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Sazed was about to leave the room when his lamp revealed something at the back. Another doorway.
He moved forward, trying to ignore the dried blood at his feet, and entered a chamber that didnt seem to match the rest of the Conventicals daunting architecture. It was cut directly into the stone, and it twisted down into a very small stairwell. Curious, Sazed walked down the set of worn stone steps. For the first time since entering the building, he felt cramped, and he had to stoop as he reached the bottom of the stairwell and entered a small chamber. He stood up straight, and held up his lamp to reveal. . .
A wall. The room ended abruptly, and his light sparkled off the wall. It held a steel plate, like those above. This one was a good five feet across, and nearly as tall. And it bore writing. Suddenly interested, Sazed set down his pack and stepped forward, raising his lamp to read the top words on the wall.
The text was in Terris.
It was an old dialect, certainly, but one that Sazed could make out even without his language coppermind. His hand trembled as he read the words.
I write these words in steel, for anything not set in metal cannot be trusted.
I have begun to wonder if I am the only sane man remaining. Can the others not see? They have been waiting so long for their hero to come—the one spoken of in Terris prophecies—that they quickly jump between conclusions, presuming that each story and legend applies to this one man.
My brethren ignore the other facts. They cannot connect the other strange things that are happening. They are deaf to my objections and blind to my discoveries.
Perhaps they are right. Perhaps I am mad, or jealous, or simply daft. My name is Kwaan. Philosopher, scholar, traitor. I am the one who discovered Alendi, and I am the one who first proclaimed him to be the Hero of Ages. I am the one who started this all.
And I am the one who betrayed him, for I now know that he must never be allowed to complete his quest.
"Sazed. "
Sazed jumped, nearly dropping the lamp. Marsh stood in the doorway behind him. Imperious, discomforting, and so dark. He fit this place, with its lines and hardness.
"The upstairs quarters are empty," Marsh said. "This trip has been a waste—my brethren took anything of use with them. "
"Not a waste, Marsh," Sazed said, turning back to the plate of text. He hadnt read all of it; he hadnt even gotten close. The script was written in a tight, cramped hand, its etchings coating the wall. The steel had preserved the words despite their obvious age. Sazeds heart beat a little faster.
This was a fragment of text from before the Lord Rulers reign. A fragment written by a Terris philosopher—a holy man. Despite ten centuries of searching, the Keepers had never fulfilled the original goal of their creation: they had never discovered their own Terris religion.
The Lord Ruler had squelched Terris religious teachings soon after his rise to power. His persecution of the Terris people—his own people—had been the most complete of his long reign, and the Keepers had never found more than vague fragments regarding what their own people had once believed.
"I have to copy this down, Marsh," Sazed said, reaching for his pack. Taking a visual memory wouldnt work—no man could stare at a wall of so much text, then remember the words. He could, perhaps, read them into his coppermind. However, he wanted a physical record, one that perfectly preserved the structure of lines and punctuation.
Marsh shook his head. "We will not stay here. I do not think we should even have come. "
Sazed paused, looking up. Then he pulled several large sheets of paper from his pack. "Very well, then," he said. "Ill take a rubbing. That will be better anyway, I think. It will let me see the text exactly as it was written. "
Marsh nodded, and Sazed got out his charcoal.
This discovery. . . he thought with excitement. This will be like Rasheks logbook. We are getting close!
However, even as he began the rubbing—his hands moving carefully and precisely—another thought occurred to him. With a text like this in his possession, his sense of duty would no longer let him wander the villages. He had to return to the north to share what he had found, lest he die and this text be lost. He had to go to Terris.
Or. . . to Luthadel. From there he could send messages north. He had a valid excuse to get back to the center of action, to see the other crewmembers again.
Why did that make him feel even more guilty?
When I finally had the realization—finally connected all of the signs of the Anticipation to Alendi—I was so excited. Yet, when I announced my discovery to the other Worldbringers, I was met with scorn.
Oh, how I wish that I had listened to them.
13
MIST SWIRLED AND SPUN, LIKE monochrome paints running together on a canvas. Light died in the west, and night came of age.
Vin frowned. "Does it seem like the mists are coming earlier?"
"Earlier?" OreSeur asked in his muffled voice. The kandra wolfhound sat next to her on the rooftop.
Vin nodded. "Before, the mists didnt start to appear until after it grew dark, right?"
"It is dark, Mistress. "
"But theyre already here—they started to gather when the sun was barely beginning to set. "
"I dont see that it matters, Mistress. Perhaps the mists are simply like other weather patterns—they vary, sometimes. "
"Doesnt it even seem a little strange to you?"
"I will think it strange if you wish me to, Mistress," OreSeur said.
"That isnt what I meant. "
"I apologize, Mistress," OreSeur said. "Tell me what you do mean, and I will be certain to believe as commanded. "
Vin sighed, rubbing her brow. I wish Sazed were back. . . she thought. It was an idle wish, however. Even if Sazed were in Luthadel, he wouldnt be her steward. The Terrismen no longer called any man master. Shed have to make do with OreSeur. The kandra, at least, could provide information that Sazed could not—assuming she could get it out of him.
"We need to find the impostor," Vin said. "The one who. . . replaced someone. "
"Yes, Mistress," OreSeur said.
Vin sat back in the mists, reclining on a slanted rooftop, resting her arms back on the tiles. "Then, I need to know more about you. "
"Me, Mistress?"
"Kandra in general. If Im going to find this impostor, I need to know how he thinks, need to understand his motivations. "
"His motivations will be simple, Mistress," OreSeur said. "He will be following his Contract. "
"What if hes acting without a Contract?"
OreSeur shook his canine head. "Kandra always have a Contract. Without one, they are not allowed to enter human society. "
"Never?" Vin asked.
"Never. "
"And what if this is some kind of rogue kandra?" Vin said.
"Such a thing does not exist," OreSeur said firmly.
Oh? Vin thought skeptically. However, she let the matter drop. There was little reason for a kandra to infiltrate the palace on his own; it was far more likely that one of Elends enemies had sent the creature. One of the warlords, perhaps, or maybe the obligators. Even the other nobility in the city would have had good reason to spy on Elend.
"Okay," Vin said. "The kandra is a spy, sent to gather information for another human. "
"Yes. "
"But," Vin said, "if he did take the body of someone in the palace, he didnt kill them himself. Kandra cant kill humans, right?"
OreSeur nodded. "We are all bound by that rule. "
"So, somebody snuck into the palace, murdered a member of the staff, then had their kandra take the body. " She paused, trying to work through the problem. "The most dangerous possibilities—the crewmembers—should be considered first. Fortunately, since the killing happened yesterday, we can eliminate Breeze, who was outside the city at the time. "
OreSeur nodded.
"We can el
iminate Elend as well," Vin said. "He was with us on the wall yesterday. "
"That still leaves the majority of the crew, Mistress. "
Vin frowned, sitting back. Shed tried to establish solid alibis for Ham, Dockson, Clubs, and Spook. However, all of them had had at least a few hours unaccounted for. Long enough for a kandra to digest them and take their place.
"All right," she said. "So, how do I find the impostor? How can I tell him from other people?"
OreSeur sat quietly in the mists.
"There has to be a way," Vin said. "His imitation cant be perfect. Would cutting him work?"
OreSeur shook his head. "Kandra replicate a body perfectly, Mistress—blood, flesh, skin, and muscle. You have seen that when I split my skin. "
Vin sighed, standing and stepping up on the tip of the peaked rooftop. The mists were already full, and the night was quickly becoming black. She began to walk idly back and forth on the ridge, an Allomancers balance keeping her from falling.
"Perhaps I can just see who isnt acting oddly," she said. "Are most kandra as good at imitation as you are?"
"Among kandra, my own skill is average. Some are worse, others are better. "
"But no actor is perfect," Vin said.
"Kandra dont often make mistakes, Mistress," OreSeur said. "But, this is probably your best method. Be warned, however—he could be anyone. My kind are very skilled. "
Vin paused. Its not Elend, she told herself forcibly. He was with me all day yesterday. Except in the morning.
Too long, she decided. We were on the wall for hours, and those bones were freshly expelled. Besides, Id know if it were him. . . wouldnt I?
She shook her head. "There has to be another way. Can I spot a kandra with Allomancy somehow?"
OreSeur didnt answer immediately. She turned toward him in the darkness, studying his canine face. "What?" she asked.
"These are not things we speak of with outsiders. "
Vin sighed. "Tell me anyway. "
"Do you command me to speak?"
"I dont really care to command you in anything. "
"Then I may leave?" OreSeur asked. "You do not wish to command me, so our Contract is dissolved?"
"That isnt what I meant," Vin said.
OreSeur frowned—a strange expression to see on a dogs face. "It would be easier for me if you would try to say what you mean, Mistress. "
Vin gritted her teeth. "Why is it youre so hostile?"
"Im not hostile, Mistress. I am your servant, and will do as you command. That is part of the Contract. "
"Sure. Are you like this with all of your masters?"
"With most, I am fulfilling a specific role," OreSeur said. "I have bones to imitate—a person to become, a personality to adopt. You have given me no direction; just the bones of this. . . animal. "
So thats it, Vin thought. Still annoyed by the dogs body. "Look, those bones dont really change anything. You are still the same person. "
"You do not understand. It is not who a kandra is thats important. Its who a kandra becomes. The bones he takes, the role he fulfills. None of my previous masters have asked me to do something like this. "
"Well, Im not like other masters," Vin said. "Anyway, I asked you a question. Is there a way I can spot a kandra with Allomancy? And yes, I command you to speak. "
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