With some difficulty, Narri found the rocky outcrop where he had slept on that fateful night.

This is the very spot. I lay down here and slept. And, by the stars, I’ll do it again!

He threw himself down. Within a short time, he was sleeping the sleep of the weary. And then—a strange vapour issued from a cleft in the rock.

He woke up at dawn. And he saw . . .

A herd of glebes! Can it be . . .?

This is my old herdleader! It’s true! A miracle has happened. They are just as I left them, three lunar years ago!

He returned to the place where he had hidden with Roffa.

The entrance to Roffa’s secret hide-out—it’s not here!

Of course it’s not here!

The whole thing was a dream—a nightmare! I went to sleep last night and imagined all that rubbish! Ha!

Joyfully, he returned to his hovel in the city, where he was greeted by his little family.

Back already? You said you’d be up at the pastures a whole lunar month.

Ah! I had an urge to come back and make sure you were all well.































One small detail disturbed his contentment . . .

Strange! In my nightmare, there was a tall young tree here—and here’s a sapling that will grow into just such a tree in about three years’ time! And I hadn’t noticed it before.

Later that year, on Air-Fleet Day, the Trigan Empire was given over to a national holiday. Narri and his family joined the jubilant crowds.

Here comes the Air Fleet!

The pride of the Trigan Empire flashed over the great city in faultless formation.

As part of the celebrations, a certain ceremony was held in the throne-room of the Imperial Palace.

Ossan, I appoint you Marshal-in-Chief of the Trigan Air Fleet . . .

Narri saw it relayed, live—along with thousands of others—in the Great Square.

Its Ossan! The traitor! The one who wiped out the Imperial Family and set himself up as Dictator!

It was then that Narri realised what had happened to him.

Narri! What’s come over you? Everyone’s staring at us!

It’s just as Roffa told it to me! Only, it’s all in the future!

When I fell asleep on that mountain side, I was granted a vision of what will be taking place here in three years’ time!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 571 on 23 December 1972.