The Secret Assassin (continued . . .)




Janno climbed the tallest tree he could find. Far across the wilderness of greenery, he saw the distant glint of water. A river! That’s our way out of here! Then, with a blood-chilling screech and the beat of heavy wings—IT came! Oh, no! The tree shook under the impact of deadly talons. From down below, the assassin’s strange firearm spoke silent death! That’s the second time you’ve saved me with your splendid gun! I hope it doesn’t become a habit! Did you sight anything up there? Yes! There’s a river on the horizon! Then what are we waiting for? What about the others—the old man and the pilot? Let’s get this straight! I’m going to be in Trigan City tomorrow, or I might as well stay here and be devoured by the monsters! And I’m not burdening myself with passengers!
Aaaaah! The old man’s coming to! Look! We’re stuck in the Daveli jungle and our only way out is to march to a river. Do you think you can manage a long walk? Yes. I’m stronger than I look, young fellow. Friend, may I rest my hand on your shoulder as we walk along? By all the stars! Do you have to? Yes. You see, I am blind. I must reach Trigan City tomorrow to save Vazli from execution! I’ve got to warn Uncle Trigo of the assassination attempt! Unless I destroy the Emperor Trigo as ordered, they’ll destroy me! Janno and Kittu rigged up a litter to carry the injured pilot. They struck out in the direction of the river—through the most hazardous country on all the planet Elekton! For three of them, at least, there was an urgent reason for haste. Three minds, each with a single, burning desire . . .

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 656 on 10 August 1974.

 

The Elixir of Youth




They came from all over the sprawling Trigan Empire, to witness the Imperial Games in the capital’s mammoth amphitheatre. We bring you a report on the ten thousand tellar foot race! Coming up for the last lap, Zampha of Tharv is in the lead . . . The high spot of the games was the classic Vorg wrestling. Finalists were a Trigan named Mallo and a Daveli named Heller. You have him, Heller! Do something, Mallo! Mallo turned the tables on his bigger opponent, with a throw that thrilled the crowd and won him the crown! The Emperor crowned the young victor, and spoke kindly to him. I hear that you are a promising scientist, Mallo. You must come and be Peric’s assistant. I would count that a great honour, Imperial Majesty! I shall be delighted. That doddering old fool can’t last for long, then I shall be head of the Imperial research laboratory—with plenty of chances to line my purse! And so, the scheming youth went to work with Peric, Elekton’s top scientist. What is this experiment? Merely a forlorn attempt to rejuvenate this poor rorn, who has given so many years’ good service as a laboratory animal . . .
Poor old fellow. He’s like me . . .too many grey hairs and not enough teeth. Nature must take its course. May nature swiftly take its course with you, mumbling old has-been! That night, while Peric was working on his experiment, there was a shattering explosion! Aaaaaaaaaghhh! No one heard the crash and the old scientist lay unconscious until dawn. What happened? I remember! There was a flash . . . He crossed over to inspect the damage. What a mess! What happened to that poor old rorn? . . . By all the stars! The creature’s taken on a new lease of life! It hasn’t exercised on its treadmill for years! It was then that Peric saw his own reflection. Can that be . . . me? I look twenty years younger! My hair’s regained its colour and . . . and that isn’t all!

This installment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 645 on 25 May 1974.