Came a fateful dawn, when the sound of toil ceased. The last stone was placed upon another, millions of toilers laid down their tools—and the great wall was finished!

From the towering top, the Emperor and his companions looked down at the approaching waters.

Not a day too soon! By nightfall, the plain will be covered!

Trigan City on its five hills, and all the plain surrounding it, was covered by the dense masses of refugees from all over the planet.

The Lokans kept themselves apart.

The wall is finished and the waters have come. We will strike before sunset!

The day of our vengeance has come!

Only one dissenting voice was raised.

What sort of vengeance is it—when we destroy every-one, including ourselves?

Silence! What do you know of the wrongs we have suffered at the hands of the Trigans?

Pass it back!

Load it aboard the cart!

Every Lokan man, woman and child produced a piece of grey material.























Enough explosive to tear a hole in the wall and destroy Trigan City!

The material was loaded into a cart, and covered with a layer of fruit.

Late that afternoon, Janno went down to the quayside below the city. His ship, the “Daveli”, together with other units of the fleet, had just arrived.

Suddenly . . . 

My Lord! I must speak with you!

What do you want, Lokan?

My people!—They are going to blow up the wall!

By that time, the surging waters had climbed almost to the very top of the protective wall.

Trigan guards, parched in the rays of the dying suns, were glad to see the arrival of the Lokans and their cart.

Molons! Lovely, juicy molons!

How much, you Lokans?

For our friends, the Trigans, who have saved us from the terrors of the waters—nothing!

Moments later . . . 

Huh?

That is the last mouthful ever to pass your lips, Trigan animal!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 637 on 30 March 1974.