The Wish-Fulfiller




The second year of Venni went down in the annals of the Trigan Empire as the year of revolutions. It began with a terrible riot in the City. Give us food! Down with the tyrant! The Imperial Palace was burnt to the ground by the mob, and Trigo and his family barely escaped with their lives. Shortly after came the great naval mutiny. The men of the great ocean fleet eliminated their officers . . . . . . And then bombarded Trigan City itself. . . . Till the mighty ships were silenced by the loyal Air Fleet. The Emperor’s own nephew Janno took part in the punitive raid. I never thought I would ever be called upon to wage war upon my fellow-Trigans!
While the fighting still raged, the Emperor called an emergency meeting of the Imperial Council. Gentlemen! The Empire is falling apart! Why? Why? What has happened to cause this? What is wrong with us? Peric, the wisest man on Elekton, answered his Emperor. Majesty! I should have foreseen these events, for I have observed a gradual deterioration in our national life during the last few lunar months . . . Food production has gone down by thirty per-cent—hence the food riots. Exports have fallen by sixty per-cent and industrial output by twenty-five per-cent. I have come to the conclusion that a large proportion of our population have ceased to do any real work! Peric had a solution. I suggest the appointment of Yarri Zemph as Minister of Finance and Trade. He is the finest economist in the Empire. With his guiding hand, we will return to prosperity and peace. Yarri Zemph was given the job. In the days that followed, he worked long hours at his Ministry. Good evening, Minister. Good evening, driver. Take me straight home, please. Hidden eyes watched his progress. Subject leaving the Ministry now . . . proceeding in the direction of his residence . . . Yarri Zemph arrived home. I have work to do in my study. See that I am not disturbed. And there . . . it happened! Uuuuugh . . .

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 541 on 27 May 1972.

 

The Zota Club




The first of the tragic and inexplicable disasters took place on a day like any other day. A pilot of the Trigan Air Fleet took off on a routine training flight. His instructor and flight commander watched him go. Garran is a promising young fighter pilot. Yes, and careful, too. Not like some of the young hot-heads we’ve been getting recently. Suddenly, the craft flipped over—and streaked back towards the air base at zero height. Look out ! What does he think— ? The blast of disintegrator shells rose above the scream of the craft’s racing engines ! Flashing low over the scene of destruction, the craft headed towards a high pylon. Too late, the pilot saw his peril . . . By the time they reached the scene of the crash, it was too late to do anything. Why did he do it—why ? We’ll never know—now !
The second mystery disaster was brought about by a scientist named Ricco. He worked in the Imperial Science Laboratories. One morning, he brought two highly unstable chemicals into close proximity. . . . Then swiftly walked out of the building. His face was blank. It remained blank and he never so much as looked back— when the Imperial Science Laboratories were riven by a shattering explosion ! Three days later, with the disasters still unexplained, the Emperor Trigo was addressing his council on another matter of great gravity. Gentlemen ! I do not have to warn you that the misunderstanding between ourselves and Cato could lead to war. I warn you to treat the Caton Ambassadors with great tact and courtesy, so that we can settle our differences ! The doors of the council chamber swung open. Imperial Majesty ! Excellencies ! . . . The noble Ambassadors from Cato ! Remember ! One unguarded word could lead to war ! Escorted by the Emperor’s nephew, Janno, the haughty Caton Ambassadors entered—eager and ready for trouble. They found trouble soon enough ! The guardsman on the door brought down his weapon . . . and . . .

This installment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 535 on 15 April 1972.