The Aeolian Master - Book One - Revival
“This is Dr. May.”
“Get the hell out of there. A hurricane is coming.”
“Just give me a moment. I’m almost finished.”
“You don’t have a moment! Get the hell out of there!”
“Just a couple of minutes,” said Dr. May. “Hurricanes take at least two days,” and he switched off before
Ben had a chance to explain that this one originated no more than a quarter of a mile away.
“Damn,” said Ben. He turned and ran for the door.
“Where are you going!?” Dr. Suzn yelled after Ben.
He was already to the doorway and the door was sliding open when he growled out, “I have to get May.”
“You don’t have time!” yelled Clifford. “It’ll be here in less than five minutes.”
Ben ignored him and ran through the doorway, down the passageway, through another doorway, down three
flights of stairs, down another passageway, and finally made it to the ramp. He ran as fast as his legs would
take him. He ran across the field and entered the building cursing May as he went, and not being kind to his
mother’s image either. He ran down a hallway turned left and ran another sixty feet, turned left again, and
finally he could see Dr. May and three other men about twenty feet down the corridor.
A three foot length of the steel girder had been cut and was lying on floor. Dr. May had just finished cutting
a piece of concrete out of the wall.
Ben ran down the hall, and with a grunt tried to pick up the steel girder. It never occurred to him it would be
so heavy. He pointed at Jask, on of the laborers, and indicated the other end of the girder. When they had it
lifted, he said, “Let’s go!” The hurricane’s coming, and it’s only three minutes away.”
“Three minutes. That’s impossible,” said Dr. May.
“I’m telling you it’s three minutes away.” Ben started down the hall carrying one end of the girder. Then he
and the other man started trotting in rhythm. They exited the library and started across the field. Just then, Dr.
May, holding a piece of concrete in his hand, and the other two laborers passed them running for the ship.
The wind was blowing and stirring up the dust. Ben had just decided to drop the girder and run for the ship
when a gale-force wind struck. He quickly found out the heavy, steel girder was his friend. Dr. May and the
other two men were swept off their feet and disappeared into a cloud of dust. Ben was sure they were
screaming as they went, but he never heard it over the howling of the wind.
The storm was slapping furiously at Ben and Jask, but the girder was acting as an anchor.
“Let’s go faster,” yelled Ben over the noise of the wind. “The hurricane will be here in less than a minute.
They made it up the ramp and fell into the corridor dropping the steel girder to the floor.
“Computer!” yelled Ben. “Have the pilot lift off.”
“Yes, Ben” said the soft, feminine voice.
The ramp slid into the ship, and then the ship rose quickly, and just in time to avoid the hurricane. They
were tossed about for a few minutes, but the ship finally made it into the upper atmosphere without further
Ben knew it wasn’t uncommon for scientists, especially archaeologists, to be killed when working on a
foreign planet, but the death of Dr. May and the other two men seemed totally unnecessary. Ben wanted to
blame himself for their deaths, but Dr. Suzn wouldn’t have it. She convinced him if Dr. May had run out of the
library when they contacted him, everyone would have been safe.
Ben grumbled something about the responsibility of the team leader, which meant he still felt somewhat
After this incident all future expeditions to Earth were cancelled, except for two digs which were conducted
from space. The problem with this type of exploration is the cost. Everything had to be done with robotics
including the flight to the planet and the flight back. Finally there were no more digs.
But Ben had enough from these three digs to keep him and Dr. Suzn busy for a long time.
After deciphering a pamphlet they found near the front doors of the library they discovered that the library,
which had managed to stand against the holocaust, or at least preserve a lot of the information, was located in a
place once known as "Kansas City, Kansas, U.S.A."
Of the many books recovered from this library, Ben translated one that was entitled, “Webster's
Intercollegiate Dictionary.” Quite a bit of it had been destroyed through the ages of time, and a lot of the words
were difficult to read, but while he was deciphering the "F's" he found the word "fencing." Most of the
definition was missing, but when translating it he found the word "sport," which was confusing since the word
above it, "fence" was defined as a vertical structure built to keep people or animals in or out of a particular