The Green Fog




The blind beggar Uruz had sat at the base of Trigo’s statue in the great square of the city for as long as anyone could remember. One morning, Janno the Emperor’s nephew was crossing the square. As always, he dropped a coin into the beggar’s hat. A thousand thanks, Lord Janno. You knew who I was! Yet I never uttered a word! So you think that I can see after all. But you are wrong, Lord Janno. Why, I know you from the sound of your footfall, from the very rustle of your uniform. My eyes are my ears! The incident had passed from Janno’s mind by the time he reached the air fleet base, climbed into his tiny fighter craft and took off. Calling control. Have cleared the ground. Your orders, please. His orders took him to the stratosphere, high above the surface of Elekton, patrolling the sky frontiers of the Trigan Empire. At about noon, people in the great square of Trigan City saw . . . IT! Look! What is it? It was a wall of swirling green fog that swept across the great capital, enveloping everything . . . It’s fantastic! I’ve never seen such a thing before!
. . . in a blanket of green blindness! Help! Where are you? I can’t see a thing! High above, Janno was shocked to hear the controller’s panic-stricken cries over his communicator. It’s all gone green! I’m blind! Janno, for pity’s sake! . . . What’s happening down there? Receiving no reply, Janno brought his craft down in a screaming dive. Nearing the ground, he saw the ominous green cloud that shrouded the city. It’s . . . unbelievable! Even as he looked, the green murk cleared away and the capital of the Trigan Empire lay below him in all its accustomed glory. It’s . . . gone! The pandemonium in the city was indescribable, with crashed vehicles littering the streets, and frightened and bewildered people wandering about in shock. It was as if the end of the world had come. What if it happens again? I think I shall go out of my mind! Uruz, the blind beggar, cried out in a loud voice. I tell you something terrible has taken place! An alien people have been amongst us. What? Explain yourself! His words struck a chill into the hearts of all his listeners. While this green fog of which you speak was upon us, while you were all stumbling about like the newly-blind . . . there came amongst us some who walked with sure-footed tread, as if they could see!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 732 on 24 January 1976.

 

The Man from the Future (continued . . .)




The watcher waited till all was silent in Toth Zandu’s bedchamber. Then he crept in, stealthily. Vengeance is mine. A keen blade flashed in the moonlight, but never descended. Gone! But how could he have gone? And where? He’s never been out of my sight since he got into bed. Unknown to the would-be assassin, the individual whom the Trigans knew as Toth Zandu was travelling through the trackless wastes of time and space. Aeons passed in instants. Empires rose and fell. Countless generations were born and forgotten. He awoke in a familiar room in a familiar city. Nothing has changed, though countless million lunar years have gone by in the flickering of an eye! The time-traveller walked through the broad streets of a noble city of the FUTURE. He was hailed by all who met him for was he not a person of substance? May the stars smile on you this day, Zudd Ra. And upon you.
Zudd Ra was keeper of the historical records and, as such, he was accorded great respect. But he craved more than respect. Now to familiarise myself with more details of the Trigan Empire in the far-off year of Zenf. Details which will be of use to me! Flashed upon a screen, at the touch of a control, were facts recorded by Trigan scribes centuries before. “On the twenty-fifth day of the year of Zenf, Toth Zandu was appointed adviser extraordinary by his Imperial Majesty . . .” Now let us see what happened during the rest of the time that the Trigan Empire and Cato were at war. Night was falling when he left the place of historical records and returned to his apartment. I think I see a way to get what I want. After all, I am not ambitious for power, all I want is boundless wealth! And Trigan City in the year of Zenf is the place and the time to get it! In the privacy of his chamber, he poured for himself some of the same strange liquid that he had swallowed in Trigan City. Let Trigo rule his empire. All I want is to be the richest of his subjects! It was dawn in Trigan City when the time-traveller opened his eyes again. And the sky outside his window was resounding with gunfire. There’s an air-battle taking place overhead! As he rushed out into his garden, a silvery shape flashed past overhead—in flames! And something blossomed forth from the doomed craft. He’s going to land in my garden! Toth Zandu was left in no doubt about the pilot’s nationality when he rushed forward to his assistance. Do as I order, Trigan . . . or perish!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 694 on 3 May 1975.

 

The Heat Controller (continued . . .)




A harsh, grating voice made Janno turn. Welcome, Trigan! I have been expecting one such as you. My instruments detected that your craft was specially equipped, so I had to encompass its destruction. So you are responsible for this fiendish business! Not so fast! Calm yourself and I will show you something that will fill you with awe and wonder. Aaaaaah! Helpless, Janno was dragged out on to a terrace. Watch carefully . . . There came a rumbling of heavy machinery. The floor of the valley moved aside and a vast disc of bright metal rose skywards. What . . . What is it? It is the heat controller! By means of its power, I am able to dictate the terms of life or death to all living things on this planet!
You have seen its effect in certain mild demonstrations recently. What you have not seen is the heat controller at full power. The old man pointed across the ageless glacier. Regard that mountain! It has carried snow and ice on its crest since Elekton was formed. Now observe . . . Janno’s aged captor touched a control on his chair. Instantly, a band of purple light stabbed from the heat controller. They saw it all quite clearly . . . snow and ice turning to super-heated steam . . . a cataclysmic avalanche . . . and the peaks changed to MOLTEN ROCK! Soon the whole mountain had been reduced to a heap of smoking ash. Who are you, and what are you trying to do? My name is Slatta. And, as the inventor and builder of the heat controller, I claim that it is I—and not Peric—who deserves the title of Elekton’s top scientist. You have seen what I did to the mountain. This I can also do to individual cities. Unless the nations of Elekton bow to my dictatorship, they will all be destroyed! At a signal from Slatta, two burly guards came forth. This Trigan can be of some use to me. Take him away. Break his spirit and his will, and then lock him up!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 684 on 22 February 1975.