1: THE HANGING GARDENS OF BABYLON

(Opening Doctor Who theme music composed by Ron Grainer and the BBC Radiophonic Workshop, with no announcer.)

(TARDIS materialisation. Control room sound.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: "We've stopped."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Stopped? But where?" Ian looked over at the Doctor for an answer. The silver-haired old man in the Edwardian frock coat seemed oddly out of place in the futuristic control chamber.
(Sound of dials being turned and controls being pressed.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: His blue-veined hands flitted expertly over the controls and dials of the six-sided console as he tried to identify the source of the problem.
CAROLE ANN FORD: As he did so, his companions Ian, Barbara and Susan joined him, and peered over his shoulders. To their dismay, they saw that one by one, the lights on the TARDIS console were going out.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor slammed his fist on the control panel in frustration.
(Sound of fist being bashed down.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Confound it," he said.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara asked him what the problem was. It was a fuel leak, he told her, and Ian wondered whether it was serious.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Of course it's serious. We might be stranded here for years," the Doctor exploded angrily.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "But where are we, Grandfather?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "How should I know? All the TARDIS instruments feed on the same fuel source." He glanced down at one of the few dials on the control panel which were still working. "Judging by this, I'd say we're on Earth, and some time in the past."
CAROLE ANN FORD: (gasp of awe.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Shh!"
CAROLE ANN FORD: "What is it? What is that sound?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: It was music, the Doctor told her. What else could it be? "And it's not Beethoven."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "You don't think ... you don't think we're dead, do you? Can't you hear the music, Grandfather?
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Of course I can hear the music, child, I'm not deaf. I should imagine even the deaf could hear it. It's the most heavenly sound I've heard."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Uh, that's exactly what I mean."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "What do you mean, Susan?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Well, maybe it is the real heavenly sound. Maybe we've all died and gone to Heaven."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "How on Earth could we go to Heaven, child? I don't even know the way."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Despite herself, Susan laughed, and Barbara joined in. The Doctor seemed at odds to know what they thought was so funny.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "You, Doctor, knowing the way to Heaven." "I will one day, my boy, when this frail old body is finally summoned by the Almighty," he said.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara smiled. "Well, until that time I suggest that we go outside and take a look."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Precisely my intention as well, Miss Wright," the Doctor replied, and operated the door mechanism.
(TARDIS doors opened. Bird song, gentle music.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Grandfather, I'm scared."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Now ... now, don't be frightened, child. And if we are indeed in Heaven, then I assure you, we're in very good hands," he said, and led the way out through the wide double doors.
CAROLE ANN FORD: The Police Telephone Box had landed in what appeared to be a wooded glade full of the most exotic and beautiful plants and flowers they'd ever seen. Above them the sun shone in a brilliantly blue and cloudless sky, and a light breeze blew through the trees. This was Paradise, Barbara said. "Then we are dead."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor wagged a reproving finger at her, and told his Grand-daughter not to be so childish.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Well, if we're not dead then where are we?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Probably in a film set. I wouldn't be surprised if Mantovani wasn't conducting that heavenly orchestra, and some Hollywood mogul is directing a Biblical epic. What's your guess, Barbara?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara looked around and shrugged. The garden stretched for as far as the eye could see, and consisted of a series of raised terraces and galleries, planted with trees and flowers of every species and colour imaginable.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ian asked the Doctor for his opinion. The Doctor ignored him. He was more interested in listening to the heavenly music. It was all around them, he remarked, which meant that it could come from only one place. It was coming from the plants themselves.
CAROLE ANN FORD: (laugh.) "The plants, Grandfather? How can they be playing music?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor bent down and examined a bushy flower. A few thin wires attached its stalk to that of a neighbouring flower. The Doctor plucked at one of the wires.
(Single note as though from a harp string.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: "They're like piano or lyre chords."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "And they're responsible for all this music."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara plucked at one of the chords.
(Another musical note.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Each of the chords produced a separate sound, she said, and plucked another.
(Further musical notes.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The plants were the musicians of this world, the Doctor told them.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "But how can they be playing melodies, and in so many octaves?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: It was very simple, the Doctor said. There was a light breeze which rustled the leaves, and the leaves in turn plucked at the chords.
CAROLE ANN FORD: And because each chord was specially placed, that was how the melody was produced, Barbara realised. The Doctor agreed. It was really most ingenious, and he would like to meet the people who designed such a wonder.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "So that I can hear a myriad nightingales, childhood lullabies. Take me into your garden, oh Babylon, so that I no longer fear the arid desert plains, the scavenging war cries. Cradle me in your arms, oh Babylon."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "I didn't know you were a poet, Mr Chesterton."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: (amused:) "I'm not. That's an old Persian poem, and I think I know where we are."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Where?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "In Babylon."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Oh! And so this must be ..."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "The Hanging Gardens Of Babylon."
CAROLE ANN FORD: (gasp.) "One of the Seven Ancient Wonders Of The World."
(Trumpet fanfare.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Shh! Can you hear?"
(Women calling out "The King is here!" repeatedly.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: On the terrace below, a parade of beautiful women in colourful robes passed by. 'The King is here, the King is here!' they sang. Each one of then carried before her a silken cushion, and on each cushion, there lay a beautiful gift, fashioned out of either gold or silver. "Let's follow them, Grandfather. Let's go and meet the King."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Before the Doctor could warn his Grand-daughter to be careful, Susan had rushed off down the steps leading to the lower terrace.
(Running down stone steps.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: With a resigned shrug of his shoulders, the Doctor stomped off after her, followed by Ian and Barbara.

WILLIAM RUSSELL: In another part of the Hanging Gardens, in a secluded arbour hidden behind a canopy of flowers, four men sat around a table drinking wine.
(Liquid being poured.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Seleucus was a scar-faced giant of a man in his late thirties, wearing the leather and bronze body armour of a General of the Greek Army. He sipped thoughtfully as he regarded each of his companions uneasily. Beside him was Glaucias, a weather-beaten, stocky elderly man, dressed in a well-fashioned tunic which however could not conceal his ever-widening girth.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Iollus was a young man, no more than twenty, who would have been attractive were his cheeks not already flushed with years of ill-living. On his head, he wore a crown of laurels, indicating that he was a priest of the Great God Apollo.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The final member of the group was Antipater, a tall wiry man of more than seventy years with a hard and ambitious face. The medallion he wore around his neck showed to the world that he was a politician, and a trusted advisor to the King. He took a final draught of wine and addressed his companions. "I will be brief, gentlemen. It has been thirteen years since we last breathed the mountain airs of our beloved land. Thirteen years since we have wielded a sword and hammered our footprints on the Earth's geography, and I think that now it is time to go back."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Seleucus scoffed. That might be what Antipater thought, he said, but it was not the view of the King.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: There was not one Greek in the whole of Babylon who would not welcome a return to his homeland, Antipater claimed. There was not one Greek who did not cry like a fatherless child at the very mention of Thessaly, and the Macedon coast by the Aegean Sea.
CAROLE ANN FORD: What Antipater said was true, Seleucus agreed, but pointed out that the Army would never desert their King. It was because they believed him to be a God, Glaucias said.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Then that is what must be changed. If the Army will not desert the King, then the King must be made to desert the Army," Antipater declared, not for one moment taking his eyes off Seleucus.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Glaucias and Iollus nodded their agreement. Seleucus asked Antipater to continue.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "The God, the King, must die before the dust of marching soldiers settles on Babylon. Then and only then can we all pursue a life of our own preferences," he told them.
CAROLE ANN FORD: That was treason, Seleucus said, and stood up to leave. Antipater however told him to stay. The old man reminded him that, not so long ago, Seleucus Had tried to inveigle his way into the order of succession, with an eye on the King's death. That had been because the King had been badly wounded, Seleucus protested, but he was now intrigued, and stayed to hear what Antipater had to say.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Under normal circumstances I would have advocated the death of the King, but at this stage that is impractical, for should he die today, then we would gain nothing." The throne would go to one of his three Generals, Antipater pointed out.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Was Antipater suggesting that they kill the King and his Generals? Seleucus asked. Iollus was also concerned. That was too much to ask, he said. They could succeed in one murder, the murder of the King, but how could they be sure they would not fail in the others?
WILLIAM RUSSELL: That was his problem, not theirs, Antipater said. He had plans for four deaths, he told them, and drew from out the folds of his tunic, four heavy medallions.
(Clink of metal.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "I have here four medallions just forged by the Royal Armourer on the King's orders. They are medallions of succession. One is that of the King, and the others, the King's nominees for the throne." Antipater dangled the medallions before them, and then one by one, dropped them to the ground. "These are our victims, gentlemen."
(As four coins are heard dropping:)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Cleitus, third in succession. Colanus, second in succession. Hephaeston, first in succession, and finally ... the King."
CAROLE ANN FORD: This was madness, Seleucus said. He stood up to leave again, when Antipater pulled out a fifth medallion. He dangled it before Seleucus.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "I took the precaution of ordering a fifth medallion of succession," Antipater told him, and threw the medallion at Seleucus's feet.
(Coin thrown.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "This one is yours, Seleucus. When Cleitus, Colanus and Hephaeston and the King are no longer with us, then all you have to do is show this medallion to the Tribunal of Generals, and the throne will be yours."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Seleucus looked down uncertainly at the medallion, and then back up at Antipater, who smiled seductively at him.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Do you not want to rule the world, Nicator Seleucus? Do you not want your name whispered from Athens to the banks of the Indus? Hear the bards singing your fame for posterity, and the cities minting your coins, the armies carrying your banners, and the warriors piercing the clouds with your name. Do you not want all of that, Seleucus?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: Seleucus looked long and hard at Antipater, who returned and held his look. He would think about it, he told him, and knelt down to pick up the medallion.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Yes, you think about it, while Glaucias, Iollus and I carry on with the dirty work," Antipater said scornfully. He snatched the medallion away from Seleucus. He'd look after it until Seleucus had reached his decision, he told the soldier, then and only then would the medallion be his.
CAROLE ANN FORD: After Seleucus had left the arbour, Glaucias asked Antipater whether he thought what he had done had been wise. Seleucus might very well denounce them to the King, he said.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Then they would denounce him back, Antipater replied, and reminded them that Seleucus had once before tried to force the King to name him as one of his successors. Besides, no-one would take his word against theirs.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Was Antipater really serious about setting Seleucus up as King? Iollus asked. Antipater laughed. Seleucus would be nothing more than a figurehead, he said. All they wanted was the treasures of the empire, which they would acquire by blackmailing Seleucus.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Now Antipater reminded his two companions they had four deaths to prepare. Glaucias was the camp physician, and Iollus the priest of Apollo. Antipater himself was the King's advisor, and well-connected with the throne room. Between them, they should be able to devise something, he said.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Iollus laughed. Soon Babylon would become a city of funeral pyres, he said, and rubbed his hands with glee. Glaucias grinned sadistically at the thought, and asked who should be their first victim.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: They would work their way up to the King, Antipater decided. "But first, I think I should prepare the terrain. Iollus, go and prophesy something dreadful, will you?"
(Laughter.)

(Faint voices of women calling out "The King is here!" and marching.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Susan had followed the singing women out of the Hanging Gardens down a wide processional way, and up to the great city walls of Babylon itself. The crenulated walls of the city towered a hundred feet high and were built of bricks the colour of lapis lazuli. Huge bronze plated doors of cedar formed the entrance to Babylon which was guarded by bronze statues of bulls of dragons.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor, Ian and Barbara finally caught up with Susan, and looked in the direction she was pointing.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Susan was not however looking at the splendid gate itself, but at the plains which lay beyond it, outside the city walls. Hundreds of tents, stretched out as far as the eye could see, and it was to here that the women were making their way.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: In the distance they could see, waiting to greet them, the King, seated on a throne and attended by four men in uniform. As the women approached the King, they each knelt before him and laid their gifts at his feet.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara looked at the gate. "Of course. This must be the Ishtar Gate," she realised.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "The Ishtar Gate? What do you mean, Barbara?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: The army was encamped outside the city gates, the history teacher told her companions. Like Rome, Babylon was a holy city, and few armies ever camped within its walls.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The gate, she said, was built in honour of Ishtar, who ruled over the world of love, and the world of war, and it represented the border to the Goddesses' two domains. When someone crossed the gate into the Hanging Gardens and into Babylon, they left behind the world of war, and entered Ishtar's other domain of love and peace.
CAROLE ANN FORD: And those who came out of Babylon through the gate left peace behind and went to war, Barbara said. Within Babylon, all was law and order. Outside there was nothing but chaos.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: By now the Doctor had lost interest in Barbara's impromptu history lesson, and was concerned with something much more interesting. There was a curious smell in the air, and he went off to see where it was coming from. "It smells familiar."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "I wonder what it is. Hey Grandfather, wait for us."

CAROLE ANN FORD: The smell was coming from a muddy patch of earth, not far away from the encampment. Iollus was squatted over a sacrificial lamb, and was rubbing the mud into the dead animal's fleece. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be in a trance.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The smell was stronger here, and the Doctor and Ian realised that it smelt of petrol. It was coming from the mud, which Iollus was rubbing in the animal. The Doctor tapped Iollus on the shoulder, and the prophet's eyes popped open to see who was disturbing his trance. The Doctor tut-tutted. That was no way to cook a good piece of lamb, he said, and if Iollus rubbed the oil on the animal, all that would happen would be, the meat would be charred.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Grandfather, what are you doing?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "He's teaching the fellow how to cook."
(CAROLE ANN FORD as Susan laughs.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: The Doctor was now busy making a small mound on the ground, all the while telling Iollus of the best way to cook the beast. Iollus looked at the Doctor as though he was mad.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Now, come on, and help me light this thing, Chesterton. Have you got any matches?" the Doctor asked, and indicated the lamb, which he had placed on a makeshift spit made from some tree branches.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Iollus continued to look goggle-eyed and speechless at the Doctor.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ian took a box of matches out of his pocket, and bent down to light the fire.
(Match struck.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Suddenly a spear whistled through the air, and landed in the ground between the Doctor and Ian.
(Female scream.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: The Doctor and his companion turned to see who had thrown the spear. A man in his early thirties, handsome and clean-shaven, with long blond hair, was standing before them. He wore a soldier's breastplate of bronze, and a long white cloak was thrown over his shoulders.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: He was accompanied by four others, dressed as Generals, and wearing elaborate plumed helmets. Each of them wielded a short spear, which they aimed menacingly at the Doctor and his friends.
CAROLE ANN FORD: The man who had thrown the spear wore a half-amused expression on his face, which was tanned by the sun. Susan noticed that, curiously, one of his eyes seemed to be blue, and the other brown. He strode up to them.
JOHN DORNEY: "You must not disturb Apollo's priests, strangers."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Apollo's priests?" The newcomer indicated Iollus, who was still squatting on the ground. He had closed his eyes again, and was mumbling some words under his breath, and seemed once more to be back in some sort of trance.
(While a male voice mumbles incantations in the background:)
JOHN DORNEY: "My good friend Iollus there. If you break his trance, who knows what countless nightmares might ooze out of his frail body to ensnare us poor mortals."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Oh. He's prophesying, is he?"
JOHN DORNEY: "That is the general idea. What else should he do, considering that he is a priest?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: (laugh:) "We thought he was cooking."
JOHN DORNEY: "Hah! Cooking? Young maiden, you may be right despite your innocence. After all, prophets do tend to cook up dreams and dish out terrifying interpretations."
CAROLE ANN FORD: (laugh.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor chuckled, and drew the man's attention to his four colleagues, who were still all wielding their spears.
JOHN DORNEY: "Oh, I do apologise."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: He went over to his men, who laid down their arms. As he did, Iollus started to chant in a loud and portentous voice.
(Chanting voice.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: "I think he's trying to say something."
JOHN DORNEY: "He's always trying to say something, and he always does."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Iollus suddenly opened his eyes, and cried out in a bellowing voice. "Hearken to my words, oh King, for the Archer God Phoebus Apollo has spoken to me, his trusted servant."
JOHN DORNEY: "Then speak his words."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "The King must not linger by Babylon, for over Babylon lies a four-headed tragedy. Look not to the city. Hear not the dewy harmonies of the Gardens, lest four-headed misfortune traps you within its web of evil. Beware."
JOHN DORNEY: Well, my friend, you will please tell Phoebus Apollo that the King and his companions have warred in the East and have come to Babylon to rest."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Congratulations, young man. You've just shown a great deal of common sense," said the Doctor. He nodded over to Iollus, who gave them a murderous look. "That fool there has been talking a whole lot of balderdash. Four-headed misfortune, indeed! The man's a fool. He should be locked up."
JOHN DORNEY: "Stranger, you may not be from these parts, and you may be ignorant of our customs, but I do not encourage insults to any of my men. Be warned."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Oh, he didn't mean any harm."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Of course he didn't. It's probably the heat. Tell him you meant no harm, Grandfather."
JOHN DORNEY: "Has the reverend old man no tongue of his own? Let him speak - if he has anything to say."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Barbara urged the Doctor to apologise, but he had decided to sulk instead. He said his piece, he replied stubbornly, and he stood by every word of it. Poor Iollus seemed to be deranged.
JOHN DORNEY: "Do you not then believe in prophecy, stranger?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor snorted. He'd had faith in the Meteorological Bureau once, he said, and look where that had got him. And besides, he continued, wasn't there a saying? Prophets are best who make the truest guess.
JOHN DORNEY: "That is no saying. That is a quotation from the great dramatist Euripides. So you say that I must ignore those who guess?" (Laugh.) "Well, it is sure to displease my friend Iollus, but I agree with you."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "You must hearken to my words, oh King. Do not stay by Babylon," Iollus declaimed once again.
JOHN DORNEY: "Let me be the judge of that, Iollus. Now, reverend old man, I would be most honoured if you and your companions would allow me to be your host."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "But Sire, I have yet to interpret four omens!" Iollus cried out.
JOHN DORNEY: "Later, Iollus, later."
CAROLE ANN FORD: The young man led the Doctor and his friends away from Iollus, who glared evilly after them. He introduced them to the four Generals who had accompanied him. And, as he did so, they removed their plumed helmets. This first of these was Hephaeston, a quietly handsome and beardless young man, about the same age as his friend. The second was Cleitus, a burly and ruddy-faced veteran General who they were told had fought in many battles over these fifty years.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Colanus was an elderly Indian, long and lean, with a wispy white beard and glittering eyes full of wisdom. Completing the four was Ptolemy, who stood slightly apart from the rest of the group. He was a giant of a man, almost seven feet tall, and the sun gleamed on his ebony muscles. His eyes darted constantly to and fro, as though he expected danger at any second. Ptolemy saluted the Doctor and his friends, as did his other companions.
CAROLE ANN FORD: As the young man led them to the camp, Barbara stood back, and looked strangely at her new friends. She placed her hand over her mouth, as if to conceal her astonishment, and then smiled. "Hephaeston, Cleitus, Colanus and Ptolemy. Of course. Susan, do you know who the King is?" she asked. "No. Who?" Before Barbara could reply, Colanus came up to her and Susan. Were they not coming with them? he asked. Barbara looked at Colanus with something approaching hero-worship. He and Aristotle were two of the wisest men of their time, she told him. Colanus shook his head. The world had produced only one wise man, he said modestly, and that had been Socrates of Athens. He was the one, he told Barbara and Susan, who had pronounced the eternal truth. "And what was that?" "I know that I do not know," he replied. "And what's so wise about that?" "Knowing one's ignorance is the sure sign of wisdom," Barbara said.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "In a world of infinite mysteries," Colanus said, completing the quotation. "I admire your intellect, fair lady. And you, innocent maiden, will no doubt discover one day the meaning of the Eternal Truth. Now, shall we go? The King is waiting."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Well - just a moment. Exactly who is the King?"
JOHN DORNEY: " I am the King, young maiden. Colanus, do the ladies refuse to join us?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Colanus assured the King that they were just coming.
JOHN DORNEY: "Oh good, I was getting worried."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Oh, you shouldn't have. Colanus and Barbara were talking about Socrates, and I was asking about you. Hey, come to think of it, I still don't know your name."
JOHN DORNEY: "They call me Alexander of Macedon."
CAROLE ANN FORD: (gasp.) Barbara clapped her hands together in delight. "I knew it. I knew you were Alexander the Great," she exclaimed.
JOHN DORNEY: "I am not that tall."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "No. She meant that History knows you as Alexander the Great, even in the Fifty-Seventh ..." (Clearing throat.) "Well, you know what I mean."
JOHN DORNEY: "I am sure you flatter me. Shall we go?"

WILLIAM RUSSELL: Within a beautifully-decorated tent at the edge of the encampment by the walls of Babylon, Antipater and Glaucias were enjoying a flask of wine. Suddenly, the flap of the tent was pulled open, and Iollus stalked in with an angry look in his eyes. Antipater looked quizzically at the young man, and demanded to know his news.
CAROLE ANN FORD: The King had ignored his prophecy, Iollus told him, and poured himself a drink.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Antipater, however, seemed not to be concerned. He'd known all along that Alexander would not heed the prophet's words, he said.
CAROLE ANN FORD: But not only that, Iollus said, the strangers had also convinced Alexander that he, Iollus, was a fool.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "The strangers?" Antipater asked. This was news to him. He asked Iollus to explain. Who were they? he asked. What were they doing here?
CAROLE ANN FORD: Iollus shrugged his shoulders. Even he, a Priest of Apollo, didn't know where the strangers had come from.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Strangers, and four of them. We can use them. Four strangers equals four omens," Antipater said thoughtfully.
CAROLE ANN FORD: He had already planned his four omens, Iollus pointed out rather peevishly.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "You do not need them any more. The numbers are just right. We have to kill four people, and we have four strangers. It will be easy to link them to the deaths," Antipater said.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "You mean to accuse the strangers?" Iollus asked.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Antipater shook his head. "Not directly. We shall just let it be known that they are the evil omens."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "And they will get the blame, and no-one will suspect foul play," Iollus realised.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Antipater took a final draught of wine. "Precisely. Oh, the Gods are indeed with us, my friends. You will see that soon the King's camp will be in panic, and death and panic go hand-in-hand."

(Closing Doctor Who theme music composed by Ron Grainer and the BBC Radiophonic Workshop, with no announcer.)

2: O, SON! MY SON!

(Opening Doctor Who theme music composed by Ron Grainer and the BBC Radiophonic Workshop, with no announcer.)

(Music playing.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Alexander led the Doctor and his friends to his tent which, like those of his men, was sparsely-furnished, and lay just outside the walls of Babylon. He invited them to sit with him around a low table, and share a meal of fruit, breads and honey.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Cleitus, Colanus, Ptolemy and Hephaeston joined them and passed round goblets of wine. The Doctor took a sip, and declared it to be very fine indeed, and Alexander an excellent host.
JOHN DORNEY: "I am only sorry that I cannot entertain you yet in Babylon."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Why is that? Because of Iollus' prophesy?"
JOHN DORNEY: "No, not because of the prophesy. Babylon is a city of peace, and I have just come back from war. Before entering the city of peace I must shed all thoughts of war."
CAROLE ANN FORD: There was great wisdom in Alexander's words, Barbara said approvingly.
JOHN DORNEY: "Fair lady, a King is subjected to many compliments because of the nature of his position. I might be wrong, but I think I can detect sincerity in your tone, and it pleases me much."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara smiled. She meant what she said with all her heart, she assured him.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Cleitus threw back his head and roared with laughter. Barbara must then be unique among her kind, he said, for he knew no female heart that ever spoke with sincerity.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara glared at Cleitus. His cynicism did him no justice, she remarked. This made Cleitus laugh even more.
JOHN DORNEY: "You must forgive Father Cleitus, my lady. When it comes to war he is a giant, but of the fair sex, he knows less than an olive."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "You call him Father. Is he your father?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Alexander shook his head, and then put an arm round Cleitus and hugged him.
JOHN DORNEY: "No, fair maiden, he is more than a father. He is like ten fathers in one. He has all the virtues a man can have, except wisdom." (Laughs.) "Am I not right, Cleitus?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Cleitus laughed again, and returned Alexander's embrace. On the contrary, the older man insisted, he did have wisdom, but Alexander thought him stupid because...
CAROLE ANN FORD: Before Cleitus could finish his sentence, Alexander cut him short.
JOHN DORNEY: "Veteran Father, in view of both our vile tempers I do not think we should argue our differences before our guests."
CAROLE ANN FORD: There was a pause, and a look passed between Alexander and the older man.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: He would do as the King asked, Cleitus said. There would be time for arguments later. He laughed. When the Moon raced across the sky, when night hid the ugliness of the world, and when the wine flowed like the pollen of myriad intoxicating flowers.
JOHN DORNEY: (laugh.) "Do you not think my dear father Cleitus has missed his vocation? He should have been a poet, not a warrior."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Perhaps. Sire, I feel I should say this, and I mean no indiscretion, but - to me, your court is unlike that of any King."
JOHN DORNEY: "My court? Why?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "There is - how can I put it - a complete lack of protocol. It has an atmosphere of unlimited freedom."
JOHN DORNEY: "Perhaps because there is unlimited freedom."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Ah!"
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Yes, there's this marvellous feeling of friendship."
JOHN DORNEY: "The innocent maiden's heart recognises the good. I agree with you. I, Alexander, am the richest man on Earth for I have such great friends. I have Hephaeston here, who is like ten brothers to me. He speaks very little but he thinks the same thoughts, feels the same anguishes, and fears the same ills as Alexander."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Hephaeston smiled at Alexander, and briefly pressed his hand.
JOHN DORNEY: "And then I have Colanus, the wisest man of our disjointed time. He can see wisdom in a new-born babe, beauty in a serpent and goodness in ill-fate. His perception rivals even that of my teacher Aristotle."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The tall Indian bowed. He would never live up to such a eulogy, he assured Alexander.
JOHN DORNEY: "And then there is my noble Nubian, Ptolemy, whose eagle eyes focus only to protect me, and who is as indestructible as a temple and as gentle as he is strong."
(Drinking from liquid.)
JOHN DORNEY: "And finally I have Father Cleitus, a mighty warrior who fights like a wild boar. He has already saved my life in battle and is worth a whole army by himself."
CAROLE ANN FORD: As Alexander toasted his friends, Barbara looked on in wonder. She said she used to daydream about Alexander and his friends, but never had she imagined she would meet them in history, or in the flesh, she hastily corrected herself.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor urged her to be silent. But Alexander had heard. He put down his cup, and looked curiously at Barbara.
JOHN DORNEY: "The laws of hospitality forbid me to ask you who you are, strangers, and you are not forced to tell me. Should you even be my enemies you shall remain my guests for as long as you wish."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "That's very kind."
JOHN DORNEY: "And when you decide to leave you will do so with my gifts. But I am curious of your identities because I have come to like you."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "We are not your enemies, Sire."
JOHN DORNEY: "Then if you are friends, call me Alexander."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Well, I'll introduce, shall I? I'm Susan Foreman, this is Barbara Wright, Ian Chesterton, and that's my Grandfather. He's a Doctor, and we're travellers."
JOHN DORNEY: "Travellers?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Yes, tourists, voyagers, that sort of thing."
JOHN DORNEY: "Then you are very lucky. You fly like a bee from one mystery to another."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor chuckled. He couldn't have put it better himself, he said.
JOHN DORNEY: "And is there anything you search for which I can give you?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Knowledge?"
JOHN DORNEY: "Alas, I am a very poor man where knowledge is concerned."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Were the Doctor and his friends scientists? Hephaeston asked. The Doctor said that they were.
JOHN DORNEY: "Then you must stay here for a while, reverend Doctor. You will have an abundance of things to study. Will you stay with us?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Can we stay, Grandfather? Please. I'd like to stay."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor nodded, and reminded Susan that until he could repair the TARDIS, they didn't have a choice.
JOHN DORNEY: "Good. We shall meet again tonight, for it is the feast of Dionysus and acknowledgements are due to the Gods. Until then, we have to attend our duties. My camp is open to you, Doctor."

(Faint sounds of combat in the distance.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Later that day on the plain, Barbara and Susan came to watch Alexander's men in training, battling with their swords and shields under the hot afternoon sun.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Alexander was fighting with Seleucus, unaware of the soldier's earlier meeting with Antipater and the conspirators. From a little way off, Ptolemy watched their contest, never for one moment taking his eyes off Seleucus. Alexander fought with relish, like the invincible warrior all the world said he was. He whooped with delight as he brought his sword down onto Seleucus's shield.
(Clash of steel and groan.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: But there was no joy in the eyes of his opponent, just a thinly-disguised hatred for the King.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Seleucus brought his sword crashing down viciously on Alexander, who parried the blow expertly. Seleucus staggered backwards, almost losing his footing.
JOHN DORNEY: "You are forgetting the first law of combat, my friend. Fight with economy, and always retain a reserve of strength."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Are you not tired easily, Alexander?" Seleucus cried out, and slashed out once again...
(Cry of Alexander.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: ... this time with even more venom. Alexander dodged the blade, but in doing so staggered backwards and fell to his knees. Seeing his chance, Seleucus rushed forward, and raised his sword at Alexander.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Sensing danger, Ptolemy unsheathed his own blade, and ran towards the two men.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: From his crouched position, and before Seleucus could strike, Alexander pointed his own sword directly up at the Greek's heart. Seleucus froze.
JOHN DORNEY: "Had I been your enemy, Seleucus, you would have been dead."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Seleucus lowered his sword. Alexander stood up, and dusted himself down, and then tapped his opponent affectionately on the shoulder.
(Patting.)
JOHN DORNEY: "I told you not to overestimate yourself, Seleucus. Thank you, my friend. I enjoyed our little bout."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Thank you too, Alexander," Seleucus replied, but the tone in his voice suggested that he was not pleased at all. He shook hands with Alexander, and left.
JOHN DORNEY: "Were you worried, Ptolemy?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: The Nubian smiled, and returned his sword to its sheath. He should have known that Alexander had no equal in combat, he told the King. Alexander spotted Susan and Barbara for the first time.
JOHN DORNEY: "Have you been watching long?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: "It was very ... enjoyable."
JOHN DORNEY: "But not the sort of thing that should amuse the fair sex." (Laugh.) "Incidentally, I have sent a messenger to Tyre. My wife Roxane is there. She is with child but I have asked her to come and meet you. You will be good company for each other. She should be here within the month."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Oh, thank you. That's very kind of you."
JOHN DORNEY: "Now if you will excuse me? I will see you tonight, for the feast."
CAROLE ANN FORD: After Alexander had gone, Susan turned to Barbara. It would be good to meet Alexander's wife, she said. But Barbara wasn't so sure. There was a thoughtful expression on her face. Susan asked her what was wrong. "I was just thinking about Alexander," she replied. Susan pressed her further. "Alexander visited Babylon twice, first on his way to India, and then on his way back. I hope it's his first visit," she said. Susan was puzzled. Why did Barbara hope that this was Alexander's first visit to Babylon? she asked. Did something happen the second time? "Yes, something did happen the second time, Barbara said. "Alexander the Great died."

WILLIAM RUSSELL: While Susan and Barbara had been admiring Alexander's skills as a swordsman and a warrior, the Doctor and Ian had been spending the time walking the length of Alexander's camp.
(Sound of walking.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Occasionally the Doctor would pause to examine a rock, or scrabble around in the sand, before jotting a few words down into his battered old notebook. Typically, he would not tell Ian what he was doing. Finally, as the sun reached its zenith, they stopped, and sat down to rest in the shade. "Whew, that's better. Hah! It's probably the heat, but it feels as if I'd walked to London and back." "Yes," agreed the Doctor as he reviewed his notes, it was a big camp. (Laugh.) "I'll take your word for it next time, Doctor. What made you want to go around and inspect the camp in the first place?" The Doctor closed his notebook, and slipped it back into his jacket pocket. "I was just looking around. I think I know how to extract some heavy hydrogen. Now, I shall need your help, Chesterfield." "Chesterton." "Er, yes, er ... quite right. But we must work unnoticed, you understand? We don't want any inquisitive Greeks interfering," the Doctor said. "But help you with what, Doctor?" The Doctor tut-tutted. "Why don't you pay attention, my boy? We have to repair the fuel leak and replace the fuel, haven't we?" "Oh, the fuel. Petrol. How about petrol? This part of the world has the richest reserves of oil anywhere." "Ah, so you've noticed it too. That's how we'll get our heavy hydrogen. Extracted from the oil," he told him. "But - can you do that, Doctor?" The Doctor appeared disappointed by Ian's apparent lack of faith in his abilities. "Given time, I can do a lot of things, Chatterton," he said.

WILLIAM RUSSELL: While the Doctor and Ian discussed their plans to repair the TARDIS, another plan was being formed. Inside his tent, Antipater was pacing up and down, thinking. Before him, hanging from a spear, were the four medallions of succession. He touched each one thoughtfully, admiring their craftsmanship.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Glaucias was looking on, watching Antipater's every movement. Had the older man made his decision yet? he asked.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Antipater smiled. It was not a pleasant smile. "I am a man of refined tastes, Glaucias, and I always search for beauty in everything. Hence, I take my time in making my decisions," he said.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Glaucias frowned, unsure of what Antipater meant, and asked him to continue.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "There are so many ways a man can meet his death. To the soldier or the peasant, the way he dies may not be important. But for people like Alexander and his friends, death should be experienced in one way, and in one way only, and that way is ignominiously. There should be poetic justice in death. For instance, a suitable death for you, Glaucias, would be from overeating."
CAROLE ANN FORD: There was no need to be so offensive, Glaucias protested, but Antipater just laughed. He took the medallion of succession which had been made for Cleitus, and weighed it thoughtfully in the palm of his hand.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Death should come to our victims as an anticlimax. Somehow, it would make these great men more human," he declared. Antipater looked thoughtfully at the medallion of succession. "Now, what would be the ideal death for old Father Cleitus?" he asked Glaucias.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Before Glaucias could answer, the flap of the tent was pulled open, and Iollus came in. He had been to see Seleucus as Antipater had requested, Iollus said, but the General had told him he needed more time to think before he decided whether to join their conspiracy or not.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The news seemed not to displease Antipater. "Seleucus does not want to join us yet because he is not sure of our success. Once we present him with a few corpses, then he will be on our side," he said with a smirk.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Iollus shook his head. He did not like involving Seleucus, he told Antipater. Did they really need him at all? he wondered.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Unfortunately we do need him. We profit only if Seleucus becomes King," he replied. He walked over to a table, poured out three goblets of wine from a pitcher, and handed one to each of his co-conspirators. "Tonight, my friends, we celebrate the feast of Dionysus. Now, it goes without saying that old Cleitus is going to get merry, as he usually does, so we'll organise an accident."
CAROLE ANN FORD: What sort of accident did he have in mind? Iollus asked.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Shall we say, drowned in a tub of wine? It would be an ignoble end for such a grand warrior as Cleitus."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Iollus and Glaucias began to laugh.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "I'm glad that it amuses you, gentlemen. Iollus - go and remind Alexander that something terrible is going to happen tonight, will you?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: And should he tell Alexander that the prophecy came straight from Apollo's mouth? Iollus asked.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Antipater shook his head. "Alexander does not seem to believe in Apollo. Use the strangers. Use the Doctor and his friends instead."

CAROLE ANN FORD: Later that evening, Hephaeston joined Alexander in his tent, to prepare for the feast. He had brought with him a freshly-pressed tunic for his friend to wear. They shaved together in front of a mirror made of polished silver. "You will not enjoy wine tonight, Alexander, will you?" Hephaeston asked.
(Washing with water from a basin.)
JOHN DORNEY: (laugh:) "A little. To wash down the dust of recent wars, Hephaeston."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Drink in moderation, Alexander. Wine and your temper are not the best of friends," his friend cautioned.
JOHN DORNEY: (laugh:) "By Zeus, Hephaeston, you are worse than my nurse."
(Tent flap moved.)
JOHN DORNEY: "Now, who is this who comes to disturb us?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: Iollus walked into the tent, and looked bitterly at Alexander and at Hephaeston. Hephaeston shrugged, and continued shaving. But Alexander wiped his face, and asked Iollus his business. "I see you have decided against leaving Babylon," Iollus said.
JOHN DORNEY: "Yes, and tomorrow we shall enter the city, and don't tell me that's not wise, Iollus, on account of your prophecy."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Iollus looked slyly at Alexander. The prophecy was true, he assured the King, and he should beware of the four omens which supported his prophecy.
JOHN DORNEY: "Omens? What omens? Look Iollus, you have joined me in my campaigns because a Greek army feels unprotected without a prophet, and I tolerate you because of this. But toleration does not mean that I have to believe in your ... hallucinations."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Then what about the strangers? Iollus asked. And now Hephaeston stopped shaving and joined his friend to listen to Iollus continue. "Remember I said that the four-headed misfortune awaits you, Sire, and now we have four strangers, arriving out of nowhere, at the exact time that I declared my prophecy. The four strangers personify the misfortunes. For each one of them, there will be a catastrophe."
JOHN DORNEY: "There will be a catastrophe for you if you do not leave my tent."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Iollus glowered at Alexander and Hephaeston. "Very well, I have done my duty. I warn you for the last time, do not remain by Babylon. Leave now before it's too late. Tragedy is by your elbow and it might strike at any moment," he proclaimed.
JOHN DORNEY: "You have had your say, now get out! I must get rid of him, Hephaeston. He is a bad influence on the army."

(Sound of night birds.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Wearing splendid silk robes which Alexander had thoughtfully provided them, Susan and Barbara hurried off to the tent, where the Festival of Dionysus was to be held. The moon hung full in the night sky, and in the trees owls hooted.
(Sound of men chatting in the distance.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Susan urged Barbara to hurry, otherwise they'd be late for the feast. Already they could hear the sound of merriment in the distance. Barbara however had other things on her mind. Susan pointed to Cleitus, who was also making his way towards the festival tent. "There's Father Cleitus. You can ask him what the date is, then you'll know about Alexander." Barbara shook her head. She wasn't too sure she wanted to know, she told Susan.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Cleitus, however, had spotted them, and he walked up and greeted them with a smile.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Cleitus, what's the date?" Barbara wants to know.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: It was the season between wars, Cleitus replied. He looked up at the night sky. Did not the full moon look beautiful tonight? he asked them. Susan agreed that it did.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Hmm. Isn't it marvellous. Centuries pass by, and the moon hardly changes."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Cleitus smiled at Susan's enthusiasm. Yes, the moon was as old as his own aged and crumbling body, he said. "But at the moment, it is shining over Thessaly, and I envy it," he said with a sigh.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara smiled sympathetically at the old man, recognising in him the same feeling she'd experienced in her travels with the Doctor. He was homesick, she realised, and asked him how long he'd been away from his own land.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "I've been away a whole lifetime, and now, I long for the smell of mountains, and for the sons who have grown stronger than me, and the daughters who have become mothers. I cannot help wondering if I will ever see them again. No matter. Tonight, we celebrate Dionysus, and I for one will drink to the memory of my beloved Greece, and you my ladies had better hurry up. Alexander expects punctuality from his guests," he said and waved them away.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Susan and Barbara hurried off in the direction of the tent, leaving Cleitus alone.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: For a moment he stood there misty-eyed, looking into the southern skies in the direction of his homeland, and then he turned, and followed Susan and Barbara to the feast.

(Music playing, laughter, glasses clinking, gentle conversation.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The great feast of Dionysus was now in full swing. A long wooden table creaked under the weight of all manner of exotic fruits and meats. The wine flowed freely as cup-bearers went to and fro, filling everyone's goblets. Before the table, magicians and conjurors performed tricks for the guests, and the atmosphere was convivial.
CAROLE ANN FORD: The Doctor, Ian, Barbara and Susan were seated at one end of the table with Alexander and Cleitus, both of whom were the worse for wear. Hephaeston and Colanus too were merry, but Ptolemy remained perfectly sober, his eyes darting here and there, ready for any sign of danger.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: At the other end of the table, Antipater and his fellow conspirators looked on, their goblets barely touched. Their eyes were on Cleitus who was seated next to the Doctor, and was regaling his friend with tales of his military exploits. He was finishing the story of how he had routed the Persian Army at the battle of Granicus River. Cowardly Persians had run away, faster than gazelles in a stampede, he said, and roared with laughter. Alexander however was not amused. He glared angrily at Cleitus.
JOHN DORNEY: "Veteran Father, refrain from insulting the Persians - they are our friends now! Doctor, friends, you must forgive Father Cleitus. He is all heart and - sometimes this makes him prone to prejudice."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Alexander was wrong, Cleitus claimed. What Alexander called prejudice was logic. Hadn't he always told the King, he should never treat those he conquered as his equals? There could be only two races in the world - the masters and the slaves.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ian was intrigued. Why did Cleitus think that? he asked. But before he could reply, Alexander interrupted.
JOHN DORNEY: "Veteran Father, this is not the time to argue! Have respect for Dionysus. Besides, we have to entertain our guests."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Cleitus ignored the King, and pointed at Ian. Did he disagree that the world shouldn't be divided into masters and slave? he asked.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ian said that he did.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Cleitus glared angrily at Ian, and demanded why he thought such obvious nonsense.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Very well, Cleitus. Have you ever seen a woman give birth to a child?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: Of course he had, Cleitus replied.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "And did any of these newly-borns have chains on their ankles or wrists?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Oh Ian, perhaps you ought to discuss this with Cleitus later. Alexander, can't you make them stop?"
JOHN DORNEY: "No, let them carry on. This promises to be good. I think Father Cleitus may have met his match."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Cleitus hadn't answered his question, Ian reminded him.
CAROLE ANN FORD: It was the stupidest thing he'd ever heard, Cleitus said angrily. Of course, none of the newly-borns had chains on their ankles, he replied. What point was Ian trying to make?
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Well, correct me if I'm wrong, Cleitus, but chains denote slavery. So if a man is not born in chains, hence as a slave, then he is not destined to become a slave. All men are born equal, so all men should remain equal."
(Clapping.)
JOHN DORNEY: "Friend Ian, I admire your argument, and I think everyone in this room would agree with you. What do you think, Colanus?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The elderly Indian wise man smiled at Ian and said, "I congratulate you. All men born equal presupposes divine intervention, and that is how it should be. The Gods are fair, and their is no prejudice in their creation." Colanus cast a knowing look at Cleitus before adding pertinently, "It is only men, with their greed and uncontrolled emotions, who try to be more equal than others."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Cleitus angrily slammed his goblet down on the table.
(Noise of goblet slammed down.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: By Zeus, he declared, the Indian was deranged.
JOHN DORNEY: "And what about you, Hephaeston? We have not heard your views."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "I am not a thinking man, my brother, but Ian's argument smells of truth," he said with a smile.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ptolemy too agreed with Ian. A man's life was in his blood, he said, and blood was the same colour for all men.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Even Antipater and his co-conspirators replied that they were inclined to think Ian was right, when Alexander asked them their opinion.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: With everyone against him, Cleitus stood up to leave the table. Alexander and all the others were all fools, he roared, and as blind as withered bats.
JOHN DORNEY: "That is enough, Cleitus! Now, fill up the cups. We shall pour libations to the Gods."
(Liquid poured.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: The cup-bearers rushed to fill the goblets, and everyone stood. Alexander raised his goblet, and ceremoniously poured the drink onto the earth at his feet.
JOHN DORNEY: "Accept our libations, oh Dionysus."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Everyone followed Alexander's example.
JOHN DORNEY: "Accept our libations, oh Amun. Accept our libations, oh Ishtar."
(Cup slammed down.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Cleitus angrily slammed his cup onto the table and cried out, "Never! Never to Amun! He is an Egyptian God. Nor to Ishtar. She is a Syrian!"
CAROLE ANN FORD: Everyone stared at Cleitus, who looked beseechingly at Alexander.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "My son, must you now integrate even the Gods?" he asked.
JOHN DORNEY: "Yes! I have united men with bonds of brotherhood and now I must unite their Gods. Now, sit down, Father!"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Cleitus shook a fist at Alexander and roared. "I accuse you of hubris, Alexander. Pride is a sin against the Gods. Would you deny even Olympus itself?"
JOHN DORNEY: "I said sit down, Father Cleitus!"
CAROLE ANN FORD: Cleitus showed no sign of obeying, and advanced dangerously on Alexander. Hephaeston and Colanus rushed forward, fearing for Alexander's safety. Cleitus pushed them angrily aside.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "I am accusing you in front of this gathering of irreverence, Alexander!" Cleitus bellowed. Alexander grabbed a spear, and pointed it threateningly at Cleitus.
JOHN DORNEY: "Veteran Father, another word out of you and I will send your soul to Hades!"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Cleitus laughed defiantly. He was accusing Alexander of betrayal, he said. Alexander was a traitor to Greece, and to the very Gods themselves. Alexander raised his spear, and would have thrown it, if Ptolemy had not blocked his way at the last second. Hephaeston and Colanus rushed over to the King's side. Alexander had lowered his spear now, and tears were running down his cheeks, as he watched Ptolemy take Cleitus firmly by the arm, and usher him out of the tent.
JOHN DORNEY: "He called me a traitor. Father Cleitus called me, Alexander, a traitor. Father Cleitus!"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: There was the sound of a scuffle outside. Cleitus stormed back into the tent, with Ptolemy running after him. Alexander pushed Hephaeston and Colanus aside, and raised his spear once again.
JOHN DORNEY: "Take back your words, Cleitus, do not make me kill you."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Cleitus looked at the spear, and then ripped open his tunic to reveal his bare chest.
(Tearing of fabric.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Would Alexander really kill his father? he taunted. Would he sap the strength of those arms that has saved his life in so many past battles? he asked. Alexander's spear was now perilously close to Cleitus's chest.

(Closing Doctor Who theme music composed by Ron Grainer and the BBC Radiophonic Workshop, with no announcer.)

3: A MAN MUST DIE

(Opening Doctor Who theme music composed by Ron Grainer and the BBC Radiophonic Workshop, with no announcer.)

WILLIAM RUSSELL: Alexander's spear was now perilously close to Cleitus's chest. Alexander was shaking with rage as his old friend looked defiantly at him, daring him to strike. Ian, who had been watching the brawl with the Doctor, Susan and Barbara, moved forward to wrest the spear from Alexander, but the Doctor held him back. They mustn't get involved in other people's quarrels, he told him.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara looked at Alexander and Cleitus who were facing each other, neither of them prepared to back down. "I don't think there's anything you can do," she said softly, suddenly realising, suddenly remembering what was about to happen.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ignoring the Doctor's advice, Ian moved towards Cleitus, hoping to grab him from behind and pull him away from Alexander. No-one, however, had spotted Iollus, who had remained in the shadows with Antipater and Glaucias. He now stepped forward and also approached Cleitus from behind. Quickly, Iollus pushed Ian out of the way. Ian tripped over a stool and fell to the ground.
(Noise of this fall heard.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Hephaeston came up to Alexander, and stretched out his hand to take the spear, which was still pointed at Cleitus's bare chest. But Iollus was too quick. Pretending to help, he reached out for Cleitus, and pushed him right onto Alexander's spear.
(Screams.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Susan and Barbara screamed, and Ian jumped up from where he had fallen to come to Cleitus's aid. Iollus meanwhile retreated to the back of the tent and smiled at his fellow conspirators. It was a smile and a look which did not go unnoticed by the Doctor. Alexander was supporting Cleitus, and hot tears were rolling down his face. As sober now, he helped the dying man to the ground, where he cradled him gently in his arms. Cleitus looked up at Alexander. There was no hatred in his dying eyes now, only love for his King. He opened his mouth to speak, but his breath was fading, and Alexander had to lean close to hear him. "Oh, son. My son. Forgive me. I lost my temper," he whispered. Cleitus's eyes closed, and he breathed his last. Slowly, Alexander pulled himself up to his feet, and looked down at the dead body of his beloved Father Cleitus, and then, something seemed to snap in him. He pulled the spear from the dead man's body, and before anyone could stop him, raised and pointed it to his own chest.
JOHN DORNEY: "By Zeus, Veteran Father, you shall not die alone. Cleitus!"
(Sound of struggle.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ian and Ptolemy struggled with Alexander, trying to wrest the spear from him. Alexander was too strong for them. He pushed them away furious, and bellowing Cleitus's name one final time...
JOHN DORNEY: "Cleitus!"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: ... brought the spear down.
CAROLE ANN FORD: When Hephaeston struck the King over the head with a heavy cup...
(Metal tin bashing sound, then Alexander sigh.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: ... Alexander groaned and slumped unconscious to the floor...
(Spear falling.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: and the spear clattered to the ground.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Gently, Ptolemy picked up Alexander's unconscious body, and with Hephaeston's help, carried him out of the tent.
CAROLE ANN FORD: While Ian, Barbara and Susan looked down in horror at Cleitus's dead body, the Doctor stared accusingly at Iollus, who was huddled in a corner with the other conspirators.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: It was a look the prophet of Apollo did not return. Guiltily, he turned his face away.

(Sounds of morning bird-song.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: The following morning broke with a cloud-ridden sky, dark and funereal. Inside their tent, the Doctor, Ian, Barbara and Susan were still coming to terms with Cleitus's death, and the way he had died at the hands of the friend he'd loved. Of Alexander there'd been no news.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "It's all my fault. I should have kept my mouth shut."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Ian, don't. It's not your fault at all."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "No Susan, it is my fault. I shouldn't have argued with Cleitus. I should have realised that I was harping on his pet hatred. If he hadn't got annoyed ..."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "But you didn't kill him, Ian."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "No. But I was instrumental in his death."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara interrupted them. "None of us could have prevented the death of Cleitus," she said. After all, Cleitus had died that way. All the historians agreed on that point. Alexander, the historical Alexander, killed Cleitus just as they had witnessed. Susan refused to believe her. "It was an accident," she protested. Cleitus had fallen onto Alexander's spear. They'd all seen it happen.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Cleitus's death was no accident," the Doctor announced confidently, and Ian, Barbara and Susan looked curiously at him. Iollus had pushed Cleitus onto Alexander's spear, the Doctor declared, and he had seen him do it.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Could the Doctor prove it? Barbara asked. For without proof, such a wild allegation could only get them into trouble.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Of course he couldn't prove it, the Doctor admitted sulkily. When Susan begged him to keep his suspicions to himself for all their sakes, he reluctantly agreed.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "We mustn't get involved, Grandfather. Isn't that right, Ian?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "I should have kept my mouth shut."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Oh Ian, stop torturing yourself. You're not responsible for the quarrel. Anyone could have started it."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Yes, but it was me. How do you think it feels, being a catalyst to death?" Ian stood up, and rushed out of the tent.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara called after him, but the Doctor urged her to stay. He asked Susan to follow Ian.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: When he and Barbara were alone, the Doctor assured her that Ian would soon snap out of his mood, and besides, he said, they had more important matters to concern themselves with. They had to return to Babylon, get back to the TARDIS, and repair the ship's leak.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Well, nobody's stopping us," said Barbara.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor replied thoughtfully, "No. But Alexander has postponed his entry to Babylon. He might resent it if we went."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara nodded. The Doctor did have a point. "And I don't think we could sneak into Babylon either. There are always guards on the Ishtar Gate."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Yes. But if we could gain permission from Alexander," the Doctor said, and then added as an afterthought that he would be happy to go himself, but...
CAROLE ANN FORD: "But you think it might be better if that request came from a woman?" Barbara asked with a knowing smile.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Oh, very well. If you insist. And don't think I don't know your motives. You are frightened I'll be exposing that charlatan prophet to Alexander, hmm?" the Doctor said.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara smiled again. "Maybe," she said.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "That man can wait. We must try and find out who's behind the fellow first of all."

CAROLE ANN FORD: At that moment, Iollus was in Antipater's tent, with Antipater and Glaucias. Both he and Glaucias were laughing at the memory of Cleitus's death.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Antipater, however, distanced himself from their laughter. Instead, he looked thoughtfully at Cleitus's medallion of succession on the table before him.
(Men shouting in the background.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Iollus poured himself another cup of wine. "You're jealous, and all because I killed that stupid ox and not you," he said to Antipater.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Iollus had risked the whole operation, Antipater said angrily. "Because of you, Cleitus did not die an ignoble death, and even now, outside, the entire Greek army is competing in athletic contests in honour of Cleitus. The leagues around the countryside are smelling the smoke of his funeral pyre. That was not the death I had in mind for Cleitus. I wanted that wild boar to die like a pig, in degradation and shame."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "But he's dead now," Glaucias said.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Yes. He is dead now," Antipater said, "and now, there are three to go." With the hilt of his sword, he crushed Cleitus's medallion of succession.

(Athletic games sounds in the background.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Susan found Ian on a small hillside overlooking Alexander's camp. He was watching the athletes in the distance competing in the funeral games.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ian smiled, grateful for her company, but they kept a respectful silence, until they saw Colanus approaching them. The Indian wise man bowed and greeted them. The athletes were making their very best efforts, he remarked. It showed just how highly they thought of Cleitus. Ian didn't answer, and turned away. However, Colanus pressed a hand onto his shoulder, and made Ian turn and look at him. "Ian, I hope you are not bearing a grudge against Cleitus because he disagreed with your views. He was a great man despite his shortcomings," he told Ian. Ian shook his head and Colanus continued. "Cleitus never mistreated anyone, and never forced segregation. Masters and slaves were words he was obsessed with, but he never practiced his theories, otherwise Alexander would never have appointed him as one of his successors."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Ian feels guilty for his death, because of the argument."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Colanus assured him that he should not feel any guilt. "For if that were the truth, then we are all responsible," he said. "And isn't that the truth?" "No. Cleitus died accidentally. Like great discoveries, great deaths are accidental. Patroclus, for instance, died because he was mistaken for Achilles, and Achilles died because an accident made his heel vulnerable," the Indian said. "And that's supposed to be a consolation?" "It was," Colanus replied, "and especially for my friend Cleitus, who died in glory as an old warhorse should, at the hand of the man he loved, and by whom he was loved so dearly. If you have pity, Ian, waste it not on yourself, nor on Cleitus. Spare it for Alexander himself," he advised. Colanus bowed once more. "And now, if you will forgive me, it is past my hour of meditation, and I must leave," he said, and walked off back to the camp.

(Snoring.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Back in Antipater's tent, Iollus had now passed out in a stupor. He was snoring loudly, and still clutching a half-empty cup.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Antipater, however, was alert. He was sitting at the table, and holding in his gloved hand a beautiful and long-stemmed red rose. Glaucias watched on fascinated as Antipater carefully dipped the stalk into a small goblet containing a dark viscous liquid.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Seleucus marched into the tent. Antipater smiled knowingly to himself, and not taking his eye off the rose for one second, welcomed the soldier. "You took your time getting here, Seleucus. Have you made up your mind to join us?" he asked.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Seleucus shrugged. He was still uncertain whether he wanted to be part of the conspiracy, he told him.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Antipater carefully drew the rose from out the dark liquid. Tiny beads of red splattered onto the table. "With Cleitus dead, you are now third in line to the throne, Seleucus, and soon, we will have more results for you," he said.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Antipater turned, and held the rose aloft for Glaucias and Seleucus to see.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: He told them to observe the rose carefully. "It inspired poetry in lesser men than we, and like most beautiful things in the world, a rose too has its sting," he said with a smile.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Seleucus frowned, not understanding, and reached out for the rose. Antipater snatched it back before he could touch it.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Be careful. Unless you want to die a slow and painful death. For this rose is a rose for Colanus alone."

CAROLE ANN FORD: In his tent, Alexander sat on his throne alone, unattended, save for Hephaeston. His red-rimmed eyes betrayed the fact that he'd spent a sleepless night. Before him on the table, platters of food lay untouched, despite Hephaeston's urging him to eat.
JOHN DORNEY: "Why should I eat, Hephaeston? So that the body of a murderer should prosper long after the death of the murdered?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: It was an accident, Hephaeston insisted. He offered Alexander a plate of food, which the King knocked angrily aside.
(Tin plate dropped.)
JOHN DORNEY: "And I tell you that it was patricide, Hephaeston. It was worse than murder, and you should not have prevented me from killing myself."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "And with you dead, who then would have ruled the world?" Hephaeston demanded.
JOHN DORNEY: "You, Hephaeston. You are first in succession."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "I may be first in succession, but I am no Alexander," Hephaeston pointed out.
JOHN DORNEY: "No, that is true. You have not killed a father."
(Moving tent flap aside to come in.)
JOHN DORNEY: "What is this? I am in mourning, woman."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara walked into the tent. She bowed to the King and then to Hephaeston. She'd come to offer her sympathy, she said.
JOHN DORNEY: "Sympathy does not bring back the dead."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "No, but it does exult their memory," she countered, meeting Alexander's gaze.
JOHN DORNEY: "Then I thank you."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara acknowledged Alexander's gratitude. There was something she wanted to ask him, she said. Would he allow the Doctor, Ian, Susan and herself to enter Babylon? Alexander angrily shook his head. It was a request he could not grant, he said.
JOHN DORNEY: "I may be Father Cleitus's murderer, but I loved him, Barbara. And he is going to be mourned by everybody, even if I have to force it, and that includes you. Babylon is there forever. We are in no hurry to enter the city. You and your friends will wait till after the mourning."
CAROLE ANN FORD: There were different ways of mourning, Barbara told him. "We mourn Cleitus's death with our hearts, with as much reverence - if not love - as you do. But the Doctor has his TAR... his laboratory in Babylon, and work must never stop because of death, otherwise there would be no progress," she said. Could he not see the truth in her words? she asked.
JOHN DORNEY: "Yes, and the sincerity too. Will the Doctor's work eventually take you away from Babylon?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara said that it would, but that it would take some time for them to prepare for the departure. Certainly they would still be in Babylon when Alexander's wife Roxane arrived.
JOHN DORNEY: "We shall miss you when you go. Now, you have my permission to do as you please. And Barbara? When in your thoughts you condemn me as a murderer, remember that I loved Cleitus as if he were a god."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara smiled kindly. "My Lord, I don't think any of us ever doubted that," she said, and left the King's presence.

(Faint night sounds in the background.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Night had fallen, and the funeral games for Cleitus were ended. All throughout Alexander's camp, the old warrior's friends drank deep, toasting their fallen comrade, and remembering the great battles they had shared with him.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Colanus, however, took no part in the wake. Instead, the Indian sat cross-legged on the floor of his tent, meditating.
(Noise of tent flap moving.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: The flap of his tent opened, and Antipater walked in.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: In his gloved hand, he held the poisoned rose. He knelt down beside Colanus and apologised for disturbing his meditation.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Colanus assured him there was no need to apologise. He looked curiously at the rose, which Antipater placed on the ground before him.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "I thought you would like it. I've never seen the equal of this rose. Not in the soil of Macedon, nor in all the lands until Babylon," he said pleasantly.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Colanus picked up the rose, and held it up to admire. "My people say the rose is a weary traveller, but this proves them wrong. For this rose has been washed in the firmament, and moulded by the All-Powerful. It has travelled a long way, and is beautiful enough to crown a poet's head. I thank you for your gift, Antipater," he said.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Antipater stood up and prepared to leave. There was a custom in Macedon which might interest Colanus, he told him. "When admiring a rose, one should first of all feel its thorn."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "And let pleasure follow pain?" he asked. Yes, he had heard of that custom. He pricked his finger on the thorn, and a tiny drop of blood appeared on the tip of his finger. Was it not marvellous that the colour of a man's blood was the same as the colour of a rose? he asked Antipater.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Perhaps it is because blood and roses live such very short lives," Antipater said, barely concealing a smile. He wished Colanus a peaceful night, and left the tent.
(Noise of tent flap moving.)

CAROLE ANN FORD: Outside, Iollus and Glaucias were waiting for him. "Did the poison work?" Iollus asked. Antipater urged him to keep his voice down, and they walked away from Colanus's tent.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Colanus will fall ill in a few days, and then lie in agony for a week or so, after which time, he will take himself off to Hades," Antipater told them with relish.
CAROLE ANN FORD: And was he sure there was no antidote to the poison? Glaucias asked.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: There was none, Antipater assured him, and no-one would know the cause of Colanus's illness, or suspect any foul play, he told them. "It will be a most ignoble death for a warrior philosopher, and then my friends, we will be one step nearer to riches."

(Moving papers.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Some days later, after Alexander had declared an end to the official mourning period for Cleitus, the King and Hephaeston were in his tent, packing a collection of scrolls and parchments into a large chest. Alexander was also carefully placing plant and flower specimens into the case.
JOHN DORNEY: "You're excited, Hephaeston. Is it the prospect of seeing Babylon again?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: Hephaeston smiled. They'd been gone a long time, he reminded Alexander. It would be good to pass once more through the Ishtar Gate, and enter the city again.
JOHN DORNEY: "But it will not be the same, not without Father Cleitus. It has been a week since his death and already I feel like a born orphan. Now, have you packed my copy of The Iliad? Good. I have some plants here that might interest the Doctor. Pack those too, Hephaeston. Let him study them before they are despatched to Aristotle."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Alexander handed the plants over to Hephaeston, when he suddenly noticed that Hephaeston was not wearing his sword. Hephaeston went over and picked up the sword which was hanging in a corner. Its hilt was marvellously ornate, and studded with rubies and emeralds. The sword itself with its curved blade looked more like a Turkish scimitar than the ordinary straight swords worn by Alexander and the rest of his army.
JOHN DORNEY: "You must never forget your sword. You know how superstitious you are."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Hephaeston looked admiringly at the blade. Alexander was right, he said. He should never forget the weapon. "The old man of the sea gave it to me. 'Take it, Hephaeston,' he said. 'It is a strange sword, but very sharp. Never part possession of it, and only lend it to friends, for the day you lose possession of the blade, will be the day of your death'," he remembered.
JOHN DORNEY: It is a good sword, my friend, and it did me a very good turn. Remember when you lent it to me to cut the Gordian Knot?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Suddenly Ptolemy burst into the tent. Alexander had to come quickly, the Nubian said urgently. Colanus had been taken ill.

CAROLE ANN FORD: When Alexander and Hephaeston reached the Indian's tent, they found Antipater, Iollus, Glaucias and Seleucus already there. They were gathered around Colanus, who was lying on a low divan. His eyes were closed, and he was barely breathing. Alexander pushed the others away and knelt by his old friend's bedside.
JOHN DORNEY: "Colanus? It is me, Alexander."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Colanus opened his eyes with difficulty and looked up at the anxious face of his King. "I ... have come to the end of a long journey, my friend," he whispered, and closed his eyes again.
JOHN DORNEY: "Keep your strength. Where is the physician? Where is Glaucias?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: Glaucias stepped forward. Colanus was dying, he told the King, and there were no herbs or medication in the world that could save him.
JOHN DORNEY: "Dying? Nonsense. You are a physician, are you not? If you do not save him then I will not be responsible for your life."
CAROLE ANN FORD: He was a mere mortal physician, Glaucias said, and not Apollo the Healer. He could heal wounds and hawk maladies, but he could not chase away Death.
JOHN DORNEY: "Ptolemy? Go and fetch the Doctor and his companions. They may be able to save him."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ptolemy rushed out of the tent. Antipater and his fellow conspirators exchanged uneasy looks as Alexander dismissed them angrily from his presence.
JOHN DORNEY: "And the rest of you, get out. Hephaeston and I will keep watch over him."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Before they left, Iollus walked up to Alexander , a sly look in his eyes. Did Alexander not remember the prophecy? he asked. For the prophecy was now coming true. First Cleitus had died, and now it was the turn of Colanus.
JOHN DORNEY: "Get out!"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Iollus ran out of the tent, and Colanus opened his eyes once more. "Alexander, my noble friend," he began, forming his words with difficulty .
JOHN DORNEY: "Do not talk, wise old man. Keep your strength."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "I have reached my eclipse, Alexander, so bear with me, and grant me one last favour," he whispered.
JOHN DORNEY: "You can have the Universe itself if it is in my power to give."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "I know," Colanus breathed, and then slipped out of consciousness once more.
CAROLE ANN FORD: As he did so, Ptolemy returned, followed by the Doctor, Ian, Barbara and Susan.
JOHN DORNEY: "Doctor, have you the powers of healing?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor strode over to Colanus and felt for a pulse. "To a certain extent, my boy," he said. He took a handkerchief from his jacket and mopped Colanus's brow.
JOHN DORNEY: "Then do your best."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "He will. Don't worry, Grandfather is a very good Doctor."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor clapped his hands, suddenly all business-like. "This tent is much too crowded. Chesterton and Susan, you had better leave. Miss Wright - stay. I might need your help."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Yes, of course," said Barbara.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ian gently led Susan out of the tent. Hephaeston rested a hand on Alexander's shoulder, and then he too left with Ptolemy. Alexander turned to the Doctor.
JOHN DORNEY: "You must save him, Doctor. You must save him!"

(Sounds of birds in the background.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ian and Susan left the tent, followed by Hephaeston and Ptolemy, their heads bowed in grief. Antipater, Glaucias, Iollus and Seleucus were waiting outside. They affected an air of concern, and enquired after Colanus. Ian assured them the Doctor would do all he could to help.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Hephaeston looked sadly back at the tent. Colanus lying ill brought back memories of Cleitus, he said.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Really? How so?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: Hephaeston grew misty-eyed as he remembered. (Echoed:) "Once before in the Hindu Kush, we thought Colanus was to die. He had been badly wounded, but Cleitus went to visit him, and do you know what he said?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: (echoed:) "I could never see eye-to-eye with you, old wise man, but I love you, so get well."
CAROLE ANN FORD: (echoed:) "And Colanus did get well. Later, I asked Father Cleitus, 'What had made him say that to Colanus?' and I shall never forget his words."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: (echoed:) "As I watched Colanus lying there, loving him like I never loved him before, and fearing for him, I felt proud of myself, proud because Colanus and I had been friends, proud because friendship outweighs all differences of opinion, so I wanted him to keep on living as a friend."
CAROLE ANN FORD: (echoed:) "That is what Father Cleitus, the supposed champion of intolerance, said." (Normal:) Hephaeston brushed a single tear from his eye. "Should Colanus die, then I do not think Alexander and I would survive for long," he said.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "You mustn't think that, Hephaeston."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Oh Hephaeston, I don't want Colanus to die." Susan buried her face on Hephaeston's chest, and he and Ian each put a comforting arm around her.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Unmoved, Antipater and his fellow conspirators watched Hephaeston through resentful and hostile eyes.

WILLIAM RUSSELL: Inside the tent, the Doctor in his shirt sleeves had finished examining Colanus. Alexander was pacing up and down the floor.
JOHN DORNEY: "Can you save him, Doctor?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor removed his pair of pince-nez spectacles. "Save him? I'm not sure," he said.
JOHN DORNEY: "Can you, or can you not save him!"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor tetchily told the King to stop shouting, as Barbara helped him back into his coat. "I can try, young man, but I cannot promise success," he said.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara asked the Doctor what was wrong with Colanus.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: It was acute poisoning of the blood, the Doctor told her. "Probably anthrax. But what intrigues me is how he got it. It's already attacking his brain, you know."
JOHN DORNEY: "Then Colanus will die."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Doctor, there must be something you can do," Barbara said.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Of course there's something I can do."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Well then, what is it?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Give him an exchange transfusion. I won't be able to help the damage to the brain, but I'll be able to save his life," the Doctor told her.
JOHN DORNEY: "You save Colanus, Doctor, and you can have your choice of empires."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Did the Doctor mean he was going to change Colanus's blood? Barbara asked.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Of course he was, the Doctor said. They would have to dilute the poison in the blood. If they could keep on doing it long enough, then they might be able to get rid of the poison. The Doctor turned to Alexander. "Now listen, young man. There's not much time to lose. I must first define Colanus's blood group, and then that of your soldiers."
JOHN DORNEY: "But what are you planning to do?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor regarded Alexander as a school-teacher might a particularly dim-witted pupil. "I want your soldiers to become blood donors. About a pint from each should do, I think."
JOHN DORNEY: "Blood?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Yes, that's right. Oh, do tell him what it's all about, Miss Wright. I haven't got all day to stand around here and chatter."

WILLIAM RUSSELL: By the time night had fallen, a large group of soldiers supervised by Ptolemy had lined up outside Colanus's tent. There the Doctor and Ian had set up an improvised blood donation centre, and using reeds and feathers to extract the blood, and silver bowls to contain it, were processing the volunteers.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Susan concentrated on sterilising the instruments in hot oil.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: A little way off, Antipater and the conspirators watched on darkly, as Alexander and then Hephaeston gave their blood to the Doctor.
CAROLE ANN FORD: When they had finished, Susan dabbed their wounds, and bound their arms with fabric, before handing each of them a cup of hot grape juice. Alexander drank the juice in one gulp, and called over to the Doctor who was busy attending to another volunteer.
JOHN DORNEY: "When will you be ready, Doctor?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor ignored Alexander and continued his task of calling out for more volunteers. "We'll start the transfusion pretty soon, and by morning, we should have quite a supply to keep the treatment going."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Alexander nodded his head, satisfied with the answer, and walked off to be alone with his thoughts. Antipater, Glaucias and Iollus approached him. Seleucus remained in the background, not yet ready to be seen so openly with the conspirators.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Antipater bowed to the King. He was concerned that this giving away of blood was not proper, he said.
JOHN DORNEY: "Are you grudging Colanus your blood, Antipater?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Antipater quickly said he wasn't, but that a man's blood should never leave his body.
JOHN DORNEY: "Really? A man is born to spill his blood. He does so for his country, for his women and for his children. Look at my soldiers, Antipater. They are giving their blood away in exhilaration , for they know that it is in a good cause. Take example from them."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "But you cannot trust the strangers, Sire," Glaucias pointed out.
JOHN DORNEY: "They are doing more than you are to save Colanus!"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "But what they are doing is evil," Antipater protested.
JOHN DORNEY: "I do not care if it is evil! I do not care if from this very moment I am haunted by Furies, so long as the Doctor and his friends save Colanus!"
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Colanus is destined to die. I have already prophesied that," Iollus reminded him. "You are not a god, Sire. You are not able to alter his destiny."
JOHN DORNEY: " Perhaps not. But no-one can stop me from trying."

CAROLE ANN FORD: While the Doctor, Ian and Susan were attending to the donors outside, Barbara remained inside Colanus's tent, nursing the old warrior, who kept drifting in and out of consciousness.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Would the operation cure him? he asked weakly.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara applied a cold compress to his forehead. Of course it would, she lied.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Completely? Will I soon be able to get up, and attend to the needs of Alexander?" he asked.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara turned away, unwilling to meet Colanus's gaze, or answer his question.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "When will I be back to normal? In a year? Five years? Ten?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Well ... not immediately, but the important thing now is to save your life," Barbara replied.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Colanus looked long and searchingly at Barbara. "Fair lady, truth is a mutual bond between us. Do not break it now. Tell me the truth," he implored her . "Your hesitation tells me the truth," Colanus said, and laid a weakened hand on Barbara's. If she would not answer his question, then would she at least bring Alexander to him? he asked.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Relieved, Barbara left the tent, and returned moments later with Alexander. Upon seeing the King, Colanus propped himself up on his bed, and asked Barbara to leave them alone.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: When she had gone, Alexander sat beside his old friend, who took his hand in his. "I want you to build me a funeral pyre, Alexander, and if you love me, as I think you do, I want you to organise funeral games."
JOHN DORNEY: "No Colanus, you cannot ask that of me."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "It is my last wish, Alexander. I want to walk to the pyre dressed in uniform, and to die listening to the triumphant cries of the athletes."
JOHN DORNEY: "But why? The Doctor will save you. Have you no confidence in him?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Colanus said that he had every confidence in the Doctor. "But I also know the condition of my body. The Doctor will keep a dead body alive, it is a wonderful thing, but it is not for Colanus," he sighed.
JOHN DORNEY: "Why not for Colanus?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Because Colanus believes that a man must die when death becomes more attractive than life."
JOHN DORNEY: "Old friend, I cannot let you kill yourself."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Tears ran down Alexander's cheeks, and Colanus raised a shaking hand to wipe them away. "Thank you for the tears, my brave friend. They are the crowns of our friendship. Am I to understand that you will grant my wish?"
JOHN DORNEY: "Would you, if you were Alexander?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Yes, I would."
JOHN DORNEY: "Then I grant your wish."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Thank you. And do not mourn for me, for soon, we shall all meet again in another Babylon."

CAROLE ANN FORD: Throughout the night, Alexander had set his soldiers to work in constructing the funeral pyre out on the plains beyond the walls of Babylon.
(Hammering of nails into wood in the background.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Now as dawn broke, Alexander watched on sadly as the final beams were bolted into place, and servants doused the straw at the base of the wooden structure with oil.
(Liquid being poured.)
JOHN DORNEY: "It is ready. Hephaeston, Ptolemy? Go and fetch Colanus."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor had been observing the proceedings with Ian, Susan, and a strangely silent Barbara. As Hephaeston and Ptolemy moved off, he marched angrily up to Alexander. Ian followed, worried that the Doctor might do something hasty. "Young man, this is murder," the Doctor said, shaking his fist at the King.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Alexander looked oddly at the Doctor, as though he didn't quite understand.
JOHN DORNEY: "No. It is Colanus's wish."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "But you can stop it."
JOHN DORNEY: "Ian, please do not interfere."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "But the Doctor could save his life."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Do you want Colanus dead?"
JOHN DORNEY: "I would rather die myself than see Colanus dead."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "For goodness sake. You don't have to die. We can save him."
JOHN DORNEY: "Have you no respect for a man's last wishes?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "No. Not if it means suicide. What do you want to do, Alexander? Have the whole camp dead? First it's Cleitus, and now you're sending Colanus off to his death?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: Ian had gone too far. For a moment Alexander tried to control his fury, and then he snapped, and grabbed a spear.
JOHN DORNEY: "You will die for that, Ian!"
CAROLE ANN FORD: Alexander raised the spear and threw it at Ian. "Ian!"

(Closing Doctor Who theme music composed by Ron Grainer and the BBC Radiophonic Workshop, with no announcer.)

4: THE WORLD LIES DEAD AT YOUR FEET

(Opening Doctor Who theme music composed by Ron Grainer and the BBC Radiophonic Workshop, with no announcer.)

CAROLE ANN FORD: "Ian!"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: At the very last moment, Ian was shoved aside. The spear thudded harmlessly against a shield.
(Noise of this.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Which was thrust at the last second between Ian and almost certain death. He turned to see the shield bearer who had saved his life. It was Colanus.
CAROLE ANN FORD: He was dressed proudly in the full regalia of a King's general. Hephaeston and Ptolemy stood by him, ready to catch him should he fall. It was clear to everyone that it was only his willpower that kept him on his feet. With Hephaeston's help, he laid down his shield and walked forward to greet Alexander. "This is a day of great joy for me, my noble Alexander, and if I am to meet my maker, then do not besmirch this day with blood," he told him.
JOHN DORNEY: "I am sorry, Colanus. Forgive me, Ian, I lost my temper."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ian nodded, begrudgingly accepting Alexander's apology, but still not liking the situation.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Susan pleaded with Colanus not to offer his life up on the funeral pyre.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "It is for the best, innocent maiden," he said softly. "No, Colanus. Alexander, this is wrong." The Doctor strode up to Colanus. Didn't he understand that this was all futile, and that he shouldn't take his own life? Colanus shook his head. "I am touched, my friends, and sorry that we differ in our outlook. But what must be done, must be done," he said. "In which case, we won't let you." Ian and the Doctor both moved to block Colanus, and prevent him from reaching the funeral pyre, but Colanus called out to Alexander to stop them.
JOHN DORNEY: "Soldiers, keep them under guard."
(Swords drawn.)
JOHN DORNEY: "But do not hurt them."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: A group of guards sprang forward and surrounded the Doctor, Ian, Barbara and Susan. They moved them away at sword-point from Alexander and Colanus.
CAROLE ANN FORD: The Doctor's party could now only watch on helplessly as Colanus and Alexander exchanged one final parting embrace. Barely containing his tears, Alexander handed Colanus a scroll, the sacred document blessed by Alexander's priests which would allow him safe passage into the underworld. With the scroll in one hand, and his warrior's shield in the other, Colanus made his slow and painful way up the wooden steps to his funeral pyre.
(Slow walking on wooden steps.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Clearly now in great pain, he ascended the stairs, one excruciating step at a time, until he had reached the top. There, a wooden bier was awaiting him.
(Cheering.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: He turned, looked down at the assembled soldiers below, and saluted.
CAROLE ANN FORD: A great cheer went up as the soldiers returned his salute, and raised their spears high in the air.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Painfully, Colanus lowered himself onto the bier. He closed his eyes, and clasped the scroll close to his breast.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Down below, Susan was crying, and she buried her face in Barbara's shoulder. "Barbara, can't we do something?" Barbara shook her head. "It's all happening, Susan, just as it happened two thousand years ago," she said helplessly.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Alexander now came forward with a flaming torch. He uttered a solemn prayer, and then lit the straw at the base of the funeral pyre.
(Sound of flaming torch and burning.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The straw caught fire quickly. Flames licked greedily at the base of the pyre, and soon the whole structure was ablaze, sending billowing clouds of dark and acrid smoke high up into the morning sky.
JOHN DORNEY: "Warriors of Alexander, let the funeral games begin."
(Cheering.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: A mighty cheer arose from Alexander's men, and they dispersed to ready themselves for the games. Alexander with Hephaeston and Ptolemy approached the Doctor's party, and dismissed the soldiers who were guarding them.
JOHN DORNEY: "You must attend the funeral games in Colanus's honour."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor glared defiantly at the King, making no secret of his disgust at Colanus's death, and what he perceived to be Alexander's role in it. Susan was in tears, and Ian's face betrayed no emotion.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Only Barbara seemed reluctantly to be accepting the situation.
JOHN DORNEY: "It would be in accordance with his dying wishes."

(Owl hooting in background.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: It was night now, and the funeral pyre of Colanus had long since burned itself out. The funeral games were over, and a mournful silence had descended over Alexander's camp. Unable to sleep, Barbara had left her tent, and was surprised to see Hephaeston sitting on the ground and staring dejectedly into the dying flames of a camp fire. He looked up as she approached. "Is it the thought of Colanus's death that is keeping you awake?" he asked, and Barbara said that "Yes, it was. That and other things." Hephaeston was intrigued and pressed her further. "It's seeing history unfold before my eyes, Hephaeston. I was taught that one should look upon history objectively, but now I find myself emotionally involved, and it makes me very unhappy," she sighed. Hephaeston frowned, clearly not quite understanding. "Colanus is indeed a very lucky person. You mourn him as much as we do, and yet, you met him only recently. I will consider myself lucky when I die, if there will be others beside my Alexander who will weep for me," he said. Barbara started. "Don't say that," she said in a frightened tone. She moved a little way off from the fire and hugged herself, but not for warmth. Finally she took a deep breath, and - against her better judgement, but knowing that she needed the answer - asked Hephaeston what the year was. It was the year of the one hundred and fourteenth Olympiad, Hephaeston told her. Quickly, Barbara did a mental calculation. "Then that means the year is Three Hundred And Twenty Three BC," she realised, and then added: "We count our years differently to you, Hephaeston." "I see," said Hephaeston, who didn't see at all. But why did this date frighten her? he asked. Barbara abruptly changed the subject. She and the others would be leaving soon, she said, and inquired after Alexander. He was still in mourning for Colanus, Hephaeston told her. "Alexander mustn't be left alone at a time like this. He needs someone to console him," she said. Hephaeston sighed ruefully. "Alexander has always been alone, like all great heroes. The Gods have given him special dreams, and the burden of the world to support. He cannot sleep our kind of sleep, Barbara, nor can he grieve like you or I. He is at this moment crying like a baby, and it is best if the world does not see Alexander's tears." Barbara smiled. "You must love him very much, Hephaeston," she said. "Love? What I feel for him cannot be defined in one word. Alexander is the sun around which my world revolves. Without him, I do not exist," he said. Hephaeston stood up to go. "Tomorrow we enter Babylon. Let us hope that Alexander finds comfort in the city of a million fountains." Barbara urgently grabbed Hephaeston's arm. They mustn't go into Babylon, she told him. But when Hephaeston asked her why not, she could not reply. "We will go into Babylon. Alexander wishes it, and therefore we must."

WILLIAM RUSSELL: While Barbara and Hephaeston were talking, not far away the conspirators had gathered in Antipater's tent.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Iollus as usual was drinking, and Glaucias was following his friend's example, as well as greedily gorging his mouth with sweetmeats.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Antipater sat at the head of the group, contemplating Colanus's medal of succession, which lay before him on the table. Seleucus stood by his side, his eyes also fixed on the medallion. "Are you still in doubt, my friend?" Antipater asked. When Seleucus didn't answer, he brought the hilt of his sword smashing down onto the medallion...
(Noise of this.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: ... shattering it into tiny pieces. "Colanus's death brings you nearer to the throne, Seleucus. Do you not think that it is time for you to join forces with us?" he asked. Seleucus shuffled uncomfortably, but told Antipater and the others that he was still not ready to commit to their cause.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Iollus slammed down his cup and gestured at Seleucus. The soldier was prepared to let them do all the dirty work, he pointed out.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: They'd not done such a good job on killing Colanus with poison, Seleucus remarked snidely. Colanus had died only because he had wished it himself. The strangers could have saved him.
CAROLE ANN FORD: They would take care of the strangers, Iollus said, and poured himself another cup of wine.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "The strangers have nothing to do with this, Seleucus, and I doubt whether they could have saved Colanus anyway. The point is, are you prepared to join us, or not?" he asked once again. Seleucus said that he needed more time to think, but Antipater replied there was no more time to prevaricate. The deaths of Cleitus and Colanus had been easy to arrange, he said, but they needed Seleucus's full commitment for the deaths of Hephaeston and Alexander. From now on, Seleucus had to be with the conspirators, or against them. And if he was against them, Antipater said craftily, then Seleucus could kiss goodbye to his dreams of grandeur. "What if I denounced you?" Seleucus asked. "It would be your word against ours. Besides, even if Alexander did believe you, he would kill you on the spot for not having reported the plots against Cleitus and Colanus," the older man said. Seleucus was caught in a trap, and he realised it. Finally, he agreed. He would join the conspirators in their plot to kill Hephaeston and Alexander. Antipater smirked, and took a parchment out from the folds of his tunic. He handed it to Seleucus to sign. "I suppose this gives you the right of succession should I become King and then die mysteriously?" Seleucus asked sarcastically as her scanned the document. Antipater laughed scornfully. He and his fellow conspirators were not hungry for power, he assured him. Gold and riches had far more appeal for men such as them. By signing the contract, Seleucus would be promising them gold, should he become King. "And when you do become King, Seleucus, you shall not see us for dust - unless you take a trip to the pleasure houses of Athens?" Antipater laughed. Seleucus took the reed pen that Glaucias offered him, and scrawled his signature at the front of the signature...
(Signing on parchment.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: ... before handing the document back to Antipater. Antipater pulled out the forged medallion of succession he had made for Seleucus, and placed it over the soldier's neck. He had earned it, he said. And now it was time to attend to their next victim. Hephaeston was to be the next to die.

WILLIAM RUSSELL: A week had now passed, during which time the Doctor had spent much of his time extracting the heavy hydrogen, and spending his time between Alexander's camp, and the TARDIS on the other side of the Ishtar Gate in Babylon.
CAROLE ANN FORD: As she waited in her tent with Ian and Susan for the Doctor to return, Barbara hoped he'd soon have his Ship prepared. She wanted to leave in the TARDIS as soon as possible, she said.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "But why now, Barbara?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: "I don't think I can sit around and just wait for other tragedies to happen," she replied.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Wait for other tragedies? What do you mean?"
(Tent flap moved.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara was about to answer when the Doctor walked into the tent.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Ah. There you all are. I just thought you'd all like to know, we shall be leaving tonight," he told them with a smile.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Tonight, Grandfather?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "That's what I said, my child. I've fixed the leak, and we shall have enough heavy hydrogen by tonight."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara heaved a sigh of relief. "That's wonderful news," she said.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor agreed that it was. He also hoped they realised just how extraordinarily clever he had been at extracting heavy hydrogen out of crude oil to enable the Ship to run smoothly again.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Susan hugged her Grandfather and assured him that yes, he was most extraordinarily clever.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Thank you, my dear. By the way, I've just seen that young man. Er ... what's his name? Alexander's friend."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Hephaeston?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "That's right. I told him we were leaving. And - well, it's quite a coincidence, really - but it seems that they're all going to Babylon as well. Just think - you, me, Alexander, we'll all be in Babylon together."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Then we'll be able to say goodbye to Alexander and Hephaeston properly. That's wonderful news. Isn't that wonderful, Barbara?" But Barbara just shook her head and buried her face in her hand, dreading what the coming day would bring.

CAROLE ANN FORD: Over in Alexander's tent, the King and Hephaeston were making the final adjustments to their ceremonial robes, ready for their entry into Babylon. By his side, Hephaeston wore the sacred sword that had been given to him long ago by the old man of the mountains, and from which he could never be parted.
(Sounds of people and marching.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Outside, they could hear the army as it prepared to make its way through the great Ishtar Gate.
JOHN DORNEY: "Babylon awaits us, Hephaeston. A city of singing gardens and a million cascades awaits us. And yet without Father Cleitus or Colanus at my side I feel as if I am entering a tomb as dark as that of the Pharaohs."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Hephaeston smiled, and adjusted his friend's robes, and then stood back to admire them. Where would Alexander go after Babylon? he wanted to know.
JOHN DORNEY: "How can a man read the future, Hephaeston?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: "He could try planning it," Hephaeston responded with a wry smile.
JOHN DORNEY: "Read for me tonight from The Iliad, Hephaeston."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Hephaeston wasn't to be dissuaded. "Are we ever to return to Macedon?" he asked.
JOHN DORNEY: "But not a sad story, though. I have shed far too many tears recently."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Did I ask too difficult a question?" Hephaeston persisted. An awkward pause followed. Had Alexander even thought about planning the journey back to their homeland? Hephaeston asked.
JOHN DORNEY: "Oh yes I have. Do you want to go back, Hephaeston?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Yes I do."
JOHN DORNEY: "Then I will not stop you."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "You know I would never desert you, Alexander. If I am destined to see Macedon again then I will see it with you," Hephaeston said.
JOHN DORNEY: "It is not that I do not want to go back. I cannot."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Hephaeston smiled knowingly. "Because you have not conquered the whole world yet? Is that not too big a dream even for you?" he asked.
JOHN DORNEY: "Is it, Hephaeston? Take a look at Alexander's empire. Has there ever been such an era in the history of the world where men of different beliefs, of different colours and of different races lived in complete harmony. Where a dark skin could marry a light skin and not be condemned."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Hephaeston chuckled. "The world followed your example. You married Roxane, a Persian, but ..." Alexander cut him short.
JOHN DORNEY: "No buts, Hephaeston. Look what happened. We now live in an era where a Greek is the brother of a Persian, where Spartans, Nubians, Egyptians, Lyddians, Indians and a host of others join hands as one for the common good. Has there ever been such an era? And you want me to leave this world unfinished? Hephaeston, there are other races who must join the brotherhood."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "By force?" asked Hephaeston.
JOHN DORNEY: "I use force only when necessary, you know that. A great many who joined our union of nations did so because they wanted to. Even those who fought me became my friends when they saw my dream. I have not spent thirteen years warring because I wanted glory. No, I want the whole of the world to be like Alexander's camp. I want a world where men as different as Colanus, Cleitus, Ptolemy, Hephaeston and Alexander can sit at one table and celebrate friendship and goodwill. Can I now return to Macedon?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: Alexander was the link which bound the nations together, Hephaeston agreed. "But what worries me is what happens when the link breaks. What happens when you die, Alexander? Have you thought of that?" he asked.
JOHN DORNEY: "I have, and the Fates have cheated me. Until a short time ago I had you, Cleitus and Colanus to continue the union of nations in case of my death. And now there is only you, Hephaeston."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "I would not live if you were dead, Alexander," he said.
JOHN DORNEY: "But you would live, for you would honour my last wish, Hephaeston."
CAROLE ANN FORD: But what would happen if he died too? Hephaeston asked.
JOHN DORNEY: "Then chaos would probably rule once more. And that is why I have to try, Hephaeston. There is always the chance that people might remember Alexander and live as they lived under him."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "People have short memories, Alexander. They only remember gods," Hephaeston said.
JOHN DORNEY: "A man becomes a god by doing the impossible. And if it will help the world, then I will become a god. Now, let us drop this discussion, for mere words will not change our destiny. Come, Hephaeston. Babylon awaits us."

(Sound of procession, people talking.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Shortly afterwards, Alexander with Hephaeston and Ptolemy at his side, led the procession of warriors to the Ishtar Gate, and the entrance to Babylon.
CAROLE ANN FORD: By passing through the Gate, they were marking their departure from the field of war, and their entry into the goddess Ishtar's domain of peace and love.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Yet there were some whose thoughts were not of peace and love, and as Alexander was about to cross the Ishtar Gate, he found his way blocked by Iollus.
CAROLE ANN FORD: In a voice loud enough to be heard by all of Alexander's men, he warned Alexander not to enter the city. If he entered Babylon, he cried out, then disaster would surely fall on him and all his kind.
JOHN DORNEY: "You are blocking my way, Iollus."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: With an evil smile, Iollus moved out of the King's way, allowing Alexander and his men to cross the Ishtar Gate, and into Babylon. Iollus ran over to Antipater, Glaucias and Seleucus, who had been watching from a distance.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Their plans were going well, Iollus remarked with glee. Once again Alexander had ignored the warning.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The King was playing right into their hands, Antipater agreed. Whenever a catastrophe occurred, because of Iollus' prophecies, Alexander and the army would put the blame on Apollo, and never even suspect foul play.
CAROLE ANN FORD: There was another catastrophe to arrange, Glaucias reminded them. How were they to kill Hephaeston?
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Antipater laughed a cruel and hateful laugh as he addressed his comrades. "Let us see if we can improve on our previous efforts. Let Hephaeston's death be an insult to his manhood. Let him die a woman's death."

(Pacing.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: In the throne room of the palace of Babylon, Alexander paced up and down, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor. He paused only occasionally to take a sip of wine. By the throne itself, the ever-faithful Ptolemy stood guard. Suddenly the great doors to the throne room were flung open...
(Doors opened.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: ... and two Nubian guards led in the Doctor, Ian, Barbara and Susan.
(Walking in.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Alexander dismissed the guards, and walked up to the Doctor's group. There was an anxious look on his face as he grabbed each of their hands in welcome.
JOHN DORNEY: "Is it true what Hephaeston told me, that you are leaving?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: It was, said the Doctor. "We must, Alexander."
JOHN DORNEY: "Poor Alexander, who is losing the company of those he loves. We shall miss you."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "You really are sorry we're going, aren't you?"
JOHN DORNEY: "It is a great pity that you will not meet my wife Roxane, for you would have been great friends. But that is life. A man must be on the move like a river. I have sent Hephaeston to fetch gifts for you. He won't be long."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara remarked they'd wondered where he was. They'd been expecting to see him here.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Please. You don't need to give us gifts."
JOHN DORNEY: "Parting company without exchanging gifts would denote enmity, Ian, and you have never been Alexander's enemy. We have had our differences, but - your efforts to help me in my distress have made me your admirer. Please, let me show you my appreciation."
CAROLE ANN FORD: If the King was to give them gifts, then they should also give the King gifts, Barbara said.
JOHN DORNEY: "I am a King, Barbara, and can afford gifts. You must keep your possessions to yourselves. Ian and the Doctor are scientists, and we know that they are always short of funds. They keep telling us often enough."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: (laugh:) "You don't judge a gift by its value, Alexander, but on how it's given."
JOHN DORNEY: "That is very true, Ian. I remember once I tried to enrich a Sinopian philosopher by the name of Diogenes. He was a very wise man. He lived in a barrel. I offered him gold and he refused, and when I asked him what he would like most for a gift ..."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor interrupted him. "And he said, 'Move to one side. You're shielding the sun from me.'"
JOHN DORNEY: (laughs.) "But that is exactly what he did say. How did you know that, Doctor?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: (laughs.) "The whole world knows that."
JOHN DORNEY: "Then the whole world must appreciate the wisdom of Diogenes. He showed that mortals cannot compete with the immortals in the manner of giving gifts, that the rays of the sun are worth more than all the gold in the world."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara stepped forward. "Where we come from, Alexander, a gift is given with the heart," she said, and removed the plastic bracelet she wore around her wrist and handed it to him. It was all she had on her, she said, but she would like him to have it.
JOHN DORNEY: "It is as valuable to me as the treasures of Cyrus. I thank you."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ian followed Barbara's example, and took his fountain pen from out of his pocket, and handed it to Alexander , who accepted it with thanks.
CAROLE ANN FORD: " Grandfather ? Aren't you going to give Alexander anything?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor fumbled in the pockets of his frock coat, and eventually pulled out an old-fashioned compass. Alexander looked on in wonder as the Doctor showed him how it worked, and how its needle always pointed to the North.
JOHN DORNEY: "Colanus mentioned something about an instrument such as this. There is a tribe beyond the Indus who use it."
DR: They were called the Chinese, the Doctor told him. Or at least, they would be one day.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "I am afraid I have nothing to give you, Alexander, except this."
(Kiss.)
JOHN DORNEY: (laugh:) "A gift is a memory, innocent maiden, and remains with the receiver until he dies. I shall remember you all for as long as I am called Alexander."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Well, we must get ourselves ready to go."
JOHN DORNEY: "Yes, and I shall find Hephaeston. I wonder where he is? He is probably having difficulty choosing your gifts. I will bring them myself to your laboratory."

CAROLE ANN FORD: An hour before Hephaeston had been walking through the Hanging Gardens on his way to organise the parting gifts for the Doctor and his friends. Occasionally he'd stop to smell the fragrant flowers, unaware he was being followed. Trailing him stealthily and keeping just out of sight were Antipater, Glaucias and Iollus. They followed him into a small arbour, where he'd paused on his way to enjoy the heavenly music of the plants.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Suddenly the conspirators broke cover, and threw themselves upon him. Caught by surprise, Hephaeston didn't even have time to defend himself. Glaucias and Iollus grabbed his arms and held him fast. Antipater drew out his sword, and brought its hilt crashing down onto Hephaeston's skull.
(Thump sound effect.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Hephaeston let out a moan, and thudded senseless to the ground.
(Sigh and thump as body falls.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Antipater ordered Glaucias and Iollus to pick Hephaeston up, and carry him off to a small hut in a secluded part of the gardens. They threw him down onto the floor, which is where he came to, to see their sneering faces looking down on him.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Glaucias was holding Hephaeston's sword, and Antipater was dangling mockingly over him his medallion of succession.
CAROLE ANN FORD: And then Hephaeston felt something heavy and alive move on his stomach.
(Hissing of snake.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: He looked down in horror at the black asp slithering up his naked chest. Its mouth gaped open, revealing deadly fangs, and hissed menacingly at him.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The door to the hut opened, and Seleucus walked in. He looked shocked at the sight of Hephaeston on the floor, the deadly asp on his breast, poised to strike. "See how the mighty are crushed, Seleucus," Antipater chuckled evilly. Hephaeston glared at him, all the time keeping one eye on the asp.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Iollus rubbed his hands gleefully at the sight of Hephaeston helpless on the floor. "Killing this brute with an asp is a stroke of genius," he laughed.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "It will be a fitting death, Iollus. It will be a love-sick woman's death for Alexander's little friend Hephaeston," Antipater agreed.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Hephaeston carefully raised his arm in an attempt to push the asp away, but the snake struck, and sank its deadly fangs into his arm. Hephaeston yelped with pain and then with his other arm grabbed the asp and crushed it to death in his fist.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "And that is the end of Hephaeston," Antipater said. He flung the medallion of succession down to the ground, and crushed it with his foot.
(Coin on ground being crushed.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Hephaeston tried to raise himself up, the asp still clasped firmly in his hand. The side of his arm was already bruised and bloodied. He demanded to know why he had been poisoned.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: They were making Iollus' prophecy come true, Antipater replied mockingly. And when everyone had been killed, then they would pass on the throne to Seleucus.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Hephaeston fell back onto the ground. The poison was working quickly. "But what about Alexander?" he asked. What would happen to the greatest Grecian who had ever lived?
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Alexander will follow you. He has lived much too long," he replied.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Hephaeston could hardly believe the words he was hearing. Suddenly, summoning up all his strength for the sake of Alexander, he sprang to his feet.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Glaucias, who had Hephaeston's blade, was taken by surprise. Hephaeston wrested the sword from him, and raced to the door, the weapon in one hand, the crushed snake in the other. Antipater unsheathed his own sword...
(Sword blade sound.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: ... and chased after the younger man, who had already reached the door.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Glaucias jumped onto Hephaeston. Hephaeston pushed him off, and then struck out with his sword.
(Sword strike, male scream.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Glaucias fell to the ground, dead.
(Body falls.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Hephaeston stumbled out of the door. Antipater raced after, and brought his sword crashing down on him.
(Sword clash.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: He parried it expertly, and then slashed at Antipater.
(Swish of blade, clash of swords.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Antipater leapt out of the way just in time. Hephaeston succeeded only in knocking a buckle off his tunic.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Wasting no time, Hephaeston once again thrust at Antipater...
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Who blocked the attack, but in doing so fell back, and lost his balance.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Hephaeston stumbled off, and out into the Hanging Gardens, using the dense foliage for cover. But the poison was now having its effect. He tripped and fell, then dragged himself up again and staggered on. A normal man would have died by now, but he struggled on, willing himself to stay alive just long enough to warn Alexander.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Behind him, he could hear the conspirators in hot pursuit...
(Shouts in the distance .)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: ... raking a path through the plants and shrubbery, he heard Antipater bark out instructions to Iollus and Seleucus, for them to split up and find him.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Hephaeston froze. There was a rustling in the leaves behind him. He threw himself down to the ground, scarcely daring to breathe. He could hear Antipater and Iollus looking for him, and then their voices became fainter as they walked away to continue their search. Hephaeston tried to stand, but by now the world was spinning around him. His legs gave way and he slumped to the ground.
( Body falls.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Still he refused to give up. Digging his fingers into the earth, he pulled himself forwards, crawling inch by painful inch, his one remaining purpose in life to reach and warn his King.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: By now, Hephaeston was so delirious that he didn't even realise that the sword was no longer at his side. It lay lost, in the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.

CAROLE ANN FORD: In another part of the Hanging Gardens , Ian and Susan were standing by the open door of the TARDIS, waiting for the Doctor and Barbara, who were inside checking the Ship's instruments. "I feel very sad leaving Babylon."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Yes, so do I."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Strange that Alexander hasn't come along with the presents."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Oh, he'll be along."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "What would you like him to give you?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "A cup, I think. It'd go just right with my mantelpiece . What about you?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Oh, I don't know. Anything, really."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor and Barbara came out of the TARDIS. They were all ready to go, the Doctor informed them, when they suddenly heard a rustling in the leaves.
(Leaves moved aside.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "What was that? It came from over there. Hephaeston."
CAROLE ANN FORD: More dead than alive, Hephaeston was crawling towards the TARDIS. In one hand, he still held the crushed snake.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor, Ian, Barbara and Susan rushed over to him. As they did so, they were unaware that they were being watched by Antipater and Iollus, who had finally tracked the dying man down. Seeing the strangers, the conspirators hid in the shrubbery.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Hephaeston was on the verge of death, and though he moved his lips as if to tell them something , no words came from his mouth.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: He opened up his hand to reveal the crushed asp. The Doctor pushed Ian, Barbara and Susan out of the way, and bent down to take a look at the wound on Hephaeston's arm.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Will he be all right, Grandfather? Oh, please say he'll be all right."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor stood up and sighed. There was little they could do for the young man, he told them sadly. "Here. Let me try." Ian knelt down and lifted Hephaeston's arm. He started to suck at the snake-bite, trying to spit out the poison. Hephaeston moaned deliriously.
(Moaning gasp.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: "He's only trying to help, Hephaeston." "Too late. It's too late," he said in a cracked voice. He took a deep breath, and gathering all his strength, said: "Tell Alexander. Tell Alexander." They were the last words Hephaeston ever spoke. With a final convulsion, his head fell back, and he died.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ian continued sucking out the poison until the Doctor laid a hand on his shoulder, and told him to stop. There was nothing any of them could do. Ian let Hephaeston's arm fall lifeless to the ground.
CAROLE ANN FORD: There was a cry of trumpets, and Alexander and his retinue entered the gardens, laughing and joking, and bringing with them parting gifts for the Doctor and his friends.
(Joyful sounds in the background.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Alexander smiled generously at them, and opened his arms to greet them. And then he saw Hephaeston, lying dead on the ground. The King's face fell. He frowned as though he couldn't, wouldn't, believe what he was seeing. He glanced over to the Doctor and then, like a sleep-walker, went over and knelt by the lifeless body of his friend . With a trembling hand, he touched Hephaeston's cheek. It was cold to the touch. Alexander closed Hephaeston's eyes, and then kissed him gently on the forehead. He stood up. Tears were streaming down his face. He clenched his fists, and raised them heavenwards.
JOHN DORNEY: "Hephaeston. Hephaeston! No! The world lies dead at your feet, Alexander. What God sitting in Olympus dares kill my Hephaeston? What God in Olympus dares this? Alexander waits for an answer!"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Iollus left his hiding-place and rushed towards Alexander.
JOHN DORNEY: "You, prophet, you? Then you shall die!"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Maddened , Alexander whipped out his sword, and drove it through Iollus, killing him on the spot. Antipater and Seleucus now came forward, and Alexander turned on them. Seleucus grabbed the hilt of his sword, ready to fight back, but Antipater came between him and the King . "You have killed in vain, Alexander. The prophet was about to accuse the strangers," he declared, and pointed to the Doctor, Ian, Barbara and Susan. Alexander spun round, and faced the Doctor and his friends.
JOHN DORNEY: "You killed my Hephaeston?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Of course they had nothing to do with his death, the Doctor said indignant.
JOHN DORNEY: "Silence! And here was Alexander bringing you gifts thinking that Hephaeston had forgotten his duty, whilst all the time you were killing him. Warriors? Arrest them."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Alexander's soldiers dropped the caskets of gifts they had brought, and surrounded the Doctor, Ian, Barbara and Susan. Alexander came up to them, and raised a hand as if to strike them.
JOHN DORNEY: "I will send you all down to Hades, and in such a manner that it will offend even the Heavens!"

(Closing Doctor Who theme music composed by Ron Grainer and the BBC Radiophonic Workshop, with no announcer.)

5: IN THE ARENA

(Opening Doctor Who theme music composed by Ron Grainer and the BBC Radiophonic Workshop, with no announcer.)

(Rattling of wall chains inside a prison.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "I wonder how we'll die." Alexander's guards had imprisoned the Doctor, Ian, Barbara and Susan in a dark dungeon in the depths of the palace. There they had been chained to the walls, and left with nothing but bread and water.
CAROLE ANN FORD: And still no word had come from Alexander.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Die? Who's thinking of dying, hmm?" asked the Doctor. "Well, we can't very well escape from here now, can we?" replied Ian. The Doctor harrumphed. Of course they could escape, he told them. If they kept thinking, then they'd surely come up with a solution. Barbara looked at the locked door of their prison cell. Even if they could somehow free themselves from their chains, she didn't see how they would get past the guards outside.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "I don't think Alexander would kill us. He's bound to find out that we had nothing to do with Hephaeston's death."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "I wouldn't count on that."
CAROLE ANN FORD: But why did Antipater accuse them in the first place? Barbara wondered.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Treachery, Miss Wright. Treachery!" said the Doctor. But before he could explain, the door to their dungeon was opened.
(Cell door opened.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ptolemy entered the cell, accompanied by two guards, who he instructed to unfasten their chains. Once they had been set free, he ordered them to come with him.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Susan searched Ptolemy's face for a clue as to what was going to happen to them, but the Nubian's face betrayed no expression. For all Susan knew, they were all being taken to their execution.

WILLIAM RUSSELL: Alexander, King of the Macedons and lord over half the world, was in his great throne room. His eyes were red with grief, and he'd cut his hair short as a sign of mourning for Hephaeston. His robes remained unwashed, and his normally beardless face was covered with stubble.
JOHN DORNEY: "More wine, friends. More wine."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Alexander held out his cup, which Antipater took. He walked over to a small table where Seleucus was standing guard. Antipater poured more wine into the cup, and then withdrew a small locket from the folds of his tunic. Making sure Alexander wasn't watching, he poured the powdered contents into the cup. The poison would give the King a high fever, Antipater told Seleucus In a whisper. It would sap his strength until there was nothing left of him but decaying bones...
JOHN DORNEY: "What are you two whispering about over there?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "We were just saying that we think you are drinking too much, Sire," Antipater replied.
JOHN DORNEY: "You're entitled to think whatever you want, but if you delay any more with my wine then you will not have a head to think with ."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Antipater bowed meekly and handed the cup over to Alexander who downed it in one, and then asked for another.
CAROLE ANN FORD: The doors of the throne room were flung open, and Ptolemy entered with the Doctor, Ian, Barbara and Susan.
JOHN DORNEY: "Leave us, Ptolemy. And you too, Antipater and Seleucus. We will see the strangers alone."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: As Ptolemy started to leave, Antipater asked the King whether it was wise to be left alone with the strangers?
JOHN DORNEY: "What has Alexander to fear? Two women, an old man and a scientist?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "They are here for their trial, are they not?" Antipater asked. Alexander said that they were. In which case, Antipater continued, surely he and Seleucus should also be present?
JOHN DORNEY: "I have noticed an evil streak in you, Antipater. You delight in other people's misfortunes. Very well, you may stay. And you as well, my noble Ptolemy."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Ptolemy returned, and stood protectively behind Alexander's throne, as the King addressed the Doctor.
JOHN DORNEY: "Do you know why you are here?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Yes I do, and I protest most strongly," the Doctor said defiantly. Antipater angrily told the Doctor to be silent, and made to strike him, whereupon Alexander told him to stop.
JOHN DORNEY: "Antipater, if you touch but a hair of the old man it will be the last act of your miserable life. I am to conduct this trial and I want no interruptions."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Antipater turned away, and Alexander turned his attention to the Doctor.
JOHN DORNEY: "If you have anything to say, say it now."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "I most certainly have plenty to say," the Doctor said angrily, but Ian stopped him, and suggested he should plead their case to Alexander in a calmer, more considered manner. Reluctantly the Doctor agreed, and allowed Ian to speak to the King. "Alexander."
JOHN DORNEY: "You have betrayed my friendship. Ian, I forbid you to address me as Alexander."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "None of us has betrayed your friendship, Alexander, because we are all innocent."
JOHN DORNEY: "Is that all you have to say?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Yes. You cannot support innocence with a million flowery words. Innocence stands out on its own like a beacon. Maybe you can't see it now, but one day you will. And if you kill us, on that day you will regret the injustice."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Alexander paused, and considered Ian's words carefully.
JOHN DORNEY: "Can you prove your innocence?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "It's the other way around, young man. A man is innocent until proved guilty. Can you disprove our innocence?" the Doctor asked him. Antipater told the King that he could indeed disprove the Doctor's innocence.
JOHN DORNEY: "Very well. You may speak, Antipater."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "The strangers were present at the death of Hephaeston," Antipater reminded him. "They had been crouched over his body."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "But we were only trying to help him."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Help him? That's easy to say. You kill him, and then claim you were trying to help him?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: "That's not true."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ever since the strangers had arrived in the Greek camp, three of Alexander's greatest friends had died, Antipater reminded him. Surely that couldn't be mere coincidence?
CAROLE ANN FORD: Alexander didn't reply, but urged Antipater to continue.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The strangers had been there when Cleitus had fallen onto the King's sword, Antipater said. Cleitus and Alexander had fought each other in anger many times before, but it had only been in the presence of the strangers that a tragedy had occurred. The Doctor had been sitting close to Cleitus the night of the feast, Antipater said. For all they knew, the Doctor might have pushed him onto Alexander's spear."
CAROLE ANN FORD: The Doctor started to protest, but Alexander ordered him to be silent, and to allow Antipater his say.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Antipater remembered that Colanus suffered a similar sickness when they had been campaigning in the Hindu Kush. He had survived that sickness. "It was only when the strangers started treating him that he decided to end his life. Was that coincidence as well?" he asked. "Your warriors fear you may be next, Sire. To appease the camp, you must exterminate this evil quartet, redeem the deaths of your friends, and prevent a fourth tragedy." "Alexander, if we've plotted the deaths of your friends, what did we expect to gain?"
JOHN DORNEY: "Gain?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Without gain, nobody commits murder. And murder is what we are accused of. What possible motive could we have had? We, who came to your camp as travellers, enjoyed your hospitality, were about to leave. We brought nothing here except friendship, and we were taking away nothing except the memory of this friendship. Why then should we decide to cause death all around? It doesn't make sense. Any of your generals might stand to gain by the deaths of your friend, including Antipater, but not us." "You are accusing me? You, who are on trial here?" asked Antipater. "The strangers were under the command of an evil god," he said. "It was just as Iollus had said."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara, who'd remained silent so far, addressed Alexander. There was no way they could argue against Antipater's claims that they were being used by an evil god, she told him. "After all, no-one could check the truth of such a statement," she pointed out.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Alexander told Barbara to continue.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Denial is never a potent weapon against such a wilfully-concocted accusation. The stigma remains with us, whilst our accuser hides behind a vague misty supernatural," she told him.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Antipater started to protest...
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Do you mind? I'm talking." Couldn't Alexander see how attached they had been to him? Barbara asked. And not just to him, but to Hephaeston, Colanus and Cleitus as well.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Still Alexander remained silent. He regarded the faces of Barbara, the Doctor, Ian, Susan and Antipater in turn, and sipped thoughtfully on his drink.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "And don't forget, we could have saved Colanus but you wouldn't let us. Why did we try to do that if we wanted him dead?"
JOHN DORNEY: "I have now lost three of my dearest friends. A chain of events which has left me devoid of feeling. So today Alexander is a machine who can judge not with his heart, but with logic. I cannot close my eyes to Antipater's argument, for it is true that since your arrival three deaths have occurred . Nor can I ignore the way you have fought off the accusations like truly innocent men. Therefore I have decided to compromise. I will punish only one of you. You are to die, Ian."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "No, you can't do that!"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Shocked, Ian said nothing, but the Doctor shook his fist defiantly at the King. "I won't allow it, young man," he said.
CAROLE ANN FORD: If Ian was to die, then she would die with him, Barbara said. "And so will I. And so will Grandfather."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Now, just a second, child. Er ... Oh, very well, then. We'll all die together. There, young man. Does that satisfy you now, hmm?" "No. Alexander, will you let them go free?"
JOHN DORNEY: "Yes."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Then let them go free, and kill me, in whatever way you choose. And Doctor, don't argue. There's no reason for us all to get killed."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "This is injustice, Ian, and we'll suffer it with you," Barbara said.
JOHN DORNEY: (laughs.) "You've done me proud, strangers. I was testing you. There are three qualities I value dearly in this world. Love, wisdom and courage, and you have shown them all."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "You mean ... you'll let us go?"
JOHN DORNEY: "Not quite. Despite these qualities, you may be evil. At least in the eyes of my warriors and in view of Iollus's prophecy. Therefore I intend to give you the chance to wipe out the stigma."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Alexander had to kill them all, Antipater protested, before they caused any more evil.
JOHN DORNEY: "Silence! All my ancestors, from Achilles onwards, believed that when a person's integrity was in doubt, or when they were accused of evil complicity with the supernatural, then that person was entitled to prove himself, in the arena."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "In that case, we are ready."
JOHN DORNEY: "Good. Because that is what I have decided. You, reverend old man, cannot contest in the arena. Therefore you shall undergo the test of truth as practiced in Macedon. You will walk the fire."
CAROLE ANN FORD: (gasp.) "Walk over fire? Grandfather, you can't!"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor seemed quite unconcerned at the task Alexander had set him. He said he'd be delighted to accept the challenge.
JOHN DORNEY: "And you, Ian, will have you prove yourself in a contest of skill and stamina. If either of you fail, then you will die to appease my warriors, and the women will be left to fare for themselves."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "What contest am I to take part in?"
JOHN DORNEY: "We are about to start Hephaeston's funeral games. You will participate in one of the events. To prove yourself you must become champion."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "But that's not fair. Ian's not an athlete."
JOHN DORNEY: "He has the choice of ten events. Javelin, stone-throwing, running, discus, wrestling , marathon, jumping, chariot-racing, fencing and archery."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor, Susan and Barbara looked anxiously at Ian, as he considered which event to take part in. Antipater and Seleucus sniggered softly to themselves. It was obvious they thought Ian was no match for the finest athletes in Alexander's army. Finally, Ian made his decision. "Very well. I choose wrestling."
(Hearty laughter in the background.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Seleucus roared with laughter at Ian's choice, but was immediately silenced by an angry look from Alexander, who then turned back to Ian.
JOHN DORNEY: "Are you sure that is a wise choice, Ian? Most of my warriors are very good wrestlers, and some are twice as tall and twice as heavy as you are."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "I'll stick to wrestling."
JOHN DORNEY: "Then I admire your courage."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Choose something else, like running or jumping. Give yourself a chance."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "No, I'll compete in the wrestling."
JOHN DORNEY: "Then may the Gods be on your side, for you will surely need their help."

WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor's party had been returned to the dungeons while the funeral games were being prepared. This time, however, they had not been shackled to the walls, and fresh food, water and wine had been brought to them by Alexander's servants.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Ian, Susan and Barbara were discussing the forthcoming games and how unfair it was that Ian should be tested in such a way, while the Doctor sat a little way off from them, thinking.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Suddenly, he gave a little cry of delight, and clapped his hands together. "You know, I do believe I've got it."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Got what, Grandfather?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Who the real culprits are in all this. First of all, there's our accuser," he said.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Antipater?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor nodded. "And then there's that prophet fellow Alexander got rid of, and that second-hand witch-doctor, and possibly Seleucus. He's always hanging around with them." "I don't think I follow you, Doctor." "It's all quite simple," the Doctor told him. "Iollus had pushed Cleitus onto Alexander's spear, and he told them that from the very beginning."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "But we thought it was an accident."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "No! It had all been deliberate, just as the deaths of Colanus and Hephaeston had been." Ian shook his head, not quite believing. What evidence did the Doctor have? he asked. "Don't forget, my boy, I treated Colanus. He died of anthrax poisoning, and you don't get that from sitting down. You get it from animals or from infected earth. If Colanus had contracted it in an ordinary way, then there should have been other instances in the camp." And had there been?" asked Ian. "No," the Doctor said. He checked. And there was one more thing to consider. Had any of them noticed a small rash around a tiny scratch on Colanus' right index finger? That had been how the poison had been administered, he said. But by whom, and how? And why didn't Colanus himself realise he was being poisoned? The Doctor shrugged his shoulders. Perhaps they would never know, he said, and changed the subject. "And then there's that young friend of Alexander's, playing with asps at his age."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "You mean somebody planted it on him?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "But who?" Iollus and Antipater seemed the likeliest candidates, the Doctor said. "You're not just accusing Antipater because he accused us, are you?" "Of course not," the Doctor said affronted. He'd never been one to bear a grudge, he said, not altogether convincingly. "On the other hand, why accuse us, if not to put the blame on someone else. And Hephaeston. Do you remember? He kept saying, 'tell Alexander, tell Alexander,' and we didn't know what to make of it."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Yes, I remember."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Well, he must have been running away from them. Otherwise, why did Antipater, Seleucus and Iollus suddenly appear?" "I believe you're right, Doctor. Hephaeston was trying to warn Alexander."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara remembered the conversation she'd had with Hephaeston on the evening of Colanus's death. He'd told her it was the year of the hundred and fourteenth Olympiad, Three Hundred And Twenty-Three BC in their time. "I've just realised what Hephaeston's warning was," she said. "What?" "It is now Alexander's time to die."

(Trumpets sounding.)
JOHN DORNEY: "Hephaeston. Who would have thought that Alexander would outlive you. Hear them, Hephaeston. Hear the trumpets. Today the cream of our manhood will be fighting for your laurels."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Alexander got up unsteadily from his throne...
(Cup being knocked over.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: ... knocking over his cup in the process. It was the morning of the following day, and Alexander had been trying to blot out the memory of Hephaeston's death. He was about to pick up the cup when Ptolemy entered the throne room.
JOHN DORNEY: "Faithful Ptolemy. At least the Gods have spared you."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Ptolemy was carrying a long distinctively-curved sword, and handed it to Alexander.
JOHN DORNEY: "This is Hephaeston's sword. There is blood on the blade. Whose blood?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The body of Glaucias had been discovered in a deserted hut, on the edge of the Hanging Gardens, Ptolemy said. It seemed reasonable to assume that the blood was his.
JOHN DORNEY: " Killed by Hephaeston?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Glaucias's wound corresponds to the blade of Hephaeston's sword," Ptolemy confirmed, and reminded the King that its curved bade was unique in the camp.
JOHN DORNEY: "But why would Hephaeston kill Glaucias?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ptolemy did not know. However, the sword had been found among the bushes in the Gardens. The trampled plants there suggested that Hephaeston had been running away from the hut after having killed Glaucias.
JOHN DORNEY: "Then he must have already been dying, otherwise he would never have parted company with his sword. Which means that the strangers are innocent."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ptolemy took two other items from out of his tunic, and handed them to Alexander. They had been found in the deserted hut, he told him.
(Noise of two items passed.)
JOHN DORNEY: "Hephaeston's medallion of succession. And Antipater's buckle. See - it has his insignia. It must have been torn off in a fight."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Would the King now punish the strangers? Ptolemy asked. Alexander shook his head.
JOHN DORNEY: "I will not kill them. I was not going to anyway, for I suspected their innocence. But they must go through their tests to satisfy my warriors."
(Passing two items back.)
JOHN DORNEY: "Take good care of these, Ptolemy. For when the funeral games are over, vengeance shall strike this camp like a typhoon. I swear it!"

(Trumpet fanfare and sound of audience.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Never before in the history of Babylon had so many people gathered together to celebrate the funeral games. Not just Alexander's warriors, but all the citizens of the great city had come to the arena to celebrate the life and death of Hephaeston. At the edge of the arena, athletes stripped to the waist awaited their call, and the chance to win the victor's laurel crown.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: In the centre of the arena, a strip of smouldering earth, about five metres long, had been prepared. It had been covered with burning logs, which were already decomposing into ash. Ptolemy poked the ashes with a stick, and they glowed bright and red-hot. Soldiers escorted the Doctor, Ian, Susan and Barbara into the arena. Ian was wearing a wrestling tunic, and the Doctor had removed his shoes and socks.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Watching all this on his throne was Alexander, attended on either side by Antipater and Seleucus. He was perspiring heavily. Alexander held out his cup.
(Powder added, liquid poured.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Antipater took it, and covertly added another lot of powder into the drink before refilling it, and returning it to the King.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "That was the last of the poison," Antipater whispered to Seleucus. Soon Alexander would be dead, and Seleucus would be able to call himself King.
JOHN DORNEY: "What are you whispering, Antipater?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "They were merely talking about the old man," Antipater said, and pointed down at the Doctor in the arena.
JOHN DORNEY: "Do not underestimate the old man, Antipater."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Down in the arena, the Doctor was rubbing his feet back and forth on the ground. His companions looked on in concern. But there was a broad grin on his face. It was almost as if he were looking forward to his coming ordeal.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "How are you going to walk over the fire, Grandfather?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor continued shuffling his bare feet.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Perhaps they could plead with Alexander, Barbara suggested. Perhaps they could make him change his mind.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Nonsense, Miss Wright. That would be cowardly. Besides, I'm looking forward to it," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "Looking forward to it? But - won't you burn yourself ?" "Burn? Burn? My dear boy, it will be like paddling in the sea," the Doctor laughed.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Ptolemy, satisfied that all was ready, signalled to Alexander that the Doctor's trial by fire might begin. Alexander summoned the Doctor over to his throne. Was he prepared for his ordeal? he asked him.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Of course I'm ready, young man," the Doctor replied impatiently, and continued to rub his bare feet on the ground.
JOHN DORNEY: "Very well. May the Gods be with you."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Take care, Grandfather."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Good luck, Doctor." A hush descended upon the crowd, as the Doctor strode confidently towards the strip of red-hot ash. He circled the patch of burning ground three times, shuffling his feet as he did so.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Ian, Susan and Barbara watched as the Doctor paused at the edge of the strip, wondering why he was taking so much time. His eyes were closed now in deep concentration, but he continued to move his feet back and forth on the same spot.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor opened his eyes, and grinned at his audience. "Here we go, then!" he cried out. And then, in his bare feet, he strolled down the path of burning ashes as casually as he might take an afternoon stroll.
(Cheering in the background from audience and gasping.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The crowd gasped, and cheered when he reached the other side, from where he gave the spectators a jaunty wave.
(Cheering.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Again he shuffled his feet a little bit more, and walked back the way he had come, to even more applause.
(Applause and cheering.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: By now the Doctor was enormously pleased with himself. He retraced his steps across the burning ashes again and again, and finally, gave an elaborate bow to the cheering crowds, before approaching Alexander. "Is that enough for you, young man? Or do you want me to do it all over again for you, hmm?" he asked.
JOHN DORNEY: "You have already been over-enthusiastic, reverend old man. You have passed the test of truth!"
(Cheering.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Alexander dismissed the Doctor, who rejoined Ian, Susan and Barbara.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "You did it, Grandfather, you did it!"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: " But how on earth did you do it, Doctor?" "It was all very simple," he told them. All he had to do was let his feet perspire.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "That was why he was shuffling his feet all the time," Barbara realised, but Susan still didn't understand .
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "By making his feet perspire, he created a layer of moisture which acted like a shield, so the fire acted on the moisture, but not on the skin. Isn't that right, Doctor?" "It was a neat little trick," the Doctor agreed, one that had been taught to him by a Polynesian King a long time ago.
(Laughter.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: "I don't know why we're all laughing when Ian has to go into the arena."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Oh, stop worrying about me, Susan, I'll be all right."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Seleucus left to join the athletes in the arena as Alexander called Ian to his side.
JOHN DORNEY: "Ian, the wrestling is about to commence. For the last time, I ask you to reconsider your decision. You may, if you wish, choose another event."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "No thank you. I'll stick to wrestling."
JOHN DORNEY: "Very well. You know your task. You must beat all the others and win the laurel crown."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Alexander called for the contestants to come forward, and the arena started to fill up with twenty or so muscular athletes dressed in the same wrestling robes that Ian was wearing . Ian joined the contestants in the arena, and Alexander ordered them to divide into two groups. Ian was assigned to one group, but was unaware that Seleucus had formed part of the opposing team.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Alexander acknowledged the athletes, and they cheered their King.
(Cheering.)
JOHN DORNEY: "You all know the rules, but I shall repeat them for the benefit of the stranger. Both groups are equally divided, and both groups must wrestle between themselves to produce a finalist. Then the two finalists must fight for the laurel crown. You can only wrestle with one man at a time. You are not allowed to punch, bite, strangle or kick. If your chest, your shoulders or your back touch the ground, then you are eliminated. Do you understand the rules?"
(Cheering of "yes.")
JOHN DORNEY: "Then may the Gods aid you, Ian. Contestants, you will start when I drop my arm. Let your muscles taste every drop of strength in your body, and wrestle with honour, for this commemorates the spirit of our noble Hephaeston."
(Roar of audience cheering.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Alexander lowered his arm, and the games began.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: A roar went from the arena as the wrestlers started to circle each other, sizing up the strength of the other side and picking their individual opponents. Ian paired up with a small muscular Greek. No sooner had their bodies touched, than Ian had thrown him effortlessly over his shoulder, sending him crashing down to the ground, and out of the game.
JOHN DORNEY: "Well done, Ian, well done. And now the next one!"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ian had no time to rest. Another wrestler, twice his size, came running head-first towards him. Ian stepped aside, and caught him as he charged past. He lifted him by the waist, before pushing him down to the ground.
(Cheering.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The crowds cheered. Ian's opponent stood up and shook his hand, before leaving the arena.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "He's going to win. I told you, he's going to win!" Barbara watched on, her fists clenched as Ian threw over yet another opponent.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor cheered, enjoying every moment of the contest, as Ian brought down yet another far stronger opponent. Alexander turned to Antipater.
JOHN DORNEY: "This what I would call scientific wrestling, Antipater. Observe how the stranger uses his body like - like a complex mechanism of pulleys. He reminds me of the legendary Theseus."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: He'd seen better wrestlers, Antipater said begrudgingly , and Ian still hadn't won, he remarked.
JOHN DORNEY: "He will, if there is justice in the Heavens, and if not then I will have to spare his life."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: That would be going back on his word, Antipater said.
JOHN DORNEY: "It is the King's first duty to see justice done. Ian fights with courage and nobility. To kill him would be a waste of a good life."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "May I remind you, Sire, that he and his friends are responsible for the deaths of your friends."
JOHN DORNEY: "It is your word against theirs, Antipater. Wrestling is my favourite sport, Antipater. Out there in the arena there is nowhere to run, nothing to hide behind. Under such conditions a man reveals his true self. And when a man fights with such brilliance against overwhelming odds, he cannot be evil. I will take his words every time."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Then you would be at fault," replied Antipater.
JOHN DORNEY: "How would you know, Antipater? You have never proved yourself in battle or in an athletic contest. Politics is your arena. You are bound to be a bad judge of character. Now, be silent, and watch the wrestling."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Down in the arena, there were only two left from Ian's group - Ian, and a tall muscular Nubian.
(Cheering.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: To the cheers of the crowd, Ian had the Nubian held in a chest-lock. Using his weight to his advantage, Ian pressed him down onto the sand. The Nubian struggled to break free, but his brute force was no match for Ian's skill. Finally his resistance broke, and he collapsed down onto the ground.
(Cheering.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The crowd cheered, as the Nubian stood up and shook Ian by the hand, and acknowledged him as the victor. Ian had achieved what had appeared to be impossible, and defeated all his fellow contestants in his group. But there was one more challenge before he could receive the laurel crown. He had to defeat the winner of the other team. Now, Seleucus faced Ian . There was a vicious and murderous smile on the conspirator's face as he growled at Ian. "This is where you get your neck broken, stranger. Nicator Seleucus challenges you to a fight, to the death!"

(Closing Doctor Who theme music composed by Ron Grainer and the BBC Radiophonic Workshop, with no announcer.)

6: FAREWELL, GREAT MACEDON!

(Opening Doctor Who theme music composed by Ron Grainer and the BBC Radiophonic Workshop, with no announcer.)

WILLIAM RUSSELL: In the arena, Ian and Seleucus circled each other, like two wild animals, trying to get a vantage position. "Come on, stranger. Attack! Or has your courage deserted you?" Seleucus snarled. Ian crouched down, ready to jump Seleucus, but the burly Greek was too quick for him. With a roar he charged at Ian, who sidestepped him and attempted to grab him by the shoulders. Seleucus easily shrugged Ian off. He turned round, and prepared to lunge again.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Come on, Ian! Get him!"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Alexander was watching the contest with interest. He turned to Antipater, and asked him who he thought the winner would be. When Antipater declared that Seleucus was bound to be the victor, Alexander smiled knowingly.
JOHN DORNEY: "Would you like the stranger dead, Antipater?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "You already know my views on that, Sire," he replied.
JOHN DORNEY: "Yes. But then, you would like a great many people dead. You're a very bloodthirsty man, Antipater. Now, watch the wrestling. You might learn a few things about how Man meets adversity and conquers it, without intrigue and without treachery, and just by being a man."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Is there any hidden meaning in your words, Sire?" Antipater asked.
JOHN DORNEY: "Watch the wrestling, Antipater. Watch the wrestling."
(Crowd sounds and grunts of struggle.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Seleucus now had the advantage over Ian. They were both seated in the dust of the arena, and the Greek had his mighty legs locked tightly around Ian's waist. He pulled Ian's head back, and the schoolteacher cried out.
(Male groan.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ignoring the pain, Ian reached out, and grabbed hold of Seleucus's ankle. Summoning up all his remaining strength, he twisted it hard. Seleucus howled out, and released his hold. Ian leapt up, and turned to face Seleucus, who was already stumbling to his feet.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Come on, Ian! Knock him out!"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "I will kill you for that, stranger . I will break your bones into sand!" Seleucus growled. "Don't lose your head, Seleucus, or you'll lose the fight." Seleucus charged again at Ian who, at the very last moment, turned sideways and crouched, forcing Seleucus's stomach to take the full impact of his shoulders. Winded, Seleucus staggered backwards. Ian took immediate advantage, and grabbed Seleucus's arm and turned the Greek around. Before he could fight back, Ian cut his legs from under him, and slammed the giant down on the floor.
(Body falls.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ian sat on top of him, pinning his shoulders to the ground. A cheer rose up from the crowd, as Ian released the defeated Seleucus, and unsteadily got to his feet.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "He's done it! Ian's done it!"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The defeated Seleucus got up, and Ian offered him his hand to shake. Seleucus pushed it away in contempt. "You humiliated me, stranger, and for that you will die!" he promised.
(Booing from the crowd.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: With jeers and boos from the crowd, Seleucus spat on the ground, and walked away from Ian. Ptolemy came up, and raised Ian's arm high in the air.
CAROLE ANN FORD: To tumultuous cheers, Ian allowed Ptolemy to take him to where Alexander, the Doctor, Susan and Barbara were now waiting for him. The other wrestlers had also assembled there, and all of them joined in the applause. All that was apart from Seleucus, who glared balefully at Ian. Alexander left his throne and approached Ian. His steps were shaky, and there was a think sheen of sweat on his brow. In his hand, he held a crown of laurels, which he placed on Ian's head, before declaiming his victory to the cheering crowds.
JOHN DORNEY: "Ian, I declare you Hephaeston's champion!"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The crowd cheered, and Alexander embraced his new champion. Antipater looked on with deep and bitter displeasure.
JOHN DORNEY: "You have made yourself dearer to me, my friend. Forgive me that I ever doubted your innocence. Warriors of Greece, companions, acknowledge our champion. Treat him like a brother, for he has brought a smile onto the ashen soul of our beloved Hephaeston."

WILLIAM RUSSELL: Away from the main crowd, Antipater mocked Seleucus, who was taking his defeat with bad grace. "You realise of course that we can no longer use the strangers as scapegoats? We have lost a political advantage," he told him. Seleucus shrugged. "That does not matter. We do not need them any more. Alexander will soon die, and will be King, and kill them all," he said. Antipater regarded Seleucus thoughtfully. "You have become very confident, Seleucus. You haven't by any chance been opening your mouth about the plots, have you?" he asked. Seleucus shook his head. Did Antipater take him for a fool? he asked. "Alexander has been making some nasty insinuations. Are you sure you said nothing that might put him on my track?" he continued. "Of course not," Seleucus said angrily, and then frowned. Did Antipater think that Alexander suspected him? "He suspected something," Antipater replied, and then added, "I do hope you did nothing rash. For remember, Seleucus. If I am compromised, then so are you."

CAROLE ANN FORD: Back in the arena, Alexander and his Greeks were still celebrating Ian's victory, with the Doctor, Susan and Barbara.
JOHN DORNEY: "I hope you will postpone your journey until tomorrow and allow me to be your host for one last time."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Why not, Alexander? We'd be delighted."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Oh yes, let's stay. Can we stay, Grandfather?" "No," said Barbara, they had to leave today, she insisted.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Oh, another day or two wouldn't hurt," the Doctor said. "Yes," he told Alexander, they would stay a little longer.
JOHN DORNEY: "Good. And then you can meet my wife Roxane. She is only a day's journey away. Warriors and companions, tonight we celebrate my friend's victory."
(Cheering.)
JOHN DORNEY: "You are all guests of Alexander."
CAROLE ANN FORD: As the soldiers and athletes started to move off, Alexander instructed Ptolemy to gather together all of his generals and advisors in the throne room. After they'd gone, Alexander put a comradely hand on the Doctor's shoulder.
JOHN DORNEY: "Now, reverend old man. Come and tell me the secret of your fire-walking. I'm a good judge of character, Doctor, and I'm prepared to wager that you would not have walked the fire had you not had a secret up your sleeve. Now, am I not right?
(Laughter.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: The Doctor and Ian both started chuckling, and Alexander led them out of the arena with Susan and Barbara following. Suddenly, Alexander's legs buckled underneath him, and he collapsed. Ian grabbed hold of him before he fell.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Are you all right?"
JOHN DORNEY: "Yes. Yes, I think so." (Laughs.) "Too much wine, I think."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara felt Alexander's forehead. It was hot to the touch.
JOHN DORNEY: "Wine always brings forth a man's fire, fair lady. Come, let us go."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Refusing either the Doctor or Ian's support, Alexander led the way out. Barbara stayed back for a moment and shook her head. "It's not the wine, Susan. It's not the wine," she said, with dreadful certainty. "What else could it be?" "He's dying, Susan. Alexander the Great is dying."

CAROLE ANN FORD: Some hours later, Alexander's Generals had all gathered in the throne room on the King's orders. Included in their number were Antipater and Seleucus, who stood directly before Alexander seated on his throne. Behind the throne as watchful as ever was the faithful Ptolemy.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Alexander took another sip from the cup by his side. In the past hour, his condition had worsened, and his body was bathed in sweat. He surveyed the crowd before him, and satisfied that all were present, addressed the assembled company.
JOHN DORNEY: "You all know that the strangers have been accused of treachery, and that they have proved their innocence by trial."
(Men muttering their agreement.)
JOHN DORNEY: "I am satisfied of their innocence. But I do not base this opinion on the results of the trial, but as a result of additional clues that have come to my attention. These clues are vitally important, for they make it clear that there has been treachery in Alexander's camp. Treachery that has taken Hephaeston's beautiful life. Perhaps even that of Colanus and Cleitus."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Antipater and Seleucus exchanged anxious looks, something which did not go unnoticed by either Alexander, or the ever-watchful Ptolemy. Alexander took another sip of wine and continued.
JOHN DORNEY: "I know that Cleitus died on my spear. But there is a suggestion he may have been pushed. In any case, this meeting will discover the truth."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Alexander made a signal to Ptolemy, and the Nubian General left his master's side, and walked over to a small chest, from which be pulled out something wrapped in the folds of a cloak.
CAROLE ANN FORD: As Ptolemy did so, Alexander examined the faces of each of his Generals for any tell-tale reactions. His eyes fell on Antipater, who bowed his head, unwilling to meet the gaze of his King.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ptolemy brought the cloak, and laid it down on a table directly before the throne. Alexander instructed him to display the evidence it concealed.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Wrapped inside the cloak were Hephaeston's bloodstained sword, his crushed medallion of succession, and Antipater's buckle.
(Gasps from the men.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Antipater gasped when he saw his buckle displayed before him. Seleucus's hand instinctively went to his sword.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Alexander called for silence, and keeping his eyes fixed firmly on Antipater, addressed his Generals again.
JOHN DORNEY: "Generals, you have before you Hephaeston's sword, stained with the blood of Glaucias whom we can prove he killed. You also have his medallion of succession, crushed. And finally you have Antipater's buckle, severed from his tunic by some force."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: All eyes turned to Antipater. Antipater started to protest, but Alexander silenced him. He would be able to defend himself later, he said. The King turned back to the Generals.
JOHN DORNEY: "You all know that I had named Hephaeston, Colanus and Cleitus in that order to succeed me in case of my death. And to make this decision known to the whole camp, I had charged Antipater to order the armourer to mould the appropriate medallions of succession."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Alexander reached out, and picked up Hephaeston's medallion.
JOHN DORNEY: "The crushed one is that of Hephaeston. I have not seen those of Colanus and Cleitus, unless Antipater has still got them. Now, my friends. Within a very short space of time, Cleitus, Colanus and Hephaeston have died. And if I die today, then the throne has no successor."
(Concerned muttering from the Generals.)
JOHN DORNEY: "Therefore I have come to the conclusion that the treachery was directed against the throne. We must know why, and then we must punish the traitor, or traitors."
(Agreement from the men.)
JOHN DORNEY: "And finally we must converse to appoint new successors to the throne."
(Agreement from the men.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: The Generals all murmured their agreement, and Alexander then addressed Antipater directly.
JOHN DORNEY: "And now, Antipater. Start explaining. Tell us why Hephaeston had to kill Glaucias. Tell us why his medallion of succession which was in your case came to be defiled so. And finally, tell us how your buckle came to be torn at the very scene where Glaucias met his death at the hands of Hephaeston. And make sure that your arguments carry some weight."
(Sounds of Generals saying things like "Yes, tell us," and "Explain yourself.")
CAROLE ANN FORD: The mood of the Generals was becoming angry, as they demanded an explanation from Antipater. Antipater looked around wild-eyed and frightened, desperately trying to think of an alibi. He looked for help from Seleucus.
(Sword being taken out.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Who unsheathed his sword, and rushed forward. "Traitor! I for one will not stand and listen to your lies!" he cried out.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Ptolemy ran out from behind the throne to try and stop Seleucus.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: But he was too late. Seleucus drove his sword through Antipater, who fell to the floor.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Furious that blood had been spilt in the throne room, Alexander got up off his throne, and collapsed...
(Body falls.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: ... unnoticed by the Generals who gathered around Seleucus, and Antipater's body. Ptolemy relieved Seleucus of his sword. Seleucus was a fool, Ptolemy said. Now they would never know if Antipater had any accomplices or not.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Seleucus looked down at Antipater and smirked. "I could not let a traitor live," he said.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Suddenly, Ptolemy spotted the fallen figure of Alexander at the base of the throne. He ran over and knelt by him.
JOHN DORNEY: "Too much wine, Ptolemy."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Alexander fell unconscious, and Ptolemy turned to the General nearest to him, and barked out an order. "Attalus, move the King to his chambers. I will get help."

WILLIAM RUSSELL: A deathly silence hung over the throne room as Alexander's Generals awaited word of his health. It had been over an hour since the Doctor had been summoned to the King's bedside, and since then, there had been no news. Some of the Generals were weeping openly, others paced up and down the throne room, casting anxious glances at the door leading to Alexander's quarters, hoping for any sign that the King would recover from the mysterious fever which had befallen him. Only Seleucus seemed unconcerned.
CAROLE ANN FORD: IN a corner of the room, Ian, Susan and Barbara were also awaiting the news. Of them all, Barbara was by far the most distraught. "I was hoping we would have been spared this," she said. "Are you sure there's no chance for Alexander?" " There wasn't," said Barbara. We are in Babylon in the year Three Hundred And Twenty-Three BC, and I've asked Attalus, one of the Generals, what the date is. It is the thirtieth day of the Greek month Decius, or June the Thirteenth. Alexander the Great will die before the day is over."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Well, don't be too sure. The Doctor's in there with him. He might be able to cure him."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Grandfather can't change history."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Nobody wants him to change history."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "If in history Alexander dies today then there's nothing anybody can do."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "I don't think he's dying today. Barbara, you must have got your dates mixed. He's a bit merry, that's all. Probably alcoholic poisoning or something - I'm sure the Doctor will think of a way."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "I haven't got my dates mixed up, Ian," Barbara said firmly. "Don't you understand, Ian? It's impossible, even for Grandfather to change history."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Why?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Because history protects itself. What is destined always happens. You can no more change the past than you can change the future."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Nonsense."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "It's true, Ian, believe me."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Look, Barbara says according to history Alexander died today. Very well. Suppose his illness is no more serious than alcoholic poisoning, and the Doctor can cure him. What can prevent Alexander from living?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Something will. Something always does. It's a safety device of history. It never allows itself to be changed."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Well, there's always a first time."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Ian turned, unwilling to listen to Susan, but Barbara believed her.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Oh, come on, Barbara. Be sensible."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "But I am being sensible. History is something that is continuous. The future is a direct result of the past. If you change the past, then you jeopardise the course of the future," she said.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Then think of this, Barbara. If Alexander is permitted to live a full life, then you can have a world united from Three Hundred BC onwards."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "No!" said Barbara. Couldn't he see? "Alexander did not live a full life, Ian. He wasn't meant to live a full life," she reminded him. Before Ian could reply, the door leading to Alexander's chamber opened, and Ptolemy came over to them. The Doctor wanted to see them right away, he said.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "How is Alexander?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: He was resting, Ptolemy told him.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "See? What did I tell you? Now, come along."

CAROLE ANN FORD: Ptolemy brought them to Alexander's chamber, where the King was stretched out on a long bed. The Doctor was sitting by him, checking his pulse, and occasionally mopping his brow. Alexander was resting, but still feverish. He was slipping in and out of consciousness.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor stood up when his friends entered, checked Alexander's pulse one last time, and then went over to join them. There was something he wanted Ian to do for him, he said. "Would you know how to build an iron lung? You do know what it is, don't you, hmm? You are a science teacher after all," he said. "Well, yes, I ... I know what one is, but - not in great detail." "It works on the principle of a bellows - build a chamber, out of anything you like, and make it operational by hand or by any other mechanism you can devise, but make sure that the inside of the chamber maintains a lower pressure than the outside," the Doctor told him. "I don't quite understand, Doctor." "I have to keep his lungs functioning. The lower pressure inside the chamber will inflate and collapse the lungs. Do you understand?" he asked. "Yes, but ... I'll need some help."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Ptolemy told Ian he could have as much assistance as he wanted, if it would save Alexander's life. He called Attalus in, and ordered him to put the entire camp at Ian's disposal. When Ian and Ptolemy had gone, the Doctor returned to Alexander's side, where he was joined by Susan and Barbara. "What's wrong with him, Grandfather?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "I don't quite know, child. It looks like pneumonia, and yet there are other symptoms too, just as if he'd been poisoned as well. But whatever it is, it's attacking his lungs," the Doctor said, and dipped his handkerchief into a bowl of water before wringing it out and placing it on Alexander's forehead.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Did Alexander have a fever? Barbara asked.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor placed her hand on Alexander's brow. "Feel it, Miss Wright. He is burning."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Well, that was it, Barbara said. Alexander the Great was dying.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Not if I can help it," said the Doctor.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "No, Grandfather . What Barbara means is that Alexander dies today, according to history."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Nonsense. Wait a minute. According to history?" he asked, as the full weight of Susan's words hit him. Barbara nodded.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Will you still try and help him, Grandfather?" "And change history?" added Barbara.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor seemed uncertain how to reply. He shook his head, and then looked back at Alexander lying unconscious on the bed. The mighty King of the Macedons now seemed as helpless as a new-born child. Finally, he took a deep breath, and made his decision. "I'll probably fail, Miss Wright. In normal circumstances I'd refrain from attempting to change history. But - he is an ill man, and it is the duty of every decent human being to look after the sick," he said. The Doctor took off his jacket, handed it to Susan, and started to roll up his shirt sleeves. "You see, Miss Wright, a long time ago when I was young and before I specialised in science, I was a medical student. I gave it up after about two years, but I did take the Hippocratic Oath to help the sick, no matter who, no matter where, and no matter under what conditions."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara smiled, and laid a grateful hand on the Doctor's hand.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Now, come along, then. I might need your help here."

CAROLE ANN FORD: Some little while later, Alexander was sleeping peacefully after the Doctor had administered some herbs and potions. When he awoke, Ptolemy, the Doctor , Susan and Barbara were looking down at him in concern. He smiled, a weak smile.
JOHN DORNEY: "I am lucky to have so many friends by my death-bed. I shall join my ancestors in bliss."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "The stranger will save you, Sire," Ptolemy promised. Alexander looked searchingly at the Doctor.
JOHN DORNEY: "Is this true?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor said that all that he could promise was that he would try.
JOHN DORNEY: "Mortals can do nothing more than try, Doctor. But how will you save me? Already I feel my life draining away."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: It was his lungs that were affected, the Doctor informed him, and Ian was building a machine that would keep them working.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "It should be ready soon." Alexander tried to sit up, and Barbara propped up a pillow at his back.
JOHN DORNEY: "I would like to live, reverend old man. Not because I am attached to life, for I am not. The pleasures of this world have long since deserted me. But you see, I have a dream. A good dream. A lot of people have mocked it including my teacher Aristotle the so-called wise man. They mock it by calling it the marriage of the East and West. But who cares what they call it? It is as good a name as any for such a beautiful dream."
(Sighing.)
JOHN DORNEY: "You see, I left Macedon just about thirteen years ago, to pursue this dream. I took with me twenty-five thousand men and five thousand cavalry ..."
(Marching sounds in the background.)
JOHN DORNEY: "... what the world has come to know as Alexander's army. Efficient in battle, brave as if every single man had the blood of Hercules in him. Not an army of ruffians, but an army who had glimpses of my dream, and had a greed to create the space for that dream to come true."
(Sighing again.)
JOHN DORNEY: "But in addition to these brave men, another army left Macedon with me. A subtle, passionately dedicated army which set about to make the dream come true. An army of scientists, geographers, astronomers, armed not with swords, but with intellect. And in as short a time as thirteen years, Alexander and his two armies cured the world of half its multitude of fighting blistered, shaped its geography, and bestowed brotherhood to Greek and to Persian, to Indian and Mongol, to Nubian and Semite. In thirteen years, Alexander and his two armies taught themselves and the world how to absorb the best of two civilisations, both by mixing the blood of different races, and by exchanging customs and beliefs, and today there is a brotherhood of nations, linked by love, culture and commerce. This is my dream, which is coming true. But it is still suffering its birth-pangs, and there is the rest of the world that still has to dream this dream, and for that, Alexander must be alive."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Ptolemy mopped his master's brow. Alexander would live to see his dream, he promised him.
JOHN DORNEY: "I hope so, Ptolemy, or it would be a great pity if the dream were to be killed in its infancy."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "It's a beautiful dream, but a dream not worthy of humanity," Barbara said sadly. Alexander looked curiously at her.
JOHN DORNEY: "Fair lady, why do you say that?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara sighed. "Because, men like you, men of genius, visionaries and godlike men, have dreamed the same dream time and time again, but their voices were heard for brief moments, and their dreams died the glorious death of a burning star. Man does not want to know about brotherhood, Alexander. Man is greedy. He wants to be able to touch and feel his exploits. He wants to taste - literally - his successes, and a concept like brotherhood is ephemeral. You cannot eat it, nor buy anything with it. It has no use for Man."
JOHN DORNEY: "You talk as if you have seen the future. Have you seen the future?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara turned away and didn't answer. Alexander looked to the Doctor.
JOHN DORNEY: "Can she read the future?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor too refused to answer, so Alexander asked Susan the same question.
JOHN DORNEY: "Your hesitation is my answer. I do not believe in foresight, Barbara, but you and your friends - with your exchanged transfusions and breathing machines - you are not like us. Perhaps you come from another civilisation beyond the territories that I have ventured to. Or perhaps you are Gods, temporarily on Earth. So despite myself I believe your words. Do you know for certainty that my dream is impossible? Answer me."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Still, Barbara wouldn't answer.
JOHN DORNEY: "Then you, reverend old man. Tell me. Please be truthful."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor took a deep breath before answering. "Very well, young man. We are travellers from another time, and Barbara is right. Man achieves unity three thousand years from now, and that only because they were on the verge of exterminating each other."
JOHN DORNEY: "Thank you for being truthful."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Suddenly they heard the sound of shouting from outside.
(Men shouting in the background.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Ptolemy rushed out of the chamber to see the cause of the disturbance.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Seleucus was standing in the way of Ian, Attalus and two other soldiers who had just arrived in the throne room. Between them they were carrying an iron lung, constructed from shields and pulleys. Seleucus glared menacingly at Ian, and his hand went to the hilt of his sword. "You will not use this evil contraption on our King," he said. "Out of my way, Seleucus." Seleucus drew his sword...
(Sword unsheathed.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: ... and advanced on Ian with a murderous look in his eyes.
(Clash of sword.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Ptolemy knocked the sword out of his hand. "If there is any further interruption from you, Seleucus, then I shall crush your skull," the Nubian warned, and commanded Ian and the others to carry the machine into Alexander's room.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Following Ian's instructions, Attalus and the soldiers set up the iron lung and moved it alongside Alexander's bed, as Ian explained its operation to the Doctor. "I ... I thought of a combustion engine, but I couldn't build it in so short a time. These pulleys here operate a pump, and that should decrease the pressure. Shall we try it?" The Doctor called Ptolemy over, and asked him to help Ian lift Alexander, and place him in the iron lung.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Alexander, who had been watching the setting-up of the machine in a subdued and thoughtful silence, raised a shaking hand.
JOHN DORNEY: "No."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "What do you mean, no?"
JOHN DORNEY: "I will not be treated."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "But this can save your life."
JOHN DORNEY: "I want to die. I have decided."
CAROLE ANN FORD: The Doctor, Ian, Susan and Barbara couldn't believe what they were hearing. Surely he didn't mean that? they asked.
JOHN DORNEY: "I told you before, I had only my dream to live for. Now I understand. It was a good dream, but it was a futile dream. Pursuing it I have shed blood all over the world. If I live, I will continue to do so, and I do not want to shed any more blood."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: But you must live."
JOHN DORNEY: "Must? Must? When there is no longer anything or anyone to live for?"
CAROLE ANN FORD: "No!"
JOHN DORNEY: "Yes. Remember my friend Colanus telling me that a man must die when death becomes more attractive than life? I now know what he meant, for it is time for me to join my friends and ancestors in the domain of the unknown."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor walked up to Alexander's bedside. He had heard enough nonsense, he said sternly, and he would cure the King whether he liked it or not.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Alexander ignored the Doctor and called Ptolemy over.
JOHN DORNEY: "Ptolemy, you've been a faithful friend throughout my life. You will do me one last service. You make sure that the Doctor is not permitted to treat me."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Ptolemy started to protest, but Alexander cut him short.
JOHN DORNEY: "That is an order, as well as a last wish. Will you refuse me, Ptolemy?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Of course he refused, the Doctor said, but Ptolemy shook his head. He could not refuse his King, he said. He could not refuse his friend.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Alexander pointed to the iron lung.
JOHN DORNEY: "Then break that machine right now. Break it, in front of my eyes."
(Sword removed.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Ptolemy unsheathed his sword, and walked towards the iron lung. Ian stepped in front of the machine, but the Nubian pushed him aside. He raised his sword...
(Machinery hit with metal several times.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: ... and brought it crashing down, one, two, three, four times onto the machine, until it was destroyed and lay in pieces on the ground.
JOHN DORNEY: "Thank you. Now, I want to see my warriors."

CAROLE ANN FORD: It was night now, and Alexander's Generals had assembled into the throne room to say farewell. Torches were lit, casting grotesque shadows on the wall, and the smell of incense hung heavy in the air.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: In a corner , a holy man sat, half-chanting a prayer to the Gods. Alexander's Generals filed past where the King lay on a simple bier, attended on each side by Ptolemy and Seleucus.
CAROLE ANN FORD: The Doctor's party stood a little way off, unwilling to intrude on their grief. Susan and Barbara were crying. As each General passed to kneel down and kiss his hand, Alexander raised his head, recognising each individual, and calling him by his name.
JOHN DORNEY: "Farewell, Demetrius. Farewell, Idomeneus. Take good care of that old wound. Farewell, Theocritus. When you reach Macedon plant an olive tree for me. I bid you farewell, my fellow warriors."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Suddenly there was a disturbance, and a young woman, escorted by two soldiers, entered the throne room. She was dark-skinned, dressed in exotic eastern robes, and was heavily pregnant.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The newcomer quickly took in the scene, and rushed over to Alexander's side. The King looked up, not sure if he was dreaming, and gently touched the woman's cheek.
JOHN DORNEY: "Roxane? Faithful Roxane. You have come to see Alexander die."
CAROLE ANN FORD: (sobbing:) "Will you leave me and your unborn child?" Roxane asked, trying to hold back her tears.
JOHN DORNEY: "Alexander's spirit is broken, Roxane. Physically and mentally it is impossible for Alexander to grab the reins of life."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "But who is to rule the world, Alexander?" she asked.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Alexander looked up at his warriors, and then at Ptolemy, and then at Seleucus, and then at each of his Generals in turn.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Who is it, Alexander? Who is to succeed the greatest Grecian of them all?" Roxane asked.
JOHN DORNEY: "The best man."
CAROLE ANN FORD: Ptolemy stepped forwards, and gently closed Alexander's eyes, and then turned to the Generals. Alexander now belonged to history, he announced, in a voice quaking with emotion.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: But who had Alexander named as his successor? Attalus wanted to know.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "The best man," Ptolemy told him.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Seleucus pulled out his forged medallion of succession for everyone to see. He was to succeed Alexander, he said. "Alexander named me as successor. This is my proof. Besides, I am the best man, and I declare myself King after Alexander," he told the Generals.
CAROLE ANN FORD: What made him the best man to succeed Alexander? one of the Generals asked.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Another said that he had as much right to the throne as Seleucus , or as Attalus, or as any of the others there.
(Men protesting.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: Soon the Generals were quarrelling among themselves so much, they didn't notice Ptolemy start to usher the Doctor, Ian, Susan and Barbara out of the throne room. Susan glanced over at Roxane, who was kneeling by the dead Alexander's side, ignoring the petty arguments around her. "What about his wife? We can't just leave her like that." "She is where she belongs - by her husband's side," Ptolemy replied, and pushed them towards the door. "There's nothing more we can do, Susan. Come on, let's follow Ptolemy," Barbara said, and took Susan's hand in hers. Roxane watched the strangers leave, and then looked at the Generals, squabbling over the succession, mere minutes after Alexander's death. She turned away in disgust, and then sighed and addressed her dead husband one last time. "Alexander, you have left the world to the vultures."
(Arguing continues.)

WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ptolemy took the Doctor, Ian, Susan and Barbara out of the palace through a secluded alley and into the Hanging Gardens and the glade where the TARDIS had brought them all those long weeks ago.
CAROLE ANN FORD: They had to leave immediately, he said urgently. Seleucus had sworn vengeance on them, and he might not be able to stop him.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor reached out and took Ptolemy's hand. Ptolemy bowed. It had been an honour to meet them, he said. "You'd better watch out for that Seleucus character. For all we know, he might have conspired with Antipater," the Doctor advised him.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Ptolemy didn't doubt it. "What other reason could Seleucus have had for killing Antipater, other than to hide his guilt?" he asked.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "Well, you'd better watch him, then."
CAROLE ANN FORD: "What will you do?"
WILLIAM RUSSELL: First of all, he would try and stop the Generals quarrelling, Ptolemy said. After that, he would return to Egypt and settle in Alexandria, which he described as one of Alexander's most beautiful creations.
CAROLE ANN FORD: And there he would follow Alexander's example, he said. He would encourage science, encourage people to inter-marry, and devote themselves to the idea of brotherhood, and if the Gods were willing, he would build the largest library in the world, so that Alexandria would outshine even Athens. And all of this, he said, he would do in honour of Alexander.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: "I wish you well, sir," the Doctor said, and turned to unlock the TARDIS door.
(Door unlocked.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: "You will succeed, Ptolemy. You'll create the Ptolemy Dynasty, and cast the seeds of a glorious era," Barbara reassured him.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Ptolemy saluted, and bade them farewell. He had to go before there was bloodshed between the Generals, he told them.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Farewell, Ptolemy." Susan took one final look at the ancient wonder of the Hanging Gardens, and then followed the others into the TARDIS.
(TARDIS dematerialisation.)

(Humming of interior TARDIS console room.)
WILLIAM RUSSELL: Inside the TARDIS, the Doctor adjusted controls on the console, guiding the TARDIS on its next journey through Space and Time.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Barbara sighed. "Just let's not see any more history for a while. It's too sad," she said. "Look! Look at the scanner."
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The Doctor, Ian and Barbara looked up at the image Susan had called up on the TARDIS scanner screen. It was night, on the great plain outside Babylon. Alexander's men were assembled in their thousands, row upon row as far as the eye could see, spears held aloft in honour of their departed King. At the head of them, proud and respectful, stood Ptolemy and Roxane.
CAROLE ANN FORD: Before them the flames licked higher and higher around the great Alexander's funeral pyre.
(Burning.)
CAROLE ANN FORD: It burned gloriously, illuminating the entire night sky. A beacon of legend, to be seen for miles around.
WILLIAM RUSSELL: The end of Alexander the Great, not with a whimper, but with a bang.
CAROLE ANN FORD: "Farewell, Alexander. Farewell, Great Macedon."
(Burning continues.)

(Closing Doctor Who theme music composed by Ron Grainer and the BBC Radiophonic Workshop.)
ANNOUNCER: Doctor Who - Farewell Great Macedon was written by Moris Farhi, adapted by Nigel Robinson, and starred Carole Ann Ford, William Russell and John Dorney.