The Heat Controller




On the third hour of the twenty-fifth day of the year of Hoth, people in the streets of Trigan City began suddenly to act in a most remarkable manner. Aaaaah! The cold! The icy cold! What’s happening to us? Within instants, ice was forming everywhere. Get under cover, before we all freeze to death! Help me with this old man before he perishes. Down in the harbour, the sudden and fantastic fall in temperature froze the sea. Ships were crushed in the grip of the mountainous ice formations. The Trigan Bay bridge, weighed down by the sudden addition of the ice mass, sagged and broke . . . . . . with disastrous results! At noonday, the temperature rocketed back to normal and the streets of the city ran deeply with melted ice. It’s unbelievable! Fantastic!
The Emperor Trigo summoned an Imperial Council meeting, to discuss the strange disaster. Peric, Elekton’s top scientist, gave his opinion. It is my theory that the phenomenon of the falling temperature had no natural cause. Are you suggesting, Peric, that it was caused deliberately? I am, Majesty! I believe that a person or persons unknown have discovered a means to control the magnetic field of this planet, and consequently control the weather and climate. I do not have to remind you that such total command over life on Elekton makes this person or persons virtual dictators. I am convinced, however, that the source of this magnetic power can be detected from the air. So I have devised a piece of equipment which can be carried in an ordinary air craft. The great silence was interrupted by Janno, the Emperor’s nephew. I’ll do it! I’ll fly the detector craft! I half guessed that my young friend would volunteer! Two days later, Janno took off in his specially-equipped air craft. His task, to circumnavigate the planet at zero height, searching for the source of the sinister power. That same day, totally without warning . . . it happened! Aaaaah! The heat, the heat! I must have water! All the continent of Victris lay under a searing heat wave! The temperature rose to dizzy heights. In the great square of Trigan City, people staggered to the fountains, trying to slake their thirsts in the overheated waters. We are all going to die! No one can live through this heat!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 682 on 8 February 1975.

 

The Stone of Vorg (continued . . .)




There was a sharp cry from two Trigan guards who were tending the fallen. Come quickly! See who we’ve found! Janno gazed into the familiar face of his uncle. It’s the Emperor! My father was right! He did see him in the battle. His Imperial Majesty is gravely hurt. All eyes were turned to Z, who gazed expressionlessly down upon the man whose crown he had usurped. What’s he going to do? Order Uncle Trigo to be slain? Bear the former Emperor back to the city. See that he is given every attention, and ask Peric to keep me informed of his progress. News of the survival of Trigo preceded their return to the capital. As the procession bearing the wounded ex-Emperor entered the gates of Trigan City, a multitude was Gathered to pay silent tribute. They laid him in an upper chamber of the Imperial Palace that had once been his. He is beyond the skill of my healing arts. We can only wait and hope that nature will spare him. I will guard him, day and night. That night, the population of the city was swollen by countless others who came in from the surrounding countryside and the far-flung provinces. The great square below the Imperial Palace was a sea of winking lights, each carried by a silent onlooker.
Towards the dawn, Peric was examining his patient, when Trigo’s eyes briefly flickered open. Peric . . . old friend. Imperial Majesty! I must go straight and tell the Emperor. He will live, and his memory has returned. In the darkness just before the dawn of Elekton’s twin suns, Janno saw a figure flit across the chamber and approach the unconscious form. Hey! Janno swung his blade, but the blow never landed. Next instant, the young Trigan was violently overturned. Aaaaaaaaghh! He looked up into the face of . . . Z! Did you think I had come to slay your Emperor? Not so. I had merely come to look upon his face, by way of farewell, before I depart. Z gazed out across the watching multitude below. His voice was wistful. I could have been a good Emperor. I had even begun to win their respect . . . . . . but not their affection. Only Trigo has that. He is their true Emperor. I wish him a long life! In the dawn light, the stranger who had come out of the wilderness and briefly reigned as the Emperor of the Trigans, rode back the way he had come.

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 677 on 4 January 1975.

 

The Stone of Vorg (continued . . .)




All that day and the following night, Z led his warriors at breakneck pace through the wilderness. You must slow the pace! Our warriors are falling out. Half the force is gone! The best will keep up my pace! They are the ones I want to fight alongside me in the coming battle! At dawn on the next day, Z halted on a hillcrest and looked down at the horde encamped in a valley below. We have overtaken them! And now we will destroy them! The desert warriors, convinced that they were safe from pursuit, were feasting upon the rich food and drink that they had looted. It was Trigo—the slave-Emperor with the lost memory—who raised the alarm! We are being attacked! The Trigans rode through the encampment with fire and sword.
Trigo’s master tossed him a weapon. Fight for your life, slave! The accursed Trigans will not be giving any quarter this day! Brag spurred forward as he saw a tall figure swinging a long blade. The figure turned to face him . . . and he was looking into the countenance of his own brother! By all the stars! . . . Trigo! There was no answering cry of recognition. Instead Brag’s world dissolved in a sea of pain, as his sword arm was beaten down and he fell from his careering Kreed with stunning force. Aaaaaagh! Trigo vaulted astride the riderless mount . . . I’ve no part of this quarrel!—I’m getting out of here! He was nearly clear of the scene of battle, when a Trigan guardsman took aim and fired at the figure on the galloping Kreed. Soon after, the last of the desert horde were overpowered, and the fighting ceased. Z looked about him. What of the prisoners, Imperial Majesty? They are to be spared. Send them back home on foot, without their Kreeds. They will never raid Trigan territory again! Meanwhile, Janno was tending his father. Brag tried to rise, and he called out frantically. Trigo! Trigo was here! What happened to him? Calm yourself, Father . . . He’s wandering in his mind!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 676 on 28 December 1974.