The Mistborn Trilogy

by Brandon Sanderson

  “From the Assembly?” Elend asked.

  Dockson nodded. “They’re not happy about you missing the meeting this evening.”

  “Well, I can’t change the appointment with Straff just because they want to meet a day early,” Elend said. “Tell them I’ll try and visit when I get back.”

  Dockson nodded, then turned as a rustling sounded from behind him. He stepped to the side, a strange look on his face, as Vin walked up to the doorway.

  And she was wearing a dress—a beautiful blue gown that was sleeker than the common courtly fare. Her black hair sparkled with a pair of sapphire barrettes, and she seemed…different. More feminine—or, rather, more confident in her femininity.

  How much she’s changed since I first met her, Elend thought, smiling. Almost two years had passed. Then she had been a youth, albeit one with the life experiences of someone far older. Now she was a woman—a very dangerous woman, but one who still looked up at him with eyes that were just a bit uncertain, just a bit insecure.

  “Beautiful,” Elend whispered. She smiled.

  “Vin!” Ham said, turning. “You’re wearing a dress!”

  Vin flushed. “What did you expect, Ham? That I would meet with the king of the Northern Dominance in trousers?”

  “Well…” Ham said. “Actually, yes.”

  Elend chuckled. “Just because you insist on going about everywhere in casual clothing, Ham, doesn’t mean that everyone does. Honestly, don’t you get tired of those vests?”

  Ham shrugged. “They’re easy. And simple.”

  “And cold,” Vin said, rubbing her arms. “I’m glad I asked for something with sleeves.”

  “Be thankful for the weather,” Ham said. “Every chill you suffer will seem far worse to the men out in those armies.”

  Elend nodded. Winter had, technically, started. The weather probably wouldn’t get bad enough to be more than a mild discomfort—they rarely got snow in the Central Dominance—but the chill nights certainly wouldn’t improve morale.

  “Well, let’s go,” Vin said. “The sooner we get this over with, the better.”

  Elend stepped forward, smiling, taking Vin’s hands. “I appreciate this, Vin,” he said quietly. “And you really do look gorgeous. If we weren’t marching off to near certain doom, I’d be tempted to command a ball be held tonight just for the opportunity to show you off.”

  Vin smiled. “Near certain doom is that compelling?”

  “Guess I’ve been spending too much time with the crew.” He leaned down to kiss her, but she yelped and jumped back.

  “It took me the better part of an hour to get this makeup on right,” she snapped. “No kissing!”

  Elend chuckled as Captain Demoux poked his head in the door. “Your Majesty, the carriage has arrived.”

  Elend looked at Vin. She nodded.

  “Let’s go,” he said.

  Sitting inside the carriage Straff had sent for them, Elend could see a solemn group standing on the wall, watching them roll away. The sun was near to setting.

  He commands us to come in the evening; we’ll have to leave when the mists are out, Elend thought. A crafty way of pointing out how much power he has over us.

  It was his father’s way—a move, in a way, that was similar to the attack on the walls a day before. To Straff, everything was about posturing. Elend had watched his father at court, and had seen him manipulate even obligators. By holding the contract to oversee the Lord Ruler’s atium mine, Straff Venture had played a game even more dangerous than his fellow noblemen. And he had played that game very well. He hadn’t factored in Kelsier throwing chaos into the mix, but who had?

  Since the Collapse, Straff had secured the most stable, and most powerful, kingdom in the Final Empire. He was a crafty, careful man who knew how to plan for years to get what he wanted. And this was the man Elend had to manipulate.

  “You look worried,” Vin said. She was across from him in the carriage, sitting in a prim, ladylike posture. It was as if donning a dress somehow granted her new habits and mannerisms. Or just a return to old ones—she’d once been able to act like a noblewoman well enough to fool Elend.

  “We’ll be all right,” she said. “Straff won’t hurt you—even if things go bad, he won’t dare make a martyr of you.”

  “Oh, I’m not worried about my safety,” Elend said.

  Vin raised an eyebrow. “Because?”

  “Because I have you,” Elend said with a smile. “You’re worth an army, Vin.”

  This, however, didn’t seem to console her.

  “Come here,” he said, scooting over and waving her to the seat beside him.

  She rose and moved across the carriage—but paused, eyeing him. “Makeup.”

  “I’ll be careful,” Elend promised.

  She nodded, sitting and letting him put an arm around her. “Be careful of the hair, too,” she said. “And your suit coat—don’t get anything on it.”

  “When did you get so fashion-conscious?” he asked.

  “It’s the dress,” Vin said with a sigh. “As soon as I put it on, all of Sazed’s lessons started coming back to me.”

  “I really do like the dress on you,” Elend said.

  Vin shook her head.

  “What?” Elend asked as the carriage bumped, pushing her a bit closer to him. Another new perfume, he thought. At least that’s one habit she never got out of.

  “This isn’t me, Elend,” she said quietly. “This dress, these mannerisms. They’re a lie.”

  Elend sat quietly for a moment.

  “No objections?” Vin said. “Everyone else thinks I’m speaking nonsense.”

  “I don’t know,” Elend said honestly. “Changing into my new clothes made me feel different, so what you say makes sense. If wearing dresses feels wrong to you, then you don’t have to wear them. I want you to be happy, Vin.”

  Vin smiled, looking up at him. Then she leaned up and kissed him.

  “I thought you said none of that,” he said.

  “From you,” she said. “I’m Mistborn—we’re more precise.”

  Elend smiled, though he couldn’t quite feel jovial. Conversation, however, did keep him from fretting. “I feel uncomfortable in these clothes, sometimes. Everyone expects so much more from me when I wear them. They expect a king.”

  “When I wear a dress,” Vin said, “they expect a lady. Then they’re disappointed when they find me instead.”

  “Anyone who would feel disappointed to find you is too dense to be of any relevance,” Elend said. “I don’t want you to be like them, Vin. They’re not honest. They don’t care. I like you as you are.”

  “Tindwyl thinks that I can be both,” Vin said. “A woman and a Mistborn.”

  “Tindwyl is wise,” Elend said. “A bit brutal, but wise. You should listen to her.”

  “You just told me you liked me how I am.”

  “I do,” Elend said. “But I’d like you however you were, Vin. I love you. The question is, how do you like yourself?”

  That gave her pause.

  “Clothing doesn’t really change a man,” Elend said. “But it changes how others react to him. Tindwyl’s words. I think…I think the trick is convincing yourself that you deserve the reactions you get. You can wear the court’s dresses, Vin, but make them your own. Don’t worry that you aren’t giving people what they want. Give them who you are, and let that be enough.” He paused, smiling. “It was for me.”

  She smiled back, then carefully leaned against him. “All right,” she said. “Enough insecurity for the moment. Let’s review. Tell me more about your father’s disposition.”

  “He’s a perfect imperial nobleman. Ruthless, clever, and infatuated with power. You remember my…experience when I was thirteen?”

  Vin nodded.

  “Well, Father was very fond of skaa brothels. I think that he liked how strong he felt by taking a girl while knowing that she would be killed for his passion. He keeps several dozen mistresses, and if they don’t ple
ase him, they get removed.”

  Vin muttered something quietly in response to this.

  “He’s the same way with political allies. One didn’t ally with House Venture—one agreed to be dominated by House Venture. If you weren’t willing to be our slave, then you didn’t get to contract with us.”

  Vin nodded. “I’ve known crewleaders like that.”

  “And how did you survive when they turned an eye toward you?”

  “By acting unimportant,” Vin said. “By crawling on the ground when they passed and by never giving them reason to challenge me. Exactly what you’re planning to do tonight.”

  Elend nodded.

  “Be careful,” Vin said. “Don’t let Straff think that you’re mocking him.”

  “All right.”

  “And don’t promise too much,” Vin said. “Act like you’re trying to seem tough. Let him think he’s bullying you into doing what he wants—he’ll enjoy that.”

  “You’ve had experience with this before, I see.”

  “Too much of it,” Vin said. “But, you’ve heard this before.”

  Elend nodded. They’d planned and replanned this meeting. Now he simply had to do what the crew had taught him. Make Straff think we’re weak, imply we’ll give him the city—but only if he helps us against Cett first.

  Outside the window, Elend could see that they were approaching Straff’s army. So big! he thought. Where did Father learn to administrate a force like this?

  Elend had hoped, perhaps, that his father’s lack of military experience would translate to a poorly run army. Yet, the tents were arranged in a careful pattern, and the soldiers wore neat uniforms. Vin moved over to her window, looking out with avid eyes, showing far more interest than an imperial noblewoman would have dared. “Look,” she said, pointing.

  “What?” Elend asked, leaning over.

  “Obligator,” Vin said.

  Elend looked over her shoulder, spotting the former imperial priest—the skin around his eyes tattooed in a wide pattern—directing a line of soldiers outside a tent. “So that’s it. He’s using obligators to administrate.”

  Vin shrugged. “It makes sense. They’d know how to manage large groups of people.”

  “And how to supply them,” Elend said. “Yes, it’s a good idea—but it’s still surprising. It implies that he still needs obligators—and that he’s still subject to the Lord Ruler’s authority. Most of the other kings threw off the obligators as soon as they could.”

  Vin frowned. “I thought you said your father likes being in power.”

  “He does,” Elend said. “But also likes powerful tools. He always keeps a kandra, and he has a history of associating with dangerous Allomancers. He believes that he can control them—and he probably believes the same thing about the obligators.”

  The carriage slowed, then stopped beside a large tent. Straff Venture emerged a moment later.

  Elend’s father had always been a large man, firm of figure with a commanding posture. The new beard only heightened the effect. He wore a sharp, well-cut suit, just like the suits he had tried to get Elend to wear as a boy. That was when Elend had begun wearing his clothing disheveled—the buttons undone, the jackets too large. Anything to separate him from his father.

  Elend’s defiance had never been meaningful, however. He had annoyed Straff, pulling small stunts and acting foolish when he knew he could get away with it. None of it had mattered.

  Not until that final night. Luthadel in flames, the skaa rebellion running out of control, threatening to bring down the entire city. A night of chaos and destruction, with Vin trapped somewhere within it.

  Then Elend had stood up to Straff Venture.

  I’m not the same boy you pushed around, Father. Vin squeezed his arm, and Elend climbed out of the carriage as the coachman opened the door. Straff waited quietly, a strange look on his face as Elend raised a hand to help Vin down.

  “You came,” Straff said.

  “You seem surprised, Father.”

  Straff shook his head. “I see that you’re just as big an idiot as ever, boy. You’re in my power now—I could have you killed with a bare wave of my hand.” He raised his arm, as if to do just that.

  Now’s the moment, Elend thought, heart thumping. “I’ve always been in your power, Father,” he said. “You could have had me killed months ago, could have taken my city away at a bare whim. I don’t see how my coming here changes anything.”

  Straff hesitated.

  “We came for dinner,” Elend said. “I had hoped to give you a chance to meet Vin, and had hoped that we might discuss certain…issues of particular import to you.”

  Straff frowned.

  That’s right, Elend thought. Wonder if I have some offer yet to make. You know that the first man to play his hand usually loses.

  Straff wouldn’t pass up an opportunity for gain—even a slim opportunity, like the one Elend represented. He probably figured there was nothing Elend could say that was of real importance. But could he be sure? What did he have to lose?

  “Go and confirm with my chef that there will be three for dinner,” Straff said to a servant.

  Elend let out a lightly held breath.

  “That girl’s your Mistborn, then?” Straff asked.

  Elend nodded.

  “Cute little thing,” Straff said. “Tell her to stop Soothing my emotions.”

  Vin flushed.

  Straff nodded toward the tent. Elend led Vin forward, though she glanced over her shoulder, obviously not liking the idea of exposing her back to Straff.

  Little bit late for that… Elend thought.

  The tent chamber was what Elend would have expected of his father: stuffed with pillows and rich furniture, very little of which Straff would actually use. Straff furnished to suggest his power. Like the massive keeps of Luthadel, a nobleman’s surroundings were an expression of how important he was.

  Vin waited quietly, tensely, at Elend’s side in the center of the room. “He’s good,” she whispered. “I was as subtle as I can manage, and he still noticed my touch.”

  Elend nodded. “He’s also a Tineye,” he said in a normal voice. “So he’s probably listening to us right now.”

  Elend looked toward the door. Straff walked in a few moments later, giving no indication as to whether he had heard Vin or not. A group of servants entered a few moments later, carrying a large dining table.

  Vin inhaled sharply. The servants were skaa—imperial skaa, after the old tradition. They were ragged, their clothing made of torn smocks, and showed bruises from a recent beating. They carried their loads with lowered eyes.

  “Why the reaction, girl?” Straff asked. “Oh, that’s right. You’re skaa, aren’t you—pretty dress notwithstanding? Elend is very kind; I wouldn’t let you wear something like that.” Or much at all, his tone implied.

  Vin shot Straff a look, but pulled a little closer to Elend, grabbing his arm. Again, Straff’s words were only about posturing; Straff was cruel, but only insofar as it served him. He wanted to make Vin uncomfortable.

  Which he seemed to be doing. Elend frowned, glancing down, and caught just a hint of a sly smile on her lips.

  Breeze has told me that Vin is more subtle with her Allomancy than most Soothers, he recalled. Father’s good, but for him to pick out her touch…

  She let him, of course.

  Elend looked back at Straff, who hit one of the skaa servants on their way out. “I hope none of them are relatives of yours,” Straff said to Vin. “They haven’t been very diligent lately. I might have to execute a few.”

  “I’m not skaa anymore,” Vin said quietly. “I’m a noblewoman.”

  Straff just laughed. He had already dismissed Vin as a threat. He knew she was Mistborn, he must have heard that she was dangerous, and yet he now assumed that she was weak and inconsequential.

  She is good at this, Elend thought with wonder. Servants began to bring in a feast that was impressive considering the circumstances. As they wa
ited, Straff turned to an aide. “Send in Hoselle,” he ordered. “And tell her to be quick.”

  He seems less reserved than I remember, Elend thought. In the Lord Emperor’s day, a good nobleman had been stiff and inhibited when in public, though many had turned to extravagant indulgence when in private. They would dance and have quiet dinner conversation at the ball, for instance, but enjoy whores and drunkenness in the small hours of night.

  “Why the beard, Father?” Elend asked. “Last I knew, those weren’t in fashion.”

  “I set the fashion now, boy,” Straff said. “Sit.” Vin waited respectfully, Elend noticed, until Elend was seated before taking her place. She managed to maintain an air of half jumpiness: she’d look Straff in the eyes, but always gave a reflexive twitch, as if part of her wanted to glance away.

  “Now,” Straff said, “tell me why you’re here.”

  “I thought it was obvious, Father,” Elend said. “I’m here to discuss our alliance.”

  Straff raised an eyebrow. “Alliance? We both just agreed that your life is mine. I don’t see a need to ally with you.”

  “Perhaps,” Elend said. “But, there are other factors at play here. I assume that you weren’t expecting Cett’s arrival?”

  “Cett is of little concern,” Straff said, turning his attention to the meal: big slabs of barely cooked beef. Vin wrinkled her nose, though Elend couldn’t tell if that was part of her act or not.

  Elend cut his steak. “A man with an army nearly as large as your own is hardly of ‘little’ concern, Father.”

  Straff shrugged. “He’ll be of no trouble to me once I have the city walls. You’ll turn those over to me as part of our alliance, I assume?”

  “And invite Cett to attack the city?” Elend said. “Yes, together you and I could hold against him, but why go on the defensive? Why let him weaken our fortifications, and possibly just continue this siege until both of our armies are starving? We need to attack him, Father.”

  Straff snorted. “You think I need your help to do so?”

  “You do if you want to beat him with any measure of assured success,” Elend said. “We can take him easily together—but never alone. We need each other. Let’s attack, you leading your armies, me leading mine.”