Behold—the Great Ones!

Trigo was deeply impressed.

They look like Gods! Do such creatures live?

They live! And they demand the sacrifice of the best things we have—our best flocks, finest foodstuffs, and our firstborn sons. In return, they allow us to live and prosper!

Garron pointed to Janno.

That one will be sacrificed to the Great Ones this day! Oppose this at your peril, mighty Emperor!

Janno was brought to a great cavemouth . . .

He was tied there . . .

Soon, noble youth, you will have the honour of perishing at the hands of the Great Ones!

Aaaaah . . .























Trigo, on the pretext of saying farewell to his nephew, whispered an assurance in his ear.

I will save you, Janno! Never fear—you will not be abandoned! Do you understand?

Yes, Uncle.

A mighty horn was sounded. Its mournful note echoed and re-echoed in the deep fastnesses of the great cavern.

Then Janno was left standing alone, in the growing darkness.

How . . . how long do I have to wait?

He was not alone for long!

Aaaaaaaaaah!

Out of the darkness of the great cavern . . . THEY came!

Some distance away, in the Vorg camp, when all was silent, Trigo rose to his feet.

First—to deal with that sentry!

The Trigan Emperor set off to keep his promise.

I hope I am not too late!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 632 on 23 February 1974.