The Well of Ascension, Page 83

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  Demoux seemed a bit confused, but spoke no further. Elend eyed his desk, considering some studying, but found it hard to motivate himself in the chill room. Instead, he pushed open the door and strode out into the hallway. His guards followed.

  He stopped himself from turning toward Vins rooms. She needed her rest, and it didnt do her much good to have him peeking in every half hour to check on her. So instead he turned to wander down a different passageway.

  The back hallways of Keep Venture were tight, dark, stone constructions of labyrinthine complexity. Perhaps it was because hed grown up in these passages, but he felt at home in their dark, secluded confines. They had been the perfect place for a young man who didnt really care to be found. Now he used them for another reason; the corridors provided a perfect place for extended walking. He didnt point himself in any particular direction, he just moved, working out his frustration to the beating of his own footsteps.

  I cant fix the citys problems, he told himself. I have to let Penrod handle that—hes the one the people want.

  That should have made things easier for Elend. It let him focus on his own survival, not to mention let him spend time revitalizing his relationship with Vin. She, however, seemed different lately. Elend tried to tell himself it was just her injury, but he sensed something deeper. Something in the way she looked at him, something in the way she reacted to his affection. And, despite himself, he could think of only one thing that had changed.

  He was no longer king.

  Vin was not shallow. She had shown him nothing but devotion and love during their two years together. And yet, how could she not react—even if unconsciously—to his colossal failure? During the assassination attempt, he had watched her fight. Really watched her fight, for the first time. Until that day, he hadnt realized just how amazing she was. She wasnt just a warrior, and she wasnt just an Allomancer. She was a force, like thunder or wind. The way she had killed that last man, smashing his head with her own. . .

  How could she love a man like me? he thought. I couldnt even hold my throne. I wrote the very laws that deposed me.

  He sighed, continuing to walk. He felt like he should be scrambling, trying to figure out a way to convince Vin that he was worthy of her. But that would just make him seem more incompetent. There was no correcting past mistakes, especially since he could see no real "mistakes" he had made. He had done the best he could, and that had proven insufficient.

  He paused at an intersection. Once, a relaxing dip into a book would have been enough to calm him. Now he felt nervous. Tense. A little. . . like he assumed Vin usually felt.

  Maybe I could learn from her, he thought. What would Vin do in my situation? She certainly wouldnt just wander around, brooding and feeling sorry for herself. Elend frowned, looking down a hallway lighted by flickering oil lamps, only half of them lit. Then he took off, waking with a determined stride toward a particular set of rooms.

  He knocked quietly, and got no response. Finally, he poked his head in. Sazed and Tindwyl sat quietly before a desk piled high with scraps of paper and ledgers. They both sat staring, as if at nothing, their eyes bearing the glazedover look of someone who had been stunned. Sazeds hand rested on the table. Tindwyls rested on top of it.

  Sazed shook himself alert suddenly, turning to regard Elend. "Lord Venture! I am sorry. I did not hear you enter. "

  "Its all right, Saze," Elend said, walking into the room. As he did, Tindwyl shook awake as well, and she removed her hand from Sazeds. Elend nodded to Demoux and his companion—who were still following—indicating that they should remain outside, then closed the door.

  "Elend," Tindwyl said, her voice laced with its typical undercurrent of displeasure. "What is your purpose in bothering us? You have already proven your incompetence quite soundly—I see no need for further discussion. "

  "This is still my home, Tindwyl," Elend replied. "Insult me again, and you will find yourself ejected from the premises. "

  Tindwyl raised an eyebrow.

  Sazed paled. "Lord Venture," he said quickly, "I dont think that Tindwyl meant to—"

  "Its all right, Sazed," Elend said, raising a hand. "She was just testing to see if I had reverted back to my previous state of insultability. "

  Tindwyl shrugged. "I have heard reports of your moping through the palace hallways like a lost child. "

  "Those reports are true," Elend said. "But that doesnt mean that my pride is completely gone. "

  "Good," Tindwyl said, nodding to a chair. "Seat yourself, if you wish. "

  Elend nodded, pulling the chair over before the two and sitting. "I need advice. "

  "Ive given you what I can already," Tindwyl said. "In fact, Ive perhaps given you too much. My continued presence here makes it seem that Im taking sides. "

  "Im not king anymore," Elend said. "Therefore, I have no side. Im just a man seeking truth. "

  Tindwyl smiled. "Ask your questions, then. "

  Sazed watched the exchange with obvious interest.

  I know, Elend thought, Im not sure I understand our relationship either. "Here is my problem," he said. "I lost the throne, essentially, because I wasnt willing to lie. "

  "Explain," Tindwyl said.

  "I had a chance to obscure a piece of the law," Elend said. "At the last moment, I could have made the Assembly take me as king. Instead, I gave them a bit of information that was true, but which ended up costing me the throne. "

  "Im not surprised," Tindwyl said.

  "I doubted that you would be," Elend said. "Now, do you think I was foolish to do as I did?"

  "Yes. "

  Elend nodded.

  "But," Tindwyl said, "that moment isnt what cost you the throne, Elend Venture. That moment was a small thing, far too simple to credit with your large-scale failure. You lost the throne because you wouldnt command your armies to secure the city, because you insisted on giving the Assembly too much freedom, and because you dont employ assassins or other forms of pressure. In short, Elend Venture, you lost the throne because you are a good man. "

  Elend shook his head. "Can you not be both a man who follows his conscience and a good king, then?"

  Tindwyl frowned in thought.

  "You ask an age-old question, Elend," Sazed said quietly. "A question that monarchs, priests, and humble men of destiny have always asked. I do not know that there is an answer. "

  "Should I have told the lie, Sazed?" Elend asked.

  "No," Sazed said, smiling. "Perhaps another man should have, in your same position. But, a man must be cohesive with himself. You have made your decisions in life, and changing yourself at the last moment—telling this lie—would have been against who you are. It is better for you to have done as you did and lost the throne, I think. "

  Tindwyl frowned. "His ideals are nice, Sazed. But what of the people? What if they die because Elend wasnt capable of controlling his own conscience?"

  "I do not wish to argue with you, Tindwyl," Sazed said. "It is simply my opinion that he chose well. It is his right to follow his conscience, then trust in providence to fill in the holes caused by the conflict between morality and logic. "

  Providence. "You mean God," Elend said.

  "I do. "

  Elend shook his head. "What is God, Sazed, but a device used by obligators?"

  "Why do you make the choices that you do, Elend Venture?"

  "Because theyre right," Elend said.

  "And why are these things right?"

  "I dont know," Elend said with a sigh, leaning back. He caught a disapproving glance from Tindwyl at his posture, but he ignored her. He wasnt king; he could slouch if he wanted to. "You talk of God, Sazed, but dont you preach of a hundred different religions?"

  "Three hundred, actually," Sazed said.

  "Well, which one do you believe?" Elend asked.

  "I believe them all. "

  Elend sho
ok his head. "That doesnt make sense. Youve only pitched a half-dozen to me, but I can already see that theyre incompatible. "

  "It is not my position to judge truth, Lord Venture," Sazed said, smiling. "I simply carry it. "

  Elend sighed. Priests. . . he thought. Sometimes, talking to Sazed is like talking to an obligator.

  "Elend," Tindwyl said, her tone softening. "I think you handled this situation in the wrong way. However, Sazed does have a point. You were true to your own convictions, and that is a regal attribute, I think. "

  "And what should I do now?" he asked.

  "Whatever you wish," Tindwyl said. "It was never my place to tell you what to do. I simply gave you knowledge of what men in your place did in the past. "

  "And what would they have done?" Elend asked. "These great leaders of yours, how would they have reacted to my situation?"

  "It is a meaningless question," she said. "They would not have found themselves in this situation, for they would not have lost their titles in the first place. "

  "Is that what its about, then?" Elend asked. "The title?"

  "Isnt that what we were discussing?" Tindwyl asked.

  Elend didnt answer. What do you think makes a man a good king? he had once asked of Tindwyl. Trust, she had replied. A good king is one who is trusted by his people—and one who deserves that trust.

  Elend stood up. "Thank you, Tindwyl," he said.

  Tindwyl frowned in confusion, then turned to Sazed. He looked up and met Elends eyes, cocking his head slightly. Then he smiled. "Come, Tindwyl," he said. "We should return to our studies. His Majesty has work to do, I think. "

  Tindwyl continued to frown as Elend left the room. His guards followed behind as he quickly strode down the hallway.

  I wont go back to the way I was, Elend thought. I wont continue to fret and worry. Tindwyl taught me better than that, even if she never really understood me.

  Elend arrived at his rooms a few moments later. He stalked directly in, then opened his closet. The clothing Tindwyl had chosen for him—the clothing of a king—waited inside.

  Some of you may know of my fabled memory. It is true; I need not a Feruchemists metalmind to memorize a sheet of words in an instant.

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  "GOOD," ELEND SAID, USING A charcoal stick to circle another section on the city map before him. "What about here?"

  Demoux scratched his chin. "Grainfield? Thats a noblemans neighborhood, my lord. "

  "It used to be," Elend said. "Grainfield was filled with cousin houses to the Ventures. When my father pulled out of the city, so did most of them. "

  "Then well probably find the homes filled with skaa transients, Id guess. "

  Elend nodded. "Move them out. "

  "Excuse me, my lord?" Demoux said. The two stood in Keep Ventures large carriage landing. Soldiers moved in a bustle through the spacious room. Many of them didnt wear uniforms; they werent on official city business. Elend was no longer king, but they had still come at his request.

  That said something, at least.