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 Now what? Jeresa whispered.  Are we going to hide behind the bleachers all night long?
Marcus shook his head.  I saw Caspian s colors halfway around the arena. If we keep walking in this direction we ll come out at his stable. Hopefully, he
can help us get out of here without causing a riot.
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Caspian slipped his arms into the long-sleeved fur cloak. Insulated goggles and fur muffs completed his attire. His crew worked feverishly behind him
harnessing eight reindeer to the light racing sleigh and throwing mounds of furs into the back. He shaded his eyes with his hand and studied their
opponents. The louts had increased their number to about twenty drunken men shouting rude insults while they pushed and shoved their way through the
crowd.  Why do you want to run? We can take those fools down with one hand tied behind our backs.
Marcus shook his head.  I didn t spend twenty-five years in space and earn my gray hairs for nothing. We don t have the time to deal with the lawyers and
fines that will come after the fight. Remember, our ship leaves tomorrow afternoon. Our best bet is to get out of here and grab the next shuttle.
Caspian threw his head back and roared with laughter. Finally he stopped, wiped the tears from his eyes and clapped his hand on Marcus s shoulder.  It s
worth it to hear you admit you ve become a sedate old graybeard after all your years in space. He jabbed his thumb at the sleigh.  Make sure you strap
your lovely ladies in this time. I ll get you out of here in one piece but I can t guarantee a quiet ride.
They climbed aboard in a heated rush and hurriedly fastened the straps over the furs and themselves.
Caspian clambered up to the driver s seat and gathered the reins into his gloved hands. He cracked his whip and yelled,  Hee haw!
The reindeer took off at a fast walk, scattering tables aside. People yelled and jumped out of the way. They bumped across the rutted snow and slush and
eased onto the racetrack. Only instead of going around the circle, Caspian cut across the middle and the sleigh slipped and skidded sideways while he
drove them straight out the back exit of the dome into the cold frosty air of the night.
Outraged screams and yells followed them. Caspian yelled at the top of his lungs and cracked his whip high in the air. His team increased their speed.
The sleigh lurched forward. Marcus squeezed Jeresa and Serena s hands.  Hold on tight now. This is only the beginning.
They went from a trot to a gallop down the rutted lane behind the concession stands and parking lot. A flood of angry young men stormed out of the dome
and ran into the lot after them. Doors slammed. Motors and rotors started up on aircars and groundcars.
All eight of the huge gas planets that gave Asgardholm s star system excellent resources for spacecraft fuel had already risen. Named after the ancient
legendary Norse Frost Giants, they glowed like brilliant moonlets against the flaming sheets of the aurora borealis blazing across the black star-studded
sky.
Streamers of white air blew from the reindeer s snouts. Their legs moved so fast that they blurred. They looked like magical creatures from a fairy tale now
racing across the snow. Caspian pulled a full-face black ski mask over his head, ears and mouth, and his goggles over his eyes. He stood, braced his
feet on the running board, yelled and cracked his whip again.
The sleigh lurched forward under another sudden burst of speed while the reindeer maintained their headlong gallop. Their harness bells jingled in a wild
chorus. The chilled night air whipped past the sleigh in an icy stream and brought tears to everyone s slitted eyes.
Faster and faster they moved. The sleigh felt like it was flying across the snow. The stars blurred into an endless stream of light in the sky above them.
The sound of aircars and groundcars filled the air behind them.
One mile, two miles, three miles sped past in a blur while aircars and groundcars roared behind them in furious chase. In no time at all, they skidded to a
stop in a shower of snow and ice in front of the spaceport dome.
With frantic frozen hands they fumbled at their safety belts, undid them and scrambled out onto the ground.
Caspian pulled his ski mask away from his face. With a crazy grin, he waved at them to enter the spaceport and yelled,  Next time, stay a little longer. I ll
show you a real race then! He cracked his whip and guided his sleigh away in a shower of snow and ice. Groundcars and aircars swooped and swerved
in panicked flight from the massive reindeer running full tilt at them.
 At least spacers aren t crazy fools like these dirtsiders. Marcus linked hands with his crewmates and led them into the spaceport.  Maybe next time we ll
stay longer. But for now, I m more than ready to go home.
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