The Well of Ascension, Page 34

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  "Very good, my lord," the soldier said. "We appreciate your help. "

  Zane paused. Then he slowly continued to write. "Soldier, you are not my superior. You arent even my equal. I am not helping you. I am seeing to the needs of my army. Do you understand?"

  "Of course, my lord. "

  "Good," Zane said, finishing his notes and handing the paper to the soldier. "Now, leave—or Ill do as a friend has suggested and ram this pen through your throat. "

  The soldier accepted the paper, then quickly withdrew. Zane waited impatiently. Straff did not arrive. Finally, Zane cursed quietly and Pushed open the tent flaps and strode out. Straffs tent was a blazing red beacon in the night, well lit by numerous lanterns. Zane passed the guards, who knew better than to bother him, and entered the kings tent.

  Straff was having a late dinner. He was a tall man, brown of hair like both his sons—the two important ones, at least. He had fine noblemans hands, which he used to eat with finesse. He didnt react as Zane entered.

  "Youre late," Straff said.

  "Kill him," God said.

  Zane clinched his fists. This command from the voice was the hardest to ignore. "Yes," he said. "Im late. "

  "What happened tonight?" Straff asked.

  Zane glanced at the servants. "We should do this in the command tent. "

  Straff continued to sip his soup, staying where he was, implying that Zane had no power to order him about. It was frustrating, but not unexpected. Zane had used virtually the same tactic on the nightwatch officer just moments before. He had learned from the best.

  Finally, Zane sighed, taking a seat. He rested his arms on the table, idly spinning a dinner knife as he watched his father eat. A servant approached to ask Zane if he wanted a meal, but he waved the man away.

  "Kill Straff," God commanded. "You should be in his place. You are stronger than he is. You are more competent. "

  But Im not as sane, Zane thought.

  "Well?" Straff asked. "Do they have the Lord Rulers atium or not?"

  "Im not sure," Zane said.

  "Does the girl trust you?" Straff asked.

  "Shes beginning to," Zane said. "I did see her use atium, that once, fighting Cetts assassins. "

  Straff nodded thoughtfully. He really was competent; because of him, the Northern Dominance had avoided the chaos that prevailed in the rest of the Final Empire. Straffs skaa remained under control, his noblemen quelled. True, he had been forced to execute a number of people to prove that he was in charge. But, he did what needed to be done. That was one attribute in a man that Zane respected above all others.

  Especially since he had trouble displaying it himself.

  "Kill him!" God yelled. "You hate him! He kept you in squalor, forcing you to fight for your survival as a child. "

  He made me strong, Zane thought.

  "Then use that strength to kill him!"

  Zane grabbed the carving knife off the table. Straff looked up from his meal, then flinched just slightly as Zane sliced the flesh of his own arm. He cut a long gash into the top of his forearm, drawing blood. The pain helped him resist the voice.

  Straff watched for a moment, then waved for a servant to bring Zane a towel so he wouldnt get blood on the rug.

  "You need to get her to use atium again," Straff said. "Elend may have been able to gather one or two beads. Well only know the truth if she runs out. " He paused, turning back to his meal. "Actually, what you need to do is get her to tell you where the stash is hidden, if they even have it. "

  Zane sat, watching the blood seep from the gash on his forearm. "Shes more capable than you think, Father. "

  Straff raised an eyebrow. "Dont tell me you believe those stories, Zane? The lies about her and the Lord Ruler?"

  "How do you know they are lies?"

  "Because of Elend," Straff said. "That boy is a fool; he only controls Luthadel because every nobleman with half a wit in his head fled the city. If that girl were powerful enough to defeat the Lord Ruler, I sincerely doubt that your brother could ever have gained her loyalty. "

  Zane cut another slice in his arm. He didnt cut deeply enough to do any real damage, and the pain worked as it usually did. Straff finally turned from his meal, masking a look of discomfort. A small, twisted piece of Zane took pleasure from seeing that look in his fathers eyes. Perhaps it was a side effect of his insanity.

  "Anyway," Straff said, "did you meet with Elend?"

  Zane nodded. He turned to a serving girl. "Tea," he said, waving his uncut arm. "Elend was surprised. He wanted to meet with you, but he obviously didnt like the idea of coming into your camp. I doubt hell come. "

  "Perhaps," Straff said. "But, dont underestimate the boys foolishness. Either way, perhaps now he understands how our relationship will proceed. "

  So much posturing, Zane thought. By sending this message, Straff took a stand: he wouldnt be ordered about, or even inconvenienced, on Elends behalf.

  Being forced into a siege inconvenienced you, though, Zane thought with a smile. What Straff would have liked to do was attack directly, taking the city without parlay or negotiations. The arrival of the second army made that impossible. Attack now, and Straff would be defeated by Cett.

  That meant waiting, waiting in a siege, until Elend saw reason and joined with his father willingly. But, waiting was something Straff disliked. Zane didnt mind as much. It would give him more time to spar with the girl. He smiled.

  As the tea arrived, Zane closed his eyes, then burned tin to enhance his senses. His wounds burst to life, minor pains becoming great, shocking him to wakefulness.

  There was a part of all this he wasnt telling Straff. She is coming to trust me, he thought. And theres something else about her. Shes like me. Perhaps. . . she could understand me.

  Perhaps she could save me.

  He sighed, opening his eyes and using the towel to clean his arm. His insanity frightened him sometimes. But, it seemed weaker around Vin. That was all he had to go on for the moment. He accepted his tea from the serving girl—long braid, firm chest, homely features—and took a sip of the hot cinnamon.

  Straff raised his own cup, then hesitated, sniffing delicately. He eyed Zane. "Poisoned tea, Zane?"

  Zane said nothing.

  "Birchbane, too," Straff noted. "Thats a depressingly unoriginal move for you. "

  Zane said nothing.

  Straff made a cutting motion. The girl looked up with terror as one of Straffs guards stepped toward her. She glanced at Zane, expecting some sort of aid, but he just looked away. She yelled pathetically as the guard pulled her off to be executed.

  She wanted the chance to kill him, he thought. I told her it probably wouldnt work.

  Straff just shook his head. Though not a full Mistborn, the king was a Tineye. Still, even for one with such an ability, sniffing birchbane amid the cinnamon was an impressive feat.

  "Zane, Zane. . . " Straff said. "What would you do if you actually managed to kill me?"

  If I actually wanted to kill you, Zane thought, Id use that knife, not poison. But, he let Straff think what he wished. The king expected assassination attempts. So Zane provided them.

  Straff held something up—a small bead of atium. "I was going to give you this, Zane. But I see that well have to wait. You need to get over these foolish attempts on my life. If you were ever to succeed, where would you get your atium?"

  Straff didnt understand, of course. He thought that atium was like a drug, and assumed that Mistborn relished using it. Therefore, he thought he could control Zane with it. Zane let the man continue in his misapprehension, never explaining that he had his own personal stockpile of the metal.

  That, however, brought him to face the real question that dominated his life. Gods whispers were returning, now that the pain was fading. And, of all the people the voice whispered about, Straff Venture was the one who most deserved to die.


  "Why?" God asked. "Why wont you kill him?"

  Zane looked down at his feet. Because hes my father, he thought, finally admitting his weakness. Other men did what they had to. They were stronger than Zane.

  "Youre insane, Zane," Straff said.

  Zane looked up.

  "Do you really think you could conquer the empire yourself, if you were to kill me? Considering your. . . particular malady, do you think you could run even a city?"

  Zane looked away. "No. "

  Straff nodded. "Im glad we both understand that. "

  "You should just attack," Zane said. "We can find the atium once we control Luthadel. "

  Straff smiled, then sipped the tea. The poisoned tea.

  Despite himself, Zane started, sitting up straight.

  "Dont presume to think you know what Im planning, Zane," Straff said. "You dont understand half as much as you assume. "

  Zane sat quietly, watching his father drink the last of the tea.

  "What of your spy?" Straff asked.

  Zane lay the note on the table. "Hes worried that they might suspect him. He has found no information about the atium. "

  Straff nodded, setting down the empty cup. "Youll return to the city and continue to befriend the girl. "

  Zane nodded slowly, then turned and left the tent.

  Straff thought he could feel the birchbane already, seeping through his veins, making him tremble. He forced himself to remain in control. Waiting for a few moments.

  Once he was sure Zane was distant, he called for a guard. "Bring me Amaranta!" Straff ordered. "Quickly!"

  The soldier rushed to do his masters bidding. Straff sat quietly, tent rustling in the evening breeze, a puff of mist floating to the floor from the once open flap. He burned tin, enhancing his senses. Yes. . . he could feel the poison within him. Deadening his nerves. He had time, however. As long as an hour, perhaps, and so he relaxed.

  For a man who claimed he didnt want to kill Straff, Zane certainly spent a lot of effort trying. Fortunately, Straff had a tool even Zane didnt know about—one that came in the form of a woman. Straff smiled as his tin-enhanced ears heard soft footsteps approaching in the night.

  The soldiers sent Amaranta right in. Straff hadnt brought all of his mistresses with him on the trip—just his ten or fifteen favorites. Mixed in with the ones he was currently bedding, however, were some women that he kept for their effectiveness rather than their beauty. Amaranta was a good example. She had been quite attractive a decade before, but now she was creeping up into her late twenties. Her breasts had begun to sag from childbirth, and every time Straff looked at her, he noticed the wrinkles that were appearing on her forehead and around her eyes. He got rid of most women long before they reached her age.

  This one, however, had skills that were useful. If Zane heard that Straff had sent for the woman this night, hed assume that Straff had simply wanted to bed her. Hed be wrong.

  "My lord," Amaranta said, getting down on her knees. She began to disrobe.

  Well, at least shes optimistic, Straff thought. He would have thought that after four years without being called to his bed, she would understand. Didnt women realize when they were too old to be attractive?

  "Keep your clothing on, woman," he snapped.