Elend sat beside her bed.
That comforted her. Though she slept fitfully, a piece of her knew that he was there, watching over her. It felt odd to be beneath his protective care, for she was the one who usually did the guarding.
So, when she finally woke, she wasn’t surprised to find him in the chair beside her bed, reading quietly by soft candlelight. As she came fully awake, she didn’t jump up, or search the room with apprehension. Instead, she sat up slowly, pulling the blanket up under her arms, then took a sip of the water that had been left for her beside the bed.
Elend closed the book and turned toward her, smiling. Vin searched those soft eyes, delving for hints of the horror she had seen before. The disgust, the terror, the shock.
He knew her for a monster. How could he smile so kindly?
“Why?” she asked quietly.
“Why what?” he asked.
“Why wait here?” she said. “I’m not dying—I remember that much.”
Elend shrugged. “I just wanted to be near you.”
She said nothing. A coal stove burned in the corner, though it needed more fuel. Winter was close, and it was looking to be a cold one. She wore only a nightgown; she’d asked the maids not to put one on her, but by then Sazed’s draught—to help her sleep—had already begun taking effect, and she hadn’t had the energy to argue.
She pulled the blanket closer. Only then did she realize something she should have noticed earlier. “Elend! You’re not wearing your uniform.”
He looked down at his clothing—a nobleman’s suit from his old wardrobe, with an unbuttoned maroon vest. The jacket was too big for him. He shrugged. “No need to continue the charade anymore, Vin.”
“Cett is king?” she asked with a sinking feeling.
Elend shook his head. “Penrod.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“I know,” he said. “We aren’t sure why the merchants betrayed Cett—but it doesn’t really matter anymore. Penrod is a far better choice anyway. Than either Cett, or me.”
“You know that’s not true.”
Elend sat back contemplatively. “I don’t know, Vin. I thought I was the better man. Yet, while I thought up all kinds of schemes to keep the throne from Cett, I never really considered the one plan that would have been certain to defeat him—that of giving my support to Penrod, combining our votes. What if my arrogance had landed us with Cett? I wasn’t thinking of the people.”
“Elend…” she said, laying a hand on his arm.
And he flinched.
It was slight, almost unnoticeable, and he covered it quickly. But the damage was done. Damage she had caused, damage within him. He had finally seen—really seen—what she was. He’d fallen in love with a lie.
“What?” he said, looking into her face.
“Nothing,” Vin said. She withdrew her hand. Inside, something cracked. I love him so much. Why? Why did I let him see? If only I’d had a choice!
He’s betraying you, Reen’s voice whispered in the back of her mind. Everyone will leave you eventually, Vin.
Elend sighed, glancing toward the shutters to her room. They were closed, keeping the mists out, though Vin could see the darkness beyond.
“The thing is, Vin,” he said quietly, “I never really thought it would end this way. I trusted them, right to the end. The people—the Assemblymen they chose—I trusted that they would do the right thing. When they didn’t choose me, I was actually surprised. I shouldn’t have been. We knew that I was the long shot. I mean, they had already voted me out once. But, I’d convinced myself that was just a warning. Inside, in my heart, I thought that they would reinstate me.”
He shook his head. “Now, I either have to admit that my faith in them was wrong, or I have to trust in their decision.”
That was what she loved: his goodness, his simple honesty. Things as odd and exotic to a skaa urchin as her own Mistborn nature must be to most people. Even among all the good men of Kelsier’s crew, even amid the best of the nobility, she had never found another man like Elend Venture. A man who would rather believe that the people who had dethroned him were just trying to do the right thing.
At times, she had felt a fool for falling in love with the first nobleman whom she grew to know. But now she realized that her love of Elend had not come about because of simple convenience or proximity. It had come because of who Elend was. The fact that she had found him first was an event of incredible fortune.
And now…it was over. At least, in the form it had once had. But, she’d known all along that it would turn out this way. That was why she’d refused his marriage proposal, now over a year old. She couldn’t marry him. Or, rather, she couldn’t let him marry her.
“I know that sorrow in your eyes, Vin,” Elend said softly.
She looked at him with shock.
“We can get past this,” he said. “The throne wasn’t everything. We might be better off this way, actually. We did our best. Now it’s someone else’s turn to try.”
She smiled wanly. He doesn’t know. He must never know how much this hurts. He’s a good man—he’d try to force himself to keep loving me.
“But,” he said, “you should get some more rest.”
“I feel fine,” Vin said, stretching slightly. Her side hurt, and her neck ached, but pewter burned within her, and none of her wounds were debilitating. “I need to—”
She cut herself off as a realization hit her. She sat upright, the sudden motion making her rigid with pain. The day before was a blur, but…
“OreSeur!” she said, pushing aside the blanket.
“He’s fine, Vin,” Elend said. “He’s a kandra. Broken bones mean nothing to him.”
She paused, half out of bed, suddenly feeling foolish. “Where is he?”
“Digesting a new body,” Elend said, smiling.
“Why the smile?” she asked.
“I’ve just never heard someone express that much concern for a kandra before.”
“Well, I don’t see why not,” Vin said, climbing back in bed. “OreSeur risked his life for me.”
“He’s a kandra, Vin,” Elend repeated. “I don’t think those men could have killed him; I doubt even a Mistborn could.”
Vin paused. Not even a Mistborn could…. What bothered her about that statement? “Regardless,” she said. “He feels pain. He took two serious blows on my behalf.”
“Just fulfilling his Contract.”
His Contract…. OreSeur had attacked a human. He had broken his Contract. For her.
“What?” Elend asked.
“Nothing,” Vin said quickly. “Tell me about the armies.”
Elend eyed her, but allowed the conversation to change directions. “Cett is still holed up in Keep Hasting. We’re not sure what his reaction will be. The Assembly didn’t choose him, which can’t be good. And yet, he hasn’t protested—he has to realize that he’s trapped in here now.”
“He must have really believed that we’d choose him,” Vin said, frowning. “Why else would he come into the city?”
Elend shook his head. “It was an odd move in the first place. Anyway, I have advised the Assembly to try and make a deal with him. I think he believes that the atium isn’t in the city, so there’s really no reason for him to want Luthadel.”
“Except for the prestige.”
“Which wouldn’t be worth losing his army,” Elend’s said. “Or his life.”
Vin nodded. “And your father?”
“Silent,” Elend said. “It’s strange, Vin. This isn’t like him—those assassins were so blatant. I’m not sure what to make of them.”
“The assassins,” Vin said, sitting back in the bed. “You’ve identified them?”
Elend shook his head. “Nobody recognizes them.”
Vin frowned.
“Maybe we aren’t as familiar with the noblemen out in the Northern Dominance as we thought we were.”
No, Vin thought. No, if they were from a city as close as Urteau�
�Straff’s home—some of them would be known, wouldn’t they? “I thought I recognized one of them,” Vin finally said.
“Which one?”
“The…last one.”
Elend paused. “Ah. Well, I guess we won’t be able to identify him now.”
“Elend, I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“What?” Elend asked. “Vin, I’ve seen death before. I was forced to attend the Lord Ruler’s executions, remember?” He paused. “Not that what you did was like that, of course.”
Of course.
“You were amazing,” Elend said. “I’d be dead right now if you hadn’t stopped those Allomancers—and it’s likely that Penrod and the other Assemblymen would have fared the same. You saved the Central Dominance.”
We always have to be the knives….
Elend smiled, standing. “Here,” he said, walking to the side of the room. “This is cold, but Sazed said you should eat it when you awoke.” He returned with a bowl of broth.
“Sazed sent it?” Vin asked skeptically. “Drugged, then?”
Elend smiled. “He warned me not to taste it myself—he said it was filled with enough sedatives to knock me out for a month. It takes a lot to affect you pewter burners.”
He set the bowl on the bedstand. Vin eyed it through narrowed eyes. Sazed was probably worried that, despite her wounds, she’d go out and prowl the city if she were left on her own. He was probably right. With a sigh, Vin accepted the bowl and began to sip at it.
Elend smiled. “I’ll send someone to bring you more coal for the stove,” he said. “There are some things I need to do.”
Vin nodded, and he left, pulling the door shut behind him.
When Vin next awoke, she saw that Elend was still there. He stood in the shadows, watching her. It was still dark outside. The shutters to her window were open, and mist coated the floor of the room.
The shutters were open.
Vin sat upright and turned toward the figure in the corner. It wasn’t Elend. “Zane,” she said flatly.
He stepped forward. It was so easy to see the similarities between him and Elend, now that she knew what to look for. They had the same jaw, the same wavy dark hair. They even had similar builds, now that Elend had been exercising.
“You sleep too soundly,” Zane said.
“Even a Mistborn’s body needs sleep to heal.”
“You shouldn’t have been hurt in the first place,” Zane said. “You should have been able to kill those men with ease, but you were distracted by my brother, and by trying to keep the people of the room from harm. This is what he’s done to you—he’s changed you, so that you no longer see what needs to be done, you just see what he wants you to do.”
Vin raised an eyebrow, quietly feeling beneath her pillow. Her dagger was there, fortunately. He didn’t kill me in my sleep, she thought. That has to be a good sign.
He took another step forward. She tensed. “What is your game, Zane?” she said. “First, you tell me that you’ve decided not to kill me—then you send a group of assassins. What now? Have you come to finish the job?”
“We didn’t send those assassins, Vin,” Zane said quietly.
Vin snorted.
“Believe as you wish,” Zane said, taking another step forward so that he stood right beside her bed, a tall figure of blackness and solemnity. “But, my father is still terrified of you. Why would he risk retribution by trying to kill Elend?”
“It was a gamble,” Vin said. “He hoped those assassins would kill me.”
“Why use them?” Zane asked. “He has me—why use a bunch of Mistings to attack you in the middle of a crowded room, when he could just have me use atium in the night and kill you?”
Vin hesitated.
“Vin,” he said, “I watched the corpses being carried away from the Assembly Hall, and I recognized some of them from Cett’s entourage.”
That’s it! Vin thought. That’s where I saw that Thug whose face I smashed! He was at Keep Hasting, peeking out from the kitchen while we ate with Cett, pretending to be a servant.
“But, the assassins attacked Cett too…” Vin trailed off. It was basic thieving strategy: if you had a front that you wanted to escape suspicion as you burgled the shops around it, you made certain to “steal” from yourself as well.
“The assassins who attacked Cett were all normal men,” Vin said. “No Allomancers. I wonder what he told them—that they’d be allowed to ‘surrender’ once the battle turned? But why fake an attack in the first place? He was favored for the throne.”
Zane shook his head. “Penrod made a deal with my father, Vin. Straff offered the Assembly wealth beyond anything Cett could provide. That’s why the merchants changed their votes. Cett must have gotten wind of their betrayal. He has spies enough in the city.”
Vin sat, dumbfounded. Of course! “And the only way that Cett could see to win…”
“Was to send the assassins,” Zane said with a nod. “They were to attack all three candidates, killing Penrod and Elend, but leaving Cett alive. The Assembly would assume that they’d been betrayed by Straff, and Cett would become king.”
Vin gripped her knife with a shaking hand. She was growing tired of games. Elend had almost died. She had almost failed.
Part of her, a burning part, wanted to do what she’d first been inclined to. To go out and kill Cett and Straff, to remove the danger the most efficient way possible.
No, she told herself forcefully. No, that was Kelsier’s way. It’s not my way. It’s not…Elend’s way.
Zane turned away, facing toward her window, staring at the small waterfall-like flow of mist spilling through. “I should have arrived sooner to the fight. I was outside, with the crowds that came too late to get a seat. I didn’t even know what was happening until the people started piling out.”
Vin raised an eyebrow. “You almost sound sincere, Zane.”
“I have no wish to see you dead,” he said, turning. “And I certainly don’t want to see harm befall Elend.”
“Oh?” Vin asked. “Even though he’s the one who had all the privileges, while you were despised and kept locked away?”
Zane shook his head. “It isn’t like that. Elend is…pure. Sometimes—when I hear him speak—I wonder if I would have become like him, if my childhood had been different.”
He met her eyes in the dark room. “I’m…broken, Vin. Maddened. I can never be like Elend. But, killing him wouldn’t change me. It’s probably best that he and I were raised apart—it’s far better that he doesn’t know about me. Better that he remain as he is. Untainted.”
“I…” Vin floundered. What could she say? She could see actual sincerity in Zane’s eyes.
“I’m not Elend,” Zane said. “I never will be—I’m not a part of his world. But, I don’t think that I should be. Neither should you. After the fighting was done, I finally got into the Assembly Hall. I saw Elend standing over you, at the end. I saw the look in his eyes.”
She turned away.
“It’s not his fault that he is what he is,” Zane said. “As I said, he’s pure. But, that makes him different from us. I’ve tried to explain it to you. I wish you could have seen that look in his eyes….”
I saw it, Vin thought. She didn’t want to remember it, but she had seen it. That awful look of horror, a reaction to something terrible and alien, something beyond understanding.
“I can’t be Elend,” Zane said quietly, “but you don’t want me to be.” He reached over and dropped something on her bedstand. “Next time, be prepared.”
Vin snatched the object as Zane began to walk toward the window. The ball of metal rolled in her palm. The shape was bumpy, but the texture was smooth—like a nugget of gold. She knew it without having to swallow it. “Atium?”
“Cett may send other assassins,” Zane said, hopping up onto the windowsill.
“You’re giving it to me?” she asked. “There’s enough here for a good two minutes of burning!” It was a small fortune, easily wort
h twenty thousand boxings before the Collapse. Now, with the scarcity of atium…
Zane turned back toward her. “Just keep yourself safe,” he said, then launched himself out into the mists.
Vin did not like being injured. Logically, she knew that other people probably felt the same way; after all, who would enjoy pain and debilitation? Yet, when the others got sick, she sensed frustration from them. Not terror.
When sick, Elend would spend the day in bed, reading books. Clubs had taken a bad blow during practice several months before, and he had grumbled about the pain, but had stayed off his leg for a few days without much prodding.
Vin was growing to be more like them. She could lie in bed as she did now, knowing that nobody would try to slit her throat while she was too weak to call for help. Still, she itched to rise, to show that she wasn’t very badly wounded. Lest someone think otherwise, and try to take advantage.
It isn’t like that anymore! she told herself. It was light outside, and though Elend had been back to visit several times, he was currently away. Sazed had come to check on her wounds, and had begged her to stay in bed for “at least one more day.” Then he’d gone back to his studies. With Tindwyl.
Whatever happened to those two hating each other? she thought with annoyance. I barely get to see him.
Her door opened. Vin was pleased that her instincts were still keen enough that she immediately grew tense, reaching for her daggers. Her pained side protested the sudden motion.
Nobody entered.
Vin frowned, still tense, until a canine head popped up over the top of her footboard. “Mistress?” said a familiar, half growl of a voice.
“OreSeur?” Vin said. “You’re wearing another dog’s body!”
“Of course, Mistress,” OreSeur said, hopping up onto the bed. “What else would I have?”
“I don’t know,” Vin said, putting away her daggers. “When Elend said you’d had him get you a body, I just assumed that you’d asked for a human. I mean, everyone saw my ‘dog’ die.”
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