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<!-- Rouen had been under siege for the last few months. This would, of course, usually be a matter of concern to the King, rather than the contemptuous amusement he seemed to feel. If the people were being menaced by barbarians, or by one of the King' s rivals, then there was little doubt they would be quickly aided by the full might of the kingdom.

Sometimes Romanus doubted that the full might of the kingdom would be any help at all.

By the light of the candles, Romanus gingerly stepped between the beds, doing his best not to touch any of the groaning bodies they held. Before the attacks, he had prided himself on being quite a knowledgeable person. He'd traveled so far in his day, and seen so many things... why was he so helpless now?

The screaming began again outside. His fists clenched on the bed rails as he gazed out the window. It was around midnight, same as all the other attacks. The faint light of torches shone in the distance, only to suddenly vanish when their carriers were knocked into the mud. Romanus tried hard not to wonder which of his friends would come back vomiting, stricken by the first stages of the fiendish disease.

An ear-splitting shriek, enough to make wolves run and bears whimper, rang through the night. Romanus could just make out the winged shape of the devil rising into the air, flying over the river and back to its lair.

Within minutes, a small crowd of people were gathering outside the cathedral, supporting a number of people who'd been attacked. Romanus stepped outside to coordinate things.

"Remain calm," he called out, somewhat uselessly against the panicked shouting of the people. "Trust in God. Take the afflicted people and set them on the beds on the north wall. Do not touch them any more than you must..."

He froze for a moment, staring. Little Vera, only twelve years old, was stumbling about and lurching her head forward. The Gargouille was attacking closer and closer into the heart of the city. If even the young children of the city were being attacked... by God, what level of wickedness was required to bring such a demonic onslaught upon them?

Quickly, he turned and began to hurry towards another room in the cathedral. One of the larger men in the crowd shouted, asking where he was going. He was the girl's father.

Romanus barely turned his head as he left their sight. "I must pray."

Now he knelt on the cold stone floor, beside one of the angel sculptures that adorned the altar.

"Lord Jesus Christ, hallowed be thy name. Oh Lord, I know not what thou want of me. I know not what sin hath caused thee to send this plague unto us. I humbly beg of these, give us another chance. Deliver us from this evil. Send us an angel, or a knight, or anyone..."

"And so it came to pass that Saint Romanus, Archbishop of Rouen, knelt in his cathedral and begged God to send someone to deliver them from the evil of the Gargouille."

Jane placed the book back on the table, among all the others they had found that made references to Time Lords. "Doctor, could you come look at this?"

The Doctor hurriedly put down his back glanced into her book, muttering what he read. "And behold, a miracle was sent, and the vessel of the Doctor and Lady Jane appeared at his side..."

The Doctor shook his head. "This is such a paradox. Librarian, could you keep these books out for us? We'll be right back."

The Ood nodded it's head, its translator orb lighting up. "Of course, Doctor. We are honored to serve."

The Doctor grinned at Jane. "So, Jane of 16th Century. We're going back to the 630s, it seems."

Jane grinned back. "Then for once I shall be the hero from the future."

The pair of them, laughing as if they weren't about to fight a dragon, strode out of the room. The Doctor snapped his fingers, allowing the TARDIS doors to swing open. "What were the exact words of old Saint Romanus, Jane?"

"Lord, I beg of thee..."

"...I beg of thee, send someone to our aide..."

Romanus' prayer was cut out as an odd grinding sound through the air. As the grinding continued, the vworp sound grew louder. And a wooden blue box with letters on it appeared beside the altar.

Doors swung open, and an old man in a suit and a young woman in a dress stepped out of the box.

"I'm someone," said the old man. "But probably not anyone you're expecting."

Romanus crossed himself. "Art thou an angel?"

"Definitely not," said the old man, taking a long look around the dim room. "Not even close."

"He is the Doctor," explained the woman. "My name is Jane."

Romanus stared. "Hast thou... did the Lord tell thee of our troubles?"

"We heard about your predicament," said the Doctor. "Or rather, read about it in a book. Don't bother looking it up. It won't be written for another fifteen years after we leave."

The Doctor suddenly turned around, facing the angel sculpture. "Um, not to change the subject, but that statue's never moved when no one was looking, right? No? Well that's good. That could have been quite the complication." He laughed nervously. Romanus continued to stare.

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