wall. 'Slow again,' he said
reprovingly, and adjusted the hands. Then with a sigh of relief, he
sank into a chair.

      A Sontaran trooper hurried back into the control room
carrying a long plastic tube filled with complex circuitry. Watched
by the impatient Stor, he applied the end of the rod to the locked
door. After a moment the rod began to glow as a colossal flow of
energy was channelled through it.
      Kelner, meanwhile, had completed his examination of the
TARDIS console. 'I'm sorry, sir, but it's impossible to reactivate.
The Doctor has removed a primary refraction tube from the failsafe
control. With that circuit missing, no one can do anything to the
TARDIS.'
      'So,' hissed Stor. 'I cannot destroy the TARDIS and the
Doctor cannot escape. Stalemate! Trooper, how much longer to
open that door?'
      'Not long, sir, I'm very nearly through...'

      The Doctor jumped to his feet. 'Come on, we can't lounge
about here all day.'
      Leela sighed. 'Doctor, you just said you wanted a rest.'
      'I've just had one! Let's go and see K9, he should be re-
charged by now.'
      It took a little more wandering and wrangling, but at last they
found their way into the workshop, an enormous room filled with
benches, lathes, and equipment for making or repairing practically
anything. K9 was standing by close to a power socket, antenna
plugged in patiently absorbing energy.
      'Andred was standing over him. 'If I had a dog like you in
my unit, K9, I'd make him a sergeant!'
      'Hello, boy,' said the Doctor cheerfully. 'How's it going?'
      'Nothing is going anywhere Master,' pointed out K9 with an
automaton's logic. 'We are in a state of perfect inertia!'
      'I don't really like the idea of inertia being perfect...'
      Leela knelt beside K9 and patted his head.
      'Is he ready?' asked the Doctor.
      Andred nodded. 'Re-charged to capacity, just as you ordered,
Doctor.'
      'Good.'
      A light flashed on the wall, and a buzzer sounded.
      "What's that?' asked Leela.
      'Early warning system. They've broken through the door
downstairs.'

      Squat and menacing, Stor stood for a moment in the open
doorway. He raised his helmet and set it upon his head. 'Now, Dok-
tor, we shall do battle on your own ground." Followed by his aide,
Stor marched determinedly into the interior of the TARDIS.

      K9 and the Doctor were deep in low voiced conversation.
'You understand, K9, you may pass on the information you have
absorbed to Rodan, when I have prepared her–but to no one else.'
      'Not even you, Master?'
      'It's my plan K9, naturally I have to know about it! Leela,
have you got the Key?'
      Leela produced the Key and handed it to him.
      'Look at me, Rodan!' commanded the Doctor softly. He
stroked Rodan's forehead with his fingers, and she fell into a light
hypnotic trance. 'Are you listening to me, Rodan.'
      'Yes.'
      'You will help, K9. You will carry out his instructions. When
he asks you will give him his Key. You will give it to K9 or me, but
to no one else, do you understand.'
      'I understand.'
      'Good! Watch the door will you Andred?'
      The Doctor produced the Circlet and perched it on K9's
head. 'It's up to you now, K9!'
      'Master!'
      'Leela, Andred, you come with me.'
      'Whereto?'
      'To the bathroom, of course!'
      The Doctor set off briskly, and the others followed.
      Rodan turned and looked expectantly at K9. She looked
bright and alert, and not in the least hypnotised.
      K9 swivelled to face the rack of storage shelves. 'One rod of
type three iridium alloy, one metre in length. Five copper
conduction discs.'
      As K9 called out his weird shopping list, Rodan found the
items he demanded and arranged them on a workbench.

      Stor was descending the steps, followed by Kelner and a
Sontaran trooper.
      At the foot of the steps, Stor produced a device from his belt-
pouch, studied the readings then put the little machine away in
disgust. 'Very clever, Dok-tor.'
      'What's happened?' asked Kelner nervously.
      'The Doctor has set up a form of biological barrage, so that
my tracking device cannot trace the life-forms of his party. Without
the tracer we may never find him. We must return to the control
room and destroy the barrier.'
      'The barrage is probably powered by an ancilliary generator,'
said Kelner. 'If I can find it, we can shut off the barrage.'
      'Do this, and you will be well rewarded. Lead me to this
device.'

      What Leela referred to as the bathroom was in fact the
swimming pool she had been using earlier. It was here that they
found Borusa, stretched out comfortably on a low couch, calm and
relaxed as always. 'Doctor!'
      'There you are, Chancellor,' said the Doctor equally calmly.
'I'm sorry to disturb you, but I think you'd better come with us to
somewhere a bit safer. Don't want you to fall into the hands of the
Sontarans, do we. Terrible chaps! It's all a question of breeding, you
know.'
        Borusa rose and allowed the Doctor to lead him away. 'Surely,
it isn't just their breeding which concerns you, Doctor?'
        'Oh, but it is, I assure you. They breed at the rate of about a
million a minute! This way Chancellor.' As they turned to leave,
Stor and his trooper appeared at the far end of the room.
        Stor raised his blaster and fired.
                              14
                           The Chase
       A second before the Doctor turned for a final glance round
and saw the menacing figures just in time. 'Get down!' he yelled.
Everyone ducked, and Stor's blaster-bolt crackled over their heads.
       Before Stor could fire again, the Doctor and his group were
through the end doors and haring down the corridor beyond.
       Stor and the Sontaran trooper ran after them.
       The Doctor led his party down a long corridor lined with
doors. Suddenly the Doctor stopped. 'Wait! We'd better split up.
Pick a door, any door!'
       The Doctor, Borusa, Leela and Andred all ran through
different doors and found themselves mysteriously all in the same
place, a kind of mini-hospital with rows of curtained beds.
       'I do wish you would stabilise your pedestrian infrastructure,
Doctor,' said Borusa peevishly. 'Where are we now?'
       'Sick bay?' The Doctor pointed to a door at the far end.
'Come on, Chancellor, we can get out this way. Lock the door
Andred.'
       The Doctor hurried Borusa down the ward. Andred locked
and barred the door, Leela waiting beside him.
       Andred slid the last of the heavy bolts. 'That should do it,' he
said.
       Stor smashed straight through the door, firing as he came.
       A random bolt caught Andred's arm and sent him flying
across the room. Leela dived for cover beneath a bed.
       Luckily for both of them, Stor and his trooper were more
interested in the retreating forms of the Doctor and Borusa, who
could just be seen disappearing through the far door. 'After them,'
roared Stor.
       Brushing aside the shattered fragments of the door frame,
Stor thundered down the ward and out of sight, his trooper behind
him.
       Leela emerged from hiding and went over to Andred, who
had rolled into a corner, clutching his wounded arm. She helped
him to his feet. 'Come on, let's get out of here.'
       'You go, Leela. I'll hold them off if they come back.'
       'How?' asked Leela practically. 'Come on, we'll go this way.'
       They went back through the door and into the corridor.
       When they arrived in the conservatory, the Doctor and
Borusa were waiting for them-rather to Leela's surprise, as she'd
been certain the Doctor would get them lost again.
       'Ah, there you are!' he called cheerfully. He noticed Andred
clutching his arm, 'You're hurt, Andred. Is it bad?'
       'Only a graze, Doctor but the arm's numb. I'm sorry, but I
won't be much use for a while.' Andred's face was white with shock
and it was clear it would take him some time to recover.
       'Leela, you'd better take Andred and the Chancellor back to
the workshop,' ordered the Doctor. 'Do you know the way this
time?'
       'I knew the way last time, Doctor.'
       'Through that door there, sharp right, down two levels...'
       Leela held up her hand. 'Please, no directions, Doctor. It will
be easier without them!'
       Leela led Andred and Borusa away, and the Doctor waited,
considering his next move. The situation really didn't call for very
much planning. All he had to do was stay alive until Rodan finished
the task he had given her. But with Stor and his troopers
rampaging round the TARDIS that might not be too easy.
       Stor's blaster wouldn't work in the main control room of
course, but the protective effect of the stabiliser field didn't extend
to the rest of the ship. And even in the control room he wouldn't
be safe, since Stor would be quite happy to throttle him or crush
him to death.
       Sontarans were appallingly strong, and the Doctor knew that
if they once got their hands on him he would be done for.
       The only thing to do he decided, was to carry on with this
deadly game of hide and seek. The TARDIS was vast, and Stor had
only a few troopers at his disposal. He should be able to keep them
busy long enough for Rodan to finish her task.
       Still considering the problem, the Doctor strolled around the
conservatory. Except for a central path it was densely overgrown, a
potted jungle, crammed with exotic plants from many different
planets.
       There were some very interesting species here, and some very
dangerous ones too. The Doctor stopped before a huge, dense bush
which carried not leaves but long trailing vine-like tentacles. As the
Doctor approached, the vine-tentacles began to stir and wave, and
seemed to reach out hungrily for him.
       The Doctor smiled. 'You know, I think you might come in
useful, old chap.'
       He stopped, as he heard heavy footsteps. Someone had come
into the conservatory. Keeping well clear of the vine-plant, the
Doctor ducked into the jungle.
       The Sontaran trooper came cautiously down the path, domed
head turning from side to side, blaster at the ready.
       Suddenly, he halted. There was a rustling sound from
somewhere in the bushes. He heard the sound of whistling...
       The Sontaran fired and the blaster bolt seared through the
bushes. After a moment, the whistling started up again, from a
slightly different direction. The Sontaran forced his way into the
bushes determined to catch sight of his quarry. A dense clump of
vines barred his way, and he thrust his way through them. Or
rather, he tried to...
       Suddenly the vines came to furious life, winding hundreds of
tentacles around him in a crushing grip. Arms pinioned, unable to
reach his blaster, the Sontaran struggled desperately creating a
tremendous racket as his heavy limbs flailed at the greenery.
       The Doctor popped out from behind a nearby bush and
observed the struggle with benign interest. 'I can see you two are
getting on very well,' he said, and hurried on his way.

      The Sontaran was still struggling, though more feebly, when
Stor and Kelner came into the conservatory. Stor raised his
communicator, made an adjustment, and switched it on. There was
a high-pitched electronic hum. Paralysed by the high-frequency
sound wave, the vine-plant's tentacles went limp. The Sontaran
trooper staggered out.
      Stor looked at the trooper dispassionately. 'You will follow
this Time Lord and destroy the power unit he will show you.
Report to me in the Panopticon when you have succeeded.' Stor
produced a grenade from his belt, and checked its timer.
      The trooper saluted, and followed Kelner from the
conservatory. Stor stood motionless for a moment. He took off his
helmet, and stood breathing hard, as if the strain of the long chase
was beginning to tell even on him.
      So many delays, so many frustrations, victory always so close,
yet always snatched away at the last moment. His ship, and the
whole Sontaran battle fleet trapped outside the barrier. He had
conquered a planet, and now he had to hold it with only a handful
of men.
      Stor's lipless mouth tightened, and his little red eyes blazed
with anger. Dok-tor! Always Dok-tor! He would kill the Dok-tor and
then all would be well. If necessary, he would destroy all Gallifrey to
ensure the Doctor's death. Stor hurried away.

       Kelner led the Sontaran trooper into a small but elegant
gallery. Masterpieces from many planets lined the walls, statues and
busts were scattered here and there about the room.
       Kelner looked around admiringly. 'Beautiful, isn't it?'
       The Sontaran said nothing. Beauty is of no interest to
Sontarans, since it has no function in war. Indeed, to a Sontaran
war is beauty. 'What is this place?'
       'An ancilliary power station. How like the Doctor to conceal
its function with beauty!'
       Kelner went over to the largest statue, a robed female figure
in the style of ancient Greece. He opened a small hatch in the side
of the statue's plinth, and pressed an off-switch. 'Now, try your
tracer.'
       The trooper took the device from his belt, switched on and
studied the readings. 'The humanoids are three levels below!' he
announced triumphantly. 'We shall go and destroy them!'

      In the workshop, the Doctor, Borusa and Andred stood
watching Rodan as she put the final touches to a complex, rifle-like
weapon. K9 stood smugly by, like an instructor watching a prize
pupil at work.
      'Finished?' said the Doctor.
      'Yes. It is finished.'
      The Doctor snapped his fingers. 'Wake up, Rodan. Give me
the Great Key.'
      Rodan blinked, produced the Key from her belt-pouch and
handed it to the Doctor.
      The Doctor picked up the gun and stood for a moment,
Great Key in one hand, gun in the other.
      Suddenly Borusa understood what was happening and an
expression of horror came over his face. 'No!' he whispered. 'No!'
      The Doctor's face was stern. 'You know how helpless we are
against the Sontarans, Chancellor.'
      'I forbid you to use that weapon, Doctor. It should never
have been created.'
      'What is it?' asked Leela, curiously.
      'The ultimate weapon,' said the Doctor simply. 'The De-mat
gun.'
      Rodan was as horrified as Borusa. 'But that's impossible. All
knowledge of that weapon is forbidden, by Rassilon's decree.'
      'But the information was still there, stored in the Matrix. K9
passed it on to you, and you built the gun under hypnosis.'
      The Doctor looked down at the weapon. 'Now I have only to
arm it. This is why the Great Key remained hidden for so long.'
      The Doctor slipped the key into a slot in the butt of the
weapon and snapped it home. The gun seemed to throb with
energy in his hands. For a moment he felt the exhilaration of total
power-and realised why Rassilon had ordered that the weapon
should be forbidden. 'With this weapon, I could rule the Universe,
eh, Chancellor?'
      'Is that what you want? Destroy it, Doctor! Destroy all
knowledge of it, or it will throw us back to the darkest age!'
      'No!' whispered a harsh voice from the doorway. 'It will take
us forward, to a new age of Sontaran conquest.'
      The Doctor turned. A Sontaran trooper was in the doorway,
Kelner close behind him.
      As the Sontaran raised his blaster the Doctor fired the De-mat
gun. The Sontaran vanished, abolished from existence.
      The Doctor swung the weapon to cover Kelner. 'Where is
Commander Stor.'
      Kelner didn't reply.
      'Kill him, Leela,' said the Doctor casually. Leela drew her
knife and moved forward.
      'The Panopticon,' screamed Kelner. 'He's in the Panopticon. I
think he's got some kind of bomb.'
      Horrified, the Doctor dashed for the door.

       Stor had almost finished his task. The fusion grenade was
primed and ready, placed squarely in the centre of the dais. He
straightened up to see the Doctor standing over him, a strange
weapon in his hand.
       'Wait, Stor.'
       'This final action will provide me with great pleasure, Dok-
tor.'
       'You'll destroy yourself and your men, as well as us...'
       'It is an honour to die for the glorious Sontaran Empire.'
       'The power of a black hole is trapped beneath us. Explode
that grenade and you'll destroy the entire planet.'
       'And all the Time Lords on it!'
       'You'll set off a chain reaction that will blow up your own
battle fleet."
       'We have many battle fleets. If we cannot conquer you, Time
Lord, we shall destroy you! Goodbye–Dok-tor!"
       Stor triggered the grenade.
                           15
                  The Wisdom of Rassilon
         In the same moment, the Doctor raised the De-mat gun and
fired.
      Stor vanished and the exploding grenade vanished, too.
Somehow the energies released by atomic grenade and De-mat gun
blended, merged, and cancelled each other out.
      The force of the energy-collision flung the Doctor back across
the dais and dropped him unconscious on the ground.
      In the vast, shadowy Panopticon, everything was quiet. Stor
was gone. The fusion-grenade was gone. Even the De-mat gun had
disappeared.
      All that remained of it was the triggering device, the Great
Key of Rassilon. It lay on the floor, close to the outstretched hand
of the Doctor, who lay still as death.

      The shock of the explosion was felt even in the TARDIS
workshop. For a time, Borusa, Andred, Rodan, Leela and K9
waited, wondering what had happened, and what they should do.
They heard slow, heavy footsteps, coming towards the workshop
door.
      Borusa lifted the staser, Leela drew her knife.
      The door opened and the Doctor stood swaying in the
doorway, exhausted, yet somehow relieved, as if some great weight
had been lifted from his shoulders.
      Leela ran to help him. 'Doctor, are you all right?'
      The Doctor beamed at her. 'Hello, Leela.' He looked at
Borusa. 'What on Earth are you doing here, Borusa?'
      'Your Excellency?'
      'My Excellency? Is this some kind of a joke, Borusa? You
never used to make jokes! And why am I wearing this thing?" He
unfastened the Sash of Rassilion, and stared at it in amazement.
      'But Your Excellency,' said Borusa, 'don't you remember your
induction as President?'
      'My induction? Me, President?' Clearly, the Doctor
remembered no such thing.
      'And the Vardans?'
      'What Vardans?'
      'The Sontarans?'
      'What Sontarans?'
      Borusa put his hands on the Doctor's shoulders. 'Doctor, you
have just saved Gallifrey.'
      'Have I really?' said the Doctor delightedly.
      'What do you say to that Leela?'
      Leela looked at Borusa. 'His mind has gone,' she whispered.
      Borusa smiled. 'No,' he said gently, 'only his memory. It is
better so. It is the wisdom of Rassilon.'

        Some time later a small group of Time Lords and Outsiders
led by Nesbin and Borusa assembled around the TARDIS. As usual
the Doctor had firmly rejected any thought of official thanks or a
farewell reception, and had insisted on a quiet departure.
        He paused embarrassed in the TARDIS doorway. The Doctor
had always hated farewells. 'Well, goodbye everybody. Come on,
Leela.'
        Leela didn't move. 'I am staying Doctor.'
        'Staying here? Why?'
        Andred was standing beside Leela, and she reached out and
took his hand. In Leela's tribe, females as well as males could
choose their mates, and Leela had chosen. Andred looked pleased,
but a little startled.
        'Oh I see,' said the Doctor thoughtfully.
        'Doctor, I hope–' began Andred.
        'I'm sure you hope,' said the Doctor solemnly. 'Don't worry,
she'll look after you. She's very good with a knife. Come on K9.'
        'Negative, Master.'
        'You're staying too?'
        'Affirmative.'
        'Why?'
        'To look after the Mistress–Master.'
        The Doctor nodded. Clearly an automaton could have feelings
after all.
        A little sadly the Doctor opened the TARDIS door.
        Leela called. 'Doctor!'
        'Yes, Leela?'
        'I'll miss you, Doctor.'
        'I'll miss you too–savage!'
        Raising his hand in a farewell salute to Borusa, the Doctor
went inside the TARDIS and closed the door.
       A minute or two later there was a wheezing, groaning sound
and the blue police box dematerialised.
       Leela turned to K9. 'Will he be lonely?'
       'Insufficient data, Mistress.' But K9's tail antenna dropped
sadly.
       Andred took Leela's hand, and they walked away.
       K9 glided after them.

      In the TARDIS control room, the Doctor wandered around
the console, adjusting the controls here and there, and telling
himself he quite liked it on his own.
      He didn't believe himself. Suddenly, a thought struck him. He
opened a storage locker and pulled out an enormous cardboard
box. On it was stencilled 'K9, Mark II'. The Doctor smiled.
      Anything any other scientist could do, he could do better.
He'd designed and assembled the parts for a new improved K9
some time ago, though he'd kept the box hidden for fear of hurting
the feelings of the original.
      Happily, the Doctor opened the box and set to work.