She’d been a plant all along. Perhaps House Elariel had planned to have Elend killed once an Elariel grandson was born to the house title.
You’re right, Jastes. I can’t avoid politics by ignoring it. I’ve been a part of it all for much longer than I assumed.
His father was obviously pleased with himself. A high-profile member of House Elariel was dead on Venture grounds after trying to assassinate Elend....With such a triumph, Lord Venture would be insufferable for days.
Elend sighed. “Did we capture any of the assassins alive, then?”
Straff shook his head. “One fell to the courtyard as he was trying to flee. He got away—he might have been Mistborn too. We found one man dead on the roof, but we aren’t sure if there were others in the team or not.” He paused.
“What?” Elend asked, reading the slight confusion in his father’s eyes.
“Nothing,” Straff said, waving a dismissive hand. “Some of the guards claim there was a third Mistborn, fighting the other two, but I doubt the reports—it wasn’t one of ours.”
Elend paused. A third Mistborn, fighting the other two... “Maybe someone found out about the assassination and tried to stop it.”
Lord Venture snorted. “Why would someone else’s Mist-born try to protect you?”
“Maybe they just wanted to stop an innocent man from being murdered.”
Lord Venture shook his head, laughing. “You are an idiot, boy. You understand that, right?”
Elend flushed, then turned away. It didn’t appear that Lord Venture wanted anything more, so Elend left. He couldn’t go back to his rooms, not with the broken window and the guards, so he made his way to a guest bedroom, calling for a set of hazekillers to watch outside his door and balcony—just in case.
He prepared for bed, thinking about the conversation. His father was probably right about the third Mistborn. That just wasn’t the way things worked.
But... that’s the way it should be. The way it could be, maybe.
There were so many things Elend wished he could do. But, his father was healthy, and young for a lord of his power. It would be decades before Elend assumed the house title, assuming he even survived that long. He wished he could go to Valette, talk to her, explain his frustrations. She’d understand what he was thinking; for some reason, she always seemed to understand him better than others.
And, she’s skaa! He couldn’t get over the thought. He had so many questions, so many things he wanted to find out from her.
Later, he thought as he climbed into bed. For now, focus on keeping the house together. His words to Valette in that area hadn’t been false—he needed to make certain his family survived the house war.
After that...well, perhaps they could find a way to work around the lies and the scams.
Though many Terrismen express a resentment of Khlennium, there is also envy. I have heard the packmen speak in wonder of the Khlenni cathedrals, with their amazing stained-glass windows and broad halls. They also seem very fond of our fashion—back in the cities, I saw that many young Terrismen had traded in their furs and skins for well-tailored gentlemen’s suits.
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TWO STREETS OVER FROM CLUBS’S shop, there was a building of unusual height compared with those surrounding it. It was some kind of tenement, Vin thought—a place to pack skaa families. She’d never been inside of it, however.
She dropped a coin, then shot herself up along the side of the six-story building. She landed lightly on the rooftop, causing a figure crouching in the darkness to jump in surprise.
“It’s just me,” Vin whispered, sneaking quietly across the sloped roof.
Spook smiled at her in the night. As the crew’s best Tineye, he usually got the most important watches. Recently, those were the ones during the early evening. That was the time when conflict among the Great Houses was most likely to turn to outright fighting.
“Are they still going at it?” Vin asked quietly, flaring her tin, scanning the city. A bright haze shone in the distance, giving the mists a strange luminescence.
Spook nodded, pointing toward the light. “Keep Hasting. Elariel soldiers with the attacking tonight.”
Vin nodded. Keep Hasting’s destruction had been expected for some time—it had suffered a half-dozen raids from different houses during the last week. Allies withdrawing, finances wrecked, it was only a matter of time before it fell.
Oddly, none of the houses attacked during the daytime. There was a feigned air of secrecy about the war, as if the aristocracy acknowledged the Lord Ruler’s dominance, and didn’t want to upset him by resorting to daylight warfare. It was all handled at night, beneath a cloak of mists.
“Wasing the want of this,” Spook said.
Vin paused. “Uh, Spook. Could you try to speak...normal?”
Spook nodded toward a distant, dark structure in the distance. “The Lord Ruler. Liking he wants the fighting.”
Vin nodded. Kelsier was right. There hasn’t been much of an outcry from the Ministry or the palace regarding the house war, and the Garrison is taking its time getting back to Luthadel. The Lord Ruler expected the house war—and intends to let it run its course. Like a wildfire, left to blaze and renew a field.
Except this time, as one fire died, another would start— Kelsier’s attack on the city.
Assuming Marsh can find out how to stop the Steel Inquisitors. Assuming we can take the palace. And, of course, assuming Kelsier can find a way to deal with the Lord Ruler . . .
Vin shook her head. She didn’t want to think poorly of Kelsier, but she just didn’t see how it was all going to happen. The Garrison wasn’t back yet, but reports said it was close, perhaps only a week or two out. Some noble houses were falling, but there didn’t seem to be the air of general chaos that Kelsier had wanted. The Final Empire was strained, but she doubted that it would crack.
However, maybe that wasn’t the point. The crew had done an amazing job of instigating a house war; three entire Great Houses were no more, and the rest were seriously weakened. It would take decades for the aristocracy to recover from their own squabbling.
We’ve done an amazing job, Vin decided. Even if we don’t attack the palace—or if that attack fails—we’ll have accomplished something wonderful.
With Marsh’s intelligence about the Ministry and Sazed’s translation of the logbook, the rebellion would have new and useful information for future resistance. It wasn’t what Kelsier had hoped for; it wasn’t a complete toppling of the Final Empire. However, it was a major victory—one that the skaa could look to for years as a source of courage.
And, with a start of surprise, Vin realized that she felt proud to have been part of it. Perhaps, in the future, she could help start a real rebellion—one in a place where the skaa weren’t quite so beaten down.
If such a place exists... Vin was beginning to understand that it wasn’t just Luthadel and its Soothing stations that made skaa subservient. It was everything—the obligators, the constant work in field and mill, the mind-set encouraged by a thousand years of oppression. There was a reason why skaa rebellions were always so small. The people knew—or thought they knew—that there was no fighting against the Final Empire.
Even Vin—who’d assumed herself a “liberated” thief— had believed the same. It had taken Kelsier’s insane, over-thetop plan to convince her otherwise. Perhaps that was why he’d set such lofty goals for the crew—he’d known that only something this challenging would make them realize, in a strange way, that they could resist.
Spook glanced at her. Her presence still made him uncomfortable.
“Spook,” Vin said, “you know that Elend broke off his relationship with me.”
Spook nodded, perking up slightly.
“But,” Vin said regretfully, “I still love him. I’m sorry, Spook. But it’s true.”
He looked down, deflating.
“It’s not you,” Vin said. “Really, it isn’t. It’s just that... well, you can’t help
who you love. Trust me, there are some people I really would rather not have loved. They didn’t deserve it.”
Spook nodded. “I understand.”
“Can I still keep the handkerchief?”
He shrugged.
“Thank you,” she said. “It does mean a lot to me.”
He looked up, staring out into the mists. “I’m notting a fool. I . . . knew it wasing not to happen. I see things, Vin. I see lots of things.”
She laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. I see things.... An appropriate statement, for a Tineye like him.
“You’ve been an Allomancer for a long time?” she asked.
Spook nodded. “Wasing the Snap when I was five. Barely even remember it.”
“And since then you’ve been practicing with tin?”
“Mostly,” he said. “Wasing a good thing for me. Letting me see, letting me hear, letting me feel.”
“Any tips you can pass on?” Vin asked hopefully.
He paused thoughtfully, sitting by the edge of the slanted rooftop, one foot dangling over the side. “Tin burning... Notting about the seeing. Wasing about the not seeing.”
Vin frowned. “What do you mean?”
“When burning,” he said, “everything comes. Lots of everything. Distractions here, there. Iffing the power of wants, ignoring the distractions of both.”
If you want to be good at burning tin, she thought, translating as best she could, learn to deal with distraction. It isn’t about what you see—it’s about what you can ignore.
“Interesting,” Vin said thoughtfully.
Spook nodded. “When looking, seeing the mist and seeing the houses and feeling the wood and hearing the rats below. Choose one, and don’t get distracted.”
“Good advice,” Vin said.
Spook nodded as a sound thumped behind them. They both jumped and ducked down, and Kelsier chuckled as he walked across the rooftop. “We really have to find a better way of warning people that we’re coming up. Every time I visit a spynest, I worry that I’m going to startle someone off the rooftop.”
Vin stood, dusting off her clothing. She wore mistcloak, shirt, and trousers; it had been days since she’d worn a dress. She only put in token appearances at Mansion Renoux. Kelsier was too worried about assassins to let her stay there for long.
At least we bought Kliss’s silence, Vin thought, annoyed at the expense. “It’s time?” she asked.
Kelsier nodded. “Nearly so, at least. I want to stop somewhere on the way.”
Vin nodded. For their second meeting, Marsh had chosen a location that he was supposedly scouting for the Ministry. It was a perfect opportunity to meet, since Marsh had an excuse to be in the building all night, ostensibly Seeking for any Allomantic activity nearby. He would have a Soother with him for a good deal of the time, but there would be an opening near the middle of the night when Marsh figured he would have a good hour alone. Not much time if he had to sneak out and back, but plenty of time for a pair of stealthy Mistborn to pay him a quick visit.
They bid farewell to Spook and Pushed off into the night. However, they didn’t travel the rooftops for long before Kelsier led them down onto the street, landing and walking to conserve strength and metals.
It’s kind of odd, Vin thought, remembering her first night practicing Allomancy with Kelsier. I don’t even think of the empty streets as creepy anymore.
The cobblestones were slick from mistwater, and the deserted street eventually disappeared into the distant haze. It was dark, silent, and lonely; even the war hadn’t changed very much. Soldier groups, when they attacked, went in clumps, striking quickly and trying to overrun the defenses of an enemy house.
Yet, despite the emptiness of the nighttime city, Vin felt comfortable in it. The mists were with her.
“Vin,” Kelsier said as they walked. “I want to thank you.”
She turned to him, a tall, proud figure in a majestic mist-cloak. “Thank me? Why?”
“For the things you said about Mare. I’ve been thinking a lot about that day...about her. I don’t know if your ability to see through copperclouds explains everything, but ...well, given the choice, I’d rather believe that Mare didn’t betray me.”
Vin nodded, smiling.
He shook his head ruefully. “It sounds foolish, doesn’t it? As if... all these years, I’ve just been waiting for a reason to give in to self-delusion.”
“I don’t know,” Vin said. “Once, maybe I would have thought you a fool, but ...well, that’s kind of what trust is, isn’t it? A willful self-delusion? You have to shut out that voice that whispers about betrayal, and just hope that your friends aren’t going to hurt you.”
Kelsier chuckled. “I don’t think you’re helping the argument any, Vin.”
She shrugged. “Makes sense to me. Distrust is really the same thing—only on the other side. I can see how a person, given the choice between two assumptions, would choose to trust.”
“But not you?” Kelsier asked.
Vin shrugged again. “I don’t know anymore.”
Kelsier hesitated. “This... Elend of yours. There’s a chance that he was just trying to scare you into leaving the city, right? Perhaps he said those things for your own good.”
“Maybe,” Vin said. “But, there was something different about him...about the way he looked at me. He knew I was lying to him, but I don’t think he realized that I was skaa. He probably thought I was a spy from one of the other houses. Either way, he seemed honest in his desire to be rid of me.”
“Maybe you thought that because you were already convinced that he was going to leave you.”
“I...” Vin trailed off, glancing down at the slick, ashen street as they walked. “I don’t know—and it’s your fault, you know. I used to understand everything. Now it’s all confused.”
“Yes, we’ve messed you up right properly,” Kelsier said with a smile.
“You don’t seem bothered by the fact.”
“Nope,” Kelsier said. “Not a bit. Ah, here we are.”
He stopped beside a large, wide building—probably another skaa tenement. It was dark inside; skaa couldn’t afford lamp oil, and they would have put out the building’s central hearth after preparing the evening meal.
“This?” Vin asked uncertainly.
Kelsier nodded, walking up to tap lightly on the door. To Vin’s surprise, it opened hesitantly, a wiry skaa face peeking out into the mists.
“Lord Kelsier!” the man said quietly.
“I told you I’d visit,” Kelsier said, smiling. “Tonight seemed like a good time.”
“Come in, come in,” the man said, pulling the door open. He stepped back, careful not to let any of the mist touch him as Kelsier and Vin entered.
Vin had been in skaa tenements before, but never before had they seemed so... depressing. The smell of smoke and unwashed bodies was almost overpowering, and she had to extinguish her tin to keep from gagging. The wan light of a small coal stove showed a crowd of people packed together, sleeping on the floor. They kept the room swept of ash, but there was only so much they could do—black stains still covered clothing, walls, and faces. There were few furnishings, not to mention far too few blankets to go around.
I used to live like this, Vin thought with horror. The crew lairs were just as packed—sometimes more so. This...was my life.
People roused as they saw that they had a visitor. Kelsier had his sleeves rolled up, Vin noticed, and the scars on his arms were visible even by emberlight. They stood out starkly, running lengthwise up from his wrist past his elbows, crisscrossing and overlapping.
The whispers began immediately.
“The Survivor...”
“He’s here!”
“Kelsier, the Lord of the Mists...”
That’s a new one, Vin thought with a raised eyebrow. She stayed back as Kelsier smiled, stepping forward to meet the skaa. The people gathered around him with quiet excitement, reaching out to touch his arms and cloak. Others jus
t stood and stared, watching him with reverence.
“I come to spread hope,” Kelsier said to them quietly. “House Hasting fell tonight.”
There were murmurs of surprise and awe.
“I know many of you worked in the Hasting smithies and steel mills,” Kelsier said. “And, honestly, I cannot say what this means for you. But it is a victory for all of us. For a time, at least, your men won’t die before the forges or beneath the whips of Hasting taskmasters.”
There were murmurs through the small crowd, and one voice finally spoke the concern loud enough for Vin to hear. “House Hasting is gone? Who will feed us?”
So frightened, Vin thought. I was never like that ...wasI?
“I’ll send you another shipment of food,” Kelsier promised. “Enough to last you for a while, at least.”
“You’ve done so much for us,” another man said.
“Nonsense,” Kelsier said. “If you wish to repay me, then stand up just a little straighter. Be a little less afraid. They can be beaten.”
“By men like you, Lord Kelsier,” a woman whispered. “But not by us.”
“You’d be surprised,” Kelsier said as the crowd began to make way for parents bringing their children forward. It seemed like everyone in the room wanted their sons to meet Kelsier personally. Vin watched with mixed feelings. The crew still had reservations regarding Kelsier’s rising fame with the skaa, though they kept their word and remained silent.
He really does seem to care for them, Vin thought, watching Kelsier pick up a small child. I don’t think it’s just a show. This is how he is—he loves people, loves the skaa. But...it’s more like the love of a parent for a child than it is like the love of a man for his equals.
Was that so wrong? He was, after all, a kind of father to the skaa. He was the noble lord they always should have had. Still, Vin couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable as she watched the faintly illuminated, dirty faces of those skaa families, their eyes worshipful and reverent.
Kelsier eventually bid the group farewell, telling them he had an appointment. Vin and he left the cramped room, stepping out into blessedly fresh air. Kelsier remained quiet as they traveled toward Marsh’s new Soothing station, though he did walk with a bit more of a spring in his step.
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