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...' A dual power struggled for supremacy of her consciousness. 'The control shall be resisted,' the unknown voice uttered again. 'There is so little time. You must resist...'
     
    'Veraam, veraam, xarak namaan!' screamed Kalid inside the Citadel.
     
    'Look!' shouted Tegan. 'It's happening again!'
     
    They all looked up. The Plasmaton cloud had formed in the sky above them. It hovered for a moment, a whirling tongue of white fire, over Nyssa, then slowly descended and swaddled her. She stared out helplessly from the blubbery cage.
     
    'A bioplasmic shield,' observed the Doctor. 'Somebody wanted to stop her talking,' he added more ominously.
     
    'We've got to get away from here,' muttered Hayter, noting that the enemy had more than psychological weapons at its disposal.
     
    'We've got to get Nyssa out of there,' said Stapley. But for all his bravery there was nothing he could to to prise the bonded matter apart.
     
    'I'm afraid we don't have the right kind of energy,' said the Doctor.
     
    'We can't just leave her!'
     
    'We must find the source of the power.' The Doctor looked towards the Citadel.
     
    'You go on, Doctor. I'll stay with Nyssa,' urged Stapley.
     
     
    Tegan, however, knew that the Captain was far more useful helping the Doctor track down the TARDIS. 'I'll stay with Nyssa,' she insisted.
     
    Hayter was near panic with all this talk going on. 'Continuing to the Citadel is madness!' he cried.
     
    'If we don't get the TARDIS back, we'll be trapped here for ever!' Tegan gave the Professor short shrift for his lack of spirit.
     
    The Doctor agreed with Tegan. 'If Nyssa gets free you are both to go back to the Concorde.'
     
    'You bet!'
     
    'Come on, Captain, Professor.'
     
    Professor Hayter couldn't believe such stupidity. 'Don't you realise the effect will only get worse as we near the centre of the radiation!'
     
    Stapley looked at the Professor in disgust.
     
    The Doctor expressed the Captain's feelings precisely. 'Is that a reason for abandoning your fellow passengers!'
     
    There was no sign of any activity as they neared the Citadel.
     
    While they walked, Captain Stapely thought about what had just happened to Nyssa. He turned to the Doctor. 'If the intelligence was trying to communicate with us, who was trying to stop it?'
     
    That was just what the Doctor was wondering. 'Something with the same resource of psychokinetic energy,' he suggested.
     
     
    'Another intelligence?'
     
    The Doctor nodded. Captain Stapley could well be right.
     

6
The Doctor and the Magician
     
    'Shamorsherah ... shamorsherom ...'
     
    Though the Doctor and his companions had met with no opposition as they entered the Citadel, Kalid, who saw all things, could observe their approach in the miasmic images that formed and re-formed in the crystal sphere. His face twisted in a horrid smile. Soon they would all be in his power.
     
    The Citadel was a cold, unfriendly place. The dark stone corridors were like tunnels excavated from the bedrock. They crossed and twisted alarmingly. It was as well that Professor Hayter had such an excellent sense of direction.
     
    They advanced deeper and deeper into the Citadel; there was still no sign of anybody.
     
    'The place is deserted,' whispered Captain Stapley.
     
    'Don't you believe it,' answered the Professor. 'Those guards appear from nowhere.'
     
    'Those guards, as you call them,' said the Doctor, 'are fully occupied looking after Nyssa.'
     
     
    Neither Professor Hayter nor Captain Stapley had any idea what he was talking about.
     
    The Doctor tried to explain. 'Those creatures you saw were particles of protoplasm bonded by psychic energy. The essential protoplasm can take any form.'
     
    'Such as the shield round Nyssa.' Captain Stapley now saw exactly what the Doctor meant.
     
    'Yes. But I suspect that the power and the raw material is limited. So as long as Nyssa is protected ...'
     
    'No Plasmatons!' said Stapley, jumping to the same conclusion as the