Doctor Who: The Wounded Earth - The History of the Doctor

Chris McKeon
DOCTOR WHO: THE WOUNDED EARTH
his hand with a beaming smile of innocent friendliness. ‘Hello there, I’m the Doctor. Nice to
meet you.’
Baron Magnus Major Macsen stood before the Doctor; his eyes fell upon the Time
Lord’s outstretched hand while the Doctor’s eyes examined the Baron himself. Even at first
glance, Macsen radiated a robust image. Although he was a man of relatively short stature, he
nevertheless conveyed a commanding figure with his ram-rod straight posture and a poise
which was incredibly stiff, as if he were forcing his spine to maintain total and unwavering
rectitude. The Baron’s face, a lean, strong-jawed countenance, possessed a healthy, olivehued
complexion, complimented a pair of sea-green eyes, a dignified patrician nose, and a
full proud mouth, surrounded by a carefully trimmed black Van Dyke beard matching a full
head of thick, waving black hair.
To complete his sanguine image, Macsen wore a smart, three-piece black Armani suit
with a crisp, white collared, cuff-linked shirt, and a boldly-knotted silver tie. Hanging around
his shoulders and held fast by a small iron chain resting between his collar bones was a thick,
full-length black cloak, which dropped magnificently towards the ground to surround its
wearer’s polished to mirror-reflective black Arthur Beren shoes. In short, Baron Macsen was
the picture a man in the prime of his life, and loving every moment of it. Only one detail
seemed to betray his contented outlook: His hands, covered in black velvet gloves, were
constantly clenching and unclenching, as if the movement itself were some sort of
involuntary outlet controlling a strong, inner discomfort. Or distress.
Whether or not the Baron were concealing any inner discontent, he concealed it well
with a wide, charming smile as he reached out and placed his hand in the Doctor’s own and
said,
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