Mistborn Trilogy

by Sanderson, Brandon

  “Zane!” Straff snapped, making the man pause. “We’re going to change plans. I want you to kill her.”

  Zane turned. “But—”

  “She’s too dangerous. Plus, we now have the information we wanted to get from her. They don’t have the atium.”

  “You believe them?” Zane asked.

  Straff paused. After how thoroughly he’d been manipulated this evening, he wasn’t going to trust anything he thought he’d learned. “No,” he decided. “But we’ll find it another way. I want that girl dead, Zane.”

  “Are we attacking the city for real, then?”

  Straff almost gave the order right then, commanding his armies to prepare for a morning assault. The preliminary attack had gone well, showing that the defenses were hardly impressive. Straff could take that wall, then use it against Cett.

  However, Elend’s final words before departing this evening made him stop. Send your armies against my city, Father, the boy had said, and die. You’ve felt her power—you know what she can do. You can try and hide, you can even conquer my city.

  But she will find you. And she will kill you.

  Your only option is to wait. I’ll contact you when my armies are prepared to attack Cett. We’ll strike together, as I said earlier.

  Straff couldn’t depend on that. The boy had changed—had become strong, somehow. If Straff and Elend attacked together, Straff had no illusions as to how quickly he’d be betrayed. But Straff couldn’t attack Luthadel while that girl was alive. Not knowing her strength, having felt her touch on his emotions.

  “No,” he finally said to Zane’s question. “We won’t attack. Not until you kill her.”

  “That might be harder than you make it sound, Father,” Zane said. “I’ll need some help.”

  “What kind of help?”

  “A strike team. Allomancers that can’t be traced.”

  Zane was speaking of a particular group. Most Allomancers were easy to identify because of their noble lineages. Straff, however, had access to some special resources. There was a reason that he had so many mistresses—dozens and dozens of them. Some thought it was just because he was lustful.

  That wasn’t it at all. More mistresses meant more children. And more children, born from a high noble line like his, meant more Allomancers. He’d only spawned one Mistborn, but there were many Mistings.

  “It will be done,” Straff said.

  “They might not survive the encounter, Father,” Zane warned, still standing in the mists.

  That awful sensation returned. The sense of nothingness, the horrible knowledge that someone else had complete and total control over his emotions. Nobody should have that much power over him. Especially not Elend.

  He should be dead. He came right to me. And I let him go.

  “Get rid of her,” Straff said. “Do anything you need to, Zane. Anything.”

  Zane nodded, then walked away with a self-satisfied stroll.

  Straff returned to his tent and sent for Hoselle again. She looked enough like Elend’s girl. It would do him good to remind himself that most of the time, he really was in control.

  Elend sat back in the carriage, a little stunned. I’m still alive! he thought with growing excitement. I did it! I convinced Straff to leave the city alone.

  For a time, at least. Luthadel’s safety depended on Straff remaining frightened of Vin. But…well, any victory was an enormous one for Elend. He hadn’t failed his people. He was their king, and his plan—crazy though it might have seemed—had worked. The small crown on his head suddenly didn’t seem as heavy as it had before.

  Vin sat across from him. She didn’t look nearly as pleased as she could have.

  “We did it, Vin!” Elend said. “It wasn’t what we planned, but it worked. Straff won’t dare attack the city now.”

  She nodded quietly.

  Elend frowned. “Um, it’s because of you that the city will be safe. You know that, right? If you hadn’t been there…well, of course, if it hadn’t been for you, the entire Final Empire would still be enslaved.”

  “Because I killed the Lord Ruler,” she said quietly.

  Elend nodded.

  “But it was Kelsier’s plan—the crew’s skills, the people’s strength of will—that freed the empire. I just held the knife.”

  “You make it sound like a trivial thing, Vin,” he said. “It’s not! You’re a fantastic Allomancer. Ham says he can’t beat you even in an unfair fight anymore, and you’ve kept the palace free of assassins. There’s nobody like you in all of the Final Empire!”

  Strangely, his words made her huddle into the corner just a little farther. She turned, watching out the window, eyes staring into the mists. “Thank you,” she said softly.

  Elend wrinkled his brow. Every time I begin to think I’ve figured out what’s going on in her head… He moved over, putting an arm around her. “Vin, what’s wrong?”

  She was silent, then finally shook her head, forcing a smile. “It’s nothing, Elend. You’re right to be excited. You were brilliant in there—I doubt even Kelsier could have manipulated Straff so neatly.”

  Elend smiled, and pulled her close, impatient as the carriage rolled up to the dark city. The doors of Tin Gate opened hesitantly, and Elend saw a group of men standing just inside of the courtyard. Ham held aloft a lantern in the mists.

  Elend didn’t wait for the carriage to stop on its own. He opened the door and hopped down as it was rolling to a halt. His friends began to smile eagerly. The gates thumped closed.

  “It worked?” Ham asked hesitantly as Elend approached. “You did it?”

  “Kind of,” Elend said with a smile, clasping hands with Ham, Breeze, Dockson, and finally Spook. Even the kandra, OreSeur, was there. He padded over to the carriage, waiting for Vin. “The initial feint didn’t go so well—my father didn’t bite on an alliance. But then I told him I’d kill him!”

  “Wait. How was that a good idea?” Ham asked.

  “We overlooked one of our greatest resources, my friends,” Elend said as Vin climbed down from the carriage. Elend turned, waving his hand toward her. “We have a weapon like nothing they can match! Straff expected me to come begging, and he was ready to control that situation. However, when I mentioned what would happen to him and his army if Vin’s anger was roused…”

  “My dear man,” Breeze said. “You went into the camp of the strongest king in the Final Empire, and you threatened him?”

  “Yes I did!”

  “Brilliant!”

  “I know!” Elend said. “I told my Father that he was going to let me leave his camp and that he was going to leave Luthadel alone, otherwise I’d have Vin kill him and every general in his army.” He put his arm around Vin. She smiled at the group, but he could tell that something was still troubling her.

  She doesn’t think I did a good job, Elend realized. She saw a better way to manipulate Straff, but she doesn’t want to spoil my enthusiasm.

  “Well, guess we won’t need a new king,” Spook said with a smile. “I was kind of looking forward to taking the job….”

  Elend laughed. “I don’t intend to vacate the position for quite some time yet. We’ll let the people know that Straff has been cowed, if temporarily. That should boost morale a bit. Then, we deal with the Assembly. Hopefully, they’ll pass a resolution to wait for me to meet with Cett like I just did with Straff.”

  “Shall we have a celebration back at the palace?” Breeze asked. “As fond as I am of the mists, I doubt the courtyard is an appropriate place to be discussing these issues.”

  Elend patted him on the back and nodded. Ham and Dockson joined him and Vin, while the others took the carriage they’d come in. Elend glanced oddly at Dockson as he climbed into the carriage. Ordinarily, the man would have chosen the other vehicle—the one Elend wasn’t in.

  “Honestly, Elend,” Ham said as he settled into his seat. “I’m impressed. I half thought we were going to have to raid that camp to get you back.”

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p; Elend smiled, eyeing Dockson, who sat down as the carriage began moving. He pulled open his satchel and took out a sealed envelope. He looked up and met Elend’s eyes. “This came from the Assembly members for you a short time ago, Your Majesty.”

  Elend paused. Then he took it and broke the seal. “What is it?”

  “I’m not sure,” Dockson said. “But…I’ve already started hearing rumors.”

  Vin leaned in, reading over Elend’s arm as he scanned the sheet inside. Your Majesty, it read.

  This note is to inform you that by majority vote, the Assembly has decided to invoke the charter’s no-confidence clause. We appreciate your efforts on behalf of the city, but the current situation calls for a different kind of leadership than Your Majesty can provide. We take this step with no hostility, but only resignation. We see no other alternative, and must act for the good of Luthadel.

  We regret to have to inform you of this by letter.

  It was signed by all twenty-three members of the Assembly.

  Elend lowered the paper, shocked.

  “What?” Ham asked.

  “I’ve just been deposed,” Elend said quietly.

  THE END OF PART TWO

  Part Three

  King

  28

  He left ruin in his wake, but it was forgotten. He created kingdoms, and then destroyed them as he made the world anew.

  “Let me see if I understand this correctly,” Tindwyl said, calm and polite, yet somehow still stern and disapproving. “There is a clause in the kingdom’s legal code that lets the Assembly overthrow their king?”

  Elend wilted slightly. “Yes.”

  “And you wrote the law yourself?” Tindwyl demanded.

  “Most of it,” Elend admitted.

  “You wrote into your own law a way that you could be deposed?” Tindwyl repeated. Their group—expanded from those who had met in the carriages to include Clubs, Tindwyl, and Captain Demoux—sat in Elend’s study. The group’s size was such that they’d run out of chairs, and Vin sat quietly at the side, on a stack of Elend’s books, having quickly changed to trousers and shirt. Tindwyl and Elend were standing, but the rest were seated—Breeze prim, Ham relaxed, and Spook trying to balance his chair as he leaned back on two legs.

  “I put in that clause intentionally,” Elend said. He stood at the front of the room, leaning with one arm against the glass of his massive stained-glass window, looking up at its dark shards. “This land wilted beneath the hand of an oppressive ruler for a thousand years. During that time, philosophers and thinkers dreamed of a government where a bad ruler could be ousted without bloodshed. I took this throne through an unpredictable and unique series of events, and I didn’t think it right to unilaterally impose my will—or the will of my descendants—upon the people. I wanted to start a government whose monarchs would be responsible to their subjects.”

  Sometimes, he talks like those books he reads, Vin thought. Not like a normal man at all…but like words on a page.

  Zane’s words came back to her, seeming to whisper in her mind. You aren’t like him. She pushed the thought out.

  “With respect, Your Majesty,” Tindwyl said, “this has to be one of the most foolish things I’ve ever seen a leader do.”

  “It was for the good of the kingdom,” Elend said.

  “It was sheer idiocy,” Tindwyl snapped. “A king doesn’t subject himself to the whims of another ruling body. He is valuable to his people because he is an absolute authority!”

  Vin had rarely seen Elend so sorrowful, and she cringed a bit at the sadness in his eyes. However, a different piece of her was rebelliously happy. He wasn’t king anymore. Now maybe people wouldn’t work so hard to kill him. Maybe he could just be Elend again, and they could leave. Go somewhere. A place where things weren’t so complicated.

  “Regardless,” Dockson said to the quiet room, “something must be done. Discussing the prudence of decisions already past has little current relevance.”

  “Agreed,” Ham said. “So, the Assembly tried to kick you out. What are we going to do about it?”

  “We obviously can’t let them have their way,” Breeze said. “Why, the people overthrew a government just last year! This is a bad habit to be getting into, I should think.”

  “We need to prepare a response, Your Majesty,” Dockson said. “Something decrying this deceitful maneuver, performed while you were negotiating for the very safety of the city. Now that I look back, it’s obvious that they arranged this meeting so that you couldn’t be present and defend yourself.”

  Elend nodded, still staring up at the dark glass. “There’s probably no need to call me Your Majesty anymore, Dox.”

  “Nonsense,” Tindwyl said, arms folded as she stood beside a bookcase. “You are still king.”

  “I’ve lost the mandate of the people,” Elend said.

  “Yes,” Clubs said, “but you’ve still got the mandate of my armies. That makes you king no matter what the Assembly says.”

  “Exactly,” Tindwyl said. “Foolish laws aside, you’re still in a position of power. We need to tighten martial law, restrict movement within the city. Seize control of key points, and sequester the members of the Assembly so that your enemies can’t raise a resistance against you.”

  “I’ll have my men on the streets before light,” Clubs said.

  “No,” Elend said quietly.

  There was a pause.

  “Your Majesty?” Dockson asked. “It really is the best move. We can’t let this faction against you gain momentum.”

  “It’s not a faction, Dox,” Elend said. “It’s the elected representatives of the Assembly.”

  “An Assembly you formed, my dear man,” Breeze said. “They have power because you gave it to them.”

  “The law gives them their power, Breeze,” Elend said. “And we are all subject to it.”

  “Nonsense,” Tindwyl said. “As king, you are the law. Once we secure the city, you can call in the Assembly and explain to its members that you need their support. Those who disagree can be held until the crisis is over.”

  “No,” Elend said, a little more firm. “We will do none of that.”

  “That’s it, then?” Ham asked. “You’re giving up?”

  “I’m not giving up, Ham,” Elend said, finally turning to regard the group. “But I’m not going to use the city’s armies to pressure the Assembly.”

  “You’ll lose your throne,” Breeze said.

  “See reason, Elend,” Ham said with a nod.

  “I will not be an exception to my own laws!” Elend said.

  “Don’t be a fool,” Tindwyl said. “You should—”

  “Tindwyl,” Elend said, “respond to my ideas as you wish, but do not call me a fool again. I will not be belittled because I express my opinion!”

  Tindwyl paused, mouth partially open. Then she pressed her lips together and took her seat. Vin felt a quiet surge of satisfaction. You trained him, Tindwyl, she thought with a smile. Can you really complain if he stands up to you?

  Elend walked forward, placing his hands on the table as he regarded the group. “Yes, we will respond. Dox, you write a letter informing the Assembly of our disappointment and feelings of betrayal—inform them of our success with Straff, and lay on the guilt as thickly as possible.

  “The rest of us will begin planning. We’ll get the throne back. As has been stated, I know the law. I wrote it. There are ways to deal with this. Those ways do not, however, include sending our armies to secure the city. I will not be like the tyrants who would take Luthadel from us! I will not force the people to do my will, even if I know it is best for them.”

  “Your Majesty,” Tindwyl said carefully, “there is nothing immoral about securing your power during a time of chaos. People react irrationally during such times. That is one of the reasons why they need strong leadership. They need you.”

  “Only if they want me, Tindwyl,” Elend said.

  “Forgive me, Your Majesty,” Tindwyl said, “
but that statement seems somewhat naive to me.”

  Elend smiled. “Perhaps it is. You can change my clothing and my bearing, but you can’t change the soul of who I am. I’ll do what I think is right—and that includes letting the Assembly depose me, if that is their choice.”

  Tindwyl frowned. “And if you can’t get your throne back through lawful means?”

  “Then I accept that fact,” Elend said. “And do my best to help the kingdom anyway.”

  So much for running away, Vin thought. However, she couldn’t help smiling. Part of what she loved about Elend was his sincerity. His simple love for the people of Luthadel—his determination to do what was right for them—was what separated him from Kelsier. Even in martyrdom, Kelsier had displayed a hint of arrogance. He’d made certain that he would be remembered like few men who had ever lived.

  But Elend—to him, ruling the Central Dominance wasn’t about fame or glory. For the first time, completely and honestly, she decided something. Elend was a far better king than Kelsier would ever have been.

  “I’m…not certain what I think of this experience, Mistress,” a voice whispered beside her. Vin paused, looking down as she realized that she had begun idly scratching OreSeur’s ears.

  She pulled her hand back with a start. “Sorry,” she said.

  OreSeur shrugged, resting his head back on his paws.

  “So, you said there’s a legal way to get the throne back,” Ham said. “How do we go about it?”

  “The Assembly has one month to choose a new king,” Elend said. “Nothing in the law says that the new king can’t be the same as the old one. And, if they can’t come up with a majority decision by that deadline, the throne reverts to me for a minimum of one year.”

  “Complicated,” Ham said, rubbing his chin.

  “What did you expect?” Breeze said. “It’s the law.”

  “I didn’t mean the law itself,” Ham said. “I meant getting the Assembly to either choose Elend or not choose anyone. They wouldn’t have deposed him in the first place unless they had another person in mind for the throne.”