Doctor Who Death To The Daleks Terrance Dicks

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.Clearly the creatures had been on her track—and equally clearly, they had been reluctant to go further up the path.Sarah decided anywhere those hooded horrors wanted to keep away from was the right place for her.She began climbing up the steep track as fast as she could, and a few minutes later she stood on the crest of the rise.She stopped, eyes widening in amazement.Ahead of her stretched a vast plain made of smooth level rock.It was as though someone had sliced off the top of a mountain with a giant cleaver.In the centre of this plateau there was a City.It was made of white, gleaming marble-like stone and its towers stretched upwards to the dark clouds that floated across the grey morning sky.The design was ultra-modern, all smooth level surfaces and squared off, geometrically regular shapes, with something of the towering majesty of the Aztec temples of Earth.Adjoining the City was an enormous tower, and at the top of this tower was a beacon.It pulsed in a steady, regular rhythm like some colossal lighthouse.For some time Sarah stood there, gazing in awe.There was a civilisation on this planet after all.Perhaps the creature that had attacked her was merely one of the barbarians of this world, one of the savages who skulked outside the City without daring to approach.Only an advanced, ultra-civilised race could build a place such as this.Surely they would help her to rescue the Doctor, help to repair the TARDIS and send them on their way.Full of renewed hope, Sarah set off towards the City.The Doctor meanwhile was trying to find his way back to the TARDIS.Unfortunately, the dunes looked much alike, and he had no idea how far, or indeed in what direction, his captors had dragged him while he was semi-conscious.Now he too had come to the edge of the dunes, to an area of wild broken country strewn with huge boulders, the lower slopes of the range of mountains that fringed the area.For a moment the Doctor considered turning back—he certainly hadn't come this way before.But if he did that he risked losing himself again.He decided to climb higher and get a general view of.the area.With luck he might even be able to spot the TARDIS.He started to climb the rocky path ahead of him.The path rose steeply, and soon it was enclosed in high rock walls as it wound across the face of the mountain.The Doctor marched determinedly on.If he could scale that spur just ahead and look back the way he had come.Suddenly he found that he had stopped, and was staring cautiously about him.It was as if his subconscious mind had spotted some danger and was trying to warn him.He studied the path ahead.There was no sound, no movement.Everything was normal.He took a few cautious paces forward, and stopped again.Stretching across the path, concealed under some loose brushwood, there was a rope.It was obviously designed to trip anyone coming along the path.He touched it with a cautious finger.It was taut, like a bow string.The ends disappeared into the shrubs on either side of the path.The Doctor looked thoughtfully at the rope, and backed away.He picked up a football-sized rock and lobbed it hard along the path.As the rock hit the rope, there was a grinding sound from the hillside above, and a huge boulder smashed down on to the path—at exactly the point where a passer-by would have been standing when his foot touched the rope.The boulder rolled across the path and disappeared down the mountainside.Crude, but effective, thought the Doctor, as the rumbling died away.He wondered what other traps were waiting for him—and suddenly someone jumped him from behind.At first the Doctor assumed that his black-cloaked enemies had caught up with him.Then he saw that the arm across his throat was clad in silvery-grey plastic-type material—and the knife that was stabbing towards his chest was made from a single piece of metal —a spaceman's knife.Interesting as this was, there were more urgent problems.The Doctor dug his chin into his chest to counter the stranglehold, grabbed his attacker's knife-wrist with both hands, swept a leg round his attacker's ankle and threw himself backwards.He crashed to the ground, his assailant beneath him.But the shock of the fall broke the Doctor's grip [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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