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The Well of Ascension, Page 72

Brandon Sanderson

Page 72

  Which is probably exactly how she wants me to think, Vin thought. I have to remember Kliss and Shan—neither one of them turned out to be the person I thought they were.

  "Breeze probably just doesnt think his emotions are unnatural," Vin said. "He must be attracted to her already. "

  OreSeur closed his mouth and cocked his head—his dogs version of a frown.

  "I know," Vin agreed. "But, at least we know he isnt the one using Allomancy to seduce her. Either way, thats irrelevant. Clubs isnt the kandra. "

  "How could you possibly know that, Mistress?"

  Vin paused. Clubs always turned his copper on around Breeze; it was one of the few times he used it. However, it was difficult to tell if someone was burning copper. After all, if they turned on their metal, they hid themselves by default.

  But Vin could pierce copperclouds. She could sense Allriannes Rioting; she could even sense a faint thumping coming from Clubs himself, coppers own Allomantic pulse, something that Vin suspected few people beyond herself and the Lord Ruler had ever heard.

  "I just know," Vin said.

  "If you say so, Mistress," OreSeur said. "But. . . didnt you already decide the spy was Demoux?"

  "I wanted to check Clubs anyway," she said. "Before I did anything drastic. "

  "Drastic?"

  Vin sat quietly for a moment. She didnt have much proof, but she did have her instincts—and those instincts told her Demoux was the spy. That sneaking way hed gone out the other night. . . the obvious logic of choosing him. . . it all fit.

  She stood. Things were getting too dangerous, too sensitive. She couldnt ignore it any longer. "Come on," she said, leaving the booth behind. "Its time to put Demoux in prison. "

  "What do you mean you lost him?" Vin asked, standing outside the door to Demouxs room.

  The servant flushed. "My lady, Im sorry. I watched him, like you told me—but he went out on patrol. Should I have followed? I mean, dont you think that would have looked suspicious?"

  Vin cursed quietly to herself. She knew that she didnt have much right to be angry, however. I should have told Ham straight off, she thought with frustration.

  "My lady, he only left a few minutes ago," the servant said.

  Vin glanced at OreSeur, then took off down the corridor. As soon as they reached a window, Vin leaped out into the dark night, OreSeur following behind her, dropping the short distance to the courtyard.

  Last time, I saw him come back in through the gates to the palace grounds, she thought, running through the mist. She found a couple of soldiers there, guarding.

  "Did Captain Demoux come this way?" she demanded, bursting into their ring of torchlight.

  They perked up, at first shocked, then confused.

  "Lady Heir?" one of them said. "Yes, he just went out, on patrol just a minute or two ago. "

  "By himself?" Vin asked.

  They nodded.

  "Isnt that a little odd?"

  They shrugged. "He goes by himself sometimes," one said. "We dont question. Hes our superior, after all. "

  "Which way?" Vin demanded.

  One pointed, and Vin took off, OreSeur at her side. I should have watched better. I should have hired real spies to keep an eye on him. I should have—

  She froze. Up ahead, walking down a quite street in the mists, was a figure, walking into the city. Demoux.

  Vin dropped a coin and threw herself into the air, passing far over his head, landing on top of a building. He continued, oblivious. Demoux or kandra, neither would have Allomantic powers.

  Vin paused, daggers out, ready to spring. But. . . she still didnt have any real proof. The part of her that Kelsier had transformed, the part that had come to trust, thought of the Demoux she knew.

  Do I really believe hes the kandra? she thought. Or do I just want him to be the kandra, so that I dont have to suspect my real friends?

  He continued to walk below, her tin-enhanced ears easily picking out his footfalls. Behind, OreSeur scrambled up onto the top of the roof, then padded over and sat down beside her.

  I cant just attack, she thought. I need to at least watch, see where hes going. Get proof. Perhaps learn something in the process.

  She waved to OreSeur, and they quietly followed along the rooftops, trailing Demoux. Soon, Vin noticed something odd—a flicker of firelight illuminating the mists a few streets over, making haunted shadows of buildings. Vin glanced at Demoux, trailing him with her eyes as he wandered down an alleyway, moving toward the illumination.

  What. . . ?

  Vin threw herself off the roof. It took only three bounds for her to reach the source of the light. A modest bonfire crackled in the center of a small square. Skaa huddled around it for warmth, looking a little frightened in the mists. Vin was surprised to see them. She hadnt seen skaa go out in the mists since the night of the Collapse.

  Demoux approached down a side street, greeting several of the others. In the firelight she could confirm for certain that it was him—or, at least, a kandra with his face.

  There were, perhaps, two hundred people in the square. Demoux moved as if to sit on the cobblestones, but someone quickly approached with a chair. A young woman brought him a mug of something steaming, which he received gratefully.

  Vin leaped to a rooftop, staying low to keep from being exposed by the firelight. More skaa arrived, mostly in groups, but some brave individuals came alone.

  A sound came from behind her, and Vin turned as OreSeur—apparently having barely made the jump—scrambled the last few feet over the edge onto the roof. He glanced down at the street below, shook his head, then padded over to join her. She raised a finger to her lips, nodding down at the growing group of people. OreSeur cocked his head at the sight, but said nothing.

  Finally, Demoux stood, holding the still steaming cup in his hands. People gathered around, sitting on the cold cobblestones, huddled beneath blankets or cloaks.

  "We shouldnt fear the mists, my friends," Demoux said. His wasnt the voice of a strong leader or forceful battle commander—it was the voice of hardened youth, a little hesitant, but compelling nonetheless.

  "The Survivor taught us of this," he continued. "I know its very hard to think of the mists without remembering stories of mistwraiths or other horrors. But, the Survivor gave the mists to us. We should try and remember him, through them. "

  Lord Ruler. . . Vin thought with shock. Hes one of them—a member of the Church of the Survivor! She wavered, uncertain what to think. Was he the kandra or wasnt he? Why would the kandra meet with a group of people like this? But. . . why would Demoux himself do it?

  "I know its hard," Demoux said below, "without the Survivor. I know youre afraid of the armies. Trust me, I know. I see them too. I know you suffer beneath this siege. I. . . dont know if I can even tell you not to worry. The Survivor himself knew great hardship—the death of his wife, his imprisonment in the Pits of Hathsin. But he survived. Thats the point, isnt it? We have to live on, no matter how hard this all gets. Well win, in the end. Just like he did. "

  He stood with his mug in his hands, looking nothing like the skaa preachers Vin had seen. Kelsier had chosen a passionate man to found his religion—or, more precisely, to found the revolution the religion had come from. Kelsier had needed leaders who could enflame supporters, whip them up into a destructive upheaval.

  Demoux was something different. He didnt shout, but spoke calmly. Yet, people paid attention. They sat on the stones around him, looking up with hopeful—even worshipful—eyes.

  "The Lady Heir," one of them whispered. "What of her?"

  "Lady Vin bears a great responsibility," Demoux said. "You can see the weight bowing her down, and how frustrated she is with the problems in the city. She is a straightforward woman, and I dont think she likes the Assemblys politicking. "

  "But, shell protect us, right?" one asked.

  "Yes," Demoux said. "Ye
s, I believe she will. Sometimes, I think that shes even more powerful than the Survivor was. You know that he only had two years to practice as a Mistborn? Shes barely had that much time herself. "

  Vin turned away. It comes back to that, she thought. They sound rational until they talk about me, and then. . .

  "Shell bring us peace, someday," Demoux said. "The heir will bring back the sun, stop the ash from falling. But we have to survive until then. And we have to fight. The Survivors entire work was to see the Lord Ruler dead and make us free. What gratitude do we show if we run now that armies have come?

  "Go and tell your Assemblymen that you dont want Lord Cett, or even Lord Penrod, to be your king. The vote happens in one day, and we need to make certain the right man is made king. The Survivor chose Elend Venture, and that is whom we must follow. "

  Thats new, Vin thought.

  "Lord Elend is weak," one of the people said. "He wont defend us. "

  "Lady Vin loves him," Demoux said. "She wouldnt love a weak man. Penrod and Cett treat you like the skaa used to be treated, and thats why you think theyre strong. But thats not strength—its oppression. We have to be better than that! We have to trust the Survivors judgment!"

  Vin relaxed against the lip of the roof, tension melting a bit. If Demoux really was the spy, then he wasnt going to give her any evidence this night. So, she put her knives away, then rested with her arms folded on the rooftops edge. The fire crackled in the cool winter evening, sending billows of smoke to mix with the mists, and Demoux continued to speak in his quiet, reassuring voice, teaching the people about Kelsier.

  Its not even really a religion, Vin thought as she listened. The theology is so simple—not at all like the complex beliefs that Sazed speaks about.

  Demoux taught basic concepts. He held up Kelsier as a model, talking about survival, and about enduring hardships. Vin could see why the direct words would appeal to the skaa. The people really only had two choices: to struggle on, or to give up. Demouxs teachings gave them an excuse to keep living.

  The skaa didnt need rituals, prayers, or codes. Not yet. They were too inexperienced with religion in general, too frightened of it, to want such things. But, the more she listened, the more Vin understood the Church of the Survivor. It was what they needed; it took what the skaa already knew—a life filled with hardship—and elevated it to a higher, more optimistic plane.

  And the teachings were still evolving. The deification of Kelsier she had expected; even the reverence for her was understandable. But, where did Demoux get the promises that Vin would stop the ash and bring back the sun? How did he know to preach of green grasses and blue skies, describing the world as it was known only in some of the worlds most obscure texts?

  He described a strange world of colors and beauty—a place foreign and difficult to conceive, but somehow wonderful all the same. Flowers and green plants were strange, alien things to these people; even Vin had trouble visualizing them, and she had heard Sazeds descriptions.

  Demoux was giving the skaa a paradise. It had to be something completely removed from normal experience, for the mundane world was not a place of hope. Not with a foodless winter approaching, not with armies threatening and the government in turmoil.