"It's very simple, really. The Earl Vodros is Yalas Kayser. Lord Mastral's uncle." Asteria looked sideways at Dai. He stared straight ahead, his jaw clenched and his face angry. She touched his arm. "He's having me court-martialed so I can't fly against Kayser?" Dai nodded sharply. "I told you about that family. Tricky." He took a deep breath and let it out in an exasperated sigh. "Don't worry, you're safe from washing out. The officers who serve as judges will be instructors, and everyone at the Academy knows about the Adastra rule." "I'm not so sure about being safe," Asteria said gloomily. "Vodros seemed to think he had me." Dai snorted. "If they refused you, they'd have to review the appointments of about a hundred others, half of them Aristos. It'll never happen. But what is Helene going to do? Field just twenty-four pilots?" "No," Asteria said. "I read up on the rules for the War Games, and there's a way out. Come on, let's find her." They located her in the common room, looking haggard and studying a tactics pulsebook.
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