The Lost Years (continued . . .)

Janno followed Narri over the high battlements, with a last word for Roffa. You know where to meet up—tonight ! Right ! good luck ! He struck the water of the moat with breath- robbing force, and seized the floundering Narri. Aaaah . . . aaaahhh . . . I’m drowning ! Courage, Narri ! In here ! They crawled into the dank darkness. Where . . . where does it lead ? It’s an overflow for the moat. It probably comes out at the river bank. Meanwhile, Roffa had raised the alarm. What’s happened ? Where’s the prisoner ? He jumped for it ! Lord Janno went after him. He’ll catch him, never fear ! That night, Roffa went to Janno’s apartment—to find his friend and Narri already there. It was easy. We were home before dark. I contacted the governor and told him Narri had given me the slip. There won’t be much fuss. Narri isn’t important. They regard him as a harmless half-wit. Well—what do we do to save the empire ? Is there anything we can do to change the future ? Narri saw it happen—isn’t it unchangeable ? Narri answered him. Three years from now, I saw a young tree growing outside my house. The other day, I tore it out of the ground as a sapling. Here it is ! I have kept it concealed upon my person ever since ! It is proof that we can change coming events !

This installment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 575 on 20 January 1973.