The Thing from the Sea (continued . . .)




As Sorra raised her hands to strike—Janno entered. Uncle ! We've returned— and all's well ! Nephew ! Sorra switched her aim to Janno ! You shall be the first to perish ! The three Trigans threw themselves aside as the searing green flame tore past. It struck the prisoner—Ura Zircon, Lord of the Planet Thalla ! Uuuuuh . . . Father ! Father and daughter ? I don't understand . . . She's a Thallan— and was infiltrated into the palace to kill you. Janno told his uncle about the Thallans' search for a new planet. What's this strange power she has ? It's some kind of electro-magnetic force they can aim from the fingertips—they all have it, which is why we tied Ura Zircon's hands behind him. And then—Ura Zircon opened his eyes. Oh, Father . . . It is fortunate that the force which would have killed a Trigan was only sufficient to stun me. There was no fight left in the Lord of Thalla. I have failed. My people are at your mercy—what are you going to do with us ? That is for the Imperial Council to decide.
That same day, the council of the Empire met to decide the fate of the Thallans. Trigo listened to their views. These monsters should be destroyed ! No—send them back where they came from ! Kill them, I say ! And then . . . I say NO ! There will be no more killing. The Trigan Empire has absorbed many peoples within its boundaries—why not the Thallans ? So it was that the Thallan survivors were brought before the Emperor. You will be given a vast area on the bed of the Great Ocean. Develop it —build your cities— raise your crops—and live in peace. Thank you, Imperial Majesty ! Later, Trigo spoke with Ura Zircon. Tell me—why did you choose Elekton for conquest ? It was the most suitable for our needs. We made many exploratory journeys to other planets . . . Ura continued . . . “including Earth. No doubt we alarmed them . . .” I wonder if the people of that planet could have defeated you —as we did !

This installment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 473 on 6 February 1971.

 

Mazaratto’s Universal Elixir (continued . . .)




The projectile zapped over Janno's bent head as he connected with his quarry ! Aaaaaghh ! The young Air Fleet pilot dragged the half-conscious sniper to his feet. What are you up to, you murderous wretch ? Firing on innocent people indiscriminately ! Are you out of your mind ? Huh ? . . The other's voice rose in a terrified wail . . . It isn't me . . . it's the others ! The team of investigators from the Special Branch visited the home of the arrested sniper, who was found to be a certain Klospor, a clerk at the Ministry of Taxes, who lived with his widowed mother. I tell you my boy's a good boy. Never hurt anyone in his life ! Did he have any problems ? Money problems ? Work problems ? Health problems ? No, he didn't ! Well, he recently complained of a bad toothache—but he was taking Dr. Mazaratto's elixir for that. What elixir did you say, lady ? Dr. Mazaratto's. He bought it at the Trigan fair. The name struck a chord of memory in the highly trained mind of the special investigator . . . Dr. Mazaratto . . . now . . . that's odd . . . Very odd !
Meanwhile, Dr. Mazaratto the fake medicine man was doing great business at a fair in nearby Cato—largely thanks to the acting of his accomplice. He cured me ! One swallow, and I can walk for the first time in my life ! I'll take one ! Two for me ! One at a time, folks. Plenty for all. One of the purchasers was a prosperous young lawyer named Zelli. He suffered agonies from headaches, and did not wait to leave the fair before he partook of the elixir. If it rids me of this awful pain, I can fly home in peace. By the time Zelli reached his private craft, it seemed to him that the pain had somewhat abated. It may be my imagination, but I seem to feel a bit better . . . In the air and heading for his luxury villa out of town, he sensed—danger ! There's a craft following me ! . . It came at him from out of the suns—spitting flame and destruction ! Next instant, his cockpit was a shambles of riddled wreckage !

This installment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 803 on 4 June 1977.