The Curse of King Yutta (continued . . .)




Without an instant’s hesitation, Janno hurled himself through the window. Be he living or dead, I’m going after him! Janno! No! With Sweya’s shout ringing in his ears, he landed in the courtyard. King Yutta’s mummy! A few swift strides—an athletic leap—and his hands connected with solid flesh and bone! Sweya! Come quickly! I’ve got him! Eeeeaaagh! And then—Janno’s world dissolved in a sea of pain and unconsciousness. Uuuugh . . . When he opened his eyes again, he was not alone. Are you all right, Janno? What happened? We heard lord Janno cry out! Someone . . . something . . . struck me on the head from behind. That was a foolhardy thing you did! If you don’t care for yourself, you might give some thought for me—I’m responsible for your safety, with my head as forfeit! I’m sorry, Sweya. But I had my hands on him—and I’d swear he’s living flesh and blood, like you and me! What’s more, he cried out and do you know? . . . I’d stake my life I’ve heard that voice before!
The Emperor sent for Janno and his bodyguard the following morning. I would remind you, Nephew, that your father is at death’s door. If anything happens to me, you may well become the next Emperor of the Trigans. To secure the succession, I am going to send you away—secretly—to a lonely island . . . When Elekton’s twin suns were at the zenith, Janno was flying over the trackless Great Ocean, piloted by Sweya. The island is dead ahead, according to my calculations. I have it in visual contact. Stand by for a landing. The island had been well-chosen, being far from normal air and sea routes. Not bad. We’ll be quite comfortable here for a lunar month or so. When they had landed . . . I’ll have a scout around our new home. I’ll join you just as soon as I’ve unloaded these provisions. Some time later, at the far side of the small island, a moving shadow fell across Janno. He turned . . . Who’s that? You! Suddenly face-to-face with death, Janno felt no fear—only shocked surprise!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 565 on 11 November 1972.

 

The Curse of King Yutta (continued . . .)




During that night, Brag—normally a peaceful sleeper—awoke from a dreadful nightmare. Something terrible’s going to happen tomorrow! Trigo’s in awful danger—I know it! He sought out his brother, the Emperor, early next morning. Brag, as you know, I’m making a trial descent in Peric’s new undersea exploration sphere today, and . . . No! You mustn’t go! I’ve had a premonition of disaster! A dream . . . Trigo listened to Brag’s account of his nightmare. Then he smiled indulgently. It’s quite touching, the way you worry about my safety. I really do appreciate it, my dear fellow, but if you think I’m going to cancel the descent on account of some silly dream . . . Something terrible will happen today. I know it! The faithful Brag was watching from the Palace roof when Trigo’s air craft set off for the rendezvous on the Great Ocean. I shall never set eyes on him again—never! In the middle of the Great Ocean, at its deepest part, floated the undersea exploration rig that supported a massive sphere. The Imperial craft approaches! Trigo joined the scientific party that was to descend to the uncharted depths. The sphere was sealed. Commence the lowering of the sphere! Down—down—down!
And then—deadly peril! Instants later, the controllers on the surface received the information. Emergency! Emergency! The sphere is under attack! In fact, the men in the sphere averted certain disaster by electrocuting the unknown monster! By this time, the news had been flashed to Trigan City, where Brag was anxiously waiting. I knew it! I knew it would happen! Contact the landing strip and tell them to have my private air craft ready and waiting for me! At once, Lord Brag! He took off in haste . . . What’s happening? I can’t get this confounded thing above half-power! . . . And crashed almost immediately! Brag’s premonition of disaster had come true!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 563 on 28 October 1972.

 

The Curse of King Yutta (continued . . .)




Moments later, Keren fell to the floor in a senseless heap. And the door of the Emperor’s chamber swung silently open. The first quarter of the night had slipped past before Keren was discovered. Keren! What’s amiss with you? Lord Brag . . . I . . . Something . . . someone took me by the throat . . . The Emperor! Brag burst into the Imperial bedchamber. What he saw there brought a cry of anguish to his lips. Aaaaaagh! Trigo! By all the stars! No! His brother’s voice answered him! What is it, Brag? You’re alive! Thank the stars! But . . . Who? . . . I slept out on the balcony and left—this just as a precaution! The precaution was well-taken, Brother! It’s a wonder you never heard your would-be assassin, light sleeper that you are. He must have moved with the silence of the grave! Something here, on the floor! Keren held out the thing he had found. Why! It’s a scrap of old, faded cloth!
The piece of cloth was taken to Peric’s laboratory. I have subjected it to all the usual tests. The material is unbelievably ancient. As old as King Yutta’s tomb. Then, by all the demons in Daveli, how did it get into my bedchamber? The great scientist’s answer chilled the blood in their veins. That I cannot answer for certain, Imperial Majesty. But it is the kind of material used in the preparation of royal mummies. It could be that your assailant was—The Mummy of King Yutta! The “King’s Curse” was the sensation of Elekton. The views of prominent citizens were eagerly canvassed. Councillor Rothi, it was you who proposed the motion to place the mummy and its treasures on public display. Do you feel that you may have brought down the curse upon your head? Don’t talk rubbish, fellow! The bluff, no-nonsense councillor Rothi took off in his private air craft—and disappeared from the sight of men! The wreckage of his craft was washed up on the shore of the Great Ocean, a lunar month later.

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 562 on 21 October 1972.