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Mud, barbed wire, the smell of death...

The year was 1917 and the TARDIS had materialised on the Western Front during the First World War.

Or had it? For very soon the Doctor found himself pursued by the soldiers of

Ancient Rome; and then he and his

companions were reliving the American Civil War of 1863. And was this really Earth, or just a mock-up created by the War Lords?

As Doctor Who solves the mystery, he has to admit he is faced with an evil of such magnitude that he cannot combat it on his own—he has to call for the help of his own people, the Time Lords.

So, for the first time, it is revealed who is Doctor Who—a maverick Time Lord

who ‘borrowed’ the TARDIS without

permission. By appealing to the Time Lords he gives away his position in Time and Space. Thus comes about the Trial of Doctor Who . . .

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TV tie-in ISBN 0 426 20082 9

DOCTOR WHO

AND THE

WAR GAMES

Based on the BBC television serial by Malcolm Hulke and Terrance Dicks by arrangement with the British Broadcasting Corporation

MALCOLM HULKE

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 & WyndhamCompany

44 Hill Street, London W1X 8LB

Novelisation copyright © Malcolm Hulke 1979

Original script copyright © Malcolm Hulke and Terrance Dicks 1969

‘Doctor Who’ series copyright © British Broadcasting Corporation 1969, 1979

Printed and bound in Great Britain by

Cox & Wyman Ltd, Reading

ISBN 0 426 20082 9

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 Sentence of Death

2 Escape

3 The Time Mist

4 Back to the Château

5 The War Room

6 The Process

7 The Security Chief

8 Battle for the Château

9 The Trap

10 Fall of the War Chief

11 Trial of Doctor Who

‘It is our destiny to rule. We have the superior intelligence, energy and determination to bring a New Order to all galaxies within the Universe. For this glorious crusade we shall need an army of ferocious fighting men. These soldiers we shall recruit from the most war-like planet known to us—Earth. And, having made our recruitment in large numbers, we shall ruthlessly discard all those of inferior quality. This process of elimination, in which all those who fail shall die, will be called the War Games.’

Chief War Lord

1

Sentence of Death

‘What a sad, terrible place.’

Jamie, his kilt ruffled by a light breeze, surveyed a landscape of undulating mud. The utter desolation was broken only by occasional stubs of trees, dead and lifeless.

He sniffed at the breeze.

‘And what’s that awful smell?’

Behind him stood the TARDIS, the Doctor’s Time and Space machine which from the outside looked exactly like an old-fashioned blue police box. After their last adventure the Doctor had promised to try and return Jamie to his own homeland and time—Scotland in 1745, where Jamie had been fighting English redcoats in the Second Jacobite Rebellion before he had met the Doctor.

Jamie turned to the Doctor. ‘This looks nothing like my country. Are we even on Earth?’

The Doctor was locking the door of the TARDIS. ‘I think so, Jamie. The question is, when?’

Zoe, the Doctor’s other companion and an astrophysicist from a time in the distant future, had already walked some distance from the TARDIS to explore their surroundings. She called from a rise in the ground,

‘Doctor! There’s something down here.’ She went down the other side, out of sight.

The Doctor and Jamie followed her, squelching through the mud. They found Zoe staring at a tangle of rusted wire.

‘It’s not much but it’s

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