The bomb landed close by the barbarian horde and sent up a small shower of sand and dirt.

The message was flashed back from the craft that had delivered the projectile . . . 

It hasn’t gone off.

News soon reached Peric’s laboratory in Trigan city. He turned to Vallu and his assistant Forri . . . 

Let all Elekton thank the stars that you two were not competent enough to get the detonating mechanism right. If you had, it would have been the end of the planet!

It was the Emperor Trigo who voiced the question that was on everyone’s lips . . . 

Elekton has been spared the bomb, but what about the barbarians? What about Yossa?

The captive Zorza answered him . . . 

Just set me free, Majesty. I’ll handle that young firebrand.

The barbarians were devastating the outskirts of the Trigan Empire when they espied a familiar figure.

Behold, Yossa! The mighty Zorza has returned to us!

Zorza!























Yossa was silent and contrite before his rightful chief.

You have had your brief hour of glory, and now it’s over, my children, go back to the wilderness, where it’s safe.

Yackrass was back on his weekly audivision programme, but much changed . . . 

The events of the last few days have taught us all a lesson, my friends. The people of this planet must learn to live together amicably.

The months passed. Lukaz Rann lived quietly in his Trigan City villa, waiting for the end.

I shall not live to see the blossoms fall.

But, the blossoms fell, and winter came.

I’m still here.

An intensive examination revealed the truth.

Your injuries have cleared up of their own accord. You will live!

All Trigan City watched the peerless rocketeer make his next recordbreaking ascent.

Good old Lukaz!

He streaked triumphantly skywards—on his way to another record-breaking feat which was to make him a legend in his lifetime.

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 708 on 9 August 1975.