The Well of Ascension

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  Elend shook his head. "Koloss attacked Luthadel just over a week ago," he said quietly. "I am a refugee myself, Master Steward. For all I know, the city itself has fallen. "

  The old man fell silent. "Ah, I see," he finally said.

  "Im sorry," Elend said. "I was traveling back to see what happened. Tell me—I traveled this way not long ago. How is it that I missed you in my journey north?"

  "We didnt come by the canal route, my lord," the old man said. "We cut across country, straight down, so that we could gather supplies at Suringshath. You. . . have no further word of events at Luthadel, then? There was a senior Keeper in residence there. We were hoping, perhaps, to seek her counsel. "

  "Lady Tindwyl?" Elend asked.

  The old man perked up. "Yes. You know her?"

  "She was an attendant at the kings court," Elend said.

  "Keeper Tindwyl could be considered our leader now, I think," the old man said. "We arent certain how many traveling Keepers there are, but she is the only known member of the Synod who was out of the city when we were attacked. "

  "She was still in Luthadel when I left," Elend said.

  "Then she might live still," the old man said. "We can hope, I think. I thank you, traveler, for your information. Please, make yourself comfortable in our camp. "

  Elend nodded, rising. Spook stood a short distance away, in the mists near a pair of trees. Elend joined him.

  The people kept large fires burning in the night, as if to defy the mists. The light did some good in dispelling the mists power—and yet the light seemed to accentuate them as well, creating three-dimensional shadows that bewildered the eye. Spook leaned against the scraggly tree trunk, looking around at things Elend couldnt see. Elend could hear, however, some of what Spook must be inspecting. Crying children. Coughing men. Shuffling livestock.

  "It doesnt look good, does it?" Elend said quietly.

  Spook shook his head. "I wish theyd take down all these fires," he muttered. "The light hurts my eyes. "

  Elend glanced to the side. "They arent that bright. "

  Spook shrugged. "Theyre just wasting wood. "

  "Forgive them their comfort, for now. Theyll have little enough of it in the weeks to come. " Elend paused, looking over at a passing squad of Terris "soldiers"—a group of men who were obviously stewards. Their posture was excellent, and they walked with a smooth grace, but Elend doubted they knew how to use any weapons beyond a cooking knife.

  No, there is no army in Terris to help my people.

  "You sent Vin back to gather our allies," Spook said quietly. "To bring them up to meet with us, perhaps to seek refuge in Terris. "

  "I know," Elend said.

  "We cant gather in Terris, though," Spook said. "Not with the Inquisitors up there. "

  "I know," Elend said again.

  Spook was silent for a moment. "The whole world is falling apart, El," he finally said. "Terris, Luthadel. . . "

  "Luthadel has not been destroyed," Elend said, looking sharply at Spook.

  "The koloss—"

  "Vin will have found a way to stop them," Elend said. "For all we know, she already found the power at the Well of Ascension. We need to keep going. We can, and will, rebuild whatever was lost. Then well worry about helping Terris. "

  Spook paused, then nodded and smiled. Elend was surprised to see how much his confident words seemed to soothe the boys concerns. Spook leaned back, eyeing Elends still steaming cup of tea, and Elend handed it over with a mumble that he didnt like heartroot tea. Spook drank happily.

  Elend, however, found matters more troubling than hed admitted. The Deepness returning, ghosts in the mist, and Inquisitors making a play for the Terris Dominance. What else have I been ignoring?

  It is a distant hope. Alendi has survived assassins, wars, and catastrophes. And yet, I hope that in the frozen mountains of Terris, he may finally be exposed. I hope for a miracle.

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  "LOOK, WE ALL KNOW WHAT we need to do," Cett said, pounding the table. "Weve got our armies here, ready and willing to fight. Now, lets go get my damn country back!"

  "The empress gave us no command to do such a thing," Janarle said, sipping his tea, completely unfazed by Cetts lack of decorum. "I, personally, think that we should wait at least until the emperor returns. "

  Penrod, the oldest of the men in the room, had enough tact to look sympathetic. "I understand that you are concerned for your people, Lord Cett. But we havent even had a week to rebuild Luthadel. It is far too early to be worrying about expanding our influence. We cannot possibly authorize these preparations. "

  "Oh, leave off, Penrod," Cett snapped. "Youre not in charge of us. "

  All three men turned to Sazed. He felt very awkward, sitting at the head of the table in Keep Ventures conference chamber. Aides and attendants, including some of Docksons bureaucrats, stood at the perimeter of the sparse room, but only the three rulers—now kings beneath Elends imperial rule—sat with Sazed at the table.

  "I think that we should not be hasty, Lord Cett," Sazed said.

  "This isnt haste," Cett said, pounding the table again. "I just want to order scout and spy reports, so that we can have information we need when we invade!"

  "If we do invade," Janarle said. "If the emperor decides to recover Fadrex City, it wont happen until this summer, at the very earliest. We have far more pressing concerns. My armies have been away from the Northern Dominance for too long. It is basic political theory that we should stabilize what we have before we move into new territory. "

  "Bah!" Cett said, waving an indifferent hand.

  "You may send your scouts, Lord Cett," Sazed said. "But they are to seek information only. They are to engage in no raids, no matter how tempting the opportunity. "

  Cett shook a bearded head. "This is why I never bothered to play political games with the rest of the Final Empire. Nothing gets done because everyone is too busy scheming!"

  "There is much to be said for subtlety, Lord Cett," Penrod said. "Patience brings the greater prize. "

  "Greater prize?" Cett asked. "What did the Central Dominance earn itself by waiting? You waited right up until the moment that your city fell! If you hadnt been the ones with the best Mistborn. . . "

  "Best Mistborn, my lord?" Sazed asked quietly. "Did you not see her take command of the koloss? Did you not see her leap across the sky like an arrow in flight? Lady Vin isnt simply the best Mistborn. "

  The group fell silent. I have to keep them focused on her, Sazed thought. Without Vins leadership—without the threat of her power—this coalition would dissolve in three heartbeats.

  He felt so inadequate. He couldnt keep the men on-topic, and he couldnt do much to help them with their various problems. He could just keep reminding them of Vins power.

  The trouble was, he didnt really want to. He was feeling something very odd in himself, feelings he usually didnt have. Disconcern. Apathy. Why did anything that these men talked about matter? Why did anything matter, now that Tindwyl was dead?

  He gritted his teeth, trying to force himself to focus.

  "Very well," Cett said, waving a hand. "Ill send the scouts. Has that food arrived from Urteau yet, Janarle?"

  The younger nobleman grew uncomfortable. "We. . . may have trouble with that, my lord. It seems that an unwholesome element has been rabble-rousing in the city. "

  "No wonder you want to send troops back to the Northern Dominance!" Cett accused. "Youre planning to conquer your kingdom back and leave mine to rot!"

  "Urteau is much closer than your capital, Cett," Janarle said, turning back to his tea. "It only makes sense to set me up there before we turn our attention westward. "

  "We will let the empress make that decision," Penrod said. He liked to act the mediator—and by doing so, he made himself seem above the issues. In essence, he put himself in control by putt
ing himself in between the other two.

  Not all that different from what Elend tried to do, Sazed thought, with our armies. The boy had more of a sense of political strategy than Tindwyl had ever credited him with.

  I shouldnt think about her, he told himself, closing his eyes. Yet, it was hard not to. Everything Sazed did, everything he thought, seemed wrong because she was gone. Lights seemed dimmer. Motivations were more difficult to reach. He found that he had trouble even wanting to pay attention to the kings, let alone give them direction.

  It was foolish, he knew. How long had Tindwyl been back in his life? Only a few months. Long ago, he had resigned himself to the fact that he would never be loved—in general—and that he certainly would never have her love. Not only did he lack manhood, but he was a rebel and a dissident—a man well outside of the Terris orthodoxy.

  Surely her love for him had been a miracle. Yet, whom did he thank for that blessing, and whom did he thank for that blessing, and whom did he curse for stealing her away? He knew of hundreds of gods. He would hate them all, if he thought it would do any good.

  For the sake of his own sanity, he forced himself to get distracted by the kings again.

  "Listen," Penrod was saying, leaning forward, arms on the tabletop. "I think were looking at this the wrong way, gentlemen. We shouldnt be squabbling, we should be happy. We are in a very unique position. In the time since the Lord Rulers empire fell, dozens—perhaps hundreds—of men have tried to set themselves up as kings in various ways. The one thing they shared, however, was that they all lacked stability.

  "Well, it appears that we are going to be forced to work together. I am starting to see this in a favorable light. I will give my allegiance to the Venture couple—Ill even live with Elend Ventures eccentric views of government—if it means that Ill still be in power ten years from now. "

  Cett scratched at his beard for a moment, then nodded. "You make a good point, Penrod. Maybe the first good one Ive ever heard out of you. "

  "But we cant continue trying to assume that we know what we are to do," Janarle said. "We need direction. Surviving the next ten years, I suspect, is going to depend heavily on my not ending up dead on the end of that Mistborn girls knife. "

  "Indeed," Penrod said, nodding curtly. "Master Terrisman. When can we expect the empress to take command again?"

  Once again, all three pairs of eyes turned to Sazed.

  I dont really care, Sazed thought, then immediately felt guilty. Vin was his friend. He did care. Even if it was hard to care about anything for him. He looked down in shame. "Lady Vin is suffering greatly from the effects of an extended pewter drag," he said. "She pushed herself very hard this last year, and then ended it by running all the way back to Luthadel. She is in great need of rest. I think we should let her be for a time longer. "

  The others nodded, and returned to their discussion. Sazeds mind, however, turned to Vin. Hed understated her malady, and he was beginning to worry. A pewter drag drained the body, and he suspected that shed been forcing herself to stay awake with the metal for months now.