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by Brandon Sanderson

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  "The Conventical of Seran is empty. "

  Sazed paused. The Conventical was a Ministry stronghold to the south—a place where the Inquisitors and high obligators of the Lord Rulers religion had retreated after the Collapse.

  "Empty?" Sazed asked. "That isnt likely, I think. "

  "True nonetheless," Marsh said. He didnt use body language as he spoke—no gesturing, no movements of the face.

  "I. . . " Sazed trailed off. What kinds of information, wonders, secrets, the Conventicals libraries must hold.

  "You must come with me," Marsh said. "I may need help, should my brethren discover us. "

  My brethren. Since when are the Inquisitors Marshs "brethren"? Marsh had infiltrated their numbers as part of Kelsiers plan to overthrow the Final Empire. He was a traitor to their numbers, not their brother.

  Sazed hesitated. Marshs profile looked. . . unnatural, even unnerving, in the dim light. Dangerous.

  Dont be foolish, Sazed chastised himself. Marsh was Kelsiers brother—the Survivors only living relative. As an Inquisitor, Marsh had authority over the Steel Ministry, and many of the obligators had listened to him despite his involvement with the rebellion. He had been an invaluable resource for Elend Ventures fledgling government.

  "Go get your things," Marsh said.

  My place is here, Sazed thought. Teaching the people, not gallivanting across the countryside, chasing my own ego.

  And yet. . .

  "The mists are coming during the day," Marsh said quietly.

  Sazed looked up. Marsh was staring at him, the heads of his spikes shining like round disks in the last slivers of sunlight. Superstitious skaa thought that Inquisitors could read minds, though Sazed knew that was foolish. Inquisitors had the powers of Mistborn, and could therefore influence other peoples emotions—but they could not read minds.

  "Why did you say that?" Sazed asked.

  "Because it is true," Marsh said. "This is not over, Sazed. It has not yet begun. The Lord Ruler. . . he was just a delay. A cog. Now that he is gone, we have little time remaining. Come with me to the Conventical—we must search it while we have the opportunity. "

  Sazed paused, then nodded. "Let me go explain to the villagers. We can leave tonight, I think. "

  Marsh nodded, but he didnt move as Sazed retreated to the village. He just remained, standing in the darkness, letting the mist gather around him.

  It all comes back to poor Alendi. I feel bad for him, and for all the things he has been forced to endure. For what he has been forced to become.

  8

  VIN THREW HERSELF INTO THE mists. She soared in the night air, passing over darkened homes and streets. An occasional, furtive bob of light glowed in the mists—a guard patrol, or perhaps an unfortunate late-night traveler.

  Vin began to descend, and she immediately flipped a coin out before herself. She Pushed against it, her weight plunging it down into the quiet depths. As soon as it hit the street below, her Push forced her upward, and she sprang back into the air. Soft Pushes were very difficult—so each coin she Pushed against, each jump she made, threw her into the air at a terrible speed. The jumping of a Mistborn wasnt like a birds flight. It was more like the path of a ricocheting arrow.

  And yet, there was a grace to it. Vin breathed deeply as she arced above the city, tasting the cool, humid air. Luthadel by day smelled of burning forges, sun-heated refuse, and fallen ash. At night, however, the mists gave the air a beautiful chill crispness—almost a cleanliness.

  Vin crested her jump, and she hung for just a brief moment as her momentum changed. Then she began to plummet back toward the city. Her mistcloak tassels fluttered around her, mingling with her hair. She fell with her eyes closed, remembering her first few weeks in the mist, training beneath Kelsiers relaxed—yet watchful—tutelage. He had given her this. Freedom. Despite two years as a Mistborn, she had never lost the sense of intoxicating wonder she felt when soaring through the mists.

  She burned steel with her eyes closed; the lines appeared anyway, visible as a spray of threadlike blue lines set against the blackness of her eyelids. She picked two, pointing downward behind her, and Pushed, throwing herself into an other arc.

  What did I ever do without this? Vin thought, opening her eyes, whipping her mistcloak behind her with a throw of the arm.

  Eventually, she began to fall again, and this time she didnt toss a coin. She burned pewter to strengthen her limbs, and landed with a thump on the wall surrounding Keep Ventures grounds. Her bronze showed no signs of Allomantic activity nearby, and her steel revealed no unusual patterns of metal moving toward the keep.

  Vin crouched on the dark wall for a few moments, right at the edge, toes curling over the lip of the stone. The rock was cool beneath her feet, and her tin made her skin far more sensitive than normal. She could tell that the wall needed to be cleaned; lichens were beginning to grow along its side, encouraged by the nights humidity, protected from the days sun by a nearby tower.

  Vin remained quiet, watching a slight breeze push and churn the mists. She heard the movement on the street below before she saw it. She tensed, checking her reserves, before she was able to discern a wolfhounds shape in the shadows.

  She dropped a coin over the side of the wall, then leapt off. OreSeur waited as she landed quietly before him, using a quick Push on the coin to slow her descent.

  "You move quickly," Vin noted appreciatively.

  "All I had to do was round the palace grounds, Mistress. "

  "Still, you stuck closer to me this time than you ever did before. That wolfhounds body is faster than a human one. "

  OreSeur paused. "I suppose," he admitted.

  "Think you can follow me through the city?"

  "Probably," OreSeur said. "If you lose me, I will return to this point so you can retrieve me. "

  Vin turned and dashed down a side street. OreSeur then took off quietly behind her, following.

  Lets see how well he does in a more demanding chase, she thought, burning pewter and increasing her speed. She sprinted along the cool cobbles, barefoot as always. A normal man could never have maintained such a speed. Even a trained runner couldnt have kept pace with her, for he would have quickly tired.

  With pewter, however, Vin could run for hours at breakneck speeds. It gave her strength, lent her an unreal sense of balance, as she shot down the dark, mist-ruled street, a flurry of cloak tassels and bare feet.

  OreSeur kept pace. He loped beside her in the night, breathing heavily, focused on his running.

  Impressive, Vin thought, then turned down an alleyway. She easily jumped the six-foot-tall fence at the back, passing into the garden of some lesser noblemans mansion. She spun, skidding on the wet grass, and watched.

  OreSeur crested the top of the wooden fence, his dark, canine form dropping through the mists to land in the loam before Vin. He came to a stop, resting on his haunches, waiting quietly, panting. There was a look of defiance in his eyes.

  All right, Vin thought, pulling out a handful of coins. Follow this.

  She dropped a coin and threw herself backward up into the air. She spun in the mists, twisting, then Pushed herself sideways off a well spigot. She landed on a rooftop and jumped off, using another coin to Push herself over the street below.

  She kept going, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, using coins when necessary. She occasionally shot a glance behind, and saw a dark form struggling to keep up. Hed rarely followed her as a human; usually, she had checked in with him at specific points. Moving out in the night, jumping through the mists. . . this was the true domain of the Mistborn. Did Elend understand what he asked when he told her to bring OreSeur with her? If she stayed down on the streets, shed expose herself.

  She landed on a rooftop, jarring to a sudden halt as she grabbed hold of the buildings stone lip, leaning out over a street three stories below. She maintained her balance, mist swirling below her. All was silent. r />
  Well, that didnt take long, she thought. Ill just have to explain to Elend that—

  OreSeurs canine form thumped to the rooftop a short distance away. He padded over to her, then sat down on his haunches, waiting expectantly.

  Vin frowned. Shed traveled for a good ten minutes, running over rooftops with the speed of a Mistborn. "How. . . how did you get up here?" she demanded.

  "I jumped atop a shorter building, then used it to reach these tenements, Mistress," OreSeur said. "Then I followed you along the rooftops. They are placed so closely together that it was not difficult to jump from one to another. "

  Vins confusion must have shown, for OreSeur continued. "I may have been. . . hasty in my judgment of these bones, Mistress. They certainly do have an impressive sense of smell—in fact, all of their senses are quite keen. It was surprisingly easy to track you, even in the darkness. "

  "I. . . see," Vin said. "Well, thats good. "

  "Might I ask, Mistress, the purpose of that chase?"

  Vin shrugged. "I do this sort of thing every night. "

  "It seemed like you were particularly intent on losing me. It will be very difficult to protect you if you dont let me stay near you. "

  "Protect me?" Vin asked. "You cant even fight. "

  "The Contract forbids me from killing a human," OreSeur said. "I could, however, go for help should you need it. "

  Or throw me a bit of atium in a moment of danger, Vin admitted. Hes right—he could be useful. Why am I so determined to leave him behind?

  She glanced over at OreSeur, who sat patiently, his chest puffing from exertion. She hadnt realized that kandra even needed to breathe.

  He ate Kelsier.

  "Come on," Vin said. She jumped from the building, Pushing herself off a coin. She didnt pause to see if OreSeur followed.

  As she fell, she reached for another coin, but decided not to use it. She Pushed against a passing window bracket instead. Like most Mistborn, she often used clips—the smallest denomination of coin—to jump. It was very convenient that the economy supplied a prepackaged bit of metal of an ideal size and weight for jumping and shooting. To most Mistborn, the cost of a thrown clip—or even a bag of them—was negligible.

  But Vin was not most Mistborn. In her younger years, a handful of clips would have seemed an amazing treasure. That much money could have meant food for weeks, if she scrimped. It also could have meant pain—even death—if the other thieves had discovered that shed obtained such a fortune.

  It had been a long time since shed gone hungry. Though she still kept a pack of dried foods in her quarters, she did so more out of habit than anxiety. She honestly wasnt sure what she thought of the changes within her. It was nice not to have to worry about basic necessities—and yet, those worries had been replaced by ones far more daunting. Worries involving the future of an entire nation.

  The future of. . . a people. She landed on the city wall—a structure much higher, and much better fortified, than the small wall around Keep Venture. She hopped up on the battlements, fingers seeking a hold on one of the merlons as she leaned over the edge of the wall, looking out over the armys fires.

  She had never met Straff Venture, but she had heard enough from Elend to be worried.

 

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