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REVENGE OF THE JUDOON

Terrance Dicks was born in East Ham, London. After university, he began work in the advertising industry before moving over to television as a writer. In 1968, he began working on Doctor Who. He has written more than sixty Doctor Who novels.

Revenge

of the

Judoon

Terrance Dicks

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Published in 2008 by BBC Books, an imprint of Ebury Publishing. Ebury Publishing is a division of the Random House Group Ltd. © Terrance Dicks 2008

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1988.

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Printed and bound in Great Britain by Cox & Wyman Ltd, Reading, Berkshire Chapter One

A King

at Breakfast

Balmoral Castle lay bathed in autumn sunshine. The light shone on the white stone of the castle's ivy-covered walls. It sent golden shafts through the tall windows.

Captain Harry Carruthers, companion and aide to King Edward VII, marched along the red-carpeted corridors of the castle.

He glanced through the window. It was a beautiful day.

He sighed. On a day like this, the King would be sure to insist that he went outside and did something healthy. Not over-energetic himself, His Majesty liked to keep his guests busy.

Harry glanced up at the row of mounted stag-heads that lined the walls. There were so many that he wondered that there was a live stag left to shoot in all Scotland.

He climbed a staircase and moved along an upper corridor - more red carpet, more stag-heads - and knocked on one of the doors.

A footman opened it, bowed respectfully, and led him through the richly furnished dressing room to the bedroom door on the far side. Throwing it open, the footman announced, 'Captain Carruthers, Your Majesty' Then he bowed and withdrew.