The Well of Ascension, Page 82

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  "If Rashek fails to lead Alendi astray, then I have instructed the lad to kill my former friend. It is a distant hope. Alendi has survived assassins, wars, and catastrophes. And yet, I hope that in the frozen mountains of Terris, he may finally be exposed. I hope for a miracle.

  "Alendi must not reach the Well of Ascension. He must not take the power for himself. "

  Tindwyl sat back, frowning.

  "What?"

  "Something is wrong there, I think," she said. "But I cannot tell you precisely what. "

  Sazed scanned the text again. "Let us break it down to simple statements, then. Rashek—the man who became the Lord Ruler—was Kwaans nephew. "

  "Yes," Tindwyl said.

  "Kwaan sent Rashek to mislead, or even kill, his once-friend Alendi the Conqueror—a man climbing the mountains of Terris to seek the Well of Ascension. "

  Tindwyl nodded.

  "Kwaan did this because he feared what would happen if Alendi took the Wells power for himself. "

  Tindwyl raised a finger. "Why did he fear that?"

  "It seems a rational fear, I think," Sazed said.

  "Too rational," Tindwyl replied. "Or, rather, perfectly rational. But, tell me, Sazed. When you read Alendis logbook, did you get the impression that he was the type who would take that power for himself?"

  Sazed shook his head. "Actually, the opposite. That is part of what made the logbook so confusing—we couldnt figure out why the man represented within would have done as we assumed he must have. I think that is part of what eventually led Vin to guess that the Lord Ruler wasnt Alendi at all, but Rashek, his packman. "

  "And Kwaan says that he knew Alendi well," Tindwyl said. "In fact, in this very rubbing, he compliments the man on several occasions. Calls him a good person, I believe. "

  "Yes," Sazed said, finding the passage. "He is a good man—despite it all, he is a good man. A sacrificing man. In truth, all of his actions—all of the deaths, destructions, and pains that he has caused—have hurt him deeply. "

  "So, Kwaan knew Alendi well," Tindwyl said. "And thought highly of him. He also, presumably, knew his nephew Rashek well. Do you see my problem?"

  Sazed nodded slowly. "Why send a man of wild temperament, one whose motivations are based on envy and hatred, to kill a man you thought to be good and of worthy temperament? It does seem an odd choice. "

  "Exactly," Tindwyl said, resting her arms on the table.

  "But," Sazed said, "Kwaan says right here that he doubts that if Alendi reaches the Well of Ascension, he will take the power and then—in the name of the greater good—give it up. "

  Tindwyl shook her head. "It doesnt make sense, Sazed. Kwaan wrote several times about how he feared the Deepness, but then he tried to foil the hope of stopping it by sending a hateful youth to kill a respected, and presumably wise, leader. Kwaan practically set up Rashek to take the power—if letting Alendi take the power was such a concern, wouldnt he have feared that Rashek might do the same?"

  "Perhaps we simply see things with the clarity of those regarding events that have already occurred," Sazed said.

  Tindwyl shook her head. "Were missing something, Sazed. Kwaan is a very rational, even deliberate, man—one can tell that from his narrative. He was the one who discovered Alendi, and was the first to tout him as the Hero of Ages. Why would he turn against him as he did?"

  Sazed nodded, flipping through his translation of the rubbing. Kwaan had gained much notoriety by discovering the Hero. He found the place he was looking for.

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

  "Something dramatic must have happened," Tindwyl said. "Something that would make him turn against his friend, the source of his own fame. Something that pricked his conscience so sharply that he was willing to risk opposing the most powerful monarch in the land. Something so frightening that he took a ridiculous chance by sending this Rashek on an assassination mission. "

  Sazed leafed through his notes. "He fears both the Deepness and what would happen if Alendi took the power. Yet, he cannot seem to decide which one is the greater threat, and neither seems more present in the narrative than the other. Yes, I can see the problem here. Do you think, perhaps, Kwaan was trying to imply something by the inconsistency in his own arguments?"

  "Perhaps," Tindwyl said. "The information is just so slim. I cannot judge a man without knowing the context of his life!"

  Sazed looked up, eyeing her. "Perhaps we have been studying too hard," he said. "Shall we take a break?"

  Tindwyl shook her head. "We dont have the time, Sazed. "

  He met her eyes. She was right on that point.

  "You sense it too, dont you?" she asked.

  He nodded. "This city will soon fall. The forces pressing upon it. . . the armies, the koloss, the civil confusion. . . "

  "I fear it will be more violent than your friends hope, Sazed," Tindwyl said quietly. "They seem to believe that they can just continue to juggle their problems. "

  "They are an optimistic group," he said with a smile. "Unaccustomed to being defeated. "

  "This will be worse than the revolution," Tindwyl said. "I have studied these things, Sazed. I know what happens when a conqueror takes a city. People will die. Many people. "

  Sazed felt a chill at her words. There was a tension to Luthadel; war was coming to the city. Perhaps one army or another would enter by the blessing of the Assembly, but the other would still strike. The walls of Luthadel would run red when the siege finally ended.

  And he feared that end was coming very, very soon.

  "You are right," he said, turning back to the notes on his desktop. "We must continue to study. We should collect more of what we can find about the land before the Ascension, so that you may have the context you seek. "

  She nodded, showing a fatalistic resolve. This was not a task they could complete in the time they had. Deciphering the meaning of the rubbing, comparing it to the logbook, and relating it to the context of the period was a scholarly undertaking that would require the determined work of years.

  Keepers had much knowledge—but in this case, it was almost too much. They had been gathering and transmitting records, stories, myths, and legends for so long that it took years for one Keeper to recite the collected works to a new initiate.

  Fortunately, included with the mass of information were indexes and summaries created by the Keepers. On top of this came the notes and personal indexes each individual Keeper made. And yet, these only helped the Keeper understand just how much information he had. Sazed himself had spent his life reading, memorizing, and indexing religions. Each night, before he slept, he read some portion of a note or story. He was probably the worlds foremost scholar on pre-Ascension religions, and yet he felt as if he knew so little.

  Compounding all of that was the inherent unreliability of their information. A great deal of it came from the mouths of simple people, doing their best to remember what their lives had once been like—or, more often, what the lives of their grandparents had once been like. The Keepers hadnt been founded until late in the second century of the Lord Rulers reign. By then, many religions had already been wiped out in their pure forms.

  Sazed closed his eyes, dumped another index from a coppermind into his head, then began to search it. There wasnt much time, true, but Tindwyl and he were Keepers. They were accustomed to beginning tasks that others would have to finish.

  Elend Venture, once king of the Central Dominance, stood on the balcony of his keep, overlooking the vast city of Luthadel. Though the first snows had yet to fall, the weather had grown cold. He wore an overcloak, tied at the front, but it didnt protect his face. A chill tingled his cheeks as a wind blew across him, whipping at h
is cloak. Smoke rose from chimneys, gathering like an ominous shadow above the city before rising up to meld with the ashen red sky.

  For every house that produced smoke, there were two that did not. Many of those were probably deserted; the city held nowhere near the population it once had. However, he knew that many of those smokeless houses were still inhabited. Inhabited, and freezing.

  I should have been able to do more for them, Elend thought, eyes open to the piercing cold wind. I should have found a way to get more coal; I should have managed to provide for them all.

  It was humbling, even depressing, to admit that the Lord Ruler had done better than Elend himself. Despite being a heartless tyrant, the Lord Ruler had at least kept a significant portion of the population from starving or freezing. He had kept armies in check, and had kept crime at a manageable level.

  To the northeast, the koloss army waited. It had sent no emissaries to the city, but it was more frightening than either Cetts or Straffs armies. The cold wouldnt scare away its occupants; despite their bare skin, they apparently took little notice of weather changes. This final army was the most disturbing of the three—more dangerous, more unpredictable, and impossible to deal with. Koloss did not bargain.

  We havent been paying enough attention to that threat, he thought as he stood on the balcony. Theres just been so much to do, so much to worry about, that we couldnt focus on an army that might be as dangerous to our enemies as it is to us.

  It was looking less and less likely that the koloss would attack Cett or Straff. Apparently, Jastes was enough in control to keep them waiting to take a shot at Luthadel itself.

  "My lord," said a voice from behind. "Please, come back in. Thats a fell wind. No use killing yourself from a chill. "

  Elend turned back. Captain Demoux stood dutifully in the room, along with another bodyguard. In the aftermath of the assassination attempt, Ham had insisted that Elend go about guarded. Elend hadnt complained, though he knew there was little reason for caution anymore. Straff wouldnt want to kill him now that he wasnt king.

  So earnest, Elend thought, studying Demouxs face. Why do I find him youthful? Were nearly the same age.

  "Very well," Elend said, turning and striding into the room. As Demoux closed the balcony doors, Elend removed his cloak. The suit below felt wrong on him. Sloppy, even though he had ordered it cleaned and pressed. The vest was too tight—his practice with the sword was slowly modifying his body—while the coat hung loosely.

  "Demoux," Elend said. "When is your next Survivor rally?"

  "Tonight, my lord. "

  Elend nodded. Hed feared that; it would be a cold night.

  "My lord," Demoux said, "do you still intend to come?"

  "Of course," Elend said. "I gave my word that I would join with your cause. "

  "That was before you lost the vote, my lord. "

  "That is immaterial," Elend said. "I am joining your movement because it is important to the skaa, Demoux, and I want to understand the will of my. . . of the people. I promised you dedication—and you shall have it. "