The Doctor stared across the valley.  He had never been particularly modest, but there was something rather embarrassing at seeing one's own colossally magnified features carved onto a mountain.  'Who put it there?' he asked.  'How was it done?'

Leela shrugged.  'The Tesh did it with their magic.  They set the Face of Evil on the mountain to taunt us.'

Doctor nodded.  Presumably the face had been carved out of the mountain with a laser-beam.  Either that, or a few hundred years' work with hammer and chisels.

Leela looked across at the mountain, then back at the Doctor.  'What happened when you were here before?' she asked.  'You must be able to remember!'

'Of course I can,' said the Doctor defensively.  He hesitated.  'Well, I'm trying to.  One or two details are still eluding me.  Perhaps I was on some other part of the planet.'

'There is no other part.  Only beyond the Wall.'

'Beyond the Wall?  I wonder...'  The Doctor stood gazing across the valley, lost in thought.

'Wonder what?'

'Sssh!  I'm wondering.' He came to a decision.  'Back to the village, I think.  Maybe some of those "sacred relics" of Neeva's will jog my memory.'

Leela was horrified.  'We can't go back, Doctor.  We'll be torn to pieces.'

'Only if they catch us,' said the Doctor cheerfully.  'Besides, they'll be too busy getting ready for their attack to bother with us.'

'That's what you said last time - remember?'

The Doctor chuckled.  'You mustn't expect perfection, Leela - even from me! '


Andor glared angrily at his Witch-Doctor.  'I tell you the men are afraid to attack while the Evil One is still out there.'

Neeva looked up at the Chief, running a hand over his shaven head.  'I have been thinking,' he said cunningly.  'If we tell them it has been destroyed...'

'No!  I will not lie to my people.'

'Soon the Wall will open,' insisted Neeva.  'We know that it stays open for a very short time.  We dare not delay.  Attack now, or we betray our god.'

Andor tugged his beard.  'Has Xoanon commanded this?'

'He has.'  There was utter certainty in Neeva's voice.

Andor called to the guard at the door of the Council hut.  'Guard.  Sound the summons to attack.'  As the guard ran out, Andor rose from his throne.  'You'd better be right, Neeva.  Servant of Xoanon or not, if we fail - I'll kill you!'

Neeva did not flinch.  'Xoanon has promised us victory.'