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“Elliott’s sure-handed and seductive blend of exotic locales, complex interstellar politics, intriguing cultures, realistic romance, and wonderfully realized characters is addictive. I want my next fix!” —Jennifer Robertson, author of the Novels of Tiger and Del

“Sweeps the reader along like a wild wind across the steppes. Tell Kate to write faster—I want to read the whole saga NOW!” —Melanie Rawn, author of the Dragon Prince Trilogy

“[Kate Elliott] spins a splendid web of a tale to trap the unwary and hold them in thrall until the tale is done. Here is another one . . . take care, for if you open these pages you’ll be up past dawn.” —Dennis McKiernan, author of
Voyage of the Fox Rider

“A new author of considerable talent . . . a rich tapestry of a vibrant society on the brink of epic change.” —
Rave Reviews

“A wonderful, sweeping setting . . . reminds me of C. J. Cherryh.” —Judith Tarr

“Well-written and gripping. After all, with a solidly drawn alien race, galactic-scale politics, intrigue, warfare, even a crackling love story, all set in a fascinating world that opens out onto a vast view of interstellar history, how could anyone resist?” —Katharine Kerr

His Conquering Sword
A Novel of the Jaran
Kate Elliott

The second book of
The Sword of Heaven
is also dedicated to my brother, Karsten, just in case you were wondering.


Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Act Four

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

Act Five

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


Preview: The Law of Becoming

About the Author

“He, who the sword of heaven will bear

Should be as holy as severe . . .”


Measure for Measure


look at the sky without wondering. On clear nights the vast expanse of Mother Sun’s encampment could be seen, countless campfires and torches and lanterns lit against the broad black flank of Brother Sky. Uncle Moon rose and set, following his herds, and Aunt Cloud and Cousin Rain came and went on their own erratic schedule.

But what if these were only stories? What if Tess’s home, Erthe, lay not across the seas but up there, in the heavens? How could land lie there at all? Who held it up? Yet who held up the very land he stood on now? It was not a question that had ever bothered him before.

He prowled the perimeter of the Orzhekov camp in the darkness of a clear, mild night. Beyond this perimeter, the jaran army existed as might any great creature, awake and unquiet when it ought to have been resting; but the army celebrated another victory over yet another khaja city. And in truth, the camp still rejoiced over the return of Bakhtiian from a terrible and dangerous journey. The journey had changed him from the dyan whom they all followed in their great war against the khaja into a gods-touched Singer through whom Mother Sun and Father Wind themselves spoke.

And yet, if it was true that Tess and Dr. Hierakis and Tess’s brother the prince and all his party came from a place beyond the wind and the clouds, beyond the moon and the sun, then to what land had Bakhtiian traveled? To whom had he spoken? By whom was he touched? And how could a land as large as the plains lie up there in the sky, and Aleksi not be able to see it?

The stars winked at him, mute. They offered no answers, just as Tess had offered no answers before he had discovered that there was a question to be asked.

From here he could see the hulking shadow of Tess’s tent at the very center of the camp—not just at the center of the Orzhekov tribe but at the heart of the entire army. Another, smaller shadow moved and he paused and waited for Sonia to catch up to him.

She rested a hand on his sleeve and he could tell at once—although he could not see her face clearly—that she was worried. “Aleksi,” she said, whispering although they were already private. “Have you seen Veselov?” She hesitated, and he heard more than saw her wince away from continuing. But she went on. “Vasil Veselov. He came through camp earlier. He
he came to ask Niko about one of his rider’s injuries, but I don’t believe—” She faltered.

Aleksi was shocked at her irresolution.

“No one has seen him leave,” Sonia continued. “And Ilya just came back…” She trailed off and flashed a look around to make sure no one was close enough to hear, despite the fact that they both knew that they were well out of earshot, and that no one walked this way in any case. This part of camp, unlike the rest of the huge sprawl of tents extending far out into the darkness, was quiet and subdued. “The guards didn’t see him, but you never miss anything, Aleksi.” She waited.

A discreet distance beyond the awning of Tess’s tent stood the ever-present guards, these a trio who had ridden in with Ilya. Aleksi had seen him arrive with a larger train and then dismiss most of them. Bakhtiian had gone into his tent alone.

“Oh, I saw Veselov leave camp,” Aleksi lied in a casual voice. It wasn’t true, of course. But Aleksi knew when to trust his instincts. Better that no one else realize where Veselov actually was.

“Thank the gods,” murmured Sonia on a heartfelt sigh, and she gave Aleksi a sisterly kiss on the cheek and returned, presumably lighter in spirit, to her own tent.

It made Aleksi feel sick at heart, to lie to her like that, but he had learned long ago that orphans, outcasts, and all outsiders could not always live by the truth, though they might wish to. He trusted Tess to know what she was doing, just as she trusted him to protect her. No greater bond existed than love sealed by trust.

Aleksi touched his saber hilt and glanced up at the stars again. He wondered if Tess had not become like a weaver whose threads grow tangled: If the damage is not straightened and repaired soon enough, the cloth is ruined. Wind brushed him, sighing through camp. Songs drifted to him on the breeze, a distant campfire flared and, closer, a horse neighed, calling out a challenge. Above, in the night sky, the campfires of Mother Sun’s tribe burned on, too numerous to count, too distant to smell even the faintest aroma of smoke or flame from their burning.

“We come from a world like this world,” Dr. Hierakis had said, “except its sun is one of those stars.” Could there possibly be another Mother Sun out there, giving her light to an altogether different tribe of children? He shook his head impatiently. How could it be true? How could it not be true? And what, by the gods, did Tess think she was doing, anyway? Did she truly understand what trouble there would be if it was discovered that Bakhtiian and Veselov had met together, secretly, even with her serving as an intermediary?

He cast one last glance at the silent tent and then began to walk the edge of camp again.


disarray beside her, breathing deeply, even in sleep marked by a harmonious attitude that drew the eye to him. A soft gloom suffused the tent. The lantern burned steadily, but its light did little more than blur the edges of every object in the chamber.

Vasil was one such object: the light burnished his hair and accentuated the planes of his handsome face. He lay on his side with his eyes shut, but Tess knew he was only pretending to be asleep. Somehow, not surprisingly, she had ended up between the two men. She traced her fingers up his bare arm to his shoulder.

“Vasil,” she whispered, so as not to wake Ilya, “you have to leave.”

He did not open his eyes. “If you were a jaran woman,” he said, no louder than her, “you would have repudiated him, and never ever done such a thing as this. What is it like in the land where you come from?”

“In the land where I come from, there are marriages like this.”

His eyes snapped open. He looked at her suspiciously. “Two men and a woman?”

“Yes, and sometimes two women and a man, sometimes two of each. It’s not common, but it exists.”

“Gods,” said Vasil. He smiled. “Ilya must conquer this country.”

“No,” said Tess, musing. “It’s a long way away.”

“I never heard of such a thing in Jeds,” said Ilya.

“I thought you were asleep! It isn’t Jeds, anyway. It’s Erthe.”

“Ah,” said Ilya. He shifted. She turned to look over her shoulder at him, but he was only moving to pull the blankets up over his chest. “Tess is right. You have to go, Vasil.”

Lying between them, Tess was too warm to need blankets. Vasil reached out to draw a hand over her belly, casual with her now that they had been intimate.

“Not much here. You must be early still, like Karolla.”

Tess chuckled. “Dr. Hierakis says I’m not quite halfway through. She says with my build that I carry well.”

“Dokhtor Hierhakis?
Ah, the healer. She came from Jeds.”

“From Erthe, originally, but she lives in Jeds now.”

“How can she know, Tess?” asked Ilya suddenly.

For once, there was a simple, expedient answer, and she didn’t have to lie to him. “Because you got me pregnant after you came back from the coast with Charles. I know I wasn’t pregnant before that. Ilya, if you think back, you know as well as I when it happened.”

“I’m sorry I—” began Vasil, and then stopped. He withdrew his hand from her abdomen and sat up abruptly.

“You’re sorry about what?” Tess asked.

“Nothing.” He shook his head. Tess watched, curious. She had never seen Vasil at a loss for words before.

“You’re sorry you weren’t there,” said Ilya in a low voice, “and you’re sorry to think that I might have a life with my own wife that doesn’t include you.”

Vasil did not reply. He rose and dressed without saying anything at all. Tess could tell that he was troubled. She watched him dress, unable not to admire his body and the way he moved and stood with full awareness that someone—in this case she—was watching him. She could feel that Ilya watched him, too, but she knew it was prudent not to turn to look. Vasil did not look at either of them. He pulled on his boots and bent to kiss her. Then he stood and skirted the pillows, only to pause on the other side, beside Ilya. Tess rolled over.

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