At Mallo’s proposition, Narrod threw back his head and laughed till the tears ran down his lined cheeks.

A million Thullars in cash?—ha, ha, ha!—you really have taken leave of your senses!

The old man’s mood changed. Suddenly, Mallo saw something of what Narrod must have been in the days of his youth and strength.

You insolent young animal! A million thullars is half of my  fortune, which I earned by the sweat of my brow and by risking my life . . .

I will show you how I came to be a millionaire, my lad! . . .

Narrod touched a switch . . .

Watch! . . . And learn!

Narrod winning the Elekton water-speed record!!

Narrod gaining the Elekton air-speed title!!

Narrod winning the Vorg wrestling crown at the Imperial Games—for the third time!!























There was more—much more. When it was over, the veteran grabbed his companion in a classic Vorg wrestling grip.

I can still do it! I can still throw you across the room, old as I am!

Think so?

Uuuuuuuhhh . . .

You will never throw an opponent again, you old wreckage of a creature! No more crowns . . . no more titles . . . no more speed records . . . You are finished! Finished!

Narrod answered whiningly—brokenly . . .

Make me young again . . . if it’s in your power, Mallo!

First—the money!

That morning, in the Bank of Trigan, a million Thullars were counted out for the young scientist-athlete.

Three hundred and fifty thousand . . . three hundred and sixty thousand . . .

And now . . . the elixir!

Take it! Drink it down!

. . . but later, when you’re alone!

A storm broke over Trigan City that night. It illuminated the luxurious living room of Narrod’s villa, as the old man raised the phial to his lips and devoured the strange brew in one gulp!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 648 on 15 June 1974.