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He can swim anywhere, he can breathe underwater and go flying through the air.

The favorite of Atlantis is the Prince of the Deep!

Sea's firing! From a nearby vantage point, Prince Namor of Atlantis has observed the awesome tableau.

Truly, my cousin Bira, you have proved yourself the munitions master of the Seven Seas.

What you have seen so far, Sire, is but a prelude to a real show of strength.

There is more?

Behold, my latest triumph, the laser gun. Begin the display.

Nothing could prevail against such a potent force.

I am glad you are pleased, Sire.

Now, I find it distressing that we must constantly build a mighty arsenal.

Yet, must we do so as long as Atlantis has such enemies as the barbarian plunderer Atuma and the evil warlord Krang?

No foe would be foolish enough to attack Atlantis now, Sire.

You have served your monarch well, Bira, and shall be amply rewarded.

Rewarded? Yes, indeed, my illustrious cousin. More amply than you suspect.

Bira shall be repaid handsomely for his patriotism.

True patriotism expects no reward, Sire.

Already, you have bestowed upon him every honor in the kingdom.

There is nothing left to give, except your crown.

That, my Lady Dorma, must be earned.

Besides, Bira is too loyal to harbor such an ambition.

Few men are above such an ambition.

He is blood of my blood, and his loyalty is without question.

But in the privacy of his munitions plant, Prince Bira's loyalty takes a strange form.

Here now is the plan.

The citizens of Atlantis must be led to believe that Namor is a warmonger.

Your tongue speaks treason, and the price of treason comes high.

Fear not. Your purses will bulge with riches once the crown of Atlantis is mine.

And if you fail?

I shall not fail. Beyond that door is a weapon Namor did not see, my ultimate weapon.

But only if necessary will I use it to seal my victory.

Now go. Spread the word throughout the land. I will do the rest.

Namor, you must stop this malicious campaign of whispers.

Words cannot undermine my throne. There will always be a few voices sowing the seeds of unrest.

It sounds as if the seeds have taken root.

I must reassure my people.

Some in Lord Vastry and Prince Bira. They will attest to my love of peace.

Citizens of Atlantis, I seek no war.

The munitions display was for the security of our land, not aggression.

Is this not so, cousin Bira?

I know only that you ordered me to manufacture those monstrous weapons.

Warmonger!

You know it was for defense. I know that one who seeks war deserves not to rule.

Long live Prince Bira.

This is treason. It is you who are a traitor to your land.

Therefore, I challenge you to a duel of strength for the throne.

Be not hasty, sir. I suspect a trap.

I accept the challenge.

As soon as the contest is over, deliver these messages.

When you return, you will pay homage to a new monarch.

A tumor?

Mine is for crying.

Methinks Bira is a fool.

A knave, perhaps, but not a fool. I'll warrant his up to some trickery.

No man is a match for my prince.

What can Bira hope to gain?

The crown of Atlantis, my lady. The crown of Atlantis.

And the duel for a throne begins.

Suddenly, Bira plays his trump.

Unaware of the pinprick from Bira's ring, the gallant prince falls.

Namor has fallen.

It cannot be. The blows were but glancing.

People of Atlantis, behold, Namor is vanquished.

And I, Prince Bira, have earned the rights to the throne.

What fate now lies in store for the fallen monarch, Prince Namor, and his beloved Atlantis?

As Prince Bira flushed with victory stands over the fallen Namor...

He has triumphed, as he said he would.

Then let us hasten to deliver these messages, ere we incur the wrath of our new monarch.

A short time later, in the lair of Attuma.

You say you saw it with your own eyes?

Aye. Bira is now ruler of Atlantis.

Then tell your master Attuma's army will be outside the gates of Atlantis within the hour.

And in another dark and foreboding part of the realm...

If what you tell me is true, this is indeed a day for rejoicing.

I swear by Neptune it is so.

Tell Prince Bira that I, Krang, will join Attuma immediately, and we will seal his victory.

What unknown to his emissaries, Bira's victory has been short-lived.

For Atlantis refuses to forsake its true leader.

Tell Prince Namor!

He was defeated in fair combat. He has forfeited his right to the throne.

Prince Namor is our rightful monarch!

I have not yet failed. There is still my ultimate weapon.

A short time later, a furious Bira aims his ultimate weapon on an unsuspecting Atlantis.

Only Namor, because he is half-human, will be immune.

But once these rays permeate the city, the Atlanteans will bend to my will,

and the crown of Atlantis shall be mine.

Meanwhile, in the palace royal, I was defeated.

It was but a moment of weakness. You still hold the heart of the people.

If I have not the strength to defend, have I the right to rule?

There is more than one kind of strength, Sara.

Lord Basti, are you ill?

Ill? Never have I seen things more clearly.

As I was saying, Bira too has strength, and to him do I swear my allegiance.

Surely my ears deceive me.

Down with Namor!

Return against me, even as you.

Abdicate, Namor.

Hear them not, my prince, to some evil plot.

Would you be responsible for civil revolt?

No. Not one drop of blood must be spilt. I will bend to their will.

Namor, I beseech them.

Without the love of my people, I am not worthy of Neptune's trident.

Nor am I worthy of your love. So farewell, my lady.

Namor, come back.

If my prince must suffer exile, then I shall follow.

For without him, life would be without meaning.

With a heavy heart, the mighty Submariner leaves his beloved city,

only to discover a too much army.

And crying, like vultures, they wait to pick the bones of Atlantis.

Paul and I may be, but still will I give my life for my king.

Shoot him! No! He must be captured.

Would you make him a martyr?

Vera is right. Capture him!

Following her chosen destiny, Lady Dorma comes upon the scene.

I must seek help. If Namor would give his life for Atlantis,

surely Atlantis will come to his aid.

Lord Vashti, at this moment, Namor sacrifices himself for this kingdom.

I beg you to come to his support.

Your pleas fall on deaf ears. He is my sworn enemy.

Oh, no!

Behold, Vera! There is your ex-monarch.

Put him aboard, my deaf craft.

I have no fear of death, as long as it is honorable.

All once later, the ominous craft reaches its destination.

It is here, O mighty cousin, that you shall meet your doom.

The sealed pit? This is not the fate of a prince.

I have been deceived. Enough talk. Put him within.

Seal the entrance quickly.

Farewell, soft mariner.

The throne and the crown of Atlantis are now mine.

I have been buried alive.

Will the gallant prince finally meet his end?

In the impenetrable sealed pit.

All my strength is to no avail.

And as Namor continues his struggle against overwhelming odds,

in Atlantis, an anguished Lady Dorma receives two disreputable visitors.

You are Vera's men. What do you want of me?

We care not who sits upon the throne, if the price is right.

I am sure Vera will pay you well.

But he is a pawn in the hands of a Chuma and Krang,

and it is they who will rule in the end.

That must not happen.

I will pay you anything if you will help me find my prince.

We know where he has been taken, but if you will come with us,

we may find a clue to Vera's power over Atlantis.

Shh. There is one of Vera's cards.

I'll make short work of him.

Quickly. In here.

Beyond that door is what Vera called his ultimate weapon.

With it, he claimed he could subjugate Atlantis.

If it is, as I suspect, a hypno-machine, it must be destroyed.

I have forced it.

There. In the corner. Aimed at Atlantis.

That must be Vera's ultimate weapon.

Ah, Vera's new laser beam gun.

Just the weapon I need.

Trespassers. In the lap. Guards. Capture them.

It is too late, my lady. We have been discovered.

Then I shall act quickly.

And if I am right, this will relieve you.

Guards, Caesar. My lady, forgive us.

Caesar, I say. You dare refuse your sovereign?

You are not our sovereign. Only to prince, no more, do we owe allegiance.

The spell is broken, Vera.

Desorbent.

You are not our sovereign, only to prince, no more, do we owe allegiance.

The spell is broken, Vera.

Desorbent.

The spell is broken, Vera.

Desarm her. If you hope to reap your rewards,

it is reward enough to see you squirm.

Where is Prince Namor?

If you refuse to speak, I shall turn you over to the people.

Krang and the Tumor. They have taken him to the sealed pit.

Oh, no. Not that. Bring me Namor's own monoscout craft.

Then deliver this robe to Lord Vashti.

I pray I am not too late.

I have tried all my strength and powers.

Yet I cannot break the seal.

The seal. It disintegrates before my very eyes.

Dorma.

My prince. Thank Neptune you still live.

A tumor and Krang are about to invade the city.

I failed my people once, but I shall never forsake them again.

Have you anything to say before I pass sentence upon you?

I beseech thee. Give me a chance to atone for my mistake.

Very well. But only because you are a prince of the kingdom.

A tumor and Krang know not of my return.

Go then and tell them Atlantis is theirs for the taking.

Are you mad?

Question me not. And if you are thinking of betrayal,

remember your own guns will be trained on you.

I shall not fail.

Sire.

Meanwhile, in the enemy camp...

Ah! At last he returns.

Friends, the time has come.

The gates of Atlantis open to you.

Follow me.

We enter the gates. You ready?

The gates of Atlantis open to you.

The gates of Atlantis open to you.

To was a trap. Retreat before we are slaughtered.

See how the wretched villains flee.

That's just bitter.

I will get him.

No, let him go.

Somewhere in the mists of the sea,

he may find the true meaning of prince of the blood.

And as Atlantis settles down to a normal life again...

There is but one thing I do not understand.

Why did I not succumb to the hypnotic rays of Vera's ultimate weapon?

Because there is one power stronger than any weapon,

the power of true love.

Longer than a whale, he can swim anywhere.

He can breathe underwater and go flying through the air.

The soul of the merrier,

prince of the deep,

who is worthy of any demon.

The neighbor of Atlantis is the prince of the deep.