The Well of Ascension, Page 35

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  Amarantas face fell, and she laid her hands in her lap, leaving her dress half undone, one breast exposed—as if she were trying to tempt him with her aging nudity.

  "I need your antidote," he said. "Quickly. "

  "Which one, my lord?" she asked. She wasnt the only herbalist Straff kept; he learned scents and tastes from four different people. Amaranta, however, was the best of them.

  "Birchbane," Straff said. "And. . . maybe something else. Im not sure. "

  "Another general potion, then, my lord?" Amaranta asked.

  Straff nodded curtly. Amaranta rose, walking to his poison cabinet. She lit the burner at the side, boiling a small pot of water as she quickly mixed powders, herbs, and liquids. The concoction was her particular specialty—a mixture of all of the basic poison antidotes, remedies, and reagents in her repertoire. Straff suspected that Zane had used the birchbane to cover something else. Whatever it was, however, Amarantas concoction would deal with—or at least identify—it.

  Straff waited uncomfortably as Amaranta worked, still half naked. The concoction needed to be prepared freshly each time, but it was worth the wait. She eventually brought him a steaming mug. Straff gulped it, forcing down the harsh liquid despite its bitterness. Immediately, he began to feel better.

  He sighed—another trap avoided—as he drank the rest of the cup to be certain. Amaranta knelt expectantly again.

  "Go," Straff ordered.

  Amaranta nodded quietly. She put her arm back through the dresss sleeve, then retreated from the tent.

  Straff sat stewing, empty cup cooling in his hand. He knew he held the edge. As long as he appeared strong before Zane, the Mistborn would continue to do as commanded.

  Probably.

  If only I had passed over Alendi when looking for an assistant, all those years ago.

  19

  SAZED UNCLASPED HIS FINAL STEELMIND. He held it up, the braceletlike band of metal glistening in the red sunlight. To another man, it might seem valuable. To Sazed, it was now just another empty husk—a simple steel bracelet. He could refill it if he wished, but for the moment he didnt consider the weight worth carrying.

  With a sigh, he dropped the bracelet. It fell with a clank, tossing up a puff of ash from the ground. Five months of storing, of spending every fifth day drained of speed, my body moving as if impeded by a thick molasses. And now its all gone.

  The loss had purchased something valuable, however. In just six days of travel, using steelminds on occasion, he had traveled the equivalent of six weeks worth of walking. According to his cartography coppermind, Luthadel was now a little over a week away. Sazed felt good about the expenditure. Perhaps hed overreacted to the deaths hed found in the little southern village. Perhaps there was no need for him to hurry. But, hed created the steelmind to be used.

  He hefted his pack, which was much lighter than it had been. Though many of his metalminds were small, they were heavy in aggregate. Hed decided to discard some of the less valuable or less full ones as he ran. Just like the steel bracelet, which he left sitting in the ash behind him as he went on.

  He was definitely in the Central Dominance now. Hed passed Faleast and Tyrian, two of the northern Ashmounts. Tyrian was still just barely visible to the south—a tall, solitary peak with a cut-off, blackened top. The landscape had grown flat, the trees changing from patchy brown pines to the willowy white aspens common around Luthadel. The aspens rose like bones growing from the black soil, clumping, their ashen white bark scarred and twisted. They—

  Sazed paused. He stood near the central canal, one of the main routes to Luthadel. The canal was empty of boats at the moment; travelers were rare these days, even more rare than they had been during the Final Empire, for bandits were far more common. Sazed had outrun several groups of them during his hurried flight to Luthadel.

  No, solitary travelers were rare. Armies were far more common—and, judging from the several dozen trails of smoke he saw rising ahead of him, he had run afoul of one. It stood directly between him and Luthadel.

  He thought quietly for a moment, flakes of ash beginning to fall lightly around him. It was midday; if that army had scouts, Sazed would have a very difficult time getting around it. In addition, his steelminds were empty. He wouldnt be able to run from pursuit.

  And yet, an army within a week of Luthadel. . . . Whose was it, and what threat did it pose? His curiosity, the curiosity of a scholar, prodded him to seek a vantage from which to study the troops. Vin and the others could use any information he gathered.

  Decision made, Sazed located a hill with a particularly large stand of aspens. He dropped his pack at the base of a tree, then pulled out an ironmind and began to fill it. He felt the familiar sensation of decreased weight, and he easily climbed to the top of the thin tree—his body was now light enough that it didnt take much strength to pull himself upward.

  Hanging from the very tip of the tree, Sazed tapped his tinmind. The edges of his vision fuzzed, as always, but with the increased vision he could make out details about the large group settled into a hollow before him.

  He was right about it being an army. He was wrong about it being made up of men.

  "By the forgotten gods. . . " Sazed whispered, so shocked that he nearly lost his grip. The army was organized in only the most simplistic and primitive way. There were no tents, no vehicles, no horses. Just hundreds of large cooking fires, each ringed with figures.

  And those figures were of a deep blue. They varied greatly in size; some were just five feet tall, others were lumbering hulks of ten feet or more. They were both the same species, Sazed knew. Koloss. The creatures—though similar to men in base form—never stopped growing. They simply continued to get bigger as they aged, growing until their hearts could no longer support them. Then they died, killed by their bodys own growth imperative.

  Before they died, however, they got very large. And very dangerous.

  Sazed dropped from the tree, making his body light enough that he hit the ground softly. He hurriedly searched through his copperminds. When he found the one he wanted, he strapped it to his upper left arm, then climbed back up the tree.

  He searched an index quickly. Somewhere, hed taken notes on a book about the koloss—hed studied it trying to decide if the creatures had a religion. Hed had someone repeat the notes back to him, so he could store them in the coppermind. He had the book memorized, too, of course, but placing so much information directly in his mind would ruin the—

  There, he thought, recovering the notes. He tapped them from the coppermind, filling his mind with knowledge.

  Most koloss bodies gave out before they reached twenty years of age. The more "ancient" creatures were often a massive twelve feet in height, with stocky, powerful bodies. However, few koloss lived that long—and not just because of heart failure. Their society—if it could be called that—was extremely violent.

  Excitement suddenly overcoming apprehension, Sazed tapped tin for vision again, searching through the thousands of blue humanoids, trying to get visual proof of what hed read. It wasnt hard to find fights. Scuffles around the fires seemed common, and, interestingly, they were always between koloss of nearly the same size. Sazed magnified his view even further—gripping the tree tightly to overcome the nausea—and got his first good look at a koloss.

  It was a creature of smaller size—perhaps six feet tall. It was man-shaped, with two arms and legs, though its neck was hard to distinguish. It was completely bald. The oddest feature, however, was its blue skin, which hung loose and folded. The creature looked like a fat man might, had all his fat been drained away, leaving the stretched skin behind.

  And. . . the skin didnt seem to be connected very well. Around the creatures red, blood-drop eyes, the skin sagged, revealing the facial muscles. The same was true around the mouth: the skin sagged a few inches below the chin, the lower teeth and jaw completely exposed.

  It was a stomach-turning sight, especi
ally for a man who was already nauseated. The creatures ears hung low, flopping down beside its jawline. Its nose was formless and loose, with no cartilage supporting it. Skin hung baggily from the creatures arms and legs, and its only clothing was a crude loincloth.

  Sazed turned, selecting a larger creature—one perhaps eight feet tall—to study. The skin on this beast wasnt as loose, but it still didnt seem to fit quite right. Its nose twisted at a crooked angle, pulled flat against the face by an enlarged head that sat on a stumpy neck. The creature turned to leer at a companion, and again, the skin around its mouth didnt quite fit: the lips didnt close completely, and the holes around the eyes were too big, so they exposed the muscles beneath.

  Like. . . a person wearing a mask made of skin, Sazed thought, trying to push away his disgust. So. . . their body continues to grow, but their skin doesnt?

  His thought was confirmed as a massive, ten-foot-tall beast of a koloss wandered into the group. Smaller creatures scattered before this newcomer, who thumped up to the fire, where several horses were roasting.

  This largest creatures skin was pulled so tight it was beginning to tear. The hairless blue flesh had ripped around the eyes, at the edges of the mouth, and around the massive chest muscles. Sazed could see little trails of red blood dripping from the rips. Even where the skin wasnt torn, it was pulled taut—the nose and ears were so flat they were almost indistinguishable from the flesh around them.

  Suddenly, Sazeds study didnt seem so academic. Koloss had come to the Central Dominance. Creatures so violent and uncontrollable that the Lord Ruler had been forced to keep them away from civilization. Sazed extinguished his tinmind, welcoming the return to normal vision. He had to get to Luthadel and warn the others. If they—

  Sazed froze. One problem with enhancing his vision was that he temporarily lost the ability to see close up—so it wasnt odd that he hadnt noticed the koloss patrol surrounding his aspens.

  By the forgotten gods! He held firm to the tip of the tree, thinking quickly. Several koloss were already pushing their way into the stand. If he dropped to the ground, hed be too slow to escape. As always, he wore a pewtermind; he could easily become as strong as ten men, and maintain it for a good amount of time. He could fight, perhaps. . . .

  Yet, the koloss carried crude-looking, but massive, swords. Sazeds notes, his memory, and his lore all agreed: Koloss were very dangerous warriors. Strong as ten men or not, Sazed wouldnt have the skill to defeat them.

  "Come down," called a deep, slurred voice from below. "Come down now. "

  Sazed looked down. A large koloss, skin just beginning to stretch, stood at the trees base. It gave the aspen a shake.

  "Come down now," the creature repeated.

  The lips dont work very well, Sazed thought. He sounds like a man trying to talk without moving his lips. He wasnt surprised that the creature could talk; his notes mentioned that. He was, however, surprised at how calm it sounded.

  I could run, he thought. He could keep to the tops of trees, perhaps cross the distance between patches of aspens by dropping his metalminds and trying to ride gusts of wind. But it would be very difficult—and very unpredictable.

  And he would have to leave his copperminds—a thousand years of history—behind.