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The Man from the Future (continued . . .)

















	














Toth Zandu was taking a sumptuous meal in his luxury villa, when there was a rude interruption.

This should all be mine, this villa, the very clothes you wear—everything!

You!

It was he from whom Toth Zandu had quite fairly bought the fateful Lottery ticket that had won the fortune.

You cheated me! I demand my rights!

You have no rights, fool.

Help! A madman is trying to slay the master!

The intruder was seized and dragged away.

I’ll have my revenge!

Throw this animal out! If he shows his face again, give him a good beating!

How nice to know that one is safe from that fellow’s mad jealousy.

And now, it’s time for me to visit and astonish—the Imperial War Council!

The empire being in a state of war with Cato, but no shots having yet been fired, Trigan’s leaders were planning their first move . . . when . . .

A certain Toth Zandu begs a hearing, General. He says he has inside information of an imminent enemy attack!

Then bring him in.

Well, fellow, what’s this information, and where did you get it from?

I will not reveal the source of my information, but you will ignore it at your peril.

Tonight, at sundown, a large force of Caton bombing craft will attack Trigan Bay bridge, here.

However, thanks to my information, you will have a large force of fighting craft in wait for them and the Caton force will be entirely destroyed!

You think we would move a large force of fighting craft at your instructions?

I know you will!

You know? How do you know?
























	














It was at that moment that the Emperor Trigo entered the council room.

What’s all the excitement, General?

This madman, Imperial Majesty, is babbling about a Caton attack. We are just going to have him thrown out.

The Trigan Bay bridge, vital link between the capital and the sprawling frontiers of the wide empire. It was sunset.

They came in low over the water—A FORCE OF SPEEDY CATON BOMBING CRAFT.

Anti-air batteries on the bridge went into action immediately.

Open rapid fire!

Then the first projectiles began to fall.

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 692 on 19 April 1975.

 
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The Man from the Future (continued . . .)

















	














Rent by an internal explosion following a fire in the engine room, the great vessel rolled over and was soon plunging to the ocean bed.

Janno was among the survivors.

It’s . . . unbelievable!

News reached Trigan City within moments of the disaster.

Imperial Majesty! A terrible accident!

 . . . The “Trigan Hero” has sunk!

Similarly, the information arrived at Cato, where the war council was in session.

“Trigan Hero” has sunk in the Central Ocean.

The issue was no longer in doubt.

With one blow, Trigo has lost the most powerful weapon in his armoury.

So we will declare war on the Trigan Empire!

The Trigan news media broadcast Cato’s declaration.

 . . . So the empire is at war with the state of Cato. So far, no hostilities have been reported. A state of emergency exists throughout the Imperial possessions.
























	














And now, in a lighter vein . . . the holder of the lucky ticket in the current Imperial Lottery draw. We take you over to the Imperial Lottery headquarters, to see the lucky winner.

Before the envious gaze of millions, the redheaded individual became a multi-millionaire.

Toth Zandu, I have pleasure in presenting you with a bank draft for two million thullars and twenty-five thousand zersts.

I thank you.

One viewer was more than envious, he was FURIOUS!

It’s him! The fellow who bought my ticket off me for five thousand zersts!

And the ticket’s won!

You threw away a fortune, you fool!

How was I to know it was going to win?

Come to think of it, how did he know?

The winner of the Lottery, Toth Zandu, wasted no time in taking advantage of his good fortune. He went to see a luxury villa in the smartest part of the capital.

Apart from the beautiful view, the property has many advantages. Expensive, of course, but . . .

I’ll buy it!

Established in his new residence and surrounded by every luxury that money could buy, Toth Zandu congratulated himself.

An excellent beginning. But only the beginning. One day, not far hence, I shall be exchanging this place for . . . the Imperial Palace!

After all, one who can look into the future as if it was yesterday, has the power to demand—and get—anything!

. . . Anything!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 691 on 12 April 1975.

 
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The Elixir of Youth (continued . . .)

















	














That morning, Mallo went to the Trigan City amphitheatre to watch two exponents of the ancient Vorg art of sword-fighting.

Defend yourself, Luccus! Strike at him, Kella!

Coaching them was Crillus, the greatest living professional sword-fighter.

Enough! You have lost the bout, Luccus! In the bad old days, you would now be despatched!

Turning, the old warrior saw the newcomer.

Its young Mallo, winner of the wrestling crown. Come to see me teaching what I can no longer practise, eh, lad?

You could still do it, Crillus! You could still defeat every swordsman who came before you . . .

. . . But it would cost you money!

. . . Big money!

Just what are you driving at?

You heard that Narrod broke the all-time air race-craft record yesterday?

Yes! A man my own age! I could scarcely believe my ears! What of it?

Mallo explained . . .

Are you trying to tell me that all I have to do is drink this green liquid and—like Narrod—I shall be young again?

Yes! Don’t take my word for it. Take it home and try it!

The going price is a million thullars—the same as I charged Narrod!
























	














When Mallo arrived back at his apartment . . .

And who in the stars may you be, brat?

You may well ask, scoundrel . . .

 . . . I’m Narrod!

It can’t be true! There’s some mistake!

Indeed there is! And the mistake is yours! I asked to be given back my youth, not regressed into childhood! I demand to be returned to my proper age!

Mind racing, Mallo prepared a draught . . .

I’ll do what! Can. First, you must drink this sedative. Then I’ll inject the antidote to the youth drug.

It had better work, Mallo, or I’ll have you imprisoned for life in the penal mines!

The boy drank and immediately fell to the floor.

What am I to do? There is no antidote as far as I’m aware!

I must have time to think. He’ll be unconscious for days. I’ll hide him here. Next, I must go and see Crillus and warn him not to take the green liquid!

He drove across Trigan City to the great mansion where the famous sword-fighter lived.

I pray that I may yet be in time!

Mallo burst in and recoiled, ashen-faced!

Oh, no!

What . . . have you . . . done to me, Mallo?

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 650 on 29 June 1974.