Doctor Who and the Planet of the Spiders

In the heart of the mountain itself, Sarah twisted restlessly in
her cocoon. She had long lost count of the time she had spent in
the Spiders’ larder, but it seemed ages and ages! ‘Maybe they’re
well stocked up,’ she thought hopefully. Every now and again
she had a burst of frantic struggling, but her sticky clinging
bonds were immovable. Old Sabor looked on sadly. ‘It is no use,
my child. Even your young muscles are not strong enough. Try
to rest.’
‘Rest? How can you be so calm?’
‘One is only frightened when there is still hope. We nave
none.’
Not the most inspiring of companions, thought Sarah to
herself. After a moment she said, ‘Was Lupton – the other man
from Earth – telling the truth? Will they really – eat us?’
Sabor nodded. ‘Usually they eat the sheep we breed for
them. Otherwise they would be devouring their own servants.
But they prefer human flesh – when they have an excuse.’
Sarah shuddered. She renewed her struggles. ‘We’ve got to
get away.’
Sabor hung passively in his cocoon.
‘I tell you there is no hope.’
‘There’s always hope,’ said Sarah fiercely. ‘Maybe the Doctor
will come and rescue us.’
‘Accept it, my child,’ said Sabor. ‘We are already dead.’
The Doctor followed the tunnel even deeper into the mountain.
It was partially blocked with rubble that he had to climb over,
and around. He guessed that it was more or less disused. Then
the tunnel ran into another one, broader and lit with flaring
torches. The Doctor could see blue crystals, which were inset in
the walls. He had reached the heart of the mountain, where the
Spiders lived – and their guards. From now on his journey
would be ever more dangerous, but he had to go on. The Doctor