The Aeolian Master - Book One - Revival HTML version

Ben gulped and had to swallow quickly to keep from choking on his late morning coffee. "Great," he
sputtered thinking this was the appropriate response, but at the same time realizing he didn’t mean it. The news
made him glad and sad at the same time. It would probably be one of the great archaeological finds of the
century bringing with it a lot of unanswered questions about Earth, but now he would have to leave Lyil, the
woman he had been secretly looking for his entire life. When he was a young man working hard on the
swording mat everyday, he would sometimes think about finding the right woman and having a good marriage
like his mother and father. Even though he was young he was smart enough to know there is no such thing as a
perfect marriage, there will always be disagreements between two people who love and respect each other, but
arguments between his parents were rare, and they always supported each other when it counted, and more
importantly there was a lot of love. As he looked at Lyil he realized he would have been happier if they hadn’t
found the complex. "So when will I be leaving?" he asked.
Lyil drew in a deep breath and said, "The Galaef is aware of your championship match tonight. He keeps
informed of the people who work for him, and he won't be calling to give you the news until tomorrow.
“But the rumor is, you'll be leaving in two days."
Ben looked at Lyil’s beautiful, red hair falling upon her shoulders and down her back. He set his coffee on
the bar, stepped forward and ran his fingers through it, then he bent over and kissed her, sweet and long. When
they finished, he stepped back and frowned. It occurred to him that once he boarded the spaceship it would be a
long time before he would be able to kiss her again.
It was a look which Lyil didn't miss. "It's okay," she said with an air of resignation. "We'll keep busy with
our work and when your mission is finished, we'll figure out how we're going to spend the rest of our lives
This was the first time either of them had mentioned a serious commitment. But time was running out, and
the subject had to be broached. Otherwise it would turn out to be just another fleeting relationship.
Ben nodded. "Why wait for the mission to be over? We can discuss it now." He picked up his coffee cup
and took an uncomfortable swallow. "I think we should make the necessary arrangements so we can spend time
Lyil looked thoughtfully discontented. "We're going to have some problems figuring it out, since I don't
want to quit my job, and I'm sure you won't want to quit yours either."
Ben set his coffee on the table in front of the couch and sat down next to Lyil. "Actually I have been giving
it some thought, and it has occurred to me that I could take a sabbatical from teaching for a year, and move to
the Outer City. I could do work on translating more of the ancient Earth records. Or if we find something on
Ar I could work on that."
A pleased smile crossed Lyil’s sensuous lips. "Don't be silly,” she said. “You could move in with me and
do your work here."
"Or, I could move in with you," said Ben. "After a year I'm sure we'll know just how serious we are and, at
that time, we can come up with a more permanent solution."
"Sounds good to me," said Lyil. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him as though they were
making love.
And then, they did.
With a sullen look and slightly hunched shoulders Zirnen, the number two sword in the Galaxy, stood on the
other side of the platform from Ben. He waited for the buzzer, which would start the championship match. His
slight build and short stature, about five foot seven, along with his experience, gave him speed and agility not
seen in most swordsmen. The only reason Ben was able to score so many points against him, in the Galactic
Games, lie in the fact that Ben had a keen sense of swording presence. He could concentrate and predict very
accurately his opponent's next move. Plus, Ben had an edge in reach, which increased the effectiveness of his
snake-like thrust.
He’s not happy, thought Ben. Probably wasn’t expecting to meet me in the championship match when he left
his home planet bound for a Tarmorian tournament. Because of the expense most swordsmen, even the top
swordsmen, only traveled to off-world tournaments once every two or three years. Zirnen had come