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Longer than a whale, he can swim anywhere

He can breathe underwater and go flying through the air

And the show of the merrier

Drifts of the deep

Will be ready when it's deep

For favor of Atlantis is the prince of the deep

For surface people, the vast oceans hold many perils.

From treacherous uncharted coral reefs

to the impassable seaweed morass of the Sargasso Sea.

But on a small rock island in a lonely corner of the world,

lurks the deadliest danger of all.

For it is here that the gorgeous evil Lorelei

lures unwary sailors to their watery graves.

Ah, me, another one.

Once it was great fun to entice these foolish seamen

to their doom.

But the last century or so, this pastime has begun to call.

If only I had someone with whom to share

these simple pleasures.

Ah, perhaps the time has come to take a mate.

Such a man would have to be without fear.

Have the strength of a thousand men.

A true prince of the blood.

But of course, only one man combines these qualities.

Prince Namer of Atlantis.

I shall summon him and he will come to my side.

For my siren song is irresistible.

And as the siren song travels downward

to the emerald kingdom of Atlantis,

a non-suspecting Namor chousts with his guards.

Wait.

From whence comes that haunting music?

Music?

I hear nothing.

Surely you hear that.

'Tis like mystic bells.

I cannot resist the call of those golden tones.

He is bewitched.

Answering the call of Lorelei,

Namor nears his goal.

The very waters seamen chanted.

'Tis a graveyard of ships.

Ah, he is here.

How could such a melody come from these barren rocks?

Prince Namor, you heeded my call as I knew you would.

Who are you and why do you summon me?

Men call me Lorelei and soon you will call me wife.

If this be some joke.

Taking a husband is no jesting matter.

Then you are doomed to maidenhood.

Be not so hasty.

Look, I have jewels enough for any kingdom.

With you by my side,

we could have power beyond our wildest dreams.

And besides, am I not beautiful enough to be your princess?

My heart belongs to the Lady Dorma.

My enchantment will soon make you forget her.

Never.

What sorcery is this?

I shall keep you imprisoned

until you agree to take me as your bride.

Nothing stops Namor, Lord of the Seven Seas.

Our ears shall henceforth be deaf to your siren song.

No man has ever spurred me,

nor shall Namor of Atlantis.

I will find a way to make him mine.

And in Atlantis, the Lady Dorma anxiously awaits her prince.

Namor, it was rumored you heard strange music.

The only music I shall ever hear

is the sound of your voice, my lady.

But on her enchanted isle,

an angry Lorelei plots to avenge her injured vanity.

If 'tis the Lady Dorma who stands between us,

then she must be disposed of.

Ah, I have a plan.

One that is sure to bring the arrogant Namor to his knees

and ensure the riddance of Lady Dorma.

The song travels to a dark

and forbidding corner of the realm.

And from his slimy depths,

the mud beast, fearsome monster of the deep,

rises to the corn.

Lorelei, she commands me to go to Atlantis.

I shall obey Lorelei.

Meanwhile, in her chambers at the palace royal,

the Lady Dorma dreams of her love.

Dorma, my Lady, where are you?

A trail of mud.

That can only mean she is a victim of the mud beast.

And as the monster carries the unconscious Dorma

across the ocean floor,

Prince Namor follows his trail in hot pursuit.

His tracks are clear.

He cannot be far now.

Ah, I am upon him.

Release her, bestial one.

I, Namor of Atlantis, command you.

No one commands me but Lorelei.

So this is her evil doing.

Meanwhile, on her desolate island,

the wicked Lorelei gloats.

Soon his heart will be rid of the Lady Dorma

and Namor will be mine.

The invincible mud beast will fight to the death

to obey my slightest wish.

Oh, to the death.

Oh no, Namor will be destroyed.

I must stop the mud beast

or all my plans will have been in vain.

Mud beast, Prince Namor is not to be harmed.

But it seems she is too late

to save the valiant Prince of Atlantis.

And as the mud beast disappears into the murky deeps,

the mud beast vanished with Dorma.

I must reach that accursed island

before any harm can befall my Lady.

What of Prince Namor?

He lives.

Well done, my faithful mud beast.

Now put her down and leave us.

Where?

Where am I?

So, you are the Lady Dorma.

Who are you?

I am Lorelei.

Soon to be betrothed to Namor I of Atlantis.

He would not wed with such as you.

He will follow and find me.

Yes, he will come, but not until it suits me.

My sea dragon will keep him occupied

while you and I trade places.

You see how simple it is?

When it comes to rescue you.

It is me he shall save from your wicked powers.

And as Namor nears Lorelei's island,

such a monster could only be conjured up by law.

Breathes fire, which is my mortal enemy.

Yet I must vanquish him if I am to reach Dorma in time.

If I could but force him to the surface,

it is my only chance.

If it is unexpected, he cannot long

withstand the atmosphere above.

The advantage now is mine.

There, your fiery tongue will lash no more.

Namor, I knew you would come.

Where is Lady Dorma?

You know me not?

I know you are evil and conniving.

My prince, save me from this wicked sorceress.

You're safe.

Trust her not.

'Tis you I do not trust.

Please, listen.

Only because you are a woman do I spare you,

but if ever again you plague any citizen of my realm,

you shall know the wrath of the mighty Submariner.

I beseech thee to listen.

Hear her not, my prince, e'er she bewitches you.

I hear her not.

Once he takes the deadly Lorelei

inside the gates of Atlantis,

then all is lost forever.

And inside those gates?

Ah, my Lady, thank Neptune you are safe.

Out of my way, old one.

She is but weary from her journey.

Of course, of course.

I am weary, escort me to my chamber.

You'll find no mud beast waiting,

and my own guard shall stand outside your door.

Perhaps 'tis the strain of her experience,

but I'm certain she knew not where her chambers were.

I'm sure that ancient was suspicious.

I am Dorma's image exactly, and yet,

I must leave nothing to chance until Namor is mine.

But Lord Vashteh reaches the ears of his monarch first.

What wild flies are these you bring?

Think you I know not the face of Dorma by heart.

The face, yes, but 'tis not Dorma

who speaks with those ruby lips.

Do you suggest she is possessed by some alien spirit?

I suggest she is not Dorma.

So, my Lord Vashteh, again you conspire against me.

Dorma, guard your tongue.

For months he has sought to discredit me with the people.

Sir, 'tis not so.

Enough!

Only I, Lord of the Seven Seas,

have the authority to judge.

You have my permission to leave, Lord Vashteh.

Imperius Rex.

I knew you would not forsake me.

Nor did you forsake me when you risked your life

to save me when I was held captive

of the invaders from Jupiter.

Oh yes, I had forgotten.

Vashteh speaks true.

You're not Dorma.

I was never captured by the Jupiterian invaders.

Then 'twas a trap.

Yes, I know not how you inhabit her body,

but you are Lorelei.

How clever of you.

Well, your evil scheme will not succeed,

for I shall restore her to her rightful self.

And for one woman, would you sacrifice all your subjects?

Behold the citizens of Atlantis.

They are under my spell and there they shall remain

until I become your bride.

How can even the mighty Submariner

decide between saving his people

or Lady Dorma, who now faces the menace of the Mudbeast?

Stay away.

I only wait your command.

Think I'm Lorelei.

Where is Dorma?

Namer of Atlantis rescued her.

I command you to abduct her again,

and should you fail this time.

I shall not fail.

And now, Lorelei, you will find

that two can play your evil game.

Meanwhile, a troubled prince Namor seeks the sanctuary

of his royal chamber.

I cannot leave Dorma to the mercy of the Mudbeast,

nor can I doom Atlantis to Lorelei's spell.

You have reached a decision?

Yes.

A true prince of the blood would not abandon his people.

Therefore, I shall order the marriage arrangements

as soon as my city is freed of your spell.

It shall be done,

but should you contemplate any trickery?

Well, let us say the fate of your kingdom

rests upon your honor.

I know that but too well.

And now, it is an Atlantean custom

to hold a pre-wedding celebration.

How lovely.

I shall release the people at once

so we can hasten the preparations.

While the awakened populace lay deck the city.

And what of the real Lady Dorma, who truly loves you?

I shall not forsake her, but I will need your help.

Now, hear me well.

And as sea trumpets herald the approach

of the bride and groom to be.

Long may our mighty monarch rule over Atlantis.

We pledge our loyalty to Lady Dorma.

Now, you must take the traditional bride's throne.

Bride's throne?

'Tis another custom.

But I wish to keep you by my side.

Should you refuse, they will become suspicious.

Very well, but remember my warning.

I'll not forget.

Play for time, Lord Dashti,

for I shall need every precious second.

May Neptune go with you, brave prince.

As Namor speeds to the rescue of his love,

out of the turbid depths, appears the mud beast.

I must stay out of his reach.

Cue away at him until he leaves his substance.

You are crumbling, mud beast.

Surrender, or you will be no more.

I will come, first rebuild body.

I will come back.

And as the remaining form of the mud beast oozes away

into the shadows.

Namor, 'tis I, Dorma.

Believe not what you see.

Believe only your heart.

I know of the masquerade, my lady,

and rejoice to find you safe.

We must hasten to Atlantis, for our people are in dire peril.

I see Prince Namor nowhere.

I order you to find him at once.

Do you doubt the Lord of the Seven Seas?

I trust him not, nor you.

I shall find him myself.

Stand away, rabble, if you value your lives.

And I thought he has escaped.

Now all of Atlantis shall know my fury.

Why do you seek me here?

Namor, I thought--

That I had fled.

I was but concluding the arrangements.

Then let us tarry no longer.

Order the ceremony to begin.

As you wish.

And as the wedding procession winds its way

through the streets of Atlantis,

the true Lady Dorma mixes with the throng.

If my plan fails, my prince will be lost to me forever.

Go back, you loathsome creature.

Go back, seize her.

Here's Lady Dorma.

I will not fail.

I am not Dorma.

Stop him.

No, I command you not to interfere.

Let me go, let me go.

I only obey moral lie.

Oh, he is strangling me.

There is only one way to save myself.

She is changing.

She is not Dorma.

You are Lorelai, I obey you no more.

There is the real Lady Dorma.

She whom you see before you is the evil Lorelai.

In this struggle with the mudbeats,

she has lost her voice.

And therein lies your true punishment.

And now I banish you to your barren island

for all time to come.

Your siren song will be heard nevermore.

Imperious Rex.

Longer than a whale, he can swim anywhere

He can breathe underwater and go flying through the air

He can show the merrier

Prince of the deep

Who will be where he is every day

Lord David of Atlantis is the prince of the deep