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 Elixir of Youth (continued . . .)




The competition track near Trigan City. One more lap at that speed and he’s broken the record! Do you hear that, Narrod? You’re nearly there! Watch out on that next corner! The screaming racer briefly touched the barrler wall and . . . He’s going to crash! Eject, Narrod! The driver ejected from his cockpit—an instant before the race-auto turned into a fireball!
Narrod, are you all right? You’re lucky to be alive, I can tell you! My sight failed me, and my reactions were too slow at that corner! I’m finished! I shall never get into a race-auto again! Once he held every speed record on Elekton! Well, old age gets us all in the end! A lifetime of record-breaking had made Narrod a planet-wide celebrity and a millionaire. But he went back to his luxurious villa in black despair. My life is finished. I may still live on for years . . . . . . If you can call it living! Why not end it all now? A visitor requesting to see you, Master. His name is Mallo. Not the Mallo, who won the Vorg wrestling crown at the Imperial Games? Show him in, Zapp. My, how I envy you, my boy. Do you know I won the Vorg wrestling crown three times when I was your age! What wouldn’t I give to be young again! You can be young again, Narrod! Youth lies within this phial and it can be yours! . . . . . . For a million thullars!—Cash!

This installment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 647 on 8 June 1974.

 

The Wish-Fulfiller (continued . . .)




In the control compartment of an underwater fighting- boat of the Tharv Navy, the atmosphere was tense. Computer ready ! Target within range ! Fire projectiles ! Deadly shapes sped to their goal. The “Emperor Trigo”, flagship of the Trigan Fleet, was hit—and sank almost immediately. Tharv was a vassal state of the sprawling Trigan Empire. News of the sinking was greeted with wild joy by the populace of the Tharv capital. Down with the Trigans ! Who needs those good- for-nothings ? Freedom for Tharv ! At dawn the next day, Tharv armoured spearheads were moving towards Trigan City, and the cry was on every lip . . . We’ll throw off the chains of that ramshackle empire !

This installment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 543 on 10 June 1972.