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be a lot of clearing up to do, in more ways than one,’ he
said. ‘We’ll need all the help we can get.’
Willow took his proffered hand and shook it willingly.
‘And with no recriminations?’ he asked.
‘None,’ Wolsey said. ‘Not on my part.’
‘Nor mine,’ Jane Hampden added, and shook hands
too.
The Doctor, well pleased with developments, rubbed his
hands with satisfaction. ‘Well, that seems to be it,’ he said.
‘We’ll drop you all off and then we can be on our way.’
‘Er...’ Turlough dropped his head to one side and
indicated the quiet Will again. ‘What about our friend
here?’
‘Ah, yes,’ the Doctor nodded. ‘Well, him too. 1613 isn’t
all that far away.’
Will’s mouth dropped open. Hope sprang back into his
heart.
But Tegan had something to say before the Doctor
started his jaunts through time and space again. ‘Aren’t
you forgetting something?’ she asked him.
The Doctor stared at her, unable to think what it could
be and unwilling, for the time being, to make the effort.
He’d just begun to relax. ‘Probably,’ he admitted. ‘It isn’t
unusual. I’ve had a very hard day.’
‘We came here – correction, I came here to visit my
grandfather,’ Tegan reminded him. ‘It would he nice to
spend a little time with him.’
Turlough spoke up immediately in her support. ‘I must
admit that I wouldn’t mind staying for a while.’
Jane smiled at the dumbfounded Doctor. ‘You’re
outnumbered, seven to one,’ she laughed.
The Doctor stared at them, lined up in opposition to his
plan. ‘I’m being bullied, coerced, forced against my will,’
he complained. ‘I’ve had enough for one day.’
Verney grinned. ‘Even if you have, agree, man,’ he
pleaded.
‘Oh, all right,’ the Doctor gave in. ‘But just for a little
while. We’ve a great deal to do.’
‘Good.’ Now it was Turlough’s turn to rub his hands
with satisfaction. ‘I quite miss that brown liquid they drink
here.’
Will Chandler’s eyes widened in a second bout of
optimism. Things really were looking up. ‘Ale?’ he asked
hopefully.
‘No,’ Turlough smiled. ‘Tea.’
Will frowned. ‘What be tea?’
‘A noxious infusion of oriental leaves, containing a high
percentage of toxic acid,’ the Doctor explained.
Will turned up his nose and looked at Tegan. ‘Sounds
an evil brew, don’t it?’ he grimaced.
‘True,’ the Doctor said. Then he smiled and added;
‘Personally, I rather like it.’
And with that he flicked the last switch which would
bring the TARDIS and its passengers back to the village of
Little Holcombe, and a holiday deep in the peaceful
English countryside, where nothing out of the ordinary
ever happens.
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