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Doctor with Confidence BY COLIN BRAKE ISBN: 0-563-48652-X Contents Prologue 19 THREE 31 FOUR 43 FIVE 49 SIX 63 SEVEN 71 EIGHT 85 NINE 95 TEN 107 ELEVEN 121 TWELVE 131 THIRTEEN 141 FOURTEEN 153 FIFTEEN 165 Acknowledgements 173 About the Author 175 It was another perfect day in paradise. Sister Serenta could feel the warm golden sand between her toes as she walked barefoot along the beach, her moccasins in her hand. Saxik, the Fire Lord, was high in the sky, making the waves shimmer as they rolled gently on to the shore, sending bubbling sheets of sparkling water dancing over her feet. A gentle breeze cooled her brow, tempering the heat. Half a dozen cream-coloured sea birds were whirling in the sky. Serenta thought they looked as if they were playing some kind of game, chasing each other, zooming high and low and then floating without effort on the hot thermal currents. Sometimes, when she had been younger, Serenta had wondered how it would feel to fly like a bird, but now she was almost an adult she knew how silly that idea was. She glanced down at the wicker basket she was carrying. A few juicy red glasnoberries rolled around at the bottom, but only a handful. She knew she should have had a full basket by now. Laylora provides, she thought to herself with a smile, but we still have to do our bit. She started back into the forest to find the others. Her brother, Purin, and his friend Aerack were digging a new killing pit – the animal traps the Tribe of the Three Valleys used to catch wild pigs. Serenta was meant to be helping them by weaving a cover for the pit from vines and leaves, but she’d got bored and had decided to go and find them something to eat instead. 1 As she walked back through the trees she could feel herself tensing up. The forest was quite dense here and the thick canopy of leaves cast deep shadows. Despite the afternoon heat she started to shiver. Something was wrong, she could feel it in her bones; a tangible air of dread. For the first time in her life, Serenta found herself frightened by the forest that she knew so well. As she approached the place where the boys had been working it seemed to get even darker. She could hear something moving ahead of her, but it wasn’t the sound of digging or voices. If anything it sounded like an animal. Was it a boar? Had one stumbled into the killing pit before it was finished? And, if it had, were Purin and Aerack all right? Serenta called their names nervously as she got nearer, unable to hide the alarm in her voice. There was no answer. She stopped in her tracks. Something was moving towards her, something large, and it wasn’t her brother or Aerack; it was something much more frightening. Serenta turned and ran, scarcely able to believe her eyes. It couldn’t be. It was impossible. She must have imagined it. But there was no doubting the crashing sounds made by the thing that was now chasing her through the trees. She glanced back over her shoulder and got another fleeting impression of the creature behind her. This was no wild boar; it was a biped like herself, but much larger, hairy and bestial-looking. Vicious sharp talons at the end of each arm were slicing through the forest like machetes, cutting a direct path through the trees and bushes. She ran on blindly, fear driving her forward. Her heart felt as if it would burst through her chest at any moment. The undergrowth was ripping at her legs, leaving a mess of bloody scratches, but she didn’t let this slow her down. She was nearly back at the beach now, but there was no let-up in the sounds of pursuit. As her feet began to run on sand rather than earth, she risked another look over her shoulder and paid a terrible price – her foot caught on a piece of driftwood and suddenly she was flying through the air. She landed heavily on the beach in a cloud of soft sand. Coughing, she rolled over on to her back and found herself in the shadow of the 2 beast. Staring up at it, she realised that she had been right. All her life Serenta had heard stories of the mythical monsters that were said to appear when her planet was in danger, but she’d always thought they were just tales to scare children. Yet now one of these legendary protectors of Laylora was right here – looming over her and blocking out Saxik’s light. Her last thought, as the beast knocked her unconscious, was that nothing would ever be the same again. The Witiku had risen! 3 ‘Mercury in the side pocket,’ announced the Doctor with confidence. Rose just laughed. ‘You can’t – you can’t get near Mercury without going through Jupiter.’ The Doctor grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at her before approaching the snooker table to take his shot. Holding the cue behind his back – in his best showman style – he took careful aim. Thwack! The cue slid forward and kissed the cue ball, which shot off in the opposite direction, flying away from the ball the Doctor had called. As Rose watched, open-mouthed, the white ball bounced off one cushion, then another, before heading directly towards the brown ‘Mercury’ ball. It completely missed the yellow ball that represented Jupiter. After a display like that, Rose wasn’t surprised when the Mercury ball responded by rolling, ever so gently, into the side pocket that the Doctor had nominated. ‘Right – just the Earth, then, and you’ll have to concede,’ said the Doctor, smiling, and took aim again. The blue-green ball representing Earth was actually a perfect model 5 of the planet. Rose had held it up to the light and seen all the landmasses marked in miniature. ‘If I just hit it round about California. ’ The Doctor leaned over the table and lined up his shot. Click! The Earth ball went spinning into the pocket. ‘Game over! I thought you were meant to be good at this?’ ‘I am,’ retorted Rose, annoyed. ‘But where I come from we play snooker with reds and colours, not planets.’ The Doctor grinned his most enthusiastic grin and Rose found it difficult to be cross about losing. They were waiting for the TARDIS navigational systems to reset themselves after a wild and exciting comet chase and, to pass the time, the Doctor had produced this fold-out snooker set from somewhere. ‘Picked this up in the far future,’ he had explained, as he placed the small-suitcase-sized box on the floor in the console room. ‘Retrogaming was really big in the fifty-eighth century.’ And Rose had watched, amazed, as the Doctor had opened the case, which, impossibly, unfolded itself to become the entire snooker table, the balls and the cues. ‘How does it all fit in that little box?’ she had asked. The Doctor had just winked at her. ‘Hard light compression,’ was his baffling reply. ‘You what?’ ‘You really don’t want to know.’ Rose moved to reset the planets on the table. ‘Best of three?’ The Doctor shook his head. ‘That’s enough rest and relaxation, I reckon.’ He flicked a switch on the table and the entire thing folded back in on itself, returning to its suitcase form. ‘Why? Are we there yet?’ Rose was deliberately whining, like a back-seat child, while grinning at the same time. ‘The TARDIS should have had time to recalibrate by now,’ the Doctor answered in all seriousness. ‘So with a bit of luck we’ll be landing soon.’ With a sudden burst of energy he was already at the central control 6 console, checking the various readouts and fiddling with switches and levers. ‘Where are we going, then?’ Rose asked. ‘I don’t know actually,’ the Doctor confessed. ‘I hooked up your MP3 player to the TARDIS controls and hit Shuffle. We’re either going to find ourselves at a totally random destination. ’ ‘Or?’ ‘Or we end up inside Franz Ferdinand!’ The Doctor grinned to show he was joking. ‘Let’s find out. ’ And he yanked one of the large levers down, sending the TARDIS towards its next port of call. It had been a long night for the Tribe of the Three Valleys, and it looked set to be a long morning too. For hours after the three youths had failed to appear for the evening meal search parties had scoured the forest, looking for them, but eventually it had become too dark and the search had had to be abandoned. Mother Jaelette washed her face in the stream at the edge of the village and wondered what more they could do. In the hours since dawn they had searched again, but there was still no sign of Aereck, Purin or Serenta. Brother Hugan had taken off for the ancient temple to ask the benevolent living planet to return their lost children, but Jaelette preferred to put her hope in more practical means. Right now it was important that life went on as usual. Panicking was not going to help. Wherever the three teenagers had got to, there had to be a rational explanation for their disappearance. Perhaps something had surprised them at the killing pit and they had escaped into the inland mountains to hide? Jaelette shook her head, causing her pitchblack ponytail to whip her neck.
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