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THUNKKK! A bullet struck the masonry close by Janno’s hand.

Janno recovered, and moved swiftly to one side. Next time the hidden marksman fired Janno was behind cover.

He won’t get me now!

Others had seen the incident . . .

Go and get that sniper.

Janno’s all right. He’ll reach the top.

Sure enough, Janno climbed safely on to the high platform.

After descending safely, he was addressed by his grim-faced aide.

The sniper escaped. It’s clear that he was acting on orders from the Elders. Let me execute a couple of those scoundrels. You won’t have any more trouble then!

No, Colonel!

We have no proof. I mean to show the Elders that a Trigan is not only brave, but just.
























	














Next day, Janno summoned the Elders of the Zallus.

For your third task you will swim the Channel of Yulf, alone.

The Emperor’s emissary demanded an interview with Janno.

Excellency! Unless you refuse to carry out this task I shall return to Trigan City and report on your conduct!

I wish you a good journey home, Captain.

At dawn next day, Janno set foot in the inhospitable waters of Yulf.

Good luck, Excellency!

By noon Janno reckoned that he was about half way across.

There’s the islets known as The Demon Brethren.

And then—trouble!

Janno dived deep, as a keen-edged harpoon slashed through the water.

And then he saw—IT!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 764 on 4 September 1976.

 
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Just when it seemed that they must be clear of the quicksand, Janno’s foot sent a stone bounding along the path.

Gnaaaaaaghh!

Now for trouble—big trouble!

He crouched to meet the coming onslaught.

If I step to one side, I could walk straight into the quicksand!

An instant before what seemed like certain destruction . . .

Using the Gora’s own impetus, he sent the great beast over his shoulders!

The quicksand took its victim in its deadly grip.

Farewell, Gora. It was either you or me.

Janno soon came in sight of his companions at the far side of the desert.

Congratulations, Excellency! You have performed the first test with great courage!

But remember, Colonel, there still remain four more to be carried out!
























	














News of Janno’s exploit reached the Emperor Trigo who was furious!

I send him to control the Zallus, and he spends his time trying to get himself killed.

Go to my nephew! Tell him that I do not expect the heir presumptive to the throne of the Trigan Empire to risk his neck for the amusement of a pack of Zallu barbarians!

Yes, Imperial Majesty!

Brag had a wry comment to make to his brother . . .

At his age, you would have done exactly the same! Come now, Trigo—admit it!

I admit nothing!

The Emperor’s emissary arrived in Zallusia the following day and presented himself at Janno’s headquarters.

I come by order of the Emperor to instruct Janno that he must not carry out any more of these foolhardy tasks.

I’m afraid you are a little too late, my dear fellow.

You have an excellent view from this window of Janno performing his second task—see!

By all the stars!

The highest building in the city was a giant memorial to a long-dead Zallu chief. Janno was climbing it!

He—he’ll never make it.

Possibly, but he’ll perish trying.

At the far side of the square, a hidden marksman took aim.

Die, Trigan.

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 763 on 28 August 1976.

 
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The Zallu elders conferred among themselves for some time, and then their spokesman pointed to Janno.

We have decided what shall be your first task.

You will cross the desert of Zath, alone, unarmed, and on foot.

Janno’s aide hissed, desperately, in his chief’s ear.

This is madness, your Excellency. These animals are out to kill you—and they’ll succeed. The desert of Zath is crawling with savage predators, and it is also half—quicksand!

Silence, Colonel!

I accept!

By tomorrow’s suns, we shall be without our headstrong young master.

No one has attempted to cross the desert of Zath and lived to tell the tale.

The following dawn, Janno was taken to the edge of the forbidding tract of desert.

I will see you at the far side of the desert at sundown, Colonel.

I hope so, Excellency.
























	














He set off in the searing heat of Elekton’s twin suns as they rose on high.

So far, so good . . .

And then . . .

Quicksand!

If I can reach that clump of scrub . . .

With the aid of the scrub, he pulled himself, slowly, painfully, from the cloying grip of the quicksand.

I can never hope to be so lucky again!

It was then that he saw . . . IT!

A horned Gora. Terror of the desert of Zath.

The brute walks quickly and sure-footed through the desert. Either it knows—or senses—the safe paths through the quicksands. What if I were to—follow it?

If it turns its head, I’m done for!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 762 on 21 August 1976.