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  Wind Rider’s Oath

  David Weber

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  Bahzell of the Hradani is Back!

  Exciting Fantasy Adventure

  by the New York Times

  Best-Selling Author of the

  Honor Harrington Series.

  In The War God’s Own, Bahzell had managed to stop a war by convincing Baron Tellian, leader of the Sothôii, to “surrender” to him, the War God’s champion. Now, he has journeyed to the Sothôii Wind Plain to oversee the parole he granted to Tellian and his men, to represent the Order of Tomanâk, the War God, and to be an ambassador for the hradani. What’s more, the flying coursers of the Sothôii have accepted Bahzell as a windrider—the first hradani windrider in history. And since the windriders are the elite of the elite among the Sothôii, Bahzell’s ascension is as likely to stir resentment as respect. That combination of duties would have been enough to keep anyone busy—even a warrior prince like Bahzell—but additional complications are bubbling under the surface. The goddess Shigu, the Queen of Hell, is sowing dissension among the war maids of the Sothôii. The supporters of the deposed Sothôii noble who started the war are plotting to murder their new liege lord and frame Bahzell for the deed. Of course, those problems are all in a day’s work for a champion of the War God. But what is Bahzell going to do about the fact that Baron Tellian’s daughter, the heir to the realm, seems to be thinking that he is the only man—or hradani—for her?

  Praise for the Earlier Novels in the Series:

  Oath of Swords

  “David Weber branches out into fantasy with this latest novel, and does as well as he does with hardware-heavy space opera … colorful characters … compelling reading, with plenty of sword & sorcery action and a pleasant sense of humor.” —Locus

  “The creator of SF series heroine Honor Harrington turns successfully to fantasy … Weber is … emerging as a consistent producer of highly entertaining and intelligent action tales.” —Booklist

  The War God’s Own

  “The action is brisk, the world-building an intelligent extrapolation from classic fantasy elements … Most fantasy fans should find the novel … irresistibly entertaining fare…” —Publishers Weekly

  “Filled with memorable and distinctive characters … [The War God’s Own] will have new readers looking for the first book and anticipating the sure-to-come third… Weber proves his talent for the storyteller’s cadences … this book is for readers who enjoy immersing themselves in the myriad dimensions of an alternative world.” —VOYA

  “Excellent fantasy drama…” —The Bookwatch

  “Bahzell Bahnakson, the reluctant hero of Oath of Swords, returns in this entertaining fantasy sequel … there’s plenty of action and amusing banter … making it a great read.” —Locus

  “… a well realized fantasy world … Weber deftly fleshes out such concepts as the underground cities of the tale’s dwarves, the immortality of its elves, [and] the power of its demons to destroy those who summon them…” —Booklist

  Cover art by Larry Elmore

  Maps by Eleanor Kostyk

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  Hardcover

  This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

  First printing, May 2004

  Distributed by Simon & Schuster

  1230 Avenue of the Americas

  New York, NY 10020

  Printed in the United States of America

  ISBN: 0-7434-8821-0

  Copyright 2004 by David Weber

  All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.

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  For Megan, Morgan, and Michael,

  who hold my heart in their hands.

  And always and especially for Sharon,

  the center of us all, for making miracles possible.

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  Also in this series:

  Oath of Swords

  The War God's Own

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  On Basilisk Station

  The Honor of the Queen

  The Short Victorious War

  Field of Dishonor

  Flag in Exile

  Honor Among Enemies

  In Enemy Hands

  Echoes of Honor

  Ashes of Victory

  War of Honor

  edited by David Weber:

  More than Honor

  Worlds of Honor

  Changer of Worlds

  The Service of the Sword

  Honorverse:

  Crown of Slaves (with Eric Flint)

  Mutineers' Moon

  The Armageddon Inheritance

  Heirs of Empire

  Empire From the Ashes (MegaBook)

  Path of the Fury

  The Apocalypse Troll

  The Excalibur Alternative

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  Insurrection

  Crusade

  In Death Ground

  The Shiva Option

  with John Ringo:

  March Upcountry

  March to the Sea

  March to the Stars

  with Eric Flint:

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  Table of Contents

  Maps

  Characters

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  The Gods of Norfressa

  The Gods of Light

  The Dark Gods

  Maps

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  Characters

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  Alfar Axeblade

  Sothôii armsman/horse herder from the holding of Warm Springs.

  Balcartha Evahnalfressa

  Comman
der of Five Hundred; the senior officer of the Kalatha town guard.

  Brother Relath

  an acolyte in the Balthar Temple of Tomanâk.

  Cassan Axehammer

  Baron Toramos, Lord Warden of the South Riding. Baron Tellian’s most powerful political enemy, and someone who does not believe that it is possible or desirable to coexist with hradani.

  Cathman the Peddler

  an alias of Varnaythus.

  Dahlaha Farrier

  Triahm Pickaxe’s mistress and a worshiper of Shigu.

  Dalthys Hallafressa

  the town administrator of Kalatha.

  Darhal Pickaxe

  previous Lord Warden of Lorham. Trisu Pickaxe’s deceased father.

  Darnas Warshoe

  a trusted spy and agent of Baron Cassan.

  Dathgar

  Baron Tellian’s bonded courser. The name means “Thunder Grass.”

  Edinghas Bardiche

  One of Baron Tellian’s vassals; Lord Warden of Warm Springs.

  Eramis Yohlahnafressa

  a war maid; one of Saretha’s partisans.

  Erathian Halberd

  Lord Warden of the Fens; one of Baron Tellian’s vassals plotting with Duke Cassan against him.

  Erlis Rahnafressa

  Commander of One Hundred; the war maid officer in charge of training at Kalatha.

  Ermath Balcarafressa

  The head of Housekeeping for Kalatha.

  Festian Wrathson

  Lord Warden of Glanharrow. Baron Tellian’s choice to replace the traitor Mathian Redhelm at Glanharrow.

  Forhada Helmcleaver

  A wind rider who joins Bahzell’s attack on Krahana’s servants. His courser is named Konhandro, or “Mist Born.”

  Gharnal Uthmâgson

  Bahzell’s foster brother; a member of the Order Tomanâk.

  Garlahna Lorhanalfressa

  a young war maid assigned by Erlis as Leeana’s mentor.

  Garthan Warbridle

  Lord Warden of Hollow Cave. One of Baron Cassan’s vassals.

  Gayrfressa

  the courser filly Bahzell heals at Warm Springs. The name means “Daughter of the Wind” or “Wind Daughter.”

  Gayrhalan

  Hathan’s bonded courser. The name means “Storm Souled.”

  Gurlahn Morakson

  the Horse Stealer warrior commanding the guard assigned to Bahzell in Balthar by his father.

  Hahnal Bardiche

  the eldest son of Lord Warden Edinghas.

  Halahk Arrowsmith

  one of Baron Cassan’s vassals.

  Haliku Koharth

  a Servant of Krahana, under the orders of Jerghar.

  Tarith Shieldarm

  Leeana’s personal armsman.

  Tarlan Swordsmith

  Lord Warden of High Tranith. One of Baron Cassan’s vassals.

  Tellian Bowmaster

  Baron of Balthar, Lord Warden of the West Riding.

  Thalgahr Rarikson

  one of the hradani warriors assigned to Bahzell’s bodyguard by his father.

  Tharnha Garhlanfressa

  a war maid; one of Saretha Keralinfressa’s partisans.

  Theretha Maglahnfressa

  a war maid artist (glassblower) from Kalatha.

  Trebdor Horsemaster

  one of Baron Cassan’s vassals.

  Treharm Haltharu

  a Servant of Krahana, under the orders of Jerghar.

  Triahm Pickaxe

  Lord Warden Trisu’s cousin, a bitter enemy of all war maids.

  Trisu Pickaxe

  Lord Warden of Lorham.

  Varnaythus

  Master Varnaythus; a black sorceror and priest of Carnadosa.

  Walasfro

  Sir Kelthys Lancebearer’s courser. The name means “Son of Battle.”

  Walsharno

  Gayrfressa’s older brother, the courser who bonds with Bahzell. His name means “Battle Dawn” (it could also be translated “Dawn of Battle” or “Battle Sun”).

  Welthan Handaxe

  Lord Warden of Dronhar, one of Baron Cassan’s vassals.

  Yalith Tamalithfressa

  Mayor of Kalatha.

  Prologue

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  Thunder rumbled overhead like a distant battering ram, pounding at the hasp of heaven. The harsh grumble was muted in the stone-walled room, but the waterfall sound of pounding rain came through the single open window on the windy breath of the chilly spring night. Half a dozen richly dressed men sat around the large wooden table’s polished surface. Three of them nursed ruby-hearted wineglasses. Two more quaffed beer from elaborately ornamented tankards. The sixth leaned back in the larger, more heavily ornamented chair at the head of the table. A small glass of Dwarvenhame whiskey sat before him, warm amber in the light of the oil lamps, and he squinted through a cloud of fragrant smoke as he used a flaring splinter to relight his pipe from the lamp at his end of the table.

  He waved out the flaming splinter and replaced the lamp chimney. His pipe hissed softly as he drew upon it, then exhaled a single, perfectly formed ring of smoke. More thunder rumbled, a little closer this time, and the darkness outside the window flickered to the distant dance of lightning, far away on the edge of the rainy world.

  “I agree that the situation is intolerable, Milord,” one of the beer-drinking men said into the calm stillness created by the comfort of a fire on a night of storm and wind. His hair was the golden red often seen among the oldest of Sothôii noble families, and his expression was unhappy, to say the least. He took another swallow from his tankard, raised hand flickering with the dance of golden rings and reflecting gems. Then he set the tankard back down and shrugged. “Still, we seem to have no option but to accept it.”

  “I’m afraid Welthan is right about that, Milord,” one of the wine-drinkers agreed sourly. “It’s an insult to every Sothôii ever born, but as long as Tellian is prepared to swallow it himself, he can force it down all of our throats, as well.”

  “And as long as the King is prepared to allow him to,” another of the wine-drinkers reminded them all darkly. “Don’t forget that, Garthan.”

  “I’m not forgetting anything, Tarlan,” Garthan replied shortly. “But does any man at this table believe that His Majesty hasn’t been … poorly advised in this instance?”

  “Ill-advised or well-advised, the King is the King,” the pipe-smoking man at the head of the table observed. His voice was well modulated, his tone almost but not quite mild. There was also a faintly dangerous set to his handsome face, and Garthan stiffened slightly in his chair.

  “It was not my intent to suggest anything else, Milord.” His own voice was deferential, but cored with stubbornness. “Nonetheless, there is a reason His Majesty has a Council, and you are a member of it. Is it not the function of a councilor to counsel? And who is more valuable? A councilor who offers his own wisdom, even when it may not be the most popular advice? Or one who will not disagree when he believes that other, more … expedient councilors are in error?”

  The night outside the chamber was on the cold side of cool, and the breeze blowing through the window was a bit stronger than it had been a moment before. No doubt that accounted for the chill which breathed through the room.

  “You’re correct, of course,” the man at the head of the table told Garthan after a long, still moment, stroking his golden beard with his left hand. “Yet so is Tarlan. And while I may sit on the Council, I’m certainly not the only one who does. Prince Yurokhas also sits there, for example. And at the moment, King Markhos seems prepared to listen to the prince and give Tellian the opportunity to pursue his useless attempt to ‘peacefully coexist’ with the hradani.”

  More than one of the men seated around the table looked as if he wanted to spit on the polished stone floor, and there was a low mutter of thunder-washed disgust. Yet none of them could disagree with what their host had just said.

  “Well, yes, Milord,” the second beer-drinker
agreed after several seconds. “We’re all aware of that, as I’m sure you realized before you called us here tonight. But I trust you’ll forgive my possible bluntness in observing that you didn’t choose us for this meeting because of our ardent agreement with Prince Yurokhas’ position.”

  His tone was so droll that more than one of the men at the table actually found themselves chuckling, and even the pipe-smoking man smiled.

  “For my own part,” the speaker continued, “I readily admit that I have personal as well as patriotic reasons for detesting the present situation. My kinsman Mathian finds himself little better than a beggar, a pensioner in my house, supplanted by a jumped-up, common-born knight without a drop of noble blood in his veins.” His tone was no longer droll, and his eyes were dangerous. “Leaving aside the insult to my entire family—and to every true noble house among us—there is such a thing as justice. We have a bone to pick with Baron Tellian, and I, for one, refuse to pretend we don’t. Nor, I think, are you prepared to do so, Milord.”

  Some of the others suddenly seemed to find the contents of their glasses or tankards deeply absorbing. They stared down into them as if consulting fermented auguries, but the man at the head of the table only looked steadily at the one who had spoken.

  “I have never pretended I didn’t have many bones to pick with Tellian of Balthar, Lord Saratic. I do. And you’re quite right to point out that I invited all of you to join me this evening because I felt confident each of you do, as well. Yet it behooves all of us to remember that to openly assail him over this matter risks presenting the appearance of defying the King. Before we may deal properly with Tellian and his pet hradani, we must bring King Markhos to realize that, as Garthan says, he has been poorly advised in this matter. Once he withdraws support from Tellian, we may become more … direct in our methods. But for the present, as loyal subjects and vassals of the King, we must lend his policies our firm public support.”

  “Of course, Milord,” Saratic agreed. “I would never suggest—and it was never my intention—that we do anything else. As you say, it is our manifest duty to the Crown to make our acceptance of the King’s policies clear. And public.”