"Right." "Let's put these two together and go and find the third." "Oh, I see." "Here, let me do it." "What?" "I used to be rather good at puzzles." "Puzzles?" "You don't call that a puzzle, do you?" "Well, hardly complex enough to be called a puzzle, is it?" "It certainly isn't." "Look, shouldn't we be getting on?" "We've only got two segments." "Why don't you go and find out where our next destination is." "Right." "Romana," "I've just decided to go and find out where our next destination is." "Oh." "Well?" "Have I got a treat in store for you, Romana." "Really?" "Yes." "Better than Calufrax, I hope." "Much better." "You'll love it." "I promise you." "You'll love it." "Cailleach." "Cailleach." "Cailleach." "Come, oh, great one, come." "Your time is near." "Not yet." "Oh, sorry." "Not yet." "Not yet." "What does she mean, not yet?" "What do you mean, not yet?" "I'm not ready yet." "Oh." "Oh, sorry." "Well?" "How do I look?" "Ravishing." "That's not what I meant." "I mean, will this do?" "Oh, yes, very nicely, I should say, except for those shoes." "Oh, I rather like them." "Well, you please yourself." "I'm no fashion expert." "No." "Beware the Black Guardian," "What about these..." "Beware the Black Guardian," "What?" "Doctor, what does it mean?" "It's a warning and a reminder." "Doctor, I do wish I knew what you were talking about." "If she'd been meant to know, he would have told her." "What?" "Look, I only want to know about our mission." "What?" "After all, what would I do if something happened to you?" "If something happened to me?" "Yes, I suppose you have a point." "Yes, I don't really think it's fair." "Well?" "Romana, you were not sent on this mission by the President of the Supreme Council." "What?" "No, no, you weren't." "But, I saw..." "He told me..." "Well, what am I doing here?" "The voice you just heard and the being you saw in the shape of the President was the White Guardian, or to be more accurate, the Guardian of Light and Time, as opposed to the Guardian of Darkness," "sometimes called the Black Guardian." "They can assume any shape or form they wish." "just like the segments of the Key." "Yes." "That's why our mission is so vital." "Romana, the Key of Time is so powerful that it must not be allowed to fall into the hands of any one being." "It's been broken up into six segments and the segments scattered through the universe and disguised as other objects." "Yes, I know that, but what I don't know is why." "Because there are times when the forces within the universe upset the cosmic balance so badly that the entire universe is in danger of eternal chaos." "And I suppose the Key can prevent that?" "That's what the White Guardian said." "When it's fully assembled and activated, it stops everything." "Everything?" "Yes." "So that the White Guardian can restore the balance." "I see." "And I suppose there's a time like that approaching." "Rapidly." "Hello, K9." "Master," "Hello, my dear old thing, my..." "What's that?" "That's your surprise." "We've landed." "Where?" "Come here." "Earth!" "I thought you'd be pleased." "I might have guessed." "Your favourite planet." "How do you know that?" "Everybody knows that." "I didn't tell everybody that." "I can't think why, for the life of me." "You'll like it." "It's pretty civilised, on the whole." "Oxygen level good." "Slight aqueous precipitation." "Do you mean it's raining?" "So it would appear." "Ah, well." "That's what the locals call a soft day." "Really?" "Anyone for tennis?" "Tennis?" "Yes, it's an English expression." "It means, "Is anyone coming outdoors to get soaked?"" "Oh." "Master?" "Guard duty for you, K9." "We don't know if the natives are friendly yet." "Master," "K9, what is tennis?" "Real, lawn, or table, Mistress?" "Never mind." "Forget it." "Forget, Erase memory banks concerning tennis," "Memory erased," "I do believe it's going to be a nice day after all." "So, this is Earth, is it?" "Yes." "Pretty, isn't it?" "Mmm." "Well, the third segment can't be far away." "It's over there." "Let's go." "Very strange." "What is?" "These are." "Why strange?" "They're just indentations obviously caused by something heavy." "Exactly." "Probably some form of animal." "Why?" "They don't have very heavy elephants around here." "It must weigh at least three and a half tons." "More, I should think." "Would you?" "Yes." "Judging by the specific density of the ground here." "Yes." "You know..." "Over there." "Yes, that looks promising." "Let's go and have a look." "Come on." "Well, here we are." "What do you think?" "Fascinating, eh?" "What is it?" "Well, it's a stone circle." "I can see that." "But what's it for?" "Well, it's a sort of megalithic temple-cum-observatory." "Observatory?" "Yeah." "They're just stones, aren't they?" "Just... just stones?" "Yes, they're just stones." "They're all aligned with various points on the horizon, giving you sunrise and moonrise at different times of the year." "I didn't realise the people here were so primitive." "What?" "Primitive?" "No, not now." "Thousands of years ago, when these were built." "Ah, I see." "It's very old, is it?" "Very." "And clever." "With some of these circles, you could even calculate eclipses." "Fascinating." "Hmm." "Do you think one of these stones is the third segment?" "I don't know." "Try." "Oh..." "That's very odd." "Nothing." "It's been surveyed, you know." "I beg your pardon?" "Surveyed." "The circle." "Many times." "Ah." "So you noticed it, did you?" "Well..." "I always knew it was a matter of time before another professional came in and noticed the discrepancies." "Haven't I met you somewhere before?" "Professor..." "Doctor." "Oh, Doctor." "Yes, of course." "I have a wonderful memory for faces." "Fougous." "Fogous?" "Fogous." "Cornish Fogous." "You read that paper on them at that symposium at Princeton, or was it Cardiff?" "Or was it that fool Lemington Smith?" "Dreadful paper." "Complete bosh." "Who are you?" "Professor Emilia Rumford." "Author of Bronze Age Burials in Gloucestershire," "Oh!" "The definitive work on the subject." "You're too kind, Doctor, but, of course, you're perfectly right." "It was the survey of Dr Borlase in" "1 754 that brought you on to it." "Well..." "That's how I twigged 'cause when I came to compare the survey of Dr Borlase with the survey of the Reverend Thomas Bright in 1 820 and then the two surveys of 1 874 and 1 91 1," "well, it was obvious, wasn't it?" "What was obvious?" "I do beg your pardon." "That's my assistant Romana." "Hello." "Hello." "What a charming name." "What's the origin, I wonder." "What was obvious, Professor Rumford?" "That there'd been a miscount, my dear." "A miscount?" "Of the stones." "According to Dr Borlase, the Nine Travellers here..." "The Nine Travellers?" "Oh, it's a local name for them." "Yes, but there are more than nine stones." "Curious, isn't it?" "So is this." "What?" "Dried blood and quite a lot of it." "Almost as if something had had its throat cut." "It probably did." "Oh, Vivien." "Doctor, my friend Miss Vivien Fay." "How do you do?" "You move very quietly, Miss Fay." "I didn't hear you approach." "I used to be a Brown Owl." "Really?" "Leader of a Brownie pack." "Doesn't the blood upset you, then?" "It'll probably be just another sacrifice." "I thought you told me Earth was civilised now." "You mean there have been sacrifices before?" "The BIDS are primitive." "The BIDS?" "The British Institute of Druidic Studies." "Nothing at all to do with real Druids, or course, past or present." "There's a group of them who come here regularly." "They all wear white robes and wave bits of mistletoe and curved knives in the air." "It's all very unhistoric." "You dismiss them a little too easily." "Why?" "Has there been trouble?" "Well, their leader, Mr De Vries, is a very unpleasant man." "Really?" "Yes." "As a matter of fact, we thought you were one of his group." "So you don't have anything to do with them, then?" "No more than we can help." "All that mumbo-jumbo nonsense." "No, Vivien and I are conducting a topographical, geological," "astronomical, archaeological..." "How would I see this Mr De Vries?" "He lives over the hill in the big house." "I think I'll look him up." "What, now?" "I warn you, Doctor, he doesn't like scientists." "Very few people do, in my experience." "Oh, by the way, over there, we noticed indentations in the ground made by something very heavy." "It's probably one of the local farmers moving equipment." "Very probably, yes." "Over this way, you say?" "Yes, you can't miss it." "How far is it?" "Only a couple of miles." "Only?" "Well, I did warn you about those shoes." "Yes, you did." "I see what you mean." "They're not very practical, are they?" "Yes, well, I didn't realise..." "She wouldn't be told." "Look, I'll tell you what, why don't you hang on here." "I'll stop off on the way back and bring you some boots, right?" "Thank you." "Listen, keep an eye on those two." "There's something very odd going on." "Right." "Right." "I won't be long." "Goodbye." "Bye." "Oh, typical!" "What?" "Typical male." "Strands you here in the middle of nowhere with two complete strangers, while he goes off enjoying himself." "Never mind." "You can help us with the work while you're waiting." "Right." "Farm machinery!" "Huh!" "Is that straight?" "Yes." "Jolly good." "What does that make it?" "28.9 metres?" "Uh-huh." "Well, girls, let's have a breather." "Take five, as they say." "What's that?" "Don't be afraid." "It's only a crow." "Ooh!" "It looks...evil." "Cailleach." "Cailleach, we come to do your bidding." "Oh, Cailleach." "Cailleach." "Cailleach." "Cailleach." "Cailleach." "Cailleach." "Your spirit fills us." "Your worshippers are our brothers." "Your enemies are our enemies." "Death to the enemies of the Cailleach!" "Death to the enemies of the Cailleach!" "He comes, oh, Cailleach." "He comes." "The one foretold is here." "Your time will come, oh, Cailleach." "Anybody there?" "Our friend's impatient." "Don't let's keep him waiting." "Hello?" "Anybody home?" "Any..." "Nobody home except us Druids." "Thomas Borlase, 1701 -1754." "Oh!" "So, that's the good doctor." "He surveyed the Nine Travellers, but then, you probably know that already, Doctor." "Mr De Vries." "Correct." "How did you know my name?" "It was very sad about Dr Borlase." "Didn't Professor Rumford tell you?" "No." "One of the stones fell on him just after he completed his survey." "What..." "Maybe we should warn the Professor?" "She's quite safe." "Ah." "What about them?" "Those are away being cleaned." "One of them's rather fine, by the Scottish painter Ramsey." "Lady Morgana Montcalm." "Perhaps you've heard of her." "No, I'm afraid I haven't." "The Montcalms owned this land and this house, including the circle." "They used to call her the Wicked Lady Montcalm." "She's said to have murdered her husband on her wedding night." "That's Mrs Trefusis." "She was a recluse." "She lived here for 60 years and never saw a soul." "That's a Brazilian lady, or would be if she were here." "Senora Camara." "Hmm." "Was there a Senor Camara?" "He doesn't seem to have survived the crossing from Brazil." "But don't let's stand about here in the hall, Doctor." "Do come in." "Let me offer you a glass of sherry." "Yes, thank you, thank you." "I'd like that." "They've been circling all afternoon." "Well, girls, time to pack up." "Thanks for all your help, Romana." "Fancy a mug of tea and some sandwiches?" "Well..." "Please do." "My cottage is just over the hill." "I'd think better wait here for the Doctor, otherwise he won't know where I am." "Oh, well." "Please yourself, girl." "But if you change your mind, we're not far away." "Bring your friend along with you when he gets back." "All right." "Good." "See you later, then." "That's rather an unusual pet." "It's not exactly what you'd call a pet, Doctor." "You know, Mr De Vries, you never told me how you knew my name." "Didn't I, Doctor?" "No." "You never told me what your interest in the circle is." "That's true." "I'm looking for something." "What?" "Part of a key." "A key to what?" "It's just a key." "It's been mislaid." "Tell me, you're not really a Druid, are you?" "Not in the conventional sense, no, but I am a humble student of Druidic lore." "That must be very boring." "Boring?" "What do you mean?" "Well, there's so little of it that's historically reliable, is there?" "The odd mention in julius Caesar, Tacitus." "No great detail." "I thought that Druidism was founded by john Aubrey in the 1 7th century as a joke." "He had a great sense of humour, John Aubrey." "It is no laughing matter." "Oh." "That's a pity." "What's your interest in the stones?" "The stones are sacred." "To whom?" "To one who is mighty and all-powerful." "To the Goddess." "Goddess?" "What goddess is that?" "She has many names." "Morrigu, Nermintana, the Cailleach." "Ah, Celtic." "Of course." "Goddess of war, death and magic." "Beware the raven or the crow, Doctor." "They are her eyes." "You don't really believe that, do you?" "Hmm?" "I have seen her power, Doctor." "Come." "His blood is still warm." "I know what to do." "Romana!" "Doctor, where have you been?" "Doctor?" "Are you all right?" "Romana!" "Romana!" "Doctor?" "Where are you?" "Romana!" "Doctor?" "What's the matter?" "No!" "No!"