Doctor Who and the Planet of the Spiders

During a hot, bumpy and very uncomfortable journey,
Sarah could only discover that her unseen captor was thin and
wiry – but very strong. He quelled with ease her attempts to
struggle, and carried her what seemed a very long way with no
sign of tiredness.
At last she was dumped down abruptly, on a very hard
surface. The cloak was whipped from her head, and she blinked
in the sudden light. She was in a roughly cobbled village square,
surrounded by one-storey log buildings.
Around her stood a little group of people in rough working
clothes. They looked like Middle Ages peasants, with a few exotic
touches. An argument was raging over her head.
‘I tell you she’s a spy,’ someone was saying. ‘I found her
hiding in the rocks.’ He was a tall, fierce-looking youth –
obviously the one who had captured her.
One of the women said angrily, ‘Then why bring her here
and endanger us all, Tuar? You should have killed her where
you found her.’
Tuar nodded. ‘You’re right. But it’s easily remedied.’ He
pulled out a knife and started towards Sarah.
She screamed, scrambled to her feet, and tried to run – but
she was hemmed in. ‘I’m not a spy,’ she babbled. ‘I don’t know
who you are or anything about you.’
‘You lie,’ said Tuar, reaching out for her again.
Sarah backed away. ‘Who am I supposed to be spying for –
the spiders?’
A gasp of horror issued from the little group. ‘You see,’ said
Tuar, ‘she is a spy. Who but one of the eight-legs’ creatures
would dare use the forbidden word?’
Hands grabbed Sarah and held her helpless, as Tuar
approached with his knife. A voice said ‘Stop!’ A tall handsome
man in his thirties had come out of one of the houses, and was
striding towards them. Sarah could see by the way people fell