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Sabor old chap... I do wish you’d be quiet. What I’m trying to<br />
do... requires <strong>the</strong> utmost concentration.’<br />
‘What are you trying to do?’<br />
‘Little trick I learned from an old friend <strong>of</strong> mine... feller<br />
named... what was it... Hopkins... no... Hea<strong>the</strong>rington... no, that<br />
wasn’t it. Got it! Houdini, Harry Houdini!’<br />
To his amazement, Sabor saw that <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s head <strong>and</strong><br />
shoulders were beginning to emerge from <strong>the</strong> mouth <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
cocoon. Like a python changing its skin, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> wriggled<br />
out, fur<strong>the</strong>r <strong>and</strong> fur<strong>the</strong>r, until at last he was free. He struggled<br />
out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cocoon <strong>and</strong> got to his feet, stretching <strong>and</strong> trying to<br />
massage his muscles into some kind <strong>of</strong> life. He crossed to Sabor<br />
<strong>and</strong> tried to free him too, but <strong>the</strong> task was hopeless.<br />
‘It’s no good, Sabor, I shall have to leave you. As soon as I<br />
can, I’ll come back with one <strong>of</strong> those knives <strong>and</strong> set you free. Oh,<br />
<strong>and</strong> if you hear <strong>the</strong> sound <strong>of</strong> fighting, give a jolly good yell. Your<br />
son Arak <strong>and</strong> his merry men should be here soon.’ With a cheery<br />
wave, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> slipped out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> chamber.<br />
In ano<strong>the</strong>r part <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> mountain, Sarah waited fearfully. She<br />
was in a small, richly decorated chamber. Physically, she was in<br />
better condition than she had been for some time. Silent women,<br />
obviously slaves <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Spiders</strong>, had massaged her cramped limbs<br />
back to life. They had brought her wine <strong>and</strong> fruit, <strong>and</strong> more<br />
import-ant still, water <strong>and</strong> towels so that she could wash <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong><br />
grime <strong>of</strong> imprisonment. Then <strong>the</strong>y had disappeared silently,<br />
leaving her waiting. But waiting for what? Sarah hoped that it<br />
hadn’t all been a Spider’s version <strong>of</strong> fattening up food <strong>and</strong><br />
dressing it for <strong>the</strong> table...<br />
Suddenly, a huge Spider appeared in <strong>the</strong> doorway. She<br />
scuttled across <strong>the</strong> floor <strong>and</strong> leaped on to a jewelled cushion.<br />
Sarah cowered away.<br />
The Spider spoke, in her high clear voice. ‘You have no<br />
reason to fear me. I am <strong>the</strong> Queen. I am going to help you.’