013 - Doctor Who and the Curse of Peladon

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Again, the terrifying cry rang out. The Doctor quickened his

pace along the gloomy tunnels of the castle. Suddenly, from

the darkness lumbered the mighty Aggedor, Royal Beast and

Protector of the Kingdom of Peladon!

The Doctor fumbled in his pocket. Would the device work?

As he trained the spinning mirror on the eyes of Aggedor,

the terrible claws came closer and closer...

What is the secret behind the killings on the Planet of

Peladon? Is Aggedor seeking revenge because the King of

Peladon wants his kingdom to become a member of the

Galactic Federation? Will the Doctor escape the claws of

Aggedor and discover the truth?

ISBN 0 426 10452 8

DOCTOR WHO

AND THE

CURSE OF PELADON

Based on the BBC television serial Doctor Who and the Curse of

Peladon by Brian Hayles by arrangement with the British

Broadcasting Corporation

BRIAN HAYLES

Illustrated by Alan Willow

published by

The Paperback Division of

W. H. Allen & Co. Ltd

A Target Book

First published in 1974

by the Paperback Division of W. H. Allen & Co. Ltd.

A Howard & Wyndham Company

44 Hill Street, London WIX 8LB

Corporation

Printed in Great Britain by

The Anchor Press Ltd Tiptree, Essex

ISBN 0 426 11498 1

This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not by way

of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out or otherwise

circulated without the publishers prior consent in any form of

binding or cover other than that in which it is published and

without a similar condition including this condition being

imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

CONTENTS

1 The Deadly Guardian

2 Into the Chasm

3 An Enemy from the Past

4 The Doctor Must Die

5 The Attack on Arcturus

6 The Temple of Aggedor

7 Escape into Danger

8 Trial by Combat

9 A Conspiracy of Terror

10 The Battle for the Palace

11 The King's Avenger

The Deadly Guardian

The electric storm clawed and tore its way across the night sky

like a wild animal, flaring suddenly into ripples of lightning

more eerie and majestic than the three moons of Peladon. The

harsh wind, drowned only by fitful claps of ragged thunder,

howled and keened through the crags and passes of Mount

Megeshra while, far below, deep-shadowed valleys and canyons

echoed and re-echoed to the almost continuous shudder of

sound. Yet another blaze of light flowed across the torn sky,

silhouetting the mountain peak. A mighty granite-stoned castle

became starkly visible before slipping back into the darkness, its

pointed turrets challenging the night. It was the Citadel of

Peladon.

Inside the castle, thick walls reduced the winds sound to a

chilling moan. On the walls, torch flames dipped and guttered

fitfully as Torbis, Chancellor to King Peladon of Peladon, strode

purposefully through the shadows along the corridor leading to

the throne room. His lean face grimaced as he shrugged himself

deeper into his heavy cloak. At his age, every winter seemed

colder than the last. But this year would be a famous landmark

in the chronicles of Peladon—and part at least of the glory

would be his, Torbis, Chancellor and mentor to the young king.

A growl of thunder reached him from outside, and he

scowled. It was a black night, worst yet of the winter storms and

Hepesh, High Priest of Peladon, would make the most of it.

Although younger than Torbis by ten years, Hepesh held

stubbornly to the past, scorning the future, foretelling its doom

by omens. No wonder the aliens called Peladon barbaric. The

past was important, but it had to change, to evolve—and Torbis

was determined that it should happen soon.

As Torbis approached the great doorway to the throneroom,

the guards standing there brought their ornate pikes up to

attention. Torbis casually acknowledged their salute. The guard

commander moved to open the throneroom doors, and Torbis

glanced idly upwards at the massive statue set on the balcony

over the entrance. With a small habitual gesture, Torbis

acknowledged the stern image: a cruelly stylised rendering of

Aggedor, the Royal Beast of Peladon, by tradition the spiritual

guardian of the king. The chiselled face stared back sightlessly.

Without giving further thought to the grim stone guardian,

Torbis strode forward to meet his royal master.

Seated on the throne, Peladon watched affectionately as

Torbis advanced and bowed his grizzled head in formal

greeting. It was obvious that the old man was pleased. Peladon

had good reason to share his pleasure. In spite of the well-

meaning resistance of Hepesh, the High Priest, who now stood

beside the throne, the promise that had once been no more than

a dream would soon become reality. Peladon made a simple

gesture of welcome. Torbis relaxed and stepped closer to the

throne. His glance took in the two figures standing there: Grun,

the King’s Champion, superbly muscled, impassive and ritually

mute; and Hepesh, whose dark eyes scarcely hid his quiet

hatred.

Hepesh raised a richly-ringed hand to stroke his beard. His

glance flicked away from the Chancellor’s gentle face to that of

the pale, handsome youth on the throne. He so resembled his

warrior father in physique and bearing. But, because of the

added graciousness and warmth of his mother the Earthwoman,

the boy lacked the autocratic manner of the great Kings of the

past. Yes, she was the source: breaking the royal bloodline, and

planting the seeds of change not only in her son and Torbis, but

in the minds of the whole Grand Council. She was dead now.

Hepesh and Torbis had, as Regents, brought Peladon to his

throne when he came of age, and he still sought their guidance

and wisdom. There was still a chance that he could be

persuaded—but time was running short.

Torbis spoke, proudly. ‘The delegate from Alpha Centauri

has arrived, your majesty. We wait only the Chairman delegate

from Earth.’

‘There is no point in wasting time,’ said Peladon crisply.

‘Alpha Centauri will present his credentials to me as soon as

possible, tonight.’

Hepesh stepped forward, tight-faced and sharp-voiced.

‘Your Majesty—think again! This folly—’

Torbis turned on Hepesh, but spoke calmly.

‘This folly as you call it, Hepesh, has been discussed and

decided in Grand Council. You have had your say there and you

were outvoted. Accept that decision!’

‘Hepesh’, interceded Peladon, ‘this meeting with the

Commissioners of the Galactic Federation is only a preliminary

discussion—nothing more that that...’

‘You have been misled, Majesty—’ retorted Hepesh

earnestly. ‘Torbis and the fools who support him seek to discard

the ancient ways of our people!’

‘Superstition and ignorance may be the tricks of your trade,

Priest’, snapped Torbis, ‘but they are no foundation for a

glorious future!’

‘A future in slavery to aliens?’ questioned Hepesh coldly.

‘Such a denial of our great traditions will surely bring the curse

of Aggedor upon us!’

‘Perhaps Aggedor has more faith in his people than you,

Hepesh...’ growled the old Chancellor.

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Again,theterrifyingcryrangout.TheDoctorquickenedhispacealongthegloomytunnelsofthecastle.Suddenly,fromthedarknesslumberedthemightyAggedor,RoyalBeastandProtectoroftheKingdomofPeladon!TheDoctorfumbledinhispocket.Wouldthedevicework?AshetrainedthespinningmirrorontheeyesofAggedor,theterribleclawscameclose...

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