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"My lord," Franson said. "May I ask the point of this?"
"I watched this building burn down," Spook said. "I was there when these poor people were herded into the mansion, then locked inside. I couldnt do anything. "
"Im . . . sorry, my lord," Franson said.
Spook shook his head. "Its past now. However, there is something their deaths can teach us. "
"My lord?"
Spook regarded the skulls. The day Spook had watched this building burn—the first time he had witnessed one of the Citizens executions—Durn had told him something. Spook had wanted information about the Citizens weaknesses, something to help him beat the man. Durn had only said one thing in response to this.
Count the skulls.
Spook had never had the chance to investigate that tip. He knew Durn would probably explain himself if pushed, but they both seemed to understand something important. Spook needed to see it for himself. He needed to know what the Citizen was doing.
And now he did. "Ten people were sent into this building to die, Franson," Spook said. "Ten people. Nine skulls. "
The man frowned. "What does that tell us?"
"It tells us theres a way to get your sister out. "
"Im not certain what to make of this, Lord Breeze," Sazed said. They sat at a table in one of Urteaus skaa bars. The alcohol flowed freely, and skaa workers packed the place, despite the darkness and the mists.
"What do you mean?" Breeze asked. They sat alone, though Goradel and three of his toughs sat wearing street clothing at the next table over.
"This is very strange to me," Sazed said. "Skaa having their own bars is odd enough. But, skaa going out at night?"
Breeze shrugged. "Perhaps their fear of the night was more a product of the Lord Rulers influence than t1he mists. With his troops on the streets watching for thieves, there were reasons other than mist to stay inside at night. "
Sazed shook his head. "I have studied these things, Lord Breeze. The skaa fear of the mists was an ingrained superstitious mind-set—it was a part of their lives. And, Quellion has broken it down in little over a year. "
"Oh, I think the wine and beer probably did the breaking," Breeze noted. "Youd be surprised at what men will go through in order to get themselves properly intoxicated. "
Sazed eyed Breezes own cup—the man had taken quite a liking to the skaa bars, despite the fact that he was forced to wear very mundane clothing. Of course, the clothing probably wasnt necessary anymore. If the city had even a halfway decent rumor mill, people would have already connected Breeze to the visitors who had met with Quellion a few days before. And, now that Sazed had come to the bar, any suspicions would have been confirmed. There was no way to hide Sazeds identity. His nationality was obvious. He was too tall, too bald, and he had the typical Terris long face with drooping features and earlobes stretched out by the application of numerous earrings.
The time for anonymity had passed, though Breeze had used it well. During the few days when people hadnt known who he was, hed managed to build both goodwill and contacts in the local underground. Now, he and Sazed could sit and enjoy a quiet drink without really drawing much attention. Breeze would, of course, be Soothing the people to ensure that—but, even so, Sazed was impressed. For one as fond of high society as Breeze, the man did a remarkable job of relating to ordinary skaa workers.
A group of men laughed at the next table, and Breeze smiled, then stood and made his way over to join them. Sazed remained where he was, a mug of untouched wine on the table before him. In his opinion, there was an obvious reason why the skaa were no longer afraid to go out in the mists. Their superstitions had been overcome by something stronger: Kelsier. The one they were now calling the Lord of the Mists.
The Church of the Survivor had spread much further than Sazed had expected. It wasnt organized the same way in Urteau as in Luthadel, and the focus seemed to be different, but the fact remained that men were worshipping Kelsier. In fact, the differences were part of what made the whole phenomenon fascinating.
What am I missing? Sazed thought. What is the connection here?
The mists killed. Yet, these people went out in the mists. Why werent the people terrified of them?
This is not my problem, Sazed told himself. I need to remain focused. Ive let my studies of the religions in my portfolio lapse. He was getting close to being finished, and that worried him. So far, every single religion had proven full of inconsistencies, contradictions, and logical flaws. He was growing more and more worried that, even among the hundreds of religions in his metalminds, he would never be able to find the truth.
A wave from Breeze distracted him. So, Sazed stood—forcing himself not to show the despair he felt—and moved over to the table. The men there made room.
"Thank you," Sazed said, sitting.
"You forgot your cup, friend Terrisman," one of the men pointed out.
"I apologize," Sazed said. "I have never been one fond of intoxicants. Please, do not take offense. Your thoughtful gift was nevertheless appreciated. "
"Does he always talk like that?" one of the men asked, looking at Breeze.
"Youve never known a Terrismen, have you?" asked another.
Sazed flushed, to which Breeze chuckled, laying a hand on Sazeds shoulder. "All right, gentlemen. Ive brought you the Terrisman, as requested. Go ahead, ask your questions. "
There were six local men at the table—all mine workers, from what Sazed could tell. One of the men leaned forward, hands clasped in front of him, knuckles scarred by rock. "Breeze here says a lot of things," the man said in a low voice. "But people like him always make promises. Quellion said a lot of the same things a year ago, when he was taking control after Straff Venture left. "
"Yes," Sazed. "I can understand your skepticism. "
"But," the man said, raising a hand. "Terrismen dont lie. Theyre good people. Everyone knows that—lords, skaa, thieves, and obligators. "
"So, we wanted to talk to you," another of the men said. "Maybe youre different; maybe youll lie to us. But, better to hear it from a Terrisman than a Soother. "
Breeze blinked, revealing just a faint hint of surprise. Apparently, he hadnt realized theyd been aware of his abilities.
"Ask your questions," Sazed said.
"Why did you come to this city?" one of the men asked.
"To take control of it," Sazed said.
"Why do you care?" another asked. "Why does Ventures son even want Urteau?"
"Two reasons," Sazed said. "First, because of the resources it offers. I cannot go into details, but suffice it to say that your city is very desirable for economic reasons. The second reason, however, is equally important. Lord Elend Venture is one of the best men I have ever known. He believes he can do better for this people than the current government. "
"That wouldnt be hard," one of the men grumbled.
Another man shook his head. "What? You want to give the city back to the Ventures? One year, and youve forgotten the things that Straff used to do in this city?"
"Elend Venture is not his father," Sazed said. "He is a man worthy of being followed. "
"And the Terris people?" one of the skaa asked. "Do they follow him?"
"In a way," Sazed said. "Once, my people tried to rule themselves, as your people now do. However, they realized the advantages of an alliance. My people have moved to the Central Dominance, and they accept the protection of Elend Venture. " Of course, Sazed thought, theyd rather follow me. If I would be their king.
The table fell silent.
"I dont know," one of the men said. "What business do we have even talking about this? I mean, Quellion is in charge, and these strangers dont have an army to take his throne away from him. Whats the point?"
"The Lord Ruler fell to us when we had no army," Breeze pointed out, "and Quellion himself seized the government from noble rule. Change
can occur. "
"Were not trying to form an army or rebellion," Sazed quickly added. "We just want you to start . . . thinking. Talking with your friends. You are obviously influential men. Perhaps if Quellion hears of discontent among his people, he will begin to change his ways. "
"Maybe," one of the men said. "We dont need these outsiders," the other man repeated. "The Survivor of the Flames has come to deal with Quellion. "
Sazed blinked. Survivor of the Flames? He caught a sly smile on Breezes lips—the Soother had apparently heard the term before, and now he appeared to be watching Sazed for a reaction.
"The Survivor doesnt enter into this," one of the men said. "I cant believe were even thinking of rebellion. Most of the world is in chaos, if you hear the reports! Shouldnt we just be happy with what weve got?"
The Survivor? Sazed thought. Kelsier? But, they seem to have given him a new title. Survivor of the Flames?
"Youre starting to twitch, Sazed," Breeze whispered. "You might as well just ask. No harm in asking, right?"
No harm in asking.
"The . . . Survivor of the Flames?" Sazed asked. "Why do you call Kelsier that?"
"Not Kelsier," one of the men said. "The other Survivor. The new one. "
"The Survivor of Hathsin came to overthrow the Lord Ruler," one of the men said. "So, cant we assume the Survivor of the Flames has come to overthrow Quellion? Maybe we should listen to these men. "
"If the Survivor is here to overthrow Quellion," another man said, "then he wont need the help of these types. They just want the city for themselves. "
"Excuse me," Sazed said. "But . . . might we meet this new Survivor?"
The group of men shared looks.
"Please," Sazed said. "I was a friend to the Survivor of Hathsin. I should very much like to meet a man whom you have deemed worthy of Kelsiers stature. "
"Tomorrow," one of the men said. "Quellion tries to keep the dates quiet, but they get out. There will be executions near Marketpit. Be there. "
Even now, I can barely grasp the scope of all this. The events surrounding the end of the world seem even larger than the Final Empire and the people within it. I sense shards of something from long ago, a fractured presence, something spanning the void.
I have delved and searched, and have only been able to come up with a single name: Adonasium. Who, or what, it was, I do not yet know.
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TENSOON SAT ON HIS HAUNCHES. Horrified.
Ash rained down like shards of a broken sky, floating, making the very air look pocked and sickly. Even where he sat, atop a windswept hill, there was a layer of ash smothering the plant life. Some trees had branches broken by the weight of repeated ash pileups.
How could they not see? he thought. How can they hide in their hole of a Homeland, content to let the land above die?
Yet, TenSoon had lived for hundreds of years, and a part of him understood the tired complacency of the First and Second Generations. At times hed felt the same thing himself. A desire to simply wait. To spend years idly, content in the Homeland. Hed seen the outside world—seen more of it than any human or koloss would ever know. What need had he of experiencing more?
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