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"You can, perhaps, learn to be a king, Elend Venture," Tindwyl said. "Until then, youll just have to learn to fake it. "
Elends angry response was cut off by a knock at the door. Elend gritted his teeth, turning. "Come in. "
The door swung open. "Theres news," Captain Demoux said, his youthful face excited as he entered. "I—" He froze.
Elend cocked his head. "Yes?"
"I. . . uh. . . " Demoux paused, looked Elend over again before continuing. "Ham sent me, Your Majesty. He says that a messenger from one of the kings has arrived. "
"Really?" Elend said. "From Lord Cett?"
"No, Your Majesty. The messenger is from your father. "
Elend frowned. "Well, tell Ham Ill be there in a moment. "
"Yes, Your Majesty," Demoux said, retreating. "Uh, I like the new uniform, Your Majesty. "
"Thank you, Demoux," Elend said. "Do you, by chance, know where Lady Vin is? I havent seen her all day. "
"I think shes in her quarters, Your Majesty. "
Her quarters? She never stays there. Is she sick?
"Do you want me to summon her?" Demoux asked.
"No, thank you," Elend said. "Ill get her. Tell Ham to make the messenger comfortable. "
Demoux nodded, then withdrew.
Elend turned to Tindwyl, who was smiling to herself with a look of satisfaction. Elend brushed by her, walking over to grab his notebook. "Im going to learn to do more than just fake being king, Tindwyl. "
"Well see. "
Elend shot a glance at the middle-aged Terriswoman in her robes and jewelry.
"Practice expressions like that one," Tindwyl noted, "and you just might do it. "
"Is that all it is, then?" Elend asked. "Expressions and costumes? Is that what makes a king?"
"Of course not. "
Elend stopped by the door, turning back. "Then, what does? What do you think makes a man a good king, Tindwyl of Terris?"
"Trust," Tindwyl said, looking him in the eyes. "A good king is one who is trusted by his people—and one who deserves that trust. "
Elend paused, then nodded. Good answer, he acknowledged, then pulled open the door and rushed out to find Vin.
If only the Terris religion, and belief in the Anticipation, hadnt spread beyond our people.
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THE PILES OF PAPER SEEMED to multiply as Vin found more and more ideas in the logbook that she wanted to isolate and remember. What were the prophecies about the Hero of Ages? How did the logbook author know where to go, and what did he think hed have to do when he got there?
Eventually, lying amid the mess—overlapping piles turned in odd directions to keep them separate—Vin acknowledged a distasteful fact. She was going to have to take notes.
With a sigh, she rose and crossed the room, stepping carefully over several stacks and approaching the rooms desk. Shed never used it before; in fact, shed complained about it to Elend. What need did she have of a writing desk?
So shed thought. She selected a pen, then pulled out a little jar of ink, remembering the days when Reen had taught her to write. Hed quickly grown frustrated with her scratchings, complaining about the cost of ink and paper. Hed taught her to read so that she could decipher contracts and imitate a noblewoman, but hed thought that writing was less useful. In general, Vin shared this opinion.
Apparently, however, writing had uses even if one wasnt a scribe. Elend was always scribbling notes and memos to himself; shed often been impressed by how quickly he could write. How did he make the letters come so easily?
She grabbed a couple of blank sheets of paper and walked back over to her sorted piles. She sat down with crossed legs and unscrewed the top of the ink bottle.
"Mistress," OreSeur noted, still lying with his paws before him, "you do realize that you just left the writing desk behind to sit on the floor. "
Vin looked up. "And?"
"The purpose of a writing desk is, well, writing. "
"But my papers are all over here. "
"Papers can be moved, I believe. If they prove too heavy, you could always burn pewter to give yourself more strength. "
Vin eyed his amused face as she inked the nib of her pen. Well, at least hes displaying something other than his dislike of me. "The floor is more comfortable. "
"If you say so, Mistress, I will believe it to be true. "
She paused, trying to determine if he was still mocking her or not. Blasted dogs face, she thought. Too hard to read.
With a sigh, she leaned down and began to write out the first word. She had to make each line precisely so that the ink didnt smudge, and she had to pause often to sound out words and find the right letters. Shed barely written a couple of sentences before a knock came at her door. She looked up with a frown. Who was bothering her?
"Come in," she called.
She heard a door open in the other room, and Elends voice called out. "Vin?"
"In here," she said, turning back to her writing. "Why did you knock?"
"Well, you might have been changing," he said, entering.
"So?" Vin asked.
Elend chuckled. "Two years, and privacy is still a strange concept to you. "
Vin looked up. "Well, I did—"
For just the briefest flash of a moment, she thought he was someone else. Her instincts kicked in before her brain, and she reflexively dropped the pen, jumping up and flaring pewter.
Then she stopped.
"That much of a change, eh?" Elend asked, holding out his arms so she could get a better look at his costume.
Vin put a hand to her chest, so shocked that she stepped right on one of her stacks. It was Elend, but it wasnt. The brilliant white costume, with its sharp lines and firm figure, looked so different from his normal loose jacket and trousers. He seemed more commanding. More regal.
"You cut your hair," she said, walking around him slowly, studying the costume.
"Tindwyls idea," he said. "What do you think?"
"Less for people to grab on to in a fight," Vin said.
Elend smiled. "Is that all you think about?"
"No," Vin said absently, reaching up to tug his cape. It came free easily, and she nodded approvingly. Mistcloaks were the same; Elend wouldnt have to worry about someone grabbing his cape in a fight.
She stepped back, arms folded. "Does this mean I can cut my hair, too?"
Elend paused just briefly. "Youre always free to do what you want, Vin. But, I kind of think its pretty longer. "
It stays, then.
"Anyway," Elend said. "You approve?"
"Definitely," Vin said. "You look like a king. " Though, she suspected a part of her would miss the tangle-haired, disheveled Elend. There had been something. . . endearing about that mixture of earnest competence and distracted inattention.
"Good," Elend said. "Because I think were going to need the advantage. A messenger just. . . " He trailed off, looking over her stacks of paper. "Vin? Were you doing research?"
Vin flushed. "I was just looking through the logbook, trying to find references to the Deepness. "
"You were!" Elend stepped forward excitedly. To her chagrin, he quickly located the paper with her fledgling notes on it. He held the paper up, then looked over at her. "Did you write this?"
"Yes," she said.
"Your penmanship is beautiful," he said, sounding a bit surprised. "Why didnt you tell me you could write like this?"
"Didnt you say something about a messenger?"
Elend put the sheet back down, looking oddly like a proud parent. "Right. A messenger from my fathers army has arrived. Im making him wait for a bit—it didnt seem wise to appear too eager. But, we should probably go meet with him. "
Vin nodded, waving to OreSeur. The kandra rose and padded to her side, and the three of them left her quarters.
That was one nice
thing about books and notes. They could always wait for another time.
They found the messenger waiting in the third-floor Venture atrium. Vin and Elend walked in, and she stopped immediately.
It was him. The Watcher.
Elend stepped forward to meet the man, and Vin grabbed his arm. "Wait," she hissed quietly.
Elend turned, confused.
If that man has atium, Vin thought with a stab of panic, Elend is dead. Were all dead.
The Watcher stood quietly. He didnt look much like a messenger or courier. He wore all black, even a pair of black gloves. He wore trousers and a silken shirt, with no cloak or cape. She remembered that face. It was him.
But. . . she thought, if hed wanted to kill Elend, he could have done so already. The thought frightened her, yet she had to admit it was true.
"What?" Elend asked, standing in the doorway with her.
"Be careful," she whispered. "This is no simple messenger. That man is Mistborn. "
Elend paused, frowning. He turned back toward the Watcher, who stood quietly, clasping his hands behind his back, looking confident. Yes, he was Mistborn; only a man such as he could walk into an enemy palace, completely surrounded by guards, and not be the slightest bit unsettled.
"All right," Elend said, finally stepping into the room. "Straffs man. You bring a message for me?"
"Not just a message, Your Majesty," the Watcher said. "My name is Zane, and I am something of an. . . ambassador. Your father was very pleased to receive your invitation for an alliance. Hes glad that you are finally seeing reason. "
Vin studied the Watcher, this "Zane. " What was his game? Why come himself? Why reveal who he was?
Elend nodded, keeping a distance from Zane. "Two armies," Elend said, "camped outside my door. . . well, thats not the kind of thing I can ignore. Id like to meet with my father and discuss possibilities for the future. "
"I think he would enjoy that," Zane said. "It has been some time since he saw you, and he has long regretted your falling-out. You are, after all, his only son. "
"Its been hard on both of us," Elend said. "Perhaps we could set up a tent in which to meet outside the city?"
"Im afraid that wont be possible," Zane said. "His Majesty rightly fears assassins. If you wish to speak with him, hed be happy to host you at his tent in the Venture camp. "
Elend frowned. "Now, I dont think that makes much sense. If he fears assassins, shouldnt I?"
"Im certain he could protect you in his own camp, Your Majesty," Zane said. "You have nothing to fear from Cetts assassins there. "
"I. . . see," Elend said.
"Im afraid that His Majesty was quite firm on this point," Zane said. "You are the one who is eager for an alliance—if you wish a meeting, you will have to come to him. "
Elend glanced at Vin. She continued to watch Zane. The man met her eyes, and spoke. "I have heard reports of the beautiful Mistborn who accompanies the Venture heir. She who slew the Lord Ruler, and was trained by the Survivor himself. "
There was silence in the room for a moment.
Elend finally spoke. "Tell my father that I will consider his offer. "
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