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The Well of Ascension, Page 44

Brandon Sanderson

Page 44

  Vin perked up slightly beside Elend. "What do you mean?"

  "I have been following a trail of events," Sazed explained. He looked down as he spoke, as if embarrassed. "I have been performing an investigation, you might say. You see, I have heard numerous reports of the mists coming during the daytime. "

  Ham shrugged. "That happens sometimes. There are foggy days, especially in the fall. "

  "That is not what I mean, Lord Hammond," Sazed said. "There is a difference between the mist and ordinary fog. It is difficult to spot, perhaps, but it is noticeable to a careful eye. The mist is thicker, and. . . well. . . "

  "It moves in larger patterns," Vin said quietly. "Like rivers in the sky. It never just hangs in one place; it floats in the breeze, almost like it makes the breeze. "

  "And it cant enter buildings," Clubs said. "Or tents. It evaporates soon after it does. "

  "Yes," Sazed said. "When I first heard these reports of day mist, I assumed that the people were just letting their superstitions get out of control. I have known many skaa who refused to go out on a foggy morning. However, I was curious about the reports, so I traced them to a village in the South. I taught there for some time, and never received confirmation of the stories. So, I made my way from that place. "

  He paused, frowning slightly. "Your Majesty, please do not think me mad. During those travels I passed a secluded valley, and saw what I swear was mist, not fog. It was moving across the landscape, creeping toward me. During the full light of day. "

  Elend glanced at Ham. He shrugged. "Dont look at me. "

  Breeze snorted. "He was asking your opinion, my dear man. "

  "Well, I dont have one. "

  "Some philosopher you are. "

  "Im not a philosopher," Ham said. "I just like to think about things. "

  "Well, think about this, then," Breeze said.

  Elend glanced at Sazed. "Have those two always been this way?"

  "Honestly, I am not certain, Your Majesty," Sazed said, smiling slightly. "I have known them for only slightly longer than yourself. "

  "Yes, theyve always been like this," Dockson said, sighing quietly. "If anything, theyve gotten worse over the years. "

  "Arent you hungry?" Elend asked, nodding to Sazeds plate.

  "I can eat once our discussion is finished," Sazed said.

  "Sazed, youre not a servant anymore," Vin said. "You dont have to worry about things like that. "

  "It is not a matter of serving or not, Lady Vin," Sazed said. "It is a matter of being polite. "

  "Sazed," Elend said.

  "Yes, Your Majesty?"

  He pointed at the plate. "Eat. You can be polite another time. Right now, you look famished—and youre among friends. "

  Sazed paused, giving Elend an odd look. "Yes, Your Majesty," he said, picking up a knife and spoon.

  "Now," Elend began, "why does it matter if you saw mist during the day? We know that the things the skaa say arent true—theres no reason to fear the mist. "

  "The skaa may be more wise than we credit them, Your Majesty," Sazed said, taking small, careful bites of food. "It appears that the mist has been killing people. "

  "What?" Vin asked, leaning forward.

  "I have never seen it myself, Lady Vin," Sazed said. "But I have seen its effects, and have collected several separate reports. They all agree that the mist has been killing people. "

  "Thats preposterous," Breeze said. "Mist is harmless. "

  "That is what I thought, Lord Ladrian," Sazed said. "However, several of the reports are quite detailed. The incidents always occurred during the day, and each one tells of the mist curling around some unfortunate individual, who then died—usually in a seizure. I gathered interviews with witnesses myself. "

  Elend frowned. From another man, hed dismiss the news. But Sazed. . . he was not a man that one dismissed. Vin, sitting beside Elend, watched the conversation with interest, chewing slightly on her bottom lip. Oddly, she didnt object to Sazeds words—though the others seemed to be reacting as Breeze had.

  "It doesnt make sense, Saze," Ham said. "Thieves, nobles, and Allomancers have gone out in the mists for centuries. "

  "Indeed they have, Lord Hammond," Sazed said with a nod. "The only explanation I can think of involves the Lord Ruler. I heard no substantive reports of mist deaths before the Collapse, but I have had little trouble finding them since. The reports are concentrated in the Outer Dominances, but the incidents appear to be moving inward. I found one. . . very disturbing incident several weeks to the south, where an entire village seems to have been trapped in their hovels by the mists. "

  "But, why would the Lord Rulers death have anything to do with the mists?" Breeze asked.

  "I am not certain, Lord Ladrian," Sazed said. "But it is the only connection I have been able to hypothesize. "

  Breeze frowned. "I wish you wouldnt call me that. "

  "I apologize, Lord Breeze," Sazed said. "I am still accustomed to calling people by their full names. "

  "Your name is Ladrian?" Vin asked.

  "Unfortunately," Breeze said. "Ive never been fond of it, and with dear Sazed putting Lord before it. . . well, the alliteration makes it even more atrocious. "

  "Is it me," Elend said, "or are we going off on even more tangents than usual tonight?"

  "We get that way when were tired," Breeze said with a yawn. "Either way, our good Terrisman must have his facts wrong. Mist doesnt kill. "

  "I can only report what I have discovered," Sazed said. "I will need to do some more research. "

  "So, youll be staying?" Vin asked, obviously hopeful.

  Sazed nodded.

  "What about teaching?" Breeze asked, waving his hand. "When you left, I recall that you said something about spending the rest of your life traveling, or some nonsense like that. "

  Sazed blushed slightly, glancing down again. "That duty will have to wait, I fear. "

  "Youre welcome to stay as long as you want, Sazed," Elend said, shooting a glare at Breeze. "If what you say is true, then youll be doing a greater service through your studies than you would by traveling. "

  "Perhaps," Sazed said.

  "Though," Ham noted with a chuckle, "you probably could have picked a safer place to set up shop—one that isnt being pushed around by two armies and twenty thousand koloss. "

  Sazed smiled, and Elend gave an obligatory chuckle. He said that the incidents involving the mist were moving inward, toward the center of the empire. Toward us.

  Something else to worry about.

  "Whats going on?" a voice suddenly asked. Elend turned toward the kitchen doorway, where a disheveled-looking Allrianne stood. "I heard voices. Is there a party?"

  "We were just discussing matters of state interest, my dear," Breeze said quickly.

  "The other girl is here," Allrianne said, pointing at Vin. "Why didnt you invite me?"

  Elend frowned. She heard voices? The guest quarters arent anywhere near the kitchens. And Allrianne was dressed, wearing a simple noblewomans gown. Shed taken the time to get out of her sleeping clothing, but shed left her hair disheveled. Perhaps to make herself look more innocent?

  Im starting to think like Vin, Elend told himself with a sigh. As if to corroborate his thoughts, he noticed Vin narrowing her eyes at the new girl.

  "Go back to your rooms, dear," Breeze said soothingly. "Dont trouble His Majesty. "

  Allrianne sighed dramatically, but turned and did as he asked, trailing off into the hallway. Elend turned back to Sazed, who was watching the girl with a curious expression. Elend gave him an "ask later" look, and the Terrisman turned back to his meal. A few moments later, the group began to break up. Vin hung back with Elend as the others left.

  "I dont trust that girl," Vin said as a couple of servants took Sazeds pack and guided him away.

 
Elend smiled, turning to look down at Vin. "Do I have to say it?"

  She rolled her eyes. "I know. You dont trust anyone, Vin. This time Im right. She was dressed, but her hair was disheveled. She must have done that intentionally. "

  "I noticed. "

  "You did?" She sounded impressed.

  Elend nodded. "She must have heard the servants waking up Breeze and Clubs, so she got up. That means she spent a good half an hour eavesdropping. She kept her hair mussed so that wed assume that shed just come down. "

  Vin opened her mouth slightly, then frowned, studying him. "Youre getting better," she eventually said.

  "Either that, or Miss Allrianne just isnt very good. "

  Vin smiled.

  "Im still trying to figure out why you didnt hear her," Elend noted.

  "The cooks," Vin said. "Too much noise. Besides, I was a little distracted by what Sazed was saying. "

  "And what do you think of it?"

  Vin paused. "Ill tell you later. "

  "All right," Elend said. To Vins side, the kandra rose and stretched its wolfhound body. Why did she insist on bringing OreSeur to the meeting? he wondered. Wasnt it just a few weeks ago that she couldnt stand the thing?

  The wolfhound turned, glancing at the kitchen windows. Vin followed its gaze.

  "Going back out?" Elend asked.

  Vin nodded. "I dont trust this night. Ill stay near your balcony, in case theres trouble. "

  She kissed him; then she moved away. He watched her go, wondering why she had been so interested in Sazeds stories, wondering what it was she wasnt telling him.

  Stop it, he told himself. Perhaps he was learning her lessons a little too well—of all the people in the palace, Vin was the last one he needed to be paranoid about. However, every time he felt like he was beginning to figure Vin out, he realized just how little he understood her.

  And that made everything else seem a little more depressing. With a sigh, he turned to seek out his rooms, where his half-finished letter to the Assembly waited to be completed.

  Perhaps I should not have spoken of the mists, Sazed thought, following a servant up the stairs. Now Ive troubled the king about something that might just be my delusion.

  They reached the top of the stairs, and the servant asked if he wished a bath drawn. Sazed shook his head. In most other circumstances he would have welcomed the opportunity to get clean. However, running all the way to the Central Dominance, being captured by the koloss, then marching the rest of the way up to Luthadel had left him wearied to the farthest fringe of exhaustion. Hed barely had the strength to eat. Now he just wanted to sleep.

  The servant nodded and led Sazed down a side corridor.

  What if he was imagining connections that didnt exist? Every scholar knew that one of the greatest dangers in research was the desire to find a specific answer. He had not imagined the testimonies he had taken, but had he exaggerated their importance? What did he really have? The words of a frightened man who had seen his friend die of a seizure? The testimony of a lunatic, crazed to the point of cannibalism? The fact remained that Sazed himself had never seen the mists kill.