“I guess if some geezer came up to me in a bar and said he was my son come back from the future, I’d think he’d had a few too many.”
“Another week thievin’ an Englishman’s wages…if you’re not with us, you’re against us. Shouldn’t be mixin’ with the likes of him, it ain’t natural! You wanna stick with your own kind.”
“I am. Decent human beings.”
“Don’t you see? Electrical activity, crystalline silica, it’s obvious…if the ice passes sparks through the silicate crystal in that clay, it changes their structure, yes? Isn’t that just like…making a memory?”
“We are at the mercy of that bloodthirsty tyrant, Thomas Arundel. And he cannot be defeated…he is part of history. And we cannot change a thing.”
Arriving at the Bishop’s palace on the Thames, The Doctor, Ian, Barbara and young Vicki find themselves amidst a regicidal conspiracy…and very much on the losing side.