Doctor Who_ Battlefield - Marc Platt [45]
How many men she has, their weaponry.’
‘Purely for our own defence,’ said Lethbridge-Stewart.
Ancelyn’s noble face assumed an expression of deepest concern. ‘My lady, is this honourable? Must I betray the very men I have served with?’
‘Excuse me, gentlemen,’ said Bambera. She took Ancelyn’s arm and drew him as far aside as the Command Vehicle would allow, which was hardly aside at all.
Everyone heard.
‘What are you playing at, Ancelyn? You’re not a one-man army. And we’re not playing knights in armour.’
‘Then hear me out, lady.’
‘Call me "my lady" again and I’ll break your nose!’
Ancelyn turned from her, smiled bravely and addressed the group as one. ‘I came to Avallion, your world, to answer Merlin’s summons. If you are his followers then I shall add my strength to yours, but I cannot betray my brothers-in-arms.’
‘You seem prepared to fight them,’ said Lethbridge-Stewart.
‘Aye. With all my heart.’
‘Then why won’t you tell us?’ exploded Bambera. ‘It’s all right to use the information for yourself, is it?’ Her irritation was already well stoked, but she turned and found a new coal to add to the fire: the Doctor was staring intently into his empty cup and smiling to himself.
To her astonishment, and perhaps his, the next voice to speak belonged to Dr Peter Warmsly.
‘For Ancelyn, the fight is honourable. To betray even an old ally would be unthinkable. His whole training as a knight is embodied in that code. It’s all formal etiquette, you see. Glorious stuff.’
‘Thank you, Peter,’ said the Doctor quietly.
‘The Doctor speaks the truth,’ said Ancelyn. ‘And Merlin understands also.’
‘Ah,’ said the Doctor. ‘That’s something we should have a little chat about.’
But Ancelyn was already brimming with optimism. ‘Be assured my friends, Merlin and Arthur will lead us to victory. For I can tell you that Morgaine’s power of magic wanes like the moon in this place. This is alien ground for her. It was always so away from the world.’
‘So she won’t attack,’ said Bambera. ‘She’ll be cautious.’
‘She seemed fairly belligerent when I came across her,’
said Lethbridge-Stewart.
‘That was always her way,’ agreed Ancelyn. ‘But caution is her watchword. She will not raise arms until she knows how it lies with her enemy and their weaknesses. She talks of honour, but her true way is treachery.’
‘Good,’ said Lethbridge-Stewart. ‘Then it won’t take many men to deal with her. Now what I suggest, Bambera, is this.’
‘Brigadiers... both of you!’ The Doctor was tapping his fingers against his knee in annoyance. His little chats always seemed to turn into full-blown war councils.
‘Morgaine is a powerful adept in occult science and sorcery. She may even have power above that of an Ipsissimus.’
Ancelyn grinned again. ‘Only you, Merlin, match her in the strategy of magic.’
‘Really, Doctor?’ said Lethbridge-Stewart. ‘I thought you once told me there was no such thing.’
The Doctor looked flustered. ‘Yes, yes. That’s as may be. There’s magic and there’s "magic". And before you ask, Brigadier, an Ipissimus is the highest grade in power a magician, a human magician, has ever attained... so far. It makes any Magisters you may have come across look like hocus-pocus fairground performers.’
‘Thank you, Doctor,’ said Lethbridge-Stewart wearily.
‘You’re not up against a rabble of medieval vassals,’ the Doctor went on. ‘Morgaine’s people have the technology to jump between universes amd grow living spaceships. More than that, I guess she can summon up powers you can’t defeat with a bazooka.’
Ancelyn nudged Bambera and whispered gleefully, ‘He knows all this already. It’s his way to tease.’
For a moment, Bambera smiled. She looked at the Doctor with growing respect. ‘But there’s no way she can know our forces or strategy.’
‘Oh yes, my lady,’ said Ancelyn. ‘She has her ways to make a tongue prattle.’
‘But how will she know?’ mocked Bambera. ‘What does she have? A surveillance network of medieval satellites?
All my men are accounted for. No one’s going to talk.’
Lethbridge-Stewart gave a sudden heavy sigh. As the others turned