Story Time! Gereint and Enid
Epilogue

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Gwen finished her tale, even as Izzy marched back into the room.

Izzy folded her arms. "Gwen, what were you thinking? That story has
been banned - and I don't suppose you know the effects of a tomato
sauce shortage in a nursery?"

"That's blatant prejudice against the Welsh!"

"No, of course not, I'm only -."

"Yes, it is, banning traditional Welsh stories from the nursery,"
maintained Gwen, with a wink at the toddlers. "You'll be saying you
don't want me back next, 'cause of my accent - it's pure racism,
that's what it is."

Izzy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Thank you, Gwen. At
least you did manage to avoid any actual deaths."

"Apart from Adric," she confessed guiltily.

Izzy frowned. "Adric?"

"I'm afraid so."

"And was Nyssa anywhere near?"

"It's funny you should say that..."

Izzy sighed and rolled her eyes. "You know, really, it isn't..."

*
Eventually, after perfecting his death scene, the Master opened one
eye cautiously. It was dark and everyone had gone.

He sighed and picked himself up. No one ever appreciated his talents.

*
The Fifth Doctor had taken Tegan off to the Round and bought her a
drink to make up for the everything.

Eventually, and with reluctance, he frowned, and said, "Was the Book
suggesting that I'm not - er - always kind to you, Tegan?"

She grinned to herself. "I wouldn't worry about it. If it has any
kind of intelligence, it's pretty twisted."

"I suppose," he conceded after some consideration, "that I wasn't
entirely fair to you about the Master."

She shrugged. "Well, I was pretty mad with you over the thing with
the Giant Robot, so fair's fair, Doctor."

They continued sitting there in silence for a while, both worn out by
what seemed to have been a long and very trying day.

At last the Doctor, who had been reflecting on the story, turned, a
puzzled expression on his face. "What's wrong with my chest?"

Tegan stared for several minutes and then laughed herself under the
table.

*

Harry looked at the Proprietor in astonishment. "You didn't charge
them!"

"Just this once," he said, "it's on the horse."

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All characters copyright of BBC & BBC Wales. Badly scarred and
damaged text copyright of Penguin (1976).

TTR is Tyler Dion's fault; LWT Imran Inayat's and Story Time! is the
handiwork of B K Willis.

All the rest if my fault, including the terrible pun above. But I did
avoid an obvious joke about Tristan despite writing 36 pages of
this...
TTR was created by Tyler Dion.


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