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Elend frowned, looking up at her. "Vin, thats way too far to jump—even for you. "
Vin glanced at him, smiled, then leaped off the wall.
Vin readied the fourteenth metal, duralumin. She had a reserve, but she didnt burn it—not yet. I hope this works, she thought, seeking an appropriate anchor. The tower beside her had a reinforced iron bulwark on the top—that would work.
She Pulled on the bulwark, yanking herself up to the top of the tower. She immediately jumped again, Pushing herself up and out, angling into the air away from the wall. She extinguished all of her metals except for steel and pewter.
Then, still Pushing against the bulwark, she burned duralumin.
A sudden force smashed against her. It was so powerful, she was certain that only an equally powerful flash of pewter held her body together. She blasted away from the keep, hurtling through the sky as if tossed by some giant, invisible god. The air rushed by so quickly that it roared, and the pressure of sudden acceleration made it difficult to think.
She floundered, trying to regain control. She had, fortunately, picked her trajectory well: she was shooting right toward Breeze and his pursuers. Whatever Breeze had done, it had been enough to make someone extremely angry—for there were a full two dozen men charging after him, arrows nocked.
Vin fell, her steel and pewter completely burned away in that single duralumin-fueled flash of power. She grabbed a metal vial off her belt, downing its contents. However, as she tossed the vial away, she suddenly felt an odd sense of vertigo. She wasnt accustomed to jumping during the day. It was strange to see the ground coming at her, strange not to have a mistcloak flapping behind her, strange not to have the mist. . . .
The lead rider lowered his bow, taking sight at Breeze. Neither appeared to have noticed Vin, swooping down like a bird of prey above.
Well, not exactly swooping. Plummeting.
Suddenly snapped back to the moment, Vin burned pewter and threw a coin toward the quickly approaching ground. She Pushed against the coin, using it to slow her momentum and to nudge her to the side. She hit right between Breeze and the archers, landing with a jarring crash, throwing up dust and dirt.
The archer released his arrow.
Even as Vin rebounded, dirt spraying around her, she reached out and Pushed herself back into the air straight at the arrow. Then she Pushed against it. The arrowhead ripped backward—throwing out shards of wood as it split its own shaft in midair—then smacked directly into the forehead of the archer who had released it.
The man toppled from his mount. Vin landed from her rebound. She reached out, Pushing against the horseshoes of the two beasts behind the leader, causing the animals to stumble. The Push threw Vin backward into the air, and cries of equine pain sounded amid the crash of bodies hitting the ground.
Vin continued to Push, flying along the road just a few feet above the ground, quickly catching up with Breeze. The portly man turned in shock, obviously stunned to find Vin hanging in the air beside his galloping horse, her clothing flapping in the wind of her passage. She winked at him, then reached out and Pulled against the armor of another rider.
She immediately lurched in the air. Her body protested the sudden shift in momentum, but she ignored the twist of pain. The man she Pulled against managed to stay in his saddle—until Vin smashed into him feet-first, throwing him backward.
She landed on the black earth, the rider tumbling to the ground beside her. A short distance away, the remaining riders finally reined in their mounts, coming to an abrupt stop a few feet away.
Kelsier probably would have attacked. There were a lot of them, true, but they were wearing armor and their horses were shod. Vin, however, was not Kelsier. She had delayed the riders long enough for Breeze to get away. That was enough.
Vin reached out and Pushed against one of the soldiers, throwing herself backward, leaving the riders to gather their wounded. The soldiers, however, promptly pulled out stone-tipped arrows and nocked their bows.
Vin hissed in frustration as the group took sight. Well, friends, she thought, I suggest that you hang on tightly.
She Pushed slightly against them all, then burned duralumin. The sudden crash of force was expected—the wrench in her chest, the massive flare in her stomach, the howling wind. What she didnt expect was the effect shed have on her anchors. The blast of power scattered men and horses, throwing them into the air like leaves in the wind.
Im going to have to be very careful with this, Vin thought, gritting her teeth and spinning herself in the air. Her steel and pewter were gone again, and she was forced to down her last metal vial. Shed have to start carrying more of those.
She hit the ground running, pewter keeping her from tripping despite her terrific speed. She slowed just slightly, letting the mounted Breeze catch up to her, then increased her pace to keep up with him. She dashed like a sprinter, letting pewters strength and balance keep her upright as she paced the tiring horse. The beast eyed her as they ran, seeming to display a hint of animal frustration to see a human matching it.
They reached the city a few moments later. Breeze reined in as the doors to Iron Gate began to open, but, rather than wait, Vin simply threw down a coin and Pushed, letting her forward momentum carry her toward the walls. As the gates swung open, she Pushed against their studs, and this second Push sent her sailing straight up. She just barely crested the battlements—passing between a pair of startled soldiers—before dropping over the other side. She landed in the courtyard, steadying herself with one hand against the cool stones, as Breeze entered through the gate.
Vin stood. Breeze patted his forehead with a handkerchief as he trotted his animal up beside her. Hed let his hair grow longer since shed last seen him, and he kept it slicked back, its lower edges tickling his collar. It wasnt graying yet, though he was in his mid-forties. He wore no hat—it had probably blown free—but he had on one of his rich suits and silken vests. They were powdered with black ash from his hurried ride.
"Ah, Vin, my dear," Breeze said, breathing almost as deeply as his horse. "I must say, that was a timely arrival on your part. Impressively flamboyant as well. I do hate to force a rescue—but, well, if one is necessary, then it might as well happen with style. "
Vin smiled as he climbed down from the horse—proving he was hardly the most adroit man in the square—and stablehands arrived to care for the beast. Breeze wiped his brow again as Elend, Clubs, and OreSeur scrambled down the steps to the courtyard. One of the aides must have finally found Ham, for he ran up through the courtyard.
"Breeze!" Elend said, approaching and clasping arms with the shorter man.
"Your Majesty," Breeze said. "You are in good health and good humor, I assume?"
"Health, yes," Elend said. "Humor. . . well, there is an army crouching just outside my city. "
"Two armies, actually," Clubs grumbled as he hobbled up.
Breeze folded up his handkerchief. "Ah, and dear Master Cladent. Optimistic as always, I see. "
Clubs snorted. To the side, OreSeur padded up to sit next to Vin.
"And Hammond," Breeze said, eyeing Ham, who was smiling broadly. "Id almost managed to delude myself into forgetting that you would be here when I returned. "
"Admit it," Ham said. "Youre glad to see me. "
"See you, perhaps. Hear you, never. I had grown quite fond of my time spent away from your perpetual, pseudo-philosophical pratterings. "
Ham just smiled a little broader.
"Im glad to see you, Breeze," Elend said. "But your timing could have been a little better. I was hoping that you would be able to stop some of these armies from marching on us. "
"Stop them?" Breeze asked. "Now, why would I want to do that, my dear man? I did, after all, just spend three months working to get Cett to march his army down here. "
Elend paused, and Vin frowned to herself, standing just outside the group. Breeze looked rather pleased with him
self—though that was, admittedly, rather common for him.
"So. . . Lord Cetts on our side?" Elend asked hopefully.
"Of course not," Breeze said. "Hes here to ravage the city and steal your presumed atium supply. "
"You," Vin said. "Youre the one who has been spreading the rumors about the Lord Rulers atium stash, arent you?"
"Of course," Breeze said, eyeing Spook as the boy finally arrived at the gates.
Elend frowned. "But. . . why?"
"Look outside your walls, my dear man," Breeze said. "I knew that your father was going to march on Luthadel eventually—even my powers of persuasion wouldnt have been enough to dissuade him. So, I began spreading rumors in the Western Dominance, then made myself one of Lord Cetts advisors. "
Clubs grunted. "Good plan. Crazy, but good. "
"Crazy?" Breeze said. "My mental stability is no issue here, Clubs. The move was not crazy, but brilliant. "
Elend looked confused. "Not to insult your brilliance, Breeze. But. . . how exactly is bringing a hostile army to our city a good idea?"
"Its basic negotiating strategy, my good man," Breeze explained as a packman handed him his dueling cane, taken off the horse. Breeze used it to gesture westward, toward Lord Cetts army. "When there are only two participants in a negotiation, one is generally stronger than the other. That makes things very difficult for the weaker party—which, in this case, would have been us. "
"Yes," Elend said, "but with three armies, were still the weakest. "
"Ah," Breeze said, holding up the cane, "but those other two parties are fairly even in strength. Straff is likely stronger, but Cett has a very large force. If either of those warlords risks attacking Luthadel, his army will suffer losses—enough losses that he wont be able to defend himself from the third army. To attack us is to expose oneself. "
"And that makes this a standoff," Clubs said.
"Exactly," Breeze said. "Trust me, Elend my boy. In this case, two large, enemy armies are far better than a single large, enemy army. In a three-way negotiation, the weakest party actually has the most power—because his allegiance added to either of the other two will choose the eventual winner. "
Elend frowned. "Breeze, we dont want to give our allegiance to either of these men. "
"I realize that," Breeze said. "However, our opponents do not. By bringing a second army in, Ive given us time to think. Both warlords thought they could get here first. Now that theyve arrived at the same time, theyll have to reevaluate. Im guessing well end up in an extended siege. A couple of months at least. "
"That doesnt explain how were going to get rid of them," Elend said.
Breeze shrugged. "I got them here—you get to decide what to do with them. And Ill tell you, it was no easy task to make Cett arrive on time. He was due to come in a full five days before Venture. Fortunately, a certain. . . malady spread through camp a few days ago. Apparently, someone poisoned the main water supply and gave the entire camp diarrhea. "
Spook, standing behind Clubs, snickered.
"Yes," Breeze said, eyeing the boy. "I thought you might appreciate that. You still an unintelligible nuisance, boy?"
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