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The Man from the Future (continued . . .)

















	
















	
	Janno dived his stricken craft towards a broad river.

	
	
	Will I
	make it ?

	
	
	I’ve blown off
	the canopy. There’s
	still a chance.

	
	Janno kicked his way
	out of the wreckage.

	
	
	I’m safe—
	if only my
	lungs . . .
	hold . . . out !

	
	But as he
	clawed his way
	to the bank . . .

	
	
	
	
	Come out with
	your hands on
	your head !

	
	Later, he was interrogated.

	
	
	
	
	Why did
	you start
	the attack
	at dawn ?

	
	
	
	
	I have
	nothing
	to say.

	
	
	
	
	Toth Zandu
	informed us you
	were coming
	at midday ! 

	
	
	So Toth
	Zandu is the
	traitor !

	
	The traitor was already marked for punishment.
	Later, in another part of the Caton headquarters,
	grim orders were given.

	
	
	
	
	You are the one
	who first made contact
	with Toth Zandu ?

	
	
	
	
	Yes, sir !

	
	
	
	
	You will accompany this trained killer to
	Trigan City. You will lead him to the
	victim’s residence and point him out.
	Then you will render any necessary
	assistance in eliminating Toth Zandu !


























	
















	
	All that day, bells rang throughout the Trigan
	Empire in honour of the victorious attack.
	Toth Zandu was baffled and frightened.

	
	
	
	
	Cato is now in desperate
	straits for, despite their
	recent victories on land
	and sea, they are now
	without air-cover.

	
	
	It can’t be true ! I
	read of the Trigans’
	defeat in the future.

	
	When dusk fell over Trigan City, a high-
	flying aircraft dropped two avengers.

	
	Toth Zandu was alone in his luxury
	villa when they burst in on him.

	
	
	
	
	I think you can
	guess why we’re here,
	double-dealer !

	
	Toth Zandu’s hand
	stabbed a button.

	
	The assassins from Cato were instantly surrounded by a
	sheer-sided projectile-proof wall that rose from the floor.

	
	
	
	
	Fools ! Though I
	know that no harm is
	destined to come to
	me, I take reasonable
	precautions against
	my enemies.

	
	Later, Toth Zandu left his villa
	and climbed into his hover-auto.

	
	
	This new development makes
	my position insecure. I must
	go to the Emperor and give
	him a number of sensational
	predictions about the future.
	Then I am safe, no matter
	what.

	
	As he sped towards the city centre,
	he heard a sound behind him.

	
	
	
	
	You ! What
	do you want ?

	
	
	
	
	Vengeance !

	
	It was Toth Zandu’s sworn enemy—the
	one he had cheated out of a fortune.

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 697 on 24 May 1975.

 
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Planet Zootha (continued . . .)

















	














Janno brought the Trigan craft low. And they flew over a vast tented encampment. A multitude of faces were turned to look up at them.

The Emperor and his companions looked down.

Are my eyes deceiving me, or? . . .

It’s a Vorg encampment! One of the primitive kind you used to see on Elekton!

Trigo ordered Janno to land. They climbed down from their craft.

Are they peaceful, Uncle—or shall we have trouble?

Be prepared to start shooting!

Then, to the five Trigans’ utter astonishment, they were addressed in the common language of their own planet!

I am Garron, chieftain of the Zootha Vorgs! I welcome you to the planet Zootha!

You are one of us . . . from Elekton?

That is so! In a time long past, when Zootha last came close to Elekton, some of our people ventured across the wilderness of space to this planet, as you have done!

Garron showed them the crumbling ruins of an ancient flying craft.

This is the craft in which our ancestors came. It is a treasured relic of our people!
























	














Of course! Fool that I am—the legend of the Vorgs who went up into a new world in the sky—surely you were told that as a child, Imperial Majesty!

Yes—but—it was always thought to be a fairy tale! But . . . it really happened in the distant past!

Trigo then explained to Garron how the Trigans were descended from the Vorgs. He introduced himself and his companions.

. . . and this is Janno, son of my brother Brag.

Ah! And would you be your father’s eldest son, Janno?

Janno answered in puzzlement—and saw a strange light in the chieftain’s eyes.

Indeed I am, Garron—I am the only son!

Aaaaah! That is interesting . . . very interesting!

The incident slipped from Janno’s mind during the feasting that followed.

Is everything to your liking, Emperor?

Indeed it is, Garron! Not since I was a boy in my father’s encampment have I enjoyed such fine Vorg fare!

As soon as the feast was over . . . IT HAPPENED!

Now . . . seize the victim!

Aaaah . . .

Janno was dragged roughly to his feet.

Let me go! Let me go, you demons!

What does it mean? Do you call this Vorg hospitality?

The chieftain replied . . .

As a first-born son, he will be sacrificed to our Great Ones! It is a custom that is never broken—my own son perished in a like manner! Take him away!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 631 on 16 February 1974.

 
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The Unscrupulous Servant (continued . . .)

















	





























	















	
	All that happened in the
	years of Yarri. Our next
	strange story begins in the
	month of Yuss, on the day
	of the Imperial Examinations.

	
	A raggedly-dressed student named Robi took his seat
	among candidates from all over the Trigan Empire.

	
	The questions are
	simple enough.
	If I had bothered
	to go through the
	drudgery of study,
	I could have
	answered them
	all . . .

	
	. . . as it is, I
	shall have to
	rely on this
	tablet, which
	contains all the
	information I
	need !

	
	Robi was a brilliant scholar
	but lazy. He cheated, and
	passed out top of the
	Imperial Examinations.

	
	
	
	
	At the head
	of the list
	is . . . Robi !

	
	
	
	
	
	
	
	Ha !—that should
	get me a top
	job in the
	Imperial Service !

	
	Indeed, the cheat was appointed
	assistant to none other than Peric,
	the most brilliant scientist on Elekton !

	
	
	
	
	My boy ! With all the great
	work I am carrying out, it is an
	enormous relief to have the
	assistance of such a promising
	young scientist as yourself.
	And when I am gone, all
	this will be yours !

	
	Pompous old windbag ! Does he
	think I'm going to wait around to
	step into his shoes ? Not me ! If I
	haven't lied and cheated my way into
	fame and fortune within the next
	lunar year, my name isn't Robi !

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 496 on 17 July 1971.