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The fungus grew—and grew! Presently, the older buildings began to collapse under the tremendous weight.

The whole city is falling down!

The green scourge even penetrated the interior of buildings. Within days, the Imperial Archives—nerve centre of the Trigan administration—was a shambles.

We can’t go on! This green stuff is everywhere!

The Imperial Council met in a state of panic.

Government has become impossible in the city!

Tharv is certain to invade us, knowing our weakness!

There are food riots in the streets!

Be silent!

The Emperor Trigo’s voice was calm and commanding.

The city will be evacuated immediately. The capital of the empire will be removed to the town of Vorgpass till the . . . emergency . . . is over.

News that the city was to be abandoned to the green fungus sent a wave of despair through the population. Grim-faced and silent, they took what belongings they could carry and filed out through the green-carpeted streets.

The voice of Uruz the blind beggar sounded like a knell of doom.

I told them, but they wouldn’t listen! I warned them that evil had been done!
























	














But, before the evacuation could be completed, it happened again.

The green fog! It’s come back!

Swirling over the fungus-hung rooftops glided the sinister green cloud.

Aaaaaaagh!

The green blindness enveloped the city, for the rest of that day and the day after.

I can’t take any more! I think I shall go mad!

It must end . . . mustn’t it?

The green fog cleared as quickly as it had come. And the weary and frightened people looked about them.

The fungus has gone!

Thank the stars!

But, as the great scientist Peric commented . . .

Not completely gone, as you see. It is as if someone had come along and cut off the fruit of the growth, to allow for more growth!

What are you suggesting?

I hardly know, Imperial Majesty! But I think we must send for Uruz the blind beggar again. I suggest we listen to him more patiently than we did before.

So Uruz was once more summoned to appear before the Imperial Council of the empire. But this time he was treated with respect.

Now, Uruz, if you will be so kind as to repeat to the council everything you heard and sensed while the green fog was enveloping the city.

The top people of the empire hung on the words of a blind beggar!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 734 on 7 February 1976.

 
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The might and majesty of the Imperial Council of the empire was gathered to hear the evidence of a poor, blind beggar.

Now, good fellow, you are not going to try and convince all these learned and wise people that there were actually aliens walking about in the city during the period of the green fog?

It’s true, I tell you.

My ears are my eyes and I heard them! Many of them! Walking in the fog as sure-footed as sighted people do in the broad light of day, and they were doing evil work!

What kind of evil work?

Uruz had no answer to the last question. The Emperor consulted with Peric, the wise scientist.

Do you think this fellow is telling the truth?

We have no way of knowing, Imperial Majesty. He may be sincere. He may be mistaken. On the other hand, he may simply be seeking notoriety.

The general opinion of the Imperial Council was that the blind beggar was trying to fool them.

Uruz, you are lucky not to be imprisoned for contempt. Don’t let us hear from you again with your trumped-up tales!

You’ll be sorry, you’ll have cause to remember my words! Great evil has been done in this city . . . great evil!

A lunar month passed. Life went on in the hub of the mighty Trigan Empire.

One day, Janno, the Emperor’s nephew, drove to see his old friend Peric, at the great scientist’s villa just outside the walls.
























	














He found Peric absorbed in an unusual task.

What are you up to?

I’m examining this green fungus that’s suddenly appeared on my wall.

The curious thing is, in all my lifetime’s scientific study, I’ve never come across its like before.

The following morning, the Emperor Trigo rose early and went out on to the balcony of his bedchamber. What he saw there brought a strangled cry of shock to his lips.

By all the stars!

The stonework of the Imperial palace was hung with a strange green fungus.

It’s . . . unbelievable!

What was more, the entire city was plastered with the green scourge.

In his accustomed place at the foot of Trigo’s statue in the great square, the blind beggar, uruz, shouted his woeful dirge.

I told them evil had been done, but they wouldn’t listen to me! And now the evil is all about us!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 733 on 31 January 1976.

 
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The blind beggar Uruz had sat at the base of Trigo’s statue in the great square of the city for as long as anyone could remember. One morning, Janno the Emperor’s nephew was crossing the square. As always, he dropped a coin into the beggar’s hat.

A thousand thanks, Lord Janno.

You knew who I was! Yet I never uttered a word!

So you think that I can see after all. But you are wrong, Lord Janno. Why, I know you from the sound of your footfall, from the very rustle of your uniform. My eyes are my ears!

The incident had passed from Janno’s mind by the time he reached the air fleet base, climbed into his tiny fighter craft and took off.

Calling control. Have cleared the ground. Your orders, please.

His orders took him to the stratosphere, high above the surface of Elekton, patrolling the sky frontiers of the Trigan Empire.

At about noon, people in the great square of Trigan City saw . . . IT!

Look!

What is it?

It was a wall of swirling green fog that swept across the great capital, enveloping everything . . .

It’s fantastic!

I’ve never seen such a thing before!
























	














. . . in a blanket of green blindness!

Help!

Where are you?

I can’t see a thing!

High above, Janno was shocked to hear the controller’s panic-stricken cries over his communicator.

It’s all gone green! I’m blind! Janno, for pity’s sake! . . .

What’s happening down there?

Receiving no reply, Janno brought his craft down in a screaming dive. Nearing the ground, he saw the ominous green cloud that shrouded the city.

It’s . . . unbelievable!

Even as he looked, the green murk cleared away and the capital of the Trigan Empire lay below him in all its accustomed glory.

It’s . . . gone!

The pandemonium in the city was indescribable, with crashed vehicles littering the streets, and frightened and bewildered people wandering about in shock.

It was as if the end of the world had come.

What if it happens again?

I think I shall go out of my mind!

Uruz, the blind beggar, cried out in a loud voice.

I tell you something terrible has taken place! An alien people have been amongst us.

What? Explain yourself!

His words struck a chill into the hearts of all his listeners.

While this green fog of which you speak was upon us, while you were all stumbling about like the newly-blind . . . there came amongst us some who walked with sure-footed tread, as if they could see!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 732 on 24 January 1976.