The Well of Ascension, Page 65

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  "Its not him," Vin said, walking down an empty palace hallway, trying to shake the haunting sound of Docksons voice from her mind.

  "You are certain, Mistress?" OreSeur asked.

  Vin nodded. "He knew about a private conversation that Dockson and I had before the Collapse. "

  OreSeur was silent for a moment. "Mistress," he finally said, "my brethren can be very thorough. "

  "Yes, but how could he have known about such an event?"

  "We often interview people before we take their bones, Mistress," OreSeur explained. "Well meet them several times, in different settings, and find ways to talk about their lives. Well also talk to their friends and acquaintances. Did you ever tell anyone about this conversation you had with Dockson?"

  Vin stopped to lean against the side of the stone hallway. "Maybe Elend," she admitted. "I think I mentioned it to Sazed too, just after it happened. That was almost two years ago. "

  "That could have been enough, Mistress," OreSeur said. "We cannot learn everything about a person, but we try our best to discover items like this—private conversations, secrets, confidential information—so that we can mention them at appropriate times and reinforce our illusion. "

  Vin frowned.

  "There are. . . other things as well, Mistress," OreSeur said. "I hesitate because I do not wish you to imagine your friends in pain. However, it is common for our master—the one who actually does the killing—to torture their victim for information. "

  Vin closed her eyes. Dockson felt so real. . . his guilt, his reactions. . . that couldnt be faked, could it?

  "Damn," she whispered quietly, opening her eyes. She turned, sighing as she pushed open the shutters of a hallway window. It was dark out, and the mists curled before her as she leaned against the stone windowsill and looked out at the courtyard two stories below.

  "Dox isnt an Allomancer," she said. "How can I find out for certain if hes the impostor or not?"

  "I do not know, Mistress," OreSeur said. "This is never an easy task. "

  Vin stood quietly. Absently, she pulled out her bronze earring—her mothers earring—and worked it between her fingers, watching it reflect light. It had once been gilded with silver, but that had worn off in most places.

  "I hate this," she finally whispered.

  "What, Mistress?"

  "This. . . distrust," she said. "I hate being suspicious of my friends. I thought I was through mistrusting those around me. I feel like a knife is twisting inside of me, and it cuts deeper every time I confront one of the crew. "

  OreSeur sat on his haunches beside her, and he cocked his head. "But, Mistress. Youve managed to eliminate several of them as impostors. "

  "Yes," Vin said. "But that only narrows the field—brings me one step closer to knowing which one of them is dead. "

  "And that knowledge isnt a good thing?"

  Vin shook her head. "I dont want it to be any of them, OreSeur. I dont want to distrust them, dont want to find out that were right. . . . "

  OreSeur didnt respond at first, leaving her to stare out the window, mists slowly streaming to the floor around her.

  "You are sincere," OreSeur finally said.

  She turned. "Of course I am. "

  "Im sorry, Mistress," OreSeur said. "I did not wish to be insulting. I just. . . Well, I have been kandra to many masters. So many of them are suspicious and hateful of everyone around them, I had begun to think that your kind lacked the capacity for trust. "

  "Thats silly," Vin said, turning back to the window.

  "I know it is," OreSeur said. "But people often believe silly things, if given enough proof. Either way, I apologize. I do not know which of your friends is dead, but I am sorry that one of my kind brought you this pain. "

  "Whoever he is, hes just following his Contract. "

  "Yes, Mistress," OreSeur said. "The Contract. "

  Vin frowned. "Is there a way that you could find out which kandra has a Contract in Luthadel?"

  "Im sorry, Mistress," OreSeur said. "That is not possible. "

  "I figured as much," she said. "Are you likely to know him, whoever he is?"

  "The kandra are a close-knit group, Mistress," OreSeur said. "And our numbers are small. There is a good chance that I know him quite well. "

  Vin tapped her finger against the windowsill, frowning as she tried to decide if the information was useful.

  "I still dont think its Dockson," she finally said, replacing the earring. "Well ignore him for now. If I cant get any other leads, well come back. . . " She trailed off as something caught her attention. A figure walking in the courtyard, bearing no light.

  Ham, she thought. But the walk wasnt right.

  She Pushed on the shield of the lamp hanging on the wall a short distance away. It snapped closed, the lamp shaking as the hallway fell into darkness.

  "Mistress?" OreSeur asked as Vin climbed up into the window, flaring her tin as she squinted into the night.

  Definitely not Ham, she thought.

  Her first thought was of Elend—a sudden terror that assassins had come while she was talking to Dockson. But, it was early in the night, and Elend would still be speaking with his counselors. It was an unlikely time for an assassination.

  And only one man? Not Zane, not judging from the height.

  Probably just a guard, Vin thought. Why do I have to be so paranoid all the time?

  And yet. . . she watched the figure walking into the courtyard, and her instincts kicked in. He seemed to be moving suspiciously, as if he were uncomfortable—as if he didnt want to be seen.

  "In my arms," she said to OreSeur, tossing a padded coin out the window.

  He hopped up obligingly, and she leaped out the window, fell twenty-five feet, and landed with the coin. She released OreSeur and nodded into the mists. He followed closely as she moved into the darkness, stooping and hiding, trying to get a good look at the lone figure. The man walked briskly, moving toward the side of the palace, where the servants entrances were. As he passed, she finally saw his face.

  Captain Demoux? she thought.

  She sat back, crouching with OreSeur beside a small stack of wooden supply boxes. What did she really know of Demoux? He was one of the skaa rebels recruited by Kelsier almost two years before. Hed taken to command, and had been promoted quickly. He was one of the loyal men who had stayed behind when the rest of the army had followed Yeden to their doom.

  After the Collapse, hed stayed in with the crew, eventually becoming Hams second. He had received no small amount of training from Ham—which might explain why hed go out at night without a torch or lantern. But, even so. . . .

  If I were going to replace someone on the crew, Vin thought, I wouldnt pick an Allomancer—that would make the impostor too easy to spot. Id pick someone ordinary, someone who wouldnt have to make decisions or attract notice.

  Someone close to the crew, but not necessarily on it. Someone who is always near important meetings, but someone that others dont really know that well. . . .

  She felt a small thrill. If the impostor were Demoux, it would mean that one of her good friends hadnt been killed. And it would mean that the kandras master was even smarter than shed given him credit for being.

  He rounded the keep, and she followed quietly. However, whatever hed been doing this night, it was already completed—for he moved in through one of the entrances on the side of the building, greeting the guards posted there to watch.

  Vin sat back in the shadows. Hed spoken to the guards, so he hadnt snuck out of the palace. And yet. . . she recognized the stooped posture, the nervous movements. Hed been nervous about something.

  Thats him, she thought. The spy.

  But now, what should she do about it?

  There was a place for me, in the lore of the Anticipation—I thought myself the Announcer, the prophet foretold to discover the Hero of Ages. Reno
uncing Alendi then would have been to renounce my new position, my acceptance, by the others.

  And so I did not.

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  "THAT WONT WORK," ELEND SAID, shaking his head. "We need a unanimous decision—minus the person being ousted, of course—in order to depose a member of the Assembly. Wed never manage to vote out all eight merchants. "

  Ham looked a bit deflated. Elend knew that Ham liked to consider himself a philosopher; indeed, Ham had a good mind for abstract thinking. However, he wasnt a scholar. He liked to think up questions and answers, but he didnt have experience studying a text in detail, searching out its meaning and implications.

  Elend glanced at Sazed, who sat with a book open on the table before him. The Keeper had at least a dozen volumes stacked around him—though, amusingly, his stacks were neatly arranged, spines pointing the same direction, covers flush. Elends own stacks were characteristically haphazard, pages of notes sticking out at odd angles.

  It was amazing how many books one could fit into a room, assuming one didnt want to move around very much. Ham sat on the floor, a small pile of books beside him, though he spent most of his time voicing one random idea or another. Tindwyl had a chair, and did not study. The Terriswoman found it perfectly acceptable to train Elend as a king; however, she refused to research and give suggestions about keeping his throne. This seemed, in her eyes, to cross some unseen line between being an educator and a political force.

  Good thing Sazed isnt like that, Elend thought. If he were, the Lord Ruler might still be in charge. In fact, Vin and I would probably both be dead—Sazed was the one who actually rescued her when she was imprisoned by the Inquisitors. It wasnt me.

  He didnt like to think about that event. His bungled attempt at rescuing Vin now seemed a metaphor for all he had done wrong in his life. Hed always been well-intentioned, but hed rarely been able to deliver. That was going to change.

  "What about this, Your Majesty?" The one who spoke was the only other person in the room, a scholar named Noorden. Elend tried to ignore the intricate tattoos around the mans eyes, indications of Noordens former life as an obligator. He wore large spectacles to try to hide the tattoos, but he had once been relatively well placed in the Steel Ministry. He could renounce his beliefs, but the tattoos would always remain.

  "What have you found?" Elend asked.

  "Some information on Lord Cett, Your Majesty," Noorden said. "I found it in one of the ledgers you took from the Lord Rulers palace. It seems Cett isnt as indifferent to Luthadel politics as hed like us to think. " Noorden chuckled to himself at the thought.

  Elend had never met a cheerful obligator before. Perhaps that was why Noorden hadnt left the city like most of his kind; he certainly didnt seem to fit into their ranks. He was only one of several men that Elend had been able to find to act as scribes and bureaucrats in his new kingdom.

  Elend scanned Noordens page. Though the page was filled with numbers rather than words, his scholars mind easily parsed the information. Cett had done a lot of trading with Luthadel. Most of his work had been done using lesser houses as fronts. That might have fooled noblemen, but not the obligators, who had to be informed of the terms of any deal.