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The Well of Ascension, Page 27

Brandon Sanderson

Page 27

  "But they did teach you about some things, right?"

  Elend nodded. "Mostly, they talked about why the nobility were privileged and the skaa cursed. I guess they wanted us to understand how fortunate we were—though honestly, I always found the teachings a little disturbing. See, they claimed that we were noble because our ancestors supported the Lord Ruler before the Ascension. But, that means that we were privileged because of what other people had done. Not really fair, eh?"

  Vin shrugged. "Fair as anything else, I guess. "

  "But, didnt you get angry?" Elend said. "Didnt it frustrate you that the nobility had so much while you had so little?"

  "I didnt think about it," Vin said. "The nobility had a lot, so we could take it from them. Why should I care how they got it? Sometimes, when I had food, other thieves beat me and took it. What did it matter how I got my food? It was still taken from me. "

  Elend paused. "You know, sometimes I wonder what the political theorists Ive read would say if they met you. I have a feeling theyd throw up their hands in frustration. "

  She poked him in the side. "Enough politics. Tell me about the Deepness. "

  "Well, I think it was a creature of some sort—a dark and evil thing that nearly destroyed the world. The Lord Ruler traveled to the Well of Ascension, where he was given the power to defeat the Deepness and unite mankind. There are several statues in the city depicting the event. "

  Vin frowned. "Yes, but they never really show what the Deepness looked like. Its depicted as a twisted lump at the Lord Rulers feet. "

  "Well, the last person who actually saw the Deepness died a year ago, so I guess well have to make do with the statues. "

  "Unless it comes back," Vin said quietly.

  Elend frowned, looking at her again. "Is that what this is about, Vin?" His face softened slightly. "Two armies arent enough? You have to worry about the fate of the world as well?"

  Vin glanced down sheepishly, and Elend laughed, pulling her close. "Ah, Vin. I know youre a bit paranoid—honestly, considering our situation, Im starting to feel the same—but I think this is one problem you dont have to worry about. I havent heard any reports of monstrous incarnations of evil rampaging across the land. "

  Vin nodded, and Elend leaned back a bit, obviously assuming that hed answered her question.

  The Hero of Ages traveled to the Well of Ascension to defeat the Deepness, she thought. But the prophecies all said that the Hero shouldnt take the Wells power for himself. He was supposed to give it, trust in the power itself to destroy the Deepness.

  Rashek didnt do that—he took the power for himself. Wouldnt that mean that the Deepness was never defeated? Why, then, wasnt the world destroyed?

  "The red sun and brown plants," Vin said. "Did the Deepness do that?"

  "Still thinking about that?" Elend frowned. "Red sun and brown plants? What other colors would they be?"

  "Kelsier said that the sun was once yellow, and plants were green. "

  "Thats an odd image. "

  "Sazed agrees with Kelsier," Vin said. "The legends all say that during the early days of the Lord Ruler, the sun changed colors, and ash began to fall from the skies. "

  "Well," Elend said, "I guess the Deepness could have had something to do with it. I dont know, honestly. " He sat musingly for a few moments. "Green plants? Why not purple or blue? So odd. . . . "

  The Hero of Ages traveled north, to the Well of Ascension, Vin thought again. She turned slightly, her eyes drawn toward the Terris mountains so far away. Was it still up there? The Well of Ascension?

  "Did you have any luck getting information out of OreSeur?" Elend asked. "Anything to help us find the spy?"

  Vin shrugged. "He told me that kandra cant use Allomancy. "

  "So, you can find our impostor that way?" Elend said, perking up.

  "Maybe," Vin said. "I can test Spook and Ham, at least. Regular people will be more difficult—though kandra cant be Soothed, so maybe that will let me find the spy. "

  "That sounds promising," Elend said.

  Vin nodded. The thief in her, the paranoid girl that Elend always teased, itched to use Allomancy on him—to test him, to see if he reacted to her Pushes and Pulls. She stopped herself. This one man she would trust. The others she would test, but she would not question Elend. In a way, shed rather trust him and be wrong than deal with the worry of mistrust.

  I finally understand, she thought with a start. Kelsier. I understand what it was like for you with Mare. I wont make your same mistake.

  Elend was looking at her.

  "What?" she asked.

  "Youre smiling," he said. "Do I get to hear the joke?"

  She hugged him. "No," she said simply.

  Elend smiled. "All right then. You can test Spook and Ham, but Im pretty sure the impostor isnt one of the crew—I talked to them all today, and they were all themselves. We need to search the palace staff. "

  He doesnt know how good kandra can be. The enemy kandra had probably studied his victim for months and months, learning and memorizing their every mannerism.

  "Ive spoken to Ham and Demoux," Elend said. "As members of the palace guard, they know about the bones—and Ham was able to guess what they were. Hopefully, they can sort through the staff with minimal disturbance and locate the impostor. "

  Vins senses itched at how trusting Elend was. No, she thought. Let him assume the best. He has enough to worry about. Besides, perhaps the kandra is imitating someone outside our core team. Elend can search that avenue.

  And, if the impostor is a member of the crew. . . Well, thats the sort of situation where my paranoia comes in handy.

  "Anyway," Elend said, standing. "I have a few things to check on before it gets too late. "

  Vin nodded. He gave her a long kiss, then left. She sat on the table for a few moments longer, not looking at the massive rose window, but at the smaller window to the side, which shed left slightly open. It stood, a doorway into the night. Mist churned in the blackness, tentatively sending tendrils into the room, evaporating quietly in the warmth.

  "I will not fear you," Vin whispered. "And I will find your secret. " She climbed off the table and slipped out the window, back out to meet with OreSeur and do another check of the palace grounds.

  I had determined that Alendi was the Hero of Ages, and I intended to prove it. I should have bowed before the will of the others; I shouldnt have insisted on traveling with Alendi to witness his journeys.

  It was inevitable that Alendi himself would find out what I believed him to be.

  15

  ON THE EIGHTH DAY OUT of the Conventical, Sazed awoke to find himself alone.

  He stood, pushing off his blanket and the light film of ash that had fallen during the night. Marshs place beneath the trees canopy was empty, though a patch of bare earth indicated where the Inquisitor had slept.

  Sazed stood, following Marshs footsteps out into the harsh red sunlight. The ash was deeper here, without the cover of trees, and there was also more wind blowing it into drifts. Sazed regarded the windswept landscape. There was no further sign of Marsh.

  Sazed returned to camp. The trees here—in the middle of the Eastern Dominance—rose twisted and knotted, but they had shelflike, overlapping branches, thick with brown needles. These provided decent shelter, though the ash seemed capable of infiltrating any sanctuary.

  Sazed made a simple soup for breakfast. Marsh did not return. Sazed washed his brown travel robes in a nearby stream. Marsh did not return. Sazed sewed a rent in his sleeve, oiled his walking boots, and shaved his head. Marsh did not return. Sazed got out the rubbing hed made in the Conventical, transcribed a few words, then forced himself to put the sheet away—he worried about blurring the words by opening it too often or by getting ash on it. Better to wait until he could have a proper desk and clean room.

  Marsh did not return.

  Finall
y, Sazed left. He couldnt define the sense of urgency that he felt—part excitement to share what he had learned, part desire to see how Vin and the young king Elend Venture were handling events in Luthadel.

  Marsh knew the way. He would catch up.

  Sazed raised his hand, shading his eyes against the red sunlight, looking down from his hilltop vantage. There was a slight darkness on the horizon, to the east of the main road. He tapped his geography coppermind, seeking out descriptions of the Eastern Dominance.

  The knowledge swelled his mind, blessing him with recollection. The darkness was a village named Urbene. He searched through one of his indexes, looking for the right gazetteer. The index was growing fuzzy, its information difficult to remember—which meant that hed switched it from coppermind to memory and back too many times. Knowledge inside a coppermind would remain pristine, but anything inside his head—even for only a few moments—would decay. Hed have to re-memorize the index later.

  He found what he was looking for, and dumped the right memories into his head. The gazetteer listed Urbene as "picturesque," which probably meant that some important nobleman had decided to make his manor there. The listing said that the skaa of Urbene were herdsmen.

  Sazed scribbled a note to himself, then redeposited the gazetteers memories. Reading the note told him what he had just forgotten. Like the index, the gazetteer memories had inevitably decayed slightly during their stay in his head. Fortunately, he had a second set of copperminds hidden back up in Terris, and would use those to pass his knowledge on to another Keeper. His current copperminds were for everyday use. Unapplied knowledge benefited no one.

  He shouldered his pack. A visit to the village would do him some good, even if it slowed him down. His stomach agreed with the decision. It was unlikely the peasants would have much in the way of food, but perhaps they would be able to provide something other than broth. Besides, they might have news of events at Luthadel.

  He hiked down the short hill, taking the smaller, eastern fork in the road. Once, there had been little travel in the Final Empire. The Lord Ruler had forbidden skaa to leave their indentured lands, and only thieves and rebels had dared disobey. Still, most of the nobility had made their livings by trading, so a village such as this one might be accustomed to visitors.

  Sazed began to notice the oddities immediately. Goats roamed the countryside along the road, unwatched. Sazed paused, then dug a coppermind from his pack. He searched through it as he walked. One book on husbandry claimed that herdsmen sometimes left their flocks alone to graze. Yet, the unwatched animals made him nervous. He quickened his pace.

  Just to the south, the skaa starve, he thought. Yet here, livestock is so plentiful that nobody can be spared to keep it safe from bandits or predators?

  The small village appeared in the distance. Sazed could almost convince himself that the lack of activity—the lack of movement in the streets, the derelict doors and shutters swinging in the breeze—was due to his approach. Perhaps the people were so scared that they were hiding. Or, perhaps they simply were all out. Tending flocks. . . .

  Sazed stopped. A shift in the wind brought a telltale scent from the village. The skaa werent hiding, and they hadnt fled. It was the scent of rotting bodies.