The Lost Valley (continued . . .)




Barring the path of the Caton armada was a massed force of deadly fighter-craft. The Trigans! The Emperor’s brother, Brag, in the lead fighter was in contact with Trigo. They’ve seen us! The question now is—will they risk destruction and continue, or will they turn back? The captain of the lead Caton bomber asked for orders. They’re not moving out of our way! To get through, I shall have to start shooting! Do I have your permission? It was a tense moment back at Caton High Command. Prime Minister, are we ready to go to war with the Trigan Empire for the sake of an obscure valley? Even if this valley contains the richest mineral resources on the planet? There are other methods of getting the valley. Call back the bomber force! Break off the operation! Return to base! We will take the valley with our ground forces. To do this, they will have to pass through the Tharv province. Send emissaries to the Potentate of Tharv, to ask permission for our army to cross his territory.
Zad Krakkar, the wily old Potentate of Tharv, held his ramshackle empire together by playing off one major foreign power against the other. Sit down, gentlemen. Of course your soldiers may pass through my province . . . The passing of such a large force will, of course, cause havoc with the roads . . . Shall we say ten million thullars compensation? And no armour—only infantry. But, Excellency . . . No armour! I have a treaty with the Trigan Empire that forbids the passing of foreign armoured troops through my territory! A full report of all this tortuous diplomacy was brought to Janno and Peric in the valley of the Nobes. So the old demon’s letting them through—but no armoured war-machines. What does it matter? The Catons are sending 10,000 picked troops and the Nobes have nothing to stop them. We can raise 10,000 strong young Nobes. Can’t we, Kalli? Yes! They don’t know what the word war means but you can teach them. At that moment they were interrupted by a disturbance in the street. Get out of the way! I . . . I can’t stop it! It was then that Janno had his brainwave. Yes! We’ll raise a Nobe Army and our army will be MOBILE! With motorised infantry and armoured warmachines!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 745 on 24 April 1976.

 

The Green Fog (continued . . .)




The fungus grew—and grew! Presently, the older buildings began to collapse under the tremendous weight. The whole city is falling down! The green scourge even penetrated the interior of buildings. Within days, the Imperial Archives—nerve centre of the Trigan administration—was a shambles. We can’t go on! This green stuff is everywhere! The Imperial Council met in a state of panic. Government has become impossible in the city! Tharv is certain to invade us, knowing our weakness! There are food riots in the streets! Be silent! The Emperor Trigo’s voice was calm and commanding. The city will be evacuated immediately. The capital of the empire will be removed to the town of Vorgpass till the . . . emergency . . . is over. News that the city was to be abandoned to the green fungus sent a wave of despair through the population. Grim-faced and silent, they took what belongings they could carry and filed out through the green-carpeted streets. The voice of Uruz the blind beggar sounded like a knell of doom. I told them, but they wouldn’t listen! I warned them that evil had been done!
But, before the evacuation could be completed, it happened again. The green fog! It’s come back! Swirling over the fungus-hung rooftops glided the sinister green cloud. Aaaaaaagh! The green blindness enveloped the city, for the rest of that day and the day after. I can’t take any more! I think I shall go mad! It must end . . . mustn’t it? The green fog cleared as quickly as it had come. And the weary and frightened people looked about them. The fungus has gone! Thank the stars! But, as the great scientist Peric commented . . . Not completely gone, as you see. It is as if someone had come along and cut off the fruit of the growth, to allow for more growth! What are you suggesting? I hardly know, Imperial Majesty! But I think we must send for Uruz the blind beggar again. I suggest we listen to him more patiently than we did before. So Uruz was once more summoned to appear before the Imperial Council of the empire. But this time he was treated with respect. Now, Uruz, if you will be so kind as to repeat to the council everything you heard and sensed while the green fog was enveloping the city. The top people of the empire hung on the words of a blind beggar!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 734 on 7 February 1976.

 

The Man with a Mission (continued . . .)




Lukaz Rann brought Vallu’s vehicle to a jarring halt at the cliff edge and rasped an order. Get out ! Vallu’s bodyguards were closing in fast. Jump ! Please ! Spare me ! I’ll make you rich. Anything can be yours, if only . . . The great rocketeer thrust his victim over the abyss and followed after. Eeeeeeeeeeghh ! Lukaz Rann struck the water and sank deeply. Vallu’s been knocked unconscious. I must get him to the surface before he drowns. I’d hate anything to happen to him ! The bodyguards criss-crossed the area where the two had disappeared. No sign of them. They must have perished. But the intrepid rocketeer was alive, and supporting his half-drowned captive. They think it’s hopeless, and are giving up the search.
That night, a Trigan fishing boat approached the cliffs, as Lukaz Rann had previously arranged. Well done, lads. Now let’s get out of here. Morning found the rocketeer back in his Vorg castle, with his second victim imprisoned in a dungeon. With so little time left to him, Lukaz Rann took up the next dossier without any delay. And now, another creature whose dis- appearance will sweeten the air of the whole planet . . . Yackrass ! Yackrass was a rabble-rousing Trigan politician. He was also the highest paid performer on the Trigan audivision network. An estimated fifty million viewers switched on his weekly programme. Mustn’t miss old Yackrass. He’s always good for a bit of excitement. Yackrass’s technique was to play upon the public’s fears and prejudices. Currently, he was blazing a campaign of XENOPHOBIA—the hatred of foreigners. Fellow-citizens ! Do you realise that there are over half a million foreign nationals residing here ? Taking all the best jobs ! Treating us like second class citizens ! How much longer are we going to tolerate this pollution in our midst ? Following Yackrass’s outburst, innocent and law-abiding foreigners—Catons, Lokans, Tharvians, and others—were mobbed in the streets and their properties destroyed. Down with the outsiders ! Trigan for the Trigans ! Yackrass had cause for self-congratulation. That very day, he had landed a new audivision contract at double his usual fee. By all the stars, you’re a clever fellow, my dear Yackrass. But retribution was at hand for the spreader of hatred.

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 705 on 19 July 1975.