Doctor Who and the Planet of the Spiders

listen to these traitors, until she is captured. Then it will be time
to discuss rewards.’
A fierce hum of assent went up from the Council. The
guards began once more to close in on Lupton. He decided to
try a final piece of boldness.
‘Then permit me to help you, O Queen. I know the girl you
speak of. I met her on Earth.’ He gestured to the guards around
him. ‘Give me the assistance of these gentlemen, and I’ll capture
her for you myself.’
Sarah crouched over the sleeping Doctor, alert for every flicker
of his eyelids. From time to time, she sponged his brow with
fresh water from a stone jug. Behind her, Arak and his brother
were arguing fiercely. Sarah was dimly aware that the younger
and more hot-headed Tuar was urging open revolt, while Arak
insisted that this would be mere suicide. They must wait for
some better opportunity – though what opportunity he could
not say. They needed help.
‘No one can help us,’ said Tuar fiercely. ‘We must save
ourselves.’
Sarah looked up. ‘The Doctor could help you, if he was well
again. I’m sure he could.’
As if in response to his name, the Doctor stirred. ‘Sarah,’ he
muttered, ‘Sarah?’
She leaned closer to him. ‘I’m here, Doctor.’ His eyes
flickered open and fixed on hers. He seemed to be struggling to
tell her something of immense importance. ‘Machine!’ he said
indistinctly. ‘Need machine – cure me.’
‘What machine, Doctor? Tell me where it is.’
‘Machine in TARDIS – in old leather bag... left hand
locker...’ The Doctor’s voice tailed away, and his head fell back.
Sarah found the TARDIS key on its thong round his neck and
gently lifted it over his head.