Doctor Who Eighth Doctor Adventures 37 by The Burning (Justin Richards) (v1.0)

Author:The Burning (Justin Richards) (v1.0)
Format: epub

subject. Eastern mythology and beliefs in particular interest me. There are distinct parallels with our own religion, as well as many differences. But the underlying metaphors and teachings are I believe reconcilable.’ ‘We must talk more on the subject,’ the Doctor said, taking something from his pocket. ‘But for the moment, this intrigues me rather more.’ It was a dull, dark ball which looked to Stobbold like a children’s marble, only larger As he watched, the Doctor squeezed the ball in his palm. When he opened his fingers the material was squashed into an amorphous mass. Like clay. ‘It gets warm in my pocket,’ he explained. ‘Warm enough to reform into my rather dreary and crude attempt at sculpture.’ He tossed the material across to Stobbold. It was soft, more malleable than Stobbold had expected. He squeezed it flat and rolled it between his palms. There seemed to be no discernible smell, and it left no residue on his hands. He was still examining the substance when Betty came in to tell them that dinner was ready. She watched her father work the material as she spoke. ‘I’ve already eaten,’ Betty said. ‘I was hungry. I hope you will excuse me if I don’t join you for dinner, but I am rather tired.’ ‘Of course, my dear.’ ‘What is that?’ She reached out tentatively and Stobbold handed her the lump of dark material. She held it for a moment between her forefinger and thumb before giving it back to the Doctor. ‘Please excuse me,’ she said again. As he washed his hands at the small basin in his room, the Doctor could feel the warmth in his jacket. At first he thought it was the glossy cube that had led him here. Was it time, perhaps to move on? But what he drew from his pocket was the dull material that Nepath had given him. It had once again refashioned itself into small sphere. It was warm, almost hot. He held it up, examining the material with interest. Was that the hint of a crack, a hairline mark an5where? ‘Are you coming. Doctor?’ Dobbs called from outside his door. ‘I’ll be right with you.’ He considered for a moment, then he dropped the bah into the basin, watching it sink below the soapy surface of the cold water. ‘If you’re a sphere when you’re warm,’ he murmured, ‘what are you when you’re cold?’ He did not wait to see. He closed and locked the door behind him on his way to dinner. It was over the port after the meal that Stobbold raised the issue of predestination. He had been mulling over the subject throughout the meal as Dobbs 98

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