The Well of Ascension, Page 36

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  So, pewtermind ready in case he needed strength, Sazed let go of the tree. The koloss leader—Sazed could only assume that was what he was—watched Sazed fall to the ground with a red-eyed stare. The creature did not blink. Sazed wondered if it even could blink, its skin stretched as it was.

  Sazed plunked to the ground beside the tree, then reached for his pack.

  "No," the koloss snapped, grabbing the pack with an inhumanly quick swipe of the arm. It tossed the pack to another koloss.

  "I need that," Sazed said. "I will be much more cooperative if—"

  "Quiet!" the koloss yelled with a rage so sudden that Sazed took a step backward. Terrismen were tall—especially Terrismen eunuchs—and it was very disconcerting to be dwarfed by this beastly creature, well over nine feet in height, its skin a blackish blue, its eyes the color of the sun at dusk. It loomed over Sazed, and he cringed in spite of himself.

  Apparently, that was the proper reaction, for the lead koloss nodded and turned away. "Come," it slurred, lumbering through the small aspen forest. The other koloss—about seven of them—followed.

  Sazed didnt want to find out what would happen if he disobeyed. He chose a god—Duis, a god once said to watch over wearied travelers—and said a quick, silent prayer. Then he hurried forward, staying with the pack of koloss as they walked toward the camp.

  At least they didnt kill me out of hand, Sazed thought. Hed half expected that, considering what hed read. Of course, even the books didnt know much. The koloss had been kept separate from mankind for centuries; the Lord Ruler only called upon them in times of great martial need, to quell revolts, or to conquer new societies discovered on the inner islands. At those times, the koloss had caused absolute destruction and slaughter—or so the histories claimed.

  Could all that have been propaganda? Sazed wondered. Maybe the koloss arent as violent as we assumed.

  One of the koloss beside Sazed howled in sudden anger. Sazed spun as the koloss jumped at one of its companions. The creature ignored the sword on its back, instead punching his enemys head with a blocky fist. The others paused, turning to watch the fight, but none of them seemed alarmed.

  Sazed watched with growing horror as the aggressor proceeded to repeatedly pummel his enemy. The defender tried to protect himself, getting out a dagger and managing to score a cut on the aggressors arm. The blue skin tore, seeping bright red blood, as the aggressor got his hands around his opponents thick head and twisted.

  There was a snap. The defender stopped moving. The aggressor removed the sword from his victims back and strapped it on beside his own weapon, then removed a small pouch that was tied beside the sword. After that, he stood, ignoring the wound on his arm, and the group began to walk again.

  "Why?" Sazed asked, shocked. "What was that for?"

  The wounded koloss turned around. "I hated him," he said.

  "Move!" the lead koloss snapped at Sazed.

  Sazed forced himself to start walking. They left the corpse lying in the road. The pouches, he thought, trying to find something to focus on besides the brutality. They all carry those pouches. The koloss kept them tied to their swords. They didnt carry the weapons in sheaths; they were simply bound on their backs with leather straps. And tied to those straps were pouches. Sometimes there was just one, though the two largest creatures in the group each had several.

  They look like coin pouches, Sazed thought. But, the koloss dont have an economy. Perhaps they keep personal possessions in them? But what would beasts like these value?

  They entered the camp. There didnt appear to be sentries at the borders—but, then, why would guards be necessary? It would be very difficult for a human to sneak into this camp.

  A group of smaller koloss—the five-foot-tall ones—rushed forward as soon as the group arrived. The murderer threw his extra sword to one of them, then pointed into the distance. He kept the pouch for himself, and the small ones rushed off, following the road in the direction of the body.

  Burial detail? Sazed wondered.

  He walked uncomfortably behind his captors as they penetrated into the camp. Beasts of all sorts were being roasted over the firepits, though Sazed didnt think any of them had once been human. In addition, the ground around the camp had been completely stripped of plant life, as if it had been grazed by a group of particularly aggressive goats.

  And, according to his coppermind, that wasnt far off the truth. Koloss could, apparently, subsist on practically anything. They preferred meat, but would eat any kind of plant—even grass, going so far as to pull it up by the roots to eat. Some reports even spoke of them eating dirt and ash, though Sazed found that a little difficult to believe.

  He continued to walk. The camp smelled of smoke, grime, and a strange musk that he assumed was koloss body odor. Some of the creatures turned as he passed, watching him with steady red eyes.

  Its like they only have two emotions, he thought, jumping as a fireside koloss suddenly screamed and attacked a companion. Theyre either indifferent or theyre enraged.

  What would it take to set them all off at once? And. . . what kind of a disaster would they cause if that happened? He nervously revised his earlier thoughts. No, the koloss had not been maligned. The stories he had heard—stories of koloss running wild in the Farmost Dominance, causing widespread destruction and death—were obviously true.

  But something kept this group marginally reined in. The Lord Ruler had been able to control the koloss, though no book explained how. Most writers simply accepted this ability as part of what had made the Lord Ruler God. The man had been immortal—compared with that, other powers seemed mundane.

  His immortality, however, was a trick, Sazed thought. Simply a clever combination of Feruchemical and Allomantic powers. The Lord Ruler had been just a normal man—albeit one with an unusual combination of abilities and opportunities.

  That being the case, how had he controlled the koloss? There was something different about the Lord Ruler. Something more than his powers. He did something at the Well of Ascension, something that forever changed the world. Perhaps his ability to control the koloss came from that.

  Sazeds captors ignored the occasional fights around firepits. There didnt appear to be any female koloss in the camp—or, if there were, they were indistinguishable from the males. Sazed did, however, notice a koloss corpse lying forgotten near one of the fires. It had been flayed, the blue skin ripped free.

  How could any society exist like this? he thought with horror. His books said the koloss bred and aged quickly—a fortunate situation for them, considering the number of deaths he had already seen. Even so, it seemed to him that this species killed too many of its members to continue.

  Yet they did continue. Unfortunately. The Keeper in him believed strongly that nothing should be lost, that every society was worth remembering. However, the brutality of the koloss camp—the wounded creatures who sat, ignoring the gashes in their skin, the flayed corpses along the path, the sudden bellows of anger and subsequent murders—tested this belief.

  His captors led him around a small hillock in the land, and Sazed paused as he saw something very unexpected.

  A tent.

  "Go," the lead koloss said, pointing.

  Sazed frowned. There were several dozen humans outside the tent, carrying spears and dressed like imperial guards. The tent was large, and behind it stood a line of boxy carts.

  "Go!" the koloss yelled.

  Sazed did as he was told. Behind him, one of the koloss indifferently tossed Sazeds pack toward the human guards. The metalminds inside clinked together as they hit the ashy ground, causing Sazed to cringe. The soldiers watched the koloss retreat with a wary eye; then one picked up the pack. Another leveled his spear at Sazed.

  Sazed held up his hands. "I am Sazed, a Keeper of Terris, once steward, now teacher. I am not your enemy. "

  "Yes, well," the guard said, still watching the retreating koloss. "Youre sti
ll going to have to come with me. "

  "May I have my possessions back?" Sazed asked. This hollow appeared free of koloss; apparently, the human soldiers wanted to keep their distance.

  The first guard turned to his companion, who was perusing Sazeds pack. The second guard looked up and shrugged. "No weapons. Some bracelets and rings, maybe worth something. "

  "None of them are of precious metals," Sazed said. "They are the tools of a Keeper, and are of little value to anyone but myself. "

  The second guard shrugged, handing the bag to the first man. Both were of standard Central Dominance coloring—dark hair, light skin, the build and height of those whod had proper nutrition as children. The first guard was the older of the two, and was obviously in charge. He took the bag from his companion. "Well see what His Majesty says. "

  Ah, Sazed thought. "Let us speak with him then. "

  The guard turned, pushing aside the tent door and motioning for Sazed to enter. Sazed stepped from red sunlight into a functional—if sparsely furnished—tent room. This main chamber was large, and contained several more guards. Sazed had seen perhaps two dozen so far.

  The lead guard walked forward and poked his head into a room at the back. A few moments later, he waved Sazed forward and pulled back the tent door.

  Sazed entered the second chamber. The man inside wore the pants and suit jacket of a Luthadel nobleman. He was balding—his hair reduced to a few struggling wisps—despite his youth. He stood, tapping the side of his leg with a nervous hand, and jumped slightly when Sazed entered.

  Sazed recognized the man. "Jastes Lekal. "

  "King Lekal," Jastes snapped. "Do I know you, Terrisman?"

  "We have not met, Your Majesty," Sazed said, "but I have had some dealings with a friend of yours, I think. King Elend Venture of Luthadel?"

  Jastes nodded absently. "My men say the koloss brought you. They found you poking around the camp?"

  "Yes, Your Majesty," Sazed said carefully, watching as Jastes began to pace. This man isnt much more stable than the army he apparently leads, he thought with dissatisfaction. "How is it that you have persuaded the creatures to serve you?"

  "You are a prisoner, Terrisman," Jastes snapped. "No questions. Did Elend send you to spy on me?"

  "I was sent by no man," Sazed said. "You happened to be in my path, Your Majesty. I meant no harm by my observations. "

  Jastes paused, eyeing Sazed, before beginning to pace again. "Well, never mind. Ive been without a proper steward for some time now. You will serve me now. "

  "I apologize, Your Majesty," Sazed said, bowing slightly. "But that will not be possible. "

  Jastes frowned. "Youre a steward—I can tell that from the robes. Is Elend so great a master that you would deny me?"

  "Elend Venture is not my master, Your Majesty," Sazed said, meeting the young kings eyes. "Now that we are free, the Terrismen no longer call any man master. I cannot be your servant, for I can be no mans servant. Keep me as prisoner, if you must. But I will not serve you. I apologize. "

  Jastes paused again. Instead of being angry, however, he simply seemed. . . embarrassed. "I see. "