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Come on, Ned, hurry up.

I am hurrying. We should have been home ages ago.

Father and Amy will be worried.

Oh, Jenny, it's going to take hours to go all the way round. Why don't we cut

through the wood?

Monkswood?

Past the ruins of the old priory? Why not?

It's always dark in there.

There's nothing to be scared of.

Come on, then.

Oh, wait for me.

Wait.

I think it's coming from over there by the Priory Ruins.

Why don't you go and see?

Come on.

Come in.

Supper's ready, Doctor.

Ah, splendid.

But Ned and Jenny aren't back yet.

Oh, really?

I wonder where they could have got to.

What's the matter?

Oh, I just tripped. I'm alright.

Beauty. Beauty, you marvellous horse.

Oh, yes, I'm prepared to believe you saw something.

Probably a bush with an old bird's nest in it or the broken branch of a tree. I

did, I did see you. There's one reason I don't like you to be out too late.

It's all too easy to be frightened in the dark.

And as you're so late, you can go straight to bed without any supper.

Go on, off you go.

OK, good night.

Good night.

I don't know why Ned makes up these stories.

Oh, I don't think he was making it up, Amy.

No, he really believes he saw this thing.

When we're afraid, the things we imagine can be absolutely real.

I'll take them up some milk and sandwiches.

Morning, Mr. Armstrong.

Doctor, I want to know what those children of yours have been up to.

I beg your pardon? There are a lot of absurd rumors going around the village.

Well, I'm afraid I don't know what you mean.

I mean all this nonsense about ghosts and things at the old priory on my

Well, there always has been a lot of nonsense talked about the ruins at

Monkswood. Ever since the monks abandoned it 300 years ago.

Yes, but nobody's ever taken it seriously before.

Now most of my tenants won't go near the place.

Really?

I've told them it's all rubbish, of course.

and that I have a pretty good idea who's responsible.

If you mean Ned or Jenny, I think you're mistaken.

I suppose I mistake your word for it. But I warn you, I intend to stamp these

rumours out, so you can tell them from me.

If they're caught anywhere near those ruins, they'll be treated as

That was lovely. Can I ride him on my own,

Jenny? What do you say? What do you say, beauty?

What is it, boy?

Oh, Ned, look.

It's still alive.

Oh, the poor thing.

Ned, it's been caught in a snare.

It's hurt its leg.

Oh, no.

Get it up there.

We'll be careful.

Just a minute.

Do you think he'll be all right?

I think he will be, yeah.

Oh, Mr Jessop. Now then, what have you two been up to?

We found this rabbit. It's been snared.

Hmm.

Poachers been out again, have they?

Better give it here.

Why? I put it out of its misery.

Oh, no. We'll take it home. My father can fix its leg.

Let's have a look, then.

Hmm.

As you like. But don't let Squire Armstrong catch you, though. His

might think you poached it yourselves.

Squire Armstrong.

Now, what's the matter this time?

Well, he thinks we've been pretending to be the ghosts they're all talking

about. Does he now?

Well, you don't look like ghosts to me.

Still, you best do as the squire says. Keep out of trouble.

I'll get rid of that.

If only people had realised how much suffering these snares cause.

Mr Jessop was talking to us about the ghost. Lots of people have seen it. Now,

that's enough, Ned.

I don't want you to mention that ghost you thought you saw to anyone else. Why

not? Because there's a lot of valuable land around those ruins.

Mr Armstrong's tenants are refusing to work there.

It's because of these stories.

There is something there, Doctor. Yes, just a few old stones and some history,

that's all. The rest is superstition. All right.

The squire already suspects the two of you of having been up to some mischief.

Quite unjustly, of course.

Well, from now on, Monk's Wood and the Priory Ruins are strictly out of bounds.

I don't want to hear that either of you have been anywhere near the place.

You understand?

Yes, Father.

Yes, Doctor.

Good.

Well, you'd better feed your patient.

I think he's going to be all right.

I'm glad you came home early with beauty.

I've got a lot of calls to make tonight.

Don't know when I'll be back home.

What's the matter, boy?

Come on, we're nearly home.

Who is that?

Homeboy.

Nothing there now.

Nothing at all. He looked up at me.

There can't have been anything, Ned. I saw him.

Try to forget it. You just imagine it.

Who's that?

I'll go and see.

Doctor!

Doctor Gordon!

Doctor, open up!

Let me in!

Quickly, Doctor!

Let me in.

Jessop, what's the matter, then? I saw it. I was coming down the road and it

looked at me. A thing with no face, just a skull.

No eyes.

It was horrible.

Go through to the surgery.

I'm sure you only imagined it, Ned. Well, what about old Jessop, then?

A jolly evening at the Rose and Crown, you should think.

Perhaps.

Tell you what, let's go and look at the old priory now.

I'm sure there's nothing there.

Your father said it was out of bounds.

He only meant at night.

It can't be too scary during the daytime.

You're scared.

No, I'm not. Yes, you are.

No, I'm not. Yes, you are. I'm not.

I dare you, then.

All right.

Now go, then.

This must have been the altar.

Yes.

Look, you've seen it now.

Can't we go?

You dared me to come here.

What have you been up to?

Nothing. I knew you were behind this all the time. Doctor!

What have you to say for yourself?

It's the first time we've been here.

Whenever anything happens, he just blames us.

With reason. Mr Armstrong, please.

Look, I told you not to come here.

I'm sorry. It's my fault. I dared Ned.

All right.

Run along home. And I'll talk to you both later.

Right.

I've made up my mind. This whole place is coming down.

You demolish it? Certainly. Now bring men in and smash every stone. Let's see

how your ghost's like that. Oh, I wouldn't smash everything. Some of these

carvings and figures could be quite valuable.

Valuable? This one, for instance.

What, that monstrosity?

The stone's rotten.

Wait a minute.

No. No, it's not rotten.

The wall behind it has been chipped away and covered up with mud. Can you see?

Yes.

What's that? Where did that noise come from?

I wish I knew.

Beauty doesn't like it either.

He knows there's something here.

Don't be ridiculous.

Come back with me to your cottage.

There's something I think you should see.

This was the priory and its lands next to the woods. It was destroyed during

Reformation and it's been falling to pieces ever since. How do you know about

it? A local historian wrote it all down many years ago.

What's more important, he said there's a legend of treasure buried amongst wood.

A king's treasure.

There's a local saying.

He wrote that down. Here we are.

Behind the rude stone carving lie the... Bars of gold, wealth of kings lies

buried by the monks of old.

Behind the carving?

Yes.

That's why it was chipped away.

And ghosts don't dig for treasure.

Upstairs at once.

I'm struggling.

Well, does that feel easier?

Yes. Yes, it's fine.

You'll have to rest for a while.

It was a nasty blow.

Well, he was no ghost.

It's a mystery.

There was nowhere for him to hide, and yet he vanished. I don't understand it.

How could he go so quickly?

Wait a minute.

Beauty was pawing that stone with the cross marked on it.

Yes. Now, what was the saying again?

Behind the rude stone carving.

In old English, rude, R -O -O -D, was the word for a cross.

Well, holy rude.

You're saying it meant behind the cross.

Exactly. That's the secret hiding place.

And that's the old treasure house.

Precisely.

Right. Where do you think you're going?

I'm going straight back. No, you're going to rest.

Look, it's only a couple of hours till dawn, even less.

We'll go then.

Thank you.

He's gone to the ruins.

I'll get some men.

Stay where you are.

I said stay where you are.

They've got Jessop. Good.

Where's the boy?

I can't find him.

Of

course.

The rude stone.

It must move easily. He did it by himself.

They must swivel.

Let's try.

No, other way.

Are you all right?

Yes, it's a mixture of...

An aeolian harp, tan pipes and these bells.

When the wind blows through it, it makes that unearthly sound.

Poor old Jessop. All this effort for nothing.

It seems he knew that Mr. Armstrong was planning developments around here and

wanted one last look for the treasure before it was too late.

But he didn't find anything.

Unfortunately, no. If there was any treasure, it was dug up hundreds of

ago. The irony of it is he was using the treasure chamber as a hideaway and

never realised it.

Tea's ready.

If you don't come soon, there won't be any left.

Ah, that looks lovely.

So charming here. I do hope Mr Armstrong's not going to pull it down.

Well, he might change his mind now that the ghost has been laid to rest.

Thanks to beauty.

What, beauty?

Yeah, there you are.

I'm telling them where to find me.

There you are.

Oh.