Within another lunar month (continues the seventh book), the surface of the waters rose all over Elekton, engulfing the homes of the poor . . . Courage! We must be brave! The Emperor will see to it that we come to no harm! . . . And the rich, alike! What’s to become of us? No one can aid us . . . even the Emperor is helpless! In his private laboratory at the Imperial Palace in Trigan City, Elekton’s top scientist, Peric, worked day and night on the problem. Would it work? . . . Would it, I wonder? From time to time, he would call upon his young friend Janno. Janno—I would like to see the plain of Vorg again—at low-level. It was a short flight from the city to the plain and its flanking mountain ranges. Peric asked, again and again, to be taken up and down the length of the wide plain. I have a plan to save the plain of Vorg and Trigan City—but time is fast running out!Peric presented his plan to the Emperor Trigo and his ministers that same day. A wall? A dam, Sire!—Stretching across the narrowest part of the valley! As on a previous occasion, Peric touched a button that brought a torrent of water rushing down the valley. But, this time, it reached no further than the wall! The wall has saved the plain and the city! As I told you, Majesty, this will be the last area of land to be inundated . . . and the wall could save it, if we can build in time! Trigo’s voice rang out, commandingly. The total resources of the empire will be poured into the building of the wall! When it is done, every man, woman and child on Elekton who chooses to shelter behind it will be welcomed with open arms! The vast project began. Within a lunar month (when more than half the planet was under water), the wall towered high above the plain of Vorg. A constant stream of refugees swarmed in from the submerged parts of Elekton. The only requirements for admittance were the giving-up of all offensive weapons—and the promise to obey the laws of the Trigan Empire. One large party gave some cause for anxiety. These were Lokans—a subject race of the Trigan Empire. Weapons? It is death for a Lokan to bear arms—that is Trigan law. As you well know! But we Lokans will be avenged—if we have to wipe out the whole planet in the process, and ourselves with it!
This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 636 on 23 March 1974.











