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Rain Gods: Part 4
They were led by spear point to a village that seemed from Native American times; huts made of wood and animal hide. Only the hide was a pale blue and the wood from silver-grey trees that littered around the village that looked as though they were wrought by iron. They were led into the middle, the Doctor shifting in his boots and River balling her hands into fists; nervous and expectant. The middle of the old village was pointed out by a roaring campfire, the flames cracking and snapping as the wood burnt and the smoke circled high above them.
A throne was there, surrounded by stumps meant as stools for the lower class to sit on. They were empty but the throne held an occupant. Presumably the chief, the Doctor stepped forward and held out a hand.
"Hello, I'm," Instantly, he was cut off by a bold spear moving quickly to his throat regain and he faltered back, eyes widening. "O-k!" River let out the breath she hadn't realised she had been holding.
"Doctor, that must be their chief." She said, pointing discreetly to the aged man astride the throne. He was clad in leather, dark and worn. He had pale skin due to lack of sunlight and excess moisture. His hair was non-existent and bald skull had a fur trimmed hood attached to his leather breastplate.
"I gathered that River." The Doctor whispered. The men who had caught them where now talking to the chief in hushed tones and alien phonetics. They pointed at River and The Doctor.
"Play nice. Now, tell me, what are they saying? The TARDIS is out of range for me and god knows you can probably speak heathen." She said bitterly.
"Don't be mean to them….oh." The Doctor spoke and then stopped suddenly as the chief answered the men. The Doctor wrung his hands together and skirted around, not look at River. She stamped her foot and glared.
"What oh?" she said, her voice dangerous.
"They may be thinking of sacrificing us." He said bluntly.
"Oh lovely." She said, rolling her eyes and looked away from him, looking around instead for a possible way out, but all she came to were spears in her face. She had only wanted to see the Beatles.
"Glad to see you are thinking about the positives, dear." He said, smiling, missing the sarcasm.
"Sarcasm, husband." She said, exasperated.
"Oh." He said glumly, looking at his boots.
"What are they saying now?" She said, leaning to listen to the alien language. She understood none of it but the tones were getting heated and the chief was nodding.
"Well…now they are talking about appeasing their Gods." The Doctor translated.
"Their Gods?" She asked, puzzled.
"Rain Gods. Of course! We are on Torreniapluv." He smacked himself on his head, realizing. He smiled giddily and then the smile dropped as he remembered the whole about-to-be-dead issue.
"We are on where?"
"Torreniapluv. Loose translation: Torrential Rain."
"Great. So why do they want to sacrifice us? Not that I am not looking forward to death, of course."
"Well. It seems they wish for more rain."
"Oh, a worthy cause then." The men turned suddenly and shouted an order at them, jerking their heads to a mountain path. The spears jutted towards them, urging them on.
"Oh, we need to move I think." He said, and he took her hand, stroking it lightly to reassure her before letting go.