The Well of Ascension, Page 60

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  Oh, but Philen had plans. Hed always had those. He had to keep himself from glancing at the audience again.

  Philen turned, instead, to study the Assembly. They had all arrived except Venture. Seven noblemen, eight merchants, and eight skaa workers: twenty-four men, with Venture. The three-way division was supposed to give the commoners the most power, since they ostensibly outnumbered the noblemen. Even Venture hadnt understood that merchants werent skaa.

  Philen wrinkled his nose. Even though the skaa Assemblymen usually cleaned up before coming to the meetings, he could smell the stink of forges, mills, and shops on them. Men who made things. Philen would have to be certain they were put back in their place, once this was over. An Assembly was an interesting idea, but it should be filled only with those who deserved the station. Men like Philen.

  Lord Philen, he thought. Not long now.

  Hopefully, Elend would be late. Then, maybe they could avoid his speech. Philen could imagine how it would go anyway.

  Um. . . now, see, this wasnt fair. I should be king. Here, let me read you a book about why. Now, um, can you all please give some more money to the skaa?

  Philen smiled.

  The man next to him, Getrue, nudged him. "You think hes going to show up?" he whispered.

  "Probably not. He must know that we dont want him. We kicked him out, didnt we?"

  Getrue shrugged. Hed gained weight since the Collapse—a lot of it. "I dont know, Lin. I mean. . . we didnt mean. He was just. . . the armies. . . We have to have a strong king, right? Someone who will keep the city from falling?"

  "Of course," Philen said. "And my name isnt Lin. "

  Getrue flushed. "Sorry. "

  "We did the right thing," Philen continued. "Venture is a weak man. A fool. "

  "I wouldnt say that," Getrue said. "He has good ideas. . . . " Getrue glanced downward uncomfortably.

  Philen snorted, glancing at the clock. It was time, though he couldnt hear the chimes over the crowd. The Assembly meetings had become busy since Ventures fall. Benches fanned out before the stage, benches crowded with people, mostly skaa. Philen wasnt sure why they were allowed to attend. They couldnt vote or anything.

  More Venture foolishness, he thought, shaking his head. At the very back of the room—behind the crowd, opposite the stage—sat two large, broad doors letting in the red sunlight. Philen nodded toward some men, and they pushed the doors shut. The crowds hushed.

  Philen stood to address the Assembly. "Well, since—"

  The Assembly hall doors burst back open. A man in white stood with a small crowd of people, backlit by red sunlight. Elend Venture. Philen cocked his head, frowning.

  The former king strode forward, white cape fluttering behind him. His Mistborn was at his side, as usual, but she was wearing a dress. From the few times Philen had spoken with her, he would have expected her to look awkward in a noblewomans gown. And yet, she seemed to wear it well, walking gracefully. She actually looked rather fetching.

  At least, until Philen met her eyes. She did not have a warm look for the Assembly members, and Philen glanced away. Venture had brought all of his Allomancers with him—the former thugs of the Survivors crew. Elend apparently wanted to remind everyone who his friends were. Powerful men. Frightening men.

  Men who killed gods.

  And Elend had not one, but two Terrismen with him. One was only a woman—Philen had never seen a Terriswoman before—but still, it was impressive. Everyone had heard how the stewards had left their masters after the Collapse; they refused to work as servants anymore. Where had Venture found not one, but two of the colorful-robed stewards to serve him?

  The crowd sat quietly, watching Venture. Some seemed uncomfortable. How were they to treat this man? Others seemed. . . awed? Was that right? Who would be awed by Elend Venture—even if the Elend Venture in question was clean-shaven, had styled hair, wore new clothing and. . . ? Philen frowned. Was that a dueling cane the king was wearing? And a wolfhound at his side?

  Hes not king anymore! Philen reminded himself again.

  Venture strode up onto the Assembly stage. He turned, waving for his people—all eight of them—to sit with the guards. Venture then turned and glanced at Philen. "Philen, did you want to say something?"

  Philen realized he was still standing. "I. . . was just—"

  "Are you Assembly chancellor?" Elend asked.

  Philen paused. "Chancellor?"

  "The king presides at Assembly meetings," Elend said. "We now have no king—and so, by law, the Assembly should have elected a chancellor to call speakers, adjudicate time allotments, and break tie votes. " He paused, eyeing Philen. "Someone needs to lead. Otherwise there is chaos. "

  Despite himself, Philen grew nervous. Did Venture know that Philen had organized the vote against him? No, no he didnt, he couldnt. He was looking at each of the Assembly members in turn, meeting their eyes. There was none of the jovial, dismissible boy that had attended these meetings before. Standing in the militaristic suit, firm instead of hesitant. . . he almost seemed like a different person.

  You found a coach, it appears, Philen thought. A little too late. Just wait. . . .

  Philen sat down. "Actually, we didnt get a chance to choose a chancellor," he said. "We were just getting to that. "

  Elend nodded, a dozen different instructions rattling in his head. Keep eye contact. Use subtle, but firm, expressions. Never appear hurried, but dont seem hesitant. Sit down without wiggling, dont shuffle, use a straight posture, dont form your hands into fists when youre nervous. . . .

  He shot a quick glance at Tindwyl. She gave him a nod.

  Get back to it, El, he told himself. Let them sense the differences in you.

  He walked over to take his seat, nodding to the other seven noblemen on the Assembly. "Very well," he said, taking the lead. "Then, might I nominate a chancellor?"

  "Yourself?" asked Dridel, one of the noblemen; his sneer seemed permanent, as far as Elend could tell. It was a passably appropriate expression for one with such a sharp face and dark hair.

  "No," Elend said. "Im hardly an unbiased party in todays proceedings. Therefore, I nominate Lord Penrod. Hes as honorable a man as were likely to find, and I believe he can be trusted to mediate our discussions. "

  The group was quiet for a moment.

  "That seems logical," Hettel, a forge worker, finally said.

  "All in favor?" Elend said, raising his hand. He got a good eighteen hands—all of the skaa, most of the nobility, only one of the merchants. It was a majority, however.

  Elend turned to Lord Penrod. "I believe that means that you are in charge, Ferson. "

  The stately man nodded appreciatively, then rose to formally open the meeting, something Elend had once done. Penrods mannerisms were polished, his posture strong as he stood in his well-cut suit. Elend couldnt help but feel a little jealous, watching Penrod act so naturally in the things that Elend was struggling to learn.

  Maybe he would make a better king than I, Elend thought. Perhaps. . .

  No, he thought firmly. I have to be confident. Penrod is a decent man and an impeccable noble, but those things do not make a leader. He hasnt read what Ive read, and doesnt understand legislative theory as I do. Hes a good man, but hes still a product of his society—he doesnt consider skaa animals, but hell never be able to think of them as equals.

  Penrod finished the introductions, then turned to Elend. "Lord Venture, you called this meeting. I believe that the law grants you first opportunity to address the Assembly. "

  Elend nodded thankfully, rising.

  "Will twenty minutes be enough time?" Penrod asked.

  "It should be," Elend said, passing Penrod as they traded places. Elend stood up at the lectern. To his right, the floor of the hall was packed with shuffling, coughing, whispering people. There was a tension to the room—this was the first time Elend had confronted the group that had bet
rayed him.

  "As many of you know," Elend said to the twenty-three Assembly members, "I recently returned from a meeting with Straff Venture—the warlord who is, unfortunately, my father. I would like to give a report of this encounter. Realize that because this is an open meeting, I will adjust my report to avoid mentioning sensitive matters of national security. "

  He paused just slightly, and saw the looks of confusion he had expected. Finally, Philen the merchant cleared his throat.

  "Yes, Philen?" Elend asked.

  "This is all well and good, Elend," Philen said. "But arent you going to address the matter that brought us here?"

  "The reason we meet together, Philen," Elend said, "is so that we can discuss how to keep Luthadel safe and prosperous. I think the people are most worried about the armies—and we should, primarily, seek to address their concerns. Matters of leadership in the Assembly can wait. "

  "I. . . see," Philen said, obviously confused.

  "The time is yours, Lord Venture," Penrod said. "Proceed as you wish. "

  "Thank you, Chancellor," Elend said. "I wish to make it very clear that my father is not going to attack this city. I can understand why people would be concerned, particularly because of last weeks preliminary assault on our walls. That, however, was simply a test—Straff fears attacking too much to commit all of his resources.

  "During our meeting, Straff told me that he had made an alliance with Cett. However, I believe this to have been a bluff—if, unfortunately, a bluff with teeth. I suspect that he was, indeed, planning to risk attacking us, despite Cetts presence. That attack has been halted. "

  "Why?" asked one of the worker representatives. "Because youre his son?"

  "No, actually," Elend said. "Straff is not one to let familial relationships hamper his determination. " Elend paused, glancing at Vin. He was beginning to realize that she didnt like being the one who held the knife at Straffs throat, but she had given him permission to speak of her in his speech.

  Still. . .

  She said it was all right, he told himself. Im not choosing duty over her!

  "Come now, Elend," Philen said. "Stop with the theatrics. What did you promise Straff to keep his armies out of the city?"

  "I threatened him," Elend said. "My fellow Assemblymen, when facing down my father in parlay, I realized that we—as a group—have generally ignored one of our greatest resources. We think of ourselves as an honorable body, created by the mandate of the people. However, we are not here because of anything we ourselves did. There is only one reason we have the positions we do—and that reason is the Survivor of Hathsin. "

  Elend looked the members of the Assembly in the eyes as he continued. "I have, at times, felt as I suspect that many of you do. The Survivor is a legend already, one we cannot hope to emulate. He has power over this people—a power stronger than our own, even though he is dead. Were jealous. Insecure, even. These are natural, human feelings. Leaders feel them just as acutely as other people—perhaps even more so.

  "Gentlemen, we cannot afford to continue thinking like this. The Survivors legacy doesnt belong to one group, or even to this city alone. He is our progenitor—the father of everyone who is free in this land. Whether or not you accept his religious authority, you must admit that without his bravery and sacrifice, we would not now enjoy our current freedom. "