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by Brandon Sanderson

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  Vin pulled back as Demoux finally ended the meeting. She lay for a moment, trying to decide how she felt. Shed been near certain about Demoux, but now her suspicions seemed unfounded. Hed gone out at night, true, but she saw now what he was doing. Plus, hed acted so suspiciously when sneaking out. It seemed to her, as she reflected, that a kandra would know how to go about things in a much more natural way.

  Its not him, she thought. Or, if it is, hes not going to be as easy to unmask as I thought. She frowned in frustration. Finally, she just sighed, rising, and walked to the other side of the roof. OreSeur followed, and Vin glanced at him. "When Kelsier told you to take his body," she said, "what did he want you to preach to these people?"

  "Mistress?" OreSeur asked.

  "He had you appear, as if you were him returned from the grave. "

  "Yes. "

  "Well, what did he have you say?"

  OreSeur shrugged. "Very simple things, Mistress. I told them that the time for rebellion had arrived. I told them that I—Kelsier—had returned to give them hope for victory. "

  I represent that thing youve never been able to kill, no matter how hard you try. They had been Kelsiers final words, spoken face-to-face with the Lord Ruler. I am hope.

  I am hope.

  Was it any wonder that this concept would become central to the church that sprang up around him? "Did he have you teach things like we just heard Demoux say?" Vin asked. "About the ash no longer falling, and the sun turning yellow?"

  "No, Mistress. "

  "Thats what I thought," Vin said as she heard rustling on the stones below. She glanced over the side of the building, and saw Demoux returning to the palace.

  Vin dropped to the alleyway floor behind him. To the mans credit, he heard her, and he spun, hand on dueling cane.

  "Peace, Captain," she said, rising.

  "Lady Vin?" he asked with surprise.

  She nodded, approaching closer so that hed be able to see her better in the night. Fading torchlight still lit the air from behind, swirls of mist playing with shadows.

  "I didnt know you were a member of the Church of the Survivor," she said softly.

  He looked down. Though he was easily two hands taller than she, he seemed to shrink a bit before her. "I. . . I know it makes you uncomfortable. Im sorry. "

  "Its all right," she said. "You do a good thing for the people. Elend will appreciate hearing of your loyalty. "

  Demoux looked up. "Do you have to tell him?"

  "He needs to know what the people believe, Captain. Why would you want me to keep it quiet?"

  Demoux sighed. "I just. . . I dont want the crew to think Im out here pandering to the people. Ham thinks preaching about the Survivor is silly, and Lord Breeze says the only reason to encourage the church is to make people more pliant. "

  Vin regarded him in the darkness. "You really believe, dont you?"

  "Yes, my lady. "

  "But you knew Kelsier," she said. "You were with us from near the beginning. You know hes no god. "

  Demoux looked up, a bit of a challenge in his eyes. "He died to overthrow the Lord Ruler. "

  "That doesnt make him divine. "

  "He taught us how to survive, to have hope. "

  "You survived before," Vin said. "People had hope before Kelsier got thrown in those pits. "

  "Not like we do now," Demoux said. "Besides. . . he had power, my lady. I felt it. "

  Vin paused. She knew the story; Kelsier had used Demoux as an example to the rest of the army in a fight with a skeptic, directing his blows with Allomancy, making Demoux seem as if he had supernatural powers.

  "Oh, I know about Allomancy now," Demoux said. "But. . . I felt him Pushing on my sword that day. I felt him use me, making me more than I was. I think I can still feel him, sometimes. Strengthening my arm, guiding my blade. . . . "

  Vin frowned. "Do you remember the first time we met?"

  Demoux nodded. "Yes. You came to the caverns where we were hiding on the day when the army was destroyed. I was on guard duty. You know, my lady—even then, I knew that Kelsier would come for us. I knew that hed come and get those of us who had been faithful and guide us back to Luthadel. "

  He went to those caves because I forced him to. He wanted to get himself killed fighting an army on his own.

  "The destruction of the army was a test," Demoux said, looking up into the mists. "These armies. . . the siege. . . theyre just tests. To see if we will survive or not. "

  "And the ash?" Vin asked. "Where did you hear that it would stop falling?"

  Demoux turned back to her. "The Survivor taught that, didnt he?"

  Vin shook her head.

  "A lot of the people are saying it," Demoux said. "It must be true. It fits with everything else—the yellow sun, the blue sky, the plants. . . . "

  "Yes, but where did you first hear those things?"

  "Im not sure, my lady. "

  Where did you hear that I would be the one to bring them about? she thought, but she somehow couldnt bring herself to voice the question. Regardless, she knew the answer: Demoux wouldnt know. Rumors were propagating. It would be difficult indeed to trace them back to their source now.

  "Go back to the palace," Vin said. "I have to tell Elend what I saw, but Ill ask him not to tell the rest of the crew. "

  "Thank you, my lady," Demoux said, bowing. He turned and hurried away. A second later, Vin heard a thump from behind: OreSeur, jumping down to the street.

  She turned. "I was sure it was him. "

  "Mistress?"

  "The kandra," Vin said, turning back toward the disappearing Demoux. "I thought Id discovered him. "

  "And?"

  She shook her head. "Its like Dockson—I think Demoux knows too much to be faking. He feels. . . real to me. "

  "My brethren—"

  "Are quite skilled," Vin said with a sigh. "Yes, I know. But were not going to arrest him. Not tonight, at least. Well keep an eye on him, but I just dont think its him anymore. "

  OreSeur nodded.

  "Come on," she said. "I want to check on Elend. "

  And so, I come to the focus of my argument. I apologize. Even forcing my words into steel, sitting and scratching in this frozen cave, I am prone to ramble.

  37

  SAZED GLANCED AT THE WINDOW SHUTTERS, noting the hesitant beams of light that were beginning to shine through the cracks. Morning already? he thought. We studied all night? It hardly seemed possible. He had tapped no wakefulness, yet he felt more alert—more alive—than he had in days.

  Tindwyl sat in the chair beside him. Sazeds desk was filled with loose papers, two sets of ink and pen waiting to be used. There were no books; Keepers had no need of such.

  "Ah!" Tindwyl said, grabbing a pen and beginning to write. She didnt look tired either, but she had likely dipped into her bronzemind, tapping the wakefulness stored within.

  Sazed watched her write. She almost looked young again; he hadnt seen such overt excitement in her since she had been abandoned by the Breeders some ten years before. On that day, her grand work finished, she had finally joined her fellow Keepers. Sazed had been the one to present her with the collected knowledge that had been discovered during her thirty years of cloistered childbirth.

  It hadnt taken her long to achieve a place in the Synod. By then, however, Sazed had been ousted from their ranks.

  Tindwyl finished writing. "The passage is from a biography of King Wednegon," she said. "He was one of the last leaders who resisted the Lord Ruler in any sort of meaningful combat. "

  "I know who he was," Sazed said, smiling.

  She paused. "Of course. " She obviously wasnt accustomed to studying with someone who had access to as much information as she did. She pushed the written passage over to Sazed; even with his mental indexes and self-notes, it would be faster for her to write out the passage than
it would be for him to try and find it within his own copperminds.

  I spent a great deal of time with the king during his final weeks, the text read.

  He seemed frustrated, as one might imagine. His soldiers could not stand against the Conquerors koloss, and his men had been beaten back repeatedly ever since FellSpire. However, the king didnt blame his soldiers. He thought that his problems came from another source: food.

  He mentioned this idea several times during those last days. He thought that if hed had more food, he could have held out. In this, Wednegon blamed the Deepness. For, though the Deepness had been defeated—or at least weakened—its touch had depleted Darrelnais food stores.

  His people could not both raise food and resist the Conquerors demon armies. In the end, that was why they fell.

  Sazed nodded slowly. "How much of this text do we have?"

  "Not much," Tindwyl said. "Six or seven pages. This is the only section that mentions the Deepness. "

  Sazed sat quietly for a moment, rereading the passage. Finally, he looked up at Tindwyl. "You think Lady Vin is right, dont you? You think the Deepness was mist. "

  Tindwyl nodded.

  "I agree," Sazed said. "At the very least, what we now call the Deepness was some sort of change in the mist. "

  "And your arguments from before?"

  "Proven wrong," Sazed said, setting down the paper. "By your words and my own studies. I did not wish this to be true, Tindwyl. "

  Tindwyl raised an eyebrow. "You defied the Synod again to seek after something you didnt even want to believe?"

  He looked into her eyes. "There is a difference between fearing something and desiring it. The return of the Deepness could destroy us. I did not want this information—but neither could I pass by the opportunity to discover it. "

  Tindwyl looked away. "I do not believe that this will destroy us, Sazed. You have made a grand discovery, that I will admit. The writings of the man Kwaan tell us much. Indeed, if the Deepness was the mists, then our understanding of the Lord Rulers Ascension has been enhanced greatly. "

  "And if the mists are growing stronger?" Sazed asked. "If, by killing the Lord Ruler, we also destroyed whatever force was keeping the mists chained?"

  "We have no proof that the mists are coming by day," Tindwyl said. "And on the possibility of them killing people, we have only your hesitant theories. "

  Sazed glanced away. On the table, his fingers had smudged Tindwyls hurriedly written words. "That is true," he said.

  Tindwyl sighed softly in the dim room. "Why do you never defend yourself, Sazed?"

  "What defense is there?"

  "There must be some. You apologize and ask forgiveness, but your apparent guilt never seems to change your behavior! Do you never think that, perhaps, if you had been more outspoken, you might be leading the Synod? They cast you out because you refused to offer arguments on your own behalf. Youre the most contrite rebel Ive ever known. "

  Sazed didnt respond. He glanced to the side, seeing her concerned eyes. Beautiful eyes. Foolish thoughts, he told himself, looking away. Youve always known that. Some things were meant for others, but never for you.

 

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