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Oh, what's happened?
Where am I?
Spend it. Spend it!
Doctor, you've done it! How marvelous!
What next?
Well, I think we shall get our friend to take us out of here.
Go outside. Keep your eyes open.
Okay.
I thought we'd have seen more of these creatures, Doctor.
It appears they've gone to the plateau.
Well, there's one good thing. At least that spearhead will make it easier for us to get out of here.
Now, don't count your chickens, child.
There's quite a lot ahead of us now. Go on, cautiously.
It's beautiful, Prebilus.
Oh, it's absolutely beautiful.
It must be a temple of light.
The ancient song-spinners of our race sang of their beauty, but I thought they could never be found again.
There are others.
So the legends say.
Sewn into the craters and plateaus of Vortis, being slowly unwoven by the silence of time, and their entrances long forgotten by our species.
But our gods have not forgotten us, Amara. This was indeed deliverance.
There is no sound. The Zabi have gone. If one of us must explore...
No, not yet. They will leave guards.
What are you?
Spearhead leader, Helium.
Code words?
Electron.
Electron.
Electron.
Code words? Electron.
Prebilus, I brought him.
Helium, how?
There was a tunnel on the lower ledge where you left me.
What... what happened on the plateau?
The spearhead has failed.
No. The spearhead must succeed.
Which is the way back to the plateau? I will recall my force.
What force? From what I saw of the battle, your spearhead was completely wiped out.
Who is this creature? Our ally?
I do not trust her.
You have no choice.
Prosta, Prebilius, what shall we do?
Is it true? Are they all dead?
Dead or prisoners by now?
Then our main force cannot know where to land.
They too will be massacred. The Monoptera will be no more.
Helium, the Monoptera have no wisdom for war.
Before the animals came, the flower forest covered the planet in a cocoon of peace.
Our ancestors carved temples like this for resting places of our dead.
But that was all the work we did. There were no other plans to make.
Light was our God and we existed in light, flying above thought.
Our banishment has taught us of enemies and weapons, and my captivity has taught me strategy.
They tore my wings from me and I felt, as you feel, that all was lost.
But if our gods favor our survival, we must learn their lesson and use our brains and not our wings.
This Earth woman we must trust, for she can show us how to exist without wings, to survive and flourish.
What should we do?
Well, what would have happened if the spearhead had been successful?
Had we met with no resistance, we were to proceed to the center of the web and destroy the animals.
How?
With this. Our wise men designed it for use against the intelligence.
A living cell destructor?
Yes. The web and the living thing behind it grows and spreads its evil around Vortis.
This destructor would have reversed the process, made the cells grow in roots and die.
The electron guns failed to work against the Zabi. Would this have failed too?
There's only one way to find out.
Attack the animus. Can we reach it?
It cannot work now. We are too few.
The only alternative is to stay here, perhaps for years.
Both ways may mean our death, but hope lies in action.
Then it's decided. We attack.
The Optera have promised to help. Heron, can we trust them?
We have no choice.
They have strength down here. Their fears at the surface may grow too strong.
It's better than being thrown into the fire.
These tunnels breathe heat, and in the center grows the root of evil, Toadarak.
Root?
The animus.
Take us there.
Nemini will lead.
Keep close to me.
Come.
Hey.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Hello, my dear. So far, so good?
Doctor, how are we going to find the Mamutra? They could be anywhere on this planet.
Yes, the Zabi's left here to go to the spearhead.
It is just the fire.
Yes, with luck we can follow their tracks.
Yes, look.
Let's get moving.
You may not believe it, but you really ended up with lost property.
And the same to you.
Bless you, child.
I'm getting quite fond of Zombo.
What?
Zombo, it's his name. I gave it to him.
Oh, I see. I see.
He's quite cute, isn't he, when he's like that?
Well, I haven't noticed it before, my dear, but since you mention it, I don't think so.
I've told you before not to judge by appearances.
I'll buy you a collar for him at the next stop.
But just you remember, child, if we lose him, there's about 200 or more ahead of us just like that.
Now, come along, come along.
Break the teeth of stone.
Oh, yes, terrible.
Yes, they are more used to it than we are, Herrer.
The tunnel breathes vapor.
Not here. There.
The wall is not friendly. We must break it.
What's wrong?
A silent wall. We must make mouths in it with our weapons.
Then it will speak more light.
Dig, you mean. Will it stand it?
We try.
More.
Now we have to go on.
Make mouth of light.
Herrer, I cannot breathe.
I am desperate.
The fall.
Breathe.
Many more gas.
Breathe.
Dig, dig, dig.
The best idea is still that we create a mock attack here in the south in order to draw off the zarbi.
Then while this is happening, one of us tries to get into the center from the north.
It will fail.
Even if it drew most of the zarbi, it would require just one larvae gun to stop the real attack.
Then what is your idea?
I could fly over the carzinome and try and cut my way in from above.
No, the carzinome is strong and vigorous.
It would heal itself before you could cut your way through.
Then we are left with the mock attack.
It isn't perfect, I know, but it's all we have.
Very well.
I will go in alone from the north.
No, I will go.
Quiet.
There's someone outside.
Lock the doors.
Too late.
If it's zarbi, the doors will not open.
No.
Do not attack.
It's quite harmless.
My dear Barbara, where is Chesterton?
Better?
It's clearing.
The vapor sleeps at our feet.
Move slowly.
Nemi-ni.
Soon the mouths will appear.
The pores are thin.
The liquid leak from above.
Yes, it pools.
Get away.
No, no.
She must block the mouth or we will die.
It is danger that is always with us.
It is well.
Try down there.
They have broken the wall.
The most detailed report.
Yes, it's interesting.
Will it work, doctor?
Oh, I don't see why not, my dear.
What is in the center of the web?
Do you know?
No.
No one knows.
An alien from the darkness of space, but the shape inside the cocoon.
But if it arrived here from another planet, surely someone must have seen it.
Our legends of it only begin when it was already thinking itself into the crannies of Vortis
and the mines of the Zabi, spreading its web.
Where does it draw its power from?
Is there power in the magnetic pole of the planet?
That is where the web has its center.
Yes, the magnetic pole.
I see.
I see.
You mean it draws and uses the power from the planet Vortis.
Yes, doctor.
Their theory would explain the new moons that have appeared in the sky.
They too are drawn here by this power.
I wonder why I didn't realize that before.
The same force drew and holds the TARDIS here.
Yes, of course.
It's remarkable.
Most interesting.
Doctor, do you intend to go ahead with the plan?
The plan?
The plan, yes.
Yes, my dear, yes.
Yes, but with a slight difference.
How different?
Hmm?
Yes, I think we'll go ahead with the mock attack as planned.
That will be your responsibility, my dear.
A time we shall agree to.
Yes, doctor.
And this...
That...
I shall take along with me.
The girl and I will return to the Zabi headquarters.
Here.
Our wise men have put all their skill into this one isotope.
I cannot yield it to a stranger.
Wait.
Can you take the isotope past the Zabi guards in safety?
Of course.
I don't see why not.
Happiness.
Helio, he is the first friend of the Minotra ever to leave the Carcino.
We must trust the doctor.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I have great admiration for your wise men and their judgment.
Now, my dear, is everything quite clear?
Yes, doctor.
You will return to headquarters.
Once you're safely there, we start the attack to draw out the Zabi, while you make for the center.
Precisely. Come, child.
Doctor, have we got to...
Oh, no, no, no. Cheer up, cheer up.
I don't particularly want to go back there myself.
It's all right. I suppose we do have the best chance.
Anyway, the TARDIS is still there.
Doctor.
Yes, what is it? What do you want?
Excuse me.
Well, what do you want?
I wondered if we could borrow this creature.
I think he would be very useful in our attack.
Oh, you think so, do you?
I have made a study of the Zabi. I think I could make use of him.
You do? Better than I?
Please, I have no wish to offend, but you don't know the Zabi as I do.
To control him, you will have to use my ring.
And that is of untold value.
And what of the value of our isotope?
Is anything wrong?
No, no, my dear, no.
You are small, my dear.
A friend here suggested that the creature goes along with your party.
And I was thanking the doctor for his faith in our isotope.
That's a very good idea, doctor.
Here, take it.
May I know its secret?
You may not. Use it and return it.
Forgive me.
On your life, return it.
I think you better take this, my child.
He will probably be less conspicuous with you.
Come on.
Doctor!
Leave it to me, child, leave it to me.
The Quadare is above us now.
Heron, what should we do?
We go up.
Barbara, ready for you to give the word.
We'll wait.
Make sure the doctor has got to the control section.
Oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh.