The Well of Ascension, Page 8

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  The man paused again, looking at her, scratching himself in several undignified places. "Well, I guess I can see. . . "

  He wandered toward the pen farthest from the street. Vin waited quietly, nose downturned at the smell as the merchant yelled at a few of his animals, selecting an appropriate one. Eventually, he pulled a leashed dog up to Vin. It was a wolfhound, if a small one—but it had sweet, docile eyes, and an obviously pleasant temperament.

  "The runt of the litter," the merchant said. "A good animal for a young girl, Id say. Will probably make an excellent hunter, too. These wolfhounds, they can smell better than any beast you seen. "

  Vin reached for her coin purse, but paused, looking down at the dogs panting face. It almost seemed to be smiling at her.

  "Oh, for the Lord Rulers sake," she snapped, pushing past the dog and master, stalking toward the back pens.

  "Young lady?" the merchant asked, following uncertainly.

  Vin scanned the wolfhounds. Near the back, she spotted a massive black and gray beast. It was chained to a post, and it regarded her defiantly, a low growl rising in its throat.

  Vin pointed. "How much for that one in the back?"

  "That?" the merchant asked. "Good lady, thats a watchbeast. Its meant to be set loose on a lords grounds to attack anyone who enters! Its the one of the meanest things youll ever see!"

  "Perfect," Vin said, pulling out some coins.

  "Good lady, I couldnt possibly sell you that beast. Not possibly at all. Why, Ill bet it weighs half again as much as you do. "

  Vin nodded, then pulled open the pen gate and strode in. The merchant cried out, but Vin walked right up to the wolfhound. He began to bark wildly at her, frothing.

  Sorry about this, Vin thought. Then, burning pewter, she ducked in and slammed her fist into the animals head.

  The animal froze, wobbled, then fell unconscious in the dirt. The merchant stopped up short beside her, mouth open.

  "Leash," Vin ordered.

  He gave her one. She used it to tie the wolfhounds feet together, and then—with a flare of pewter—she threw the animal over her shoulders. She cringed only slightly at the pain in her side.

  This thing better not get drool on my shirt, she thought, handing the merchant some coins and walking back toward the palace.

  Vin slammed the unconscious wolfhound to the floor. The guards had given her some strange looks as she entered the palace, but she was getting used to those. She brushed off her hands.

  "What is that?" OreSeur asked. Hed made it back to her rooms at the palace, but his current body was obviously unusable. Hed needed to form muscles in places that men didnt normally have them to even keep the skeleton together, and while hed healed his wounds, his body looked unnatural. He still wore the bloodstained clothing from the night before.

  "This," Vin said, pointing at the wolfhound, "is your new body. "

  OreSeur paused. "That? Mistress, that is a dog. "

  "Yes," Vin said.

  "I am a man. "

  "Youre a kandra," Vin said. "You can imitate flesh and muscle. What about fur?"

  The kandra did not look pleased. "I cannot imitate it," he said, "but I can use the beasts own fur, like I use its bones. However, surely there is—"

  "Im not going to kill for you, kandra," Vin said. "And even if I did kill someone, I wouldnt let you. . . eat them. Plus, this will be more inconspicuous. People will begin to talk if I keep replacing my stewards with unknown men. Ive been telling people for months that I was thinking of dismissing you. Well, Ill tell them that I finally did—nobody will think to realize that my new pet hound is actually my kandra. "

  She turned, nodding toward the carcass. "This will be very useful. People pay less attention to hounds than they do to humans, and so youll be able to listen in on conversations. "

  OreSeurs frown deepened. "I will not do this thing easily. You will need to compel me, by virtue of the Contract. "

  "Fine," Vin said. "Youre commanded. How long will it take?"

  "A regular body only takes a few hours," OreSeur said. "This could take longer. Getting that much fur to look right will be challenging. "

  "Get started, then," Vin said, turning toward the door. On her way, however, she noticed a small package sitting on her desk. She frowned, walking over and taking off the lid. A small note sat inside.

  Lady Vin,

  Here is the next alloy you requested. Aluminum is very difficult to acquire, but when a noble family recently left the city, I was able to buy some of their diningware.

  I do not know if this one will work, but I believe it worth a try. I have mixed the aluminum with four percent copper, and found the outcome quite promising. I have read of this composition; it is called duralumin.

  Your servant, Terion

  Vin smiled, setting aside the note and removing the rest of the boxs contents: a small pouch of metal dust and a thin silvery bar, both presumably of this "duralumin" metal. Terion was a master Allomantic metallurgist. Though not an Allomancer himself, he had been mixing alloys and creating dusts for Mistborn and Mistings for most of his life.

  Vin pocketed both pouch and bar, then turned toward OreSeur. The kandra regarded her with a flat expression.

  "This came for me today?" Vin asked, nodding to the box.

  "Yes, Mistress," OreSeur said. "A few hours ago. "

  "And you didnt tell me?"

  "Im sorry, Mistress," OreSeur said in his toneless way, "but you did not command me to tell you if packages arrived. "

  Vin ground her teeth. He knew how anxiously shed been waiting for another alloy from Terion. All of the previous aluminum alloys theyd tried had turned out to be duds. It bothered her to know that there was another Allomantic metal out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered. She wouldnt be satisfied until she found it.

  OreSeur just sat where he was, bland expression on his face, unconscious wolfhound on the floor in front of him.

  "Just get to work on that body," Vin said, spinning and leaving the room to search for Elend.

  Vin finally found Elend in his study, going over some ledgers with a familiar figure.

  "Dox!" Vin said. Hed retired to his rooms soon after his arrival the day before, and she hadnt seen much of him.

  Dockson looked up and smiled. Stocky without being fat, he had short dark hair and still wore his customary half beard. "Hello, Vin. "

  "How was Terris?" she asked.

  "Cold," Dockson replied. "Im glad to be back. Though I wish I hadnt arrived to find that army here. "

  "Either way, were glad youve returned, Dockson," Elend said. "The kingdom practically fell apart without you. "

  "That hardly seems the case," Dockson said, closing his ledger and setting it on the stack. "All things—and armies—considered, it looks like the royal bureaucracy held together fairly well in my absence. You hardly need me anymore!"

  "Nonsense!" Elend said.

  Vin leaned against the door, eyeing the two men as they continued their discussion. They maintained their air of forced joviality. Both were dedicated to making the new kingdom work, even if it meant pretending that they liked each other. Dockson pointed at places in the ledgers, talking about finances and what hed discovered in the outlying villages under Elends control.

  Vin sighed, glancing across the room. Sunlight streamed through the rooms stained-glass rose window, throwing colors across the ledgers and table. Even now, Vin still wasnt accustomed to the casual richness of a noble keep. The window—red and lavender—was a thing of intricate beauty. Yet, noblemen apparently found its like so commonplace that they had put this one in the keeps back rooms, in the small chamber that Elend now used as his study.

  As one might expect, the room was piled with stacks of books. Shelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling, but they were no match for the sheer volume of Elends growing collection. Shed never cared much for El
ends taste in books. They were mostly political or historical works, things with topics as musty as their aged pages. Many of them had once been forbidden by the Steel Ministry, but somehow the old philosophers could make even salacious topics seem boring.

  "Anyway," Dockson said, finally closing his ledgers. "I have some things to do before your speech tomorrow, Your Majesty. Did Ham say theres a city defense meeting that evening as well?"

  Elend nodded. "Assuming I can get the Assembly to agree not to hand the city over to my father, well need to come up with a strategy to deal with this army. Ill send someone for you tomorrow night. "

  "Good," Dockson said. With that, he nodded to Elend, winked at Vin, then made his way from the cluttered room.

  As Dockson shut the door, Elend sighed, then relaxed back in his oversized plush chair.

  Vin walked forward. "He really is a good man, Elend. "

  "Oh, I realize he is. Being a good man doesnt always make one likable, however. "

  "Hes nice, too," Vin said. "Sturdy, calm, stable. The crew relied on him. " Even though Dockson wasnt an Allomancer, he had been Kelsiers right-hand man.

  "He doesnt like me, Vin," Elend said. "Its. . . very hard to get along with someone who looks at me like that. "

  "Youre not giving him a fair chance," Vin complained, stopping beside Elends chair.

  He looked up at her, smiling wanly, his vest unbuttoned, his hair an absolute mess. "Hum. . . " he said idly, taking her hand. "I really like that shirt. Red looks good on you. "

  Vin rolled her eyes, letting him gently pull her into the chair and kiss her. There was a passion to the kiss—a need, perhaps, for something stable. Vin responded, feeling herself relax as she pulled up against him. A few minutes later, she sighed, feeling much better snuggled into the chair beside him. He pulled her close, leaning the chair back into the windows sunlight.

  He smiled and glanced at her. "Thats a. . . new perfume youre wearing. "

  Vin snorted, putting her head against his chest. "Its not perfume, Elend. Its dog. "

  "Ah, good," Elend said. "I was worried that youd departed from your senses. Now, is there any particular reason why you smell like dog?"

  "I went to the market and bought one, then carried it back and fed it to OreSeur, so it can be his new body. "

  Elend paused. "Why, Vin. Thats brilliant! Nobody will suspect a dog to be a spy. I wonder if anyones ever thought of that before. . . . "

  "Someone must have," Vin said. "I mean, it makes such sense. I suspect those who thought of it, however, didnt share the knowledge. "

  "Good point," Elend said, relaxing back. Yet, from as close as they were, she could still feel a tension in him.

  Tomorrows speech, Vin thought. Hes worried about it.

  "I must say, however," Elend said idly, "that I find it a bit disappointing that youre not wearing dog-scented perfume. With your social station, I could see some of the local noblewomen trying to imitate you. That could be amusing indeed. "

  She leaned up, looking at his smirking face. "You know, Elend—sometimes its bloody difficult to tell when youre teasing, and when youre just being dense. "