030 - Doctor Who and the Hand of Fear

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The Tardis lands in England, and Sarah, the Doctor’s
companion, looks forward to going home.
A freak accident in a quarry leaves the unconscious Sarah
clutching an enormous stone Hand.
The Hand is the only surviving remnant of Eldrad, an alien
super-being expelled from his planet, Kastria—and it has the
power to control the human mind. Using Sarah as its
instrument, the Hand goes in search of the atomic energy it
needs to regenerate Eldrad’s body.
Eldrad is determined to return to Kastria and punish his
enemies. The Doctor and Sarah are caught up in the
terrifying conclusion of a drama of betrayal and revenge that
began millions of years ago.
ISBN 0 426 20033 0
DOCTOR WHO
AND THE
HAND OF FEAR
Based on the BBC television serial The Hand of Fear by Bob
Baker and Dave Martin by arrangement with the British
Broadcasting Corporation
TERRANCE DICKS
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
Copyright © 1979 by Terrance Dicks, Bob Baker and Dave
Martin
‘Doctor Who’ series copyright © 1979 by the British
Broadcasting Corporation
Printed in Great Britain by
Hunt Barnard Publishing Ltd, Aylesbury, Bucks
ISBN 0 426 20033 0
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 publisher’s 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
Prologue
1 The Fossil
2 The Ring of Power
3 Power Source
4 The Will of Eldrad
5 Eldrad Must Live
6 Countdown
7 Blow-up
8 Counterstrike
9 The Return of Eldrad
10 Return to Kastria
11 The Caves of Kastria
12 Eldrad Reborn
13 Eldrad’s Destiny
14 Sarah’s Farewell
Prologue
The planet was dying.
On the surface of Kastria, nothing moved, nothing lived.
Lashed by constant snowstorms, scoured by solar winds, Kastria
was bleak, deserted, dead.
It was very cold in the observation dome. A sinister-looking
figure wrapped in his thick, hooded cloak, Zazzka sat shivering
at the control console, studying the monitor screen. A tiny blip of
light moved across it with infinite slowness as the capsule it
represented hurtled through deep space.
A voice crackled from the console speaker. ‘Central
Command to Zone Six. Central Command to Zone Six. Report
immediately.’
‘Obliteration module on course, and at normal function.
Dome temperature continues to fall.’
‘You are not Technician Oban.’
Zazzka glanced at a huddled shape in the corner.
‘Technician Oban no longer functional. He has died from the
cold. This is Commander Zazzka.’
‘Computer time for capsule detonation?’
‘The capsule has been projected through the space warp. It
will reach a distant solar system in six time units. Power-levels
are falling rapidly. Contact may soon be lost.’
‘Report on barrier condition.’
‘Deteriorating steadily.’
There was a pause. The voice said, ‘The North has already
fallen. When the South Barrier collapses temperature loss will
intensify rapidly.’
‘Surface operation will no longer be possible,’ said Zazzka
flatly. His strangely constituted body had immense resilience,
but he knew that if he remained on the surface of the planet for
much longer he would die like all the others.
There was another pause, then the voice spoke again.
‘Confirmed. Here are new orders. Switch capsule control
through to me, here at Central Command. I shall detonate the
module now, before contact is lost.’
‘But King Rokon, total obliteration of Eldrad was ordered.
Computer indicates premature detonation would give a one in
three million chance of particle survival—’
‘We have no choice! Switch control to me now, then evacuate
the observation dome.’
‘I obey, your majesty.’ Zazzka’s hands moved stiffly over the
controls.
High above a primitive planet, the Kastrian obliteration capsule
sped through space like some wandering meteor. Inside, its
occupant lay stretched out like a corpse in a coffin. But he wasn’t
dead, not yet. He lay clamped in unbreakable bonds, listening to
the voice in his ear. The prisoner knew that when the voice
ended, his life would end with it. He lay motionless, listening.
Only his right hand with its great jewelled ring clenched and
unclenched convulsively.
The voice was that of King Rokon, the one who had
condemned him to this fate. It was old, and full of malicious
satisfaction.
‘Eldrad, slayer of the Vox Libra,’ said the voice in a kind of
chant.
‘Eldrad, transgressor of the order,
Eldrad, carrier of all evil,
Eldrad, destroyer of the barriers,
Eldrad, saboteur, genocide, anarch...’
(Far away on Kastria, the wizened hand reached for the control
that would trigger the capsule’s self-destruct mechanism.)
‘Eldrad, sentenced to obliteration...’
(The finger stabbed down...)
In the few seconds of life that remained to him, one thought
filled the prisoner’s mind. ‘No! Eldrad must live! Eldrad must
live!’
As the capsule disappeared in a soundless explosion, his
massive body shattered into a thousand fragments. Yet, due to
some freak of the blast, one part of him still survived... The right
hand was flung free of the explosion. Down, down it spun until
at last it buried itself deep into the primeval mud of the planet
below.
There it stayed, for one hundred and fifty million years...
1
The Fossil
The bare, rocky area was completely deserted—and for a very
good reason.
With a wheezing groaning sound a battered old blue police
box appeared from nowhere. The door opened and a very tall
man stepped out. He wore loose, comfortable clothes with a
tweedy Bohemian look about them. The outfit was topped off
with an immensely long scarf and a broad-brimmed soft hat
jammed on to a tangle of curly hair. He stared about him with
wide, curious eyes. The police box had landed in a rocky valley
just beneath a cliff. The ground was littered with rubble, and the
wind snatched up clouds of dust and swirled them through the
air.
A little apprehensively, the man glanced over his shoulder.
‘It’s a bit windy, I’m afraid, Sarah.’
An attractive dark-haired girl came out of the police box,
adjusting the scarf in her hair. She looked disgustedly around
her. ‘Earth, he says! Earth for certain, this time. Hah!’ She
folded her arms and glared fiercely at the tall man, who was that
mysterious traveller through Space and Time known as the
Doctor. Sarah Jane Smith had been his companion on a variety
of terrifying adventures. Now she had decided that enough was
enough, and asked to be taken home.
The Doctor was doing his best, but unfortunately the
steering mechanism of the TARDIS was somewhat erratic, and
previous arrivals had been in the wrong place, and the wrong
time. From the look of things it had happened yet again. Sarah
was beginning to feel that the planet Earth in the last quarter of
the twentieth century was the one place and time she was never
going to see again...
The Doctor by contrast was utterly confident—but then, he
always was. ‘Don’t worry, Sarah, this is Earth all right.’
‘This? This howling wilderness is Earth?’
‘That’s right.’
‘Unlike you, I happen to be a native of Earth—South
Croydon to be precise—which is where you said we’d arrive.’
Sarah looked at the rocky desolation around them. ‘I can tell you
categorically, Doctor, this is not South Croydon.’
‘Would you settle for the South Coast?’ asked the Doctor
hopefully.
‘South Coast! This isn’t even Earth, I tell you.’
‘Bet you a stick of rock!’
‘Well, if it is Earth, it’s the middle of the Gobi desert.’
‘It does look a little bleak,’ admitted the Doctor. ‘Perhaps the
season hasn’t started yet!’
Sarah was in no mood for jokes. ‘Come on, Doctor, where
are we?’
The Doctor picked up a chunk of rock.
‘Well, it isn’t peppermint, and it doesn’t say Southend all the
way through. Jurassic limestone, by the look of it. We appear to
have landed in a quarry, Sarah. If we’re lucky we might find
some interesting fossils.’
A man in donkey jacket and protective helmet appeared on
the cliff-top and stared in appalled surprise at the two figures
below him. ‘Hey, you,’ he yelled. ‘You two—look out! Get away
from there!’
The wind caught his words and snatched them away.
The burly man’s name was Tom Abbott, and he was
foreman of the quarry’s blasting crew. His safety record had
been unblemished for twenty years, and he didn’t intend to have
it ruined now. He turned and ran back along the cliff edge. Over
摘要：

TheTardislandsinEngland,andSarah,theDoctor’scompanion,looksforwardtogoinghome.AfreakaccidentinaquarryleavestheunconsciousSarahclutchinganenormousstoneHand.TheHandistheonlysurvivingremnantofEldrad,analiensuper-beingexpelledfromhisplanet,Kastria—andithasthepowertocontrolthehumanmind.UsingSarahasitsins...

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