The Aeolian Master - Book One - Revival
"A woman," said Bo acting surprised. “This is only the second time a woman had chosen the run over the
pits. And even more surprising the computer has slotted her number ten.”
“Yes,” said Hurd. “I know this woman. Her name is Dahms Rassiter. She works as one of the legal
supervisors for Hurd Enterprises. She does a good job, and normally I would be surprised to see her here, but I
remember her parents were sent to prison a number of years ago. So, it looks like a bad apple fell from the bad
tree. Or you might say, ‘like parents, like daughter. She continues to pursue in their criminal ways.” Hurd’s
face lit up. “And how exciting is this? She was put in the number ten stall. I know computers don’t make
mistakes, but I can’t imagine a woman making it through the run. Can you?” He looked around at the council
“No, sir,” said Went.
Hurd punched the button for the final stall, and Ben’s face filled the center screen. Again Hurd didn’t have
to look at his notebook. “Here we have a man by the name of Ben Hillar. He’s an off-worlder, which is most
bewildering. Why would a man come from another planet and get involved with the rebels? They must have
“Didn’t he come with the Galaef’s research team?” asked Bo.
“Yes, he did, which makes it even worse. We contacted the Galaef, of course, and we were told to treat this
man no differently than we would treat any of our rebels.”
Of course, thought Bo.
“I am surprised, however, to see him in the number eleven stall. There must be something about him that I
You should keep up on sporting events, thought Bo. He’s only one of the top swordsmen in the galaxy. And
I’m sure if he gets killed in your infamous run, eventually the galactic games' officials are going to find out.
Then you’ll have hell to pay with the heads of thousands of other planets. His home planet will probably send a
war fleet to blow you out of existence. And guess what? God will be looking the other way.
"This is the most unusual group of runners we’ve ever had,” said Hurd. “This will make a day for strategic
wagering," he looked at the buttons on the left side of his chair. "Okay gentlemen, make your bets. And don't
forget it was a number six and a number two seed who got to the final gate."
Much to his chagrin Bo started making his wagers. Someday Hurd will be thrown off his throne of infamy,
thought Bo. He punched in a prediction of Zone Eight for Ben and Sam hoping they would get through.
The translucent door slid open, and Perry Higley, a small, thin man, stepped out of the stall and onto the soft
powdery sand that composed the entire field between him and the next section. In the other sections he could
hear the hue and cry of beasts and unknown creatures as if beckoning him to his untoward end.
The sands before a deadly tropical paradise, thought Perry. He took a step forward, shuffled his feet to get a
feel for the sand, and then turned his body as he surveyed the surrounding environment. Finally he looked up.
About a hundred feet overhead he could see the steel-girder beams which held the dome's structure in tact, and
mounted to them were small mini-cams used for viewing the runners. He knew they were state of the art mini-
cams with sound amplifiers so the viewers could also hear what was happening in the field of battle. The run
was sent to all the viewers in the city, but no one in the lower class, which was most of the city, would watch
such a barbaric event.
"Good morning, Mr. Higley," said a voice from above resounding upon the battlefield and the participants
He knew it was Hurd.
"And good morning to the rest of you." There was a pause, and the sound over the microphone cracked and
hummed like a bad record over a loud speaker. "I am sorry you are about to embark on a most dangerous
journey, one which will most likely result in your death. But you have violated the laws of our city bringing
with it a threat to the city council and the good citizens who abide herein.
"For reasons of your own and having been warned that the odds of making it through the run are extremely
slim, you have, nevertheless, chosen this over the crystal pit. I admire your courage and bravery, and for some
of you, your confidence that you think you can actually make it to the end. This is most commendable." He