Posted on December 23, 2022December 25, 2022The Lost Years (continued . . .) One small detail disturbed his contentment . . . Strange ! In my night- mare, 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 installment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 571 on 23 December 1972.
Posted on January 22, 2022February 15, 2022The Prisoner of Zerss (continued . . .) The Emperor grabbed at the side-trappings, and was dragged down the steps. This installment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 523 on 22 January 1972.
Posted on February 27, 2021June 19, 2023The Giant Plant (continued . . .) A dishevelled figure on a stolen kreed was riding through a lonely valley. Suddenly—the hiss of an arrow ! Aaaaagh ! He was instantly surrounded by Lokans. This time I shall not miss ! No ! Save him for the leader— he takes a special delight in dispatching Trigan curs ! The prisoner was dragged before the leader of the renegade band. Trigan ! I regret that you will not live a little longer, to see your capital city in ruins and your empire collapse in confusion ! No ! Wait ! I have a request. What's this ? Let me live to see the accursed Emperor Trigo slain before my eyes. Then I will die happy ! Who are you, Trigan ? You look like a slave, yet you speak like a warrior ! I am Tax Toru— formerly commander of the Trigan Imperial Guard, until I was disgraced by the judgment of Trigo and sent to slave in the mines. I escaped this morning, and I only live for vengeance ! You please me, Tax Toru. A man driven on by hatred is a good ally. Your wish will be granted, and you shall help us in our plan— tonight ! That night, disguised as desert traders, Tax Toru and two Lokans entered the city gates with a wagon. Looking and speaking like a Trigan subject, the escaped convict aroused no suspicions. We bring a load of vegetables for the market. Pass through ! They came to a dark street. Release the rallus ! A tumbling host of squealing rallus emerged from a cage within the wagon, and scuttled into the dark entrance. Tax Toru was puzzled. How can they destroy Trigan City ? Parts of the city are already infested with them. Ah !—But those are special rallus ! Quiet, fool ! He is not to be told the secret ! Two days later, a market was held in the great square of the city. When the twin suns of Elekton were high in the sky— it happened ! There was a thunder of countless flying feet. Market stalls were overturned in confusion. And a host of giant rallus hurled themselves at the panic-stricken crowd. Eeeeeeeh ! —look ! By all the stars ! Aaaaaah ! This installment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 476 on 27 February 1971.
