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     waterwheels were still turning on and on, and now the Doctor
     knew they had some hideous purpose of the Master’s making, but
     there was no time to stop and investigate. In the distance the
     lights of Odin’s village twinkled, and he pressed on.
    As he came towards the hilltop
     where the temple stood, he stumbled over something. He looked
     down. More of that heavy electrical cabling, snaking its way
     through the trees, and though time was against him he followed
     it.
    It wasn’t long before he saw
     where it was going. It headed into a small tunnel cut into the
     hillside, right underneath the side of the temple.
    He crawled in and, although it
     should have been totally dark, light came to him. Hand over hand
     he edged further along the cable and down the tunnel until,
     suddenly, it opened up into a small man-made cave. At its centre
     sat another blank metal box, like the one in the wheelhouse, but
     this one pulsed with lights set in its side, and it seemed to
     throb from the power within.
    Jo had managed to slice through
     her bonds easily, remarking that Viking table knives were more
     like lethal weapons than cutlery.
    The night was still and the
     village strangely quiet, although she could hear the sounds of
     people in various houses as she passed by. She knew where she
     was going. Since the chameleon circuit of the Doctor’s TARDIS
     was still broken, his ship had to be in a building large enough
     to house a 1963 police box, and there was only one of those: the
     hall in which she’d met Njord earlier.
    She crept towards it and saw that
     it was in darkness. She found a door and slipped inside, finding
     that the central hall was in fact surrounded by corridors and
     galleries. She began to make her way along the first of these,
     looking for the familiar shape of the TARDIS.
    She turned one corner, and
     another, but found nothing, and then came to a room where a
     little of the weak moonlight spilled down from a glassless
     window set high in the wall.
    The light showed her something
     very beautiful – a large wooden model of a Viking longship,
     almost as long as she was tall. It was open-decked, low and
     sleek, and very finely detailed, and despite herself she found
     herself staring at it as if it had some magical attraction that
     pulled her in.
    She reached out a hand to stroke
     the carved dragon’s head that served as the prow, and saw there
     was even more detail inside the model: the benches on which the
     oarsmen would sit, the tiller that controlled the rudder. She
     couldn’t resist the temptation to touch the tiller, and as she
     did so she gasped, because the thing snapped off in her
     hand.
    ‘You!’ cried a voice in the dark.
     ‘You! What are you doing there?’
    Someone was approaching.
    She spun round and hastily shoved
     the small piece of wood in her back pocket, turning a guilty
     face to a large Norseman glaring at her.
    ‘Oh no,’ she said.
    ‘I just tied you up,’ said the
     Viking. He grunted. ‘Come with me. Njord and Frey will want to
     know of your escape.’
    The Master laughed.
    ‘Didn’t like your quarters, Miss
     Grant? No matter, I was about to fetch you and the Doctor,
     anyway. Sadly, it seems that he has also seen fit to leave us.
     For the time being only, no doubt. You wouldn’t like to tell us
     where he is, would you?’
    ‘I have no idea,’ said Jo,
     wondering if that were actually true.
    ‘Oh, I doubt that,’ said the
     Master. ‘But it needn’t matter. His time is very nearly run, no
     matter what. And you will make just as good a sacrifice as him.
     Come along. We should be going.’
    Two men grabbed Jo.
    Njord stepped forward and clapped
     his hands, and suddenly a host of Viking warriors appeared in
     full battle gear.
    The Master pointed to the corner
     of the hall behind Jo. She turned, and there she saw the
     TARDIS.
    The Master slipped the key from
     his pocket, strode over to the blue police box and opened the
     door.