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"I didnt kill him," OreSeur said. "We are cautioned to stay out of combat, lest we accidentally cause a human death. Indeed, most of my brethren think that helping someone kill is the same as killing, and feel it is a breach of the Contract. The words are distinct, however. I did nothing wrong. "
"And if that man you tackled had broken his neck?"
"Then I would have returned to my kind for execution," OreSeur said.
Vin smiled. "Then you did risk your life for me. "
"In a small way, I suppose," OreSeur said. "The chances of my actions directly causing that mans death were slim. "
"Thank you anyway. "
OreSeur bowed his head in acceptance.
"Executed," Vin said. "So you can be killed?"
"Of course, Mistress," OreSeur said. "We arent immortal. "
Vin eyed him.
"I will say nothing specific, Mistress," OreSeur said. "As you might imagine, I would rather not reveal the weaknesses of my kind. Please suffice it to say that they exist. "
Vin nodded, but frowned in thought, bringing her knees up to her chest. Something was still bothering her, something about what Elend had said earlier, something about OreSeurs actions. . . .
"But," she said slowly, "you couldnt have been killed by swords or staves, right?"
"Correct," OreSeur said. "Though our flesh looks like yours, and though we feel pain, beating us has no permanent effect. "
"Then why are you afraid?" Vin said, finally lighting upon what was bothering her.
"Mistress?"
"Why did your people make the Contract?" Vin asked. "Why subjugate yourselves to mankind? If our soldiers couldnt hurt you, then why even worry about us?"
"You have Allomancy," OreSeur said.
"So, Allomancy can kill you?"
"No," OreSeur said, shaking his canine head. "It cannot. But, perhaps we should change the topic. Im sorry, Mistress. This is very dangerous ground for me. "
"I understand," Vin said, sighing. "Its just so frustrating. Theres so much I dont know—about the Deepness, about the legal politics. . . even about my own friends!" She sat back, looking up at the ceiling. And theres still a spy in the palace. Demoux or Dockson, likely. Maybe I should just order them both taken and held for a time? Would Elend even do such a thing?
OreSeur was watching her, apparently noting her frustration. Finally, he sighed. "Perhaps there are some things I can speak of, Mistress, if I am careful. What do you know of the origin of the kandra?"
Vin perked up. "Nothing. "
"We did not exist before the Ascension," he said.
"You mean to say that the Lord Ruler created you?"
"That is what our lore teaches," OreSeur said. "We are not certain of our purpose. Perhaps we were to be Fathers spies. "
"Father?" Vin said. "It seems strange to hear him spoken of that way. "
"The Lord Ruler created us, Mistress," OreSeur said. "We are his children. "
"And I killed him," Vin said. "I. . . feel like I should apologize. "
"Just because he is our Father does not mean we accepted everything he did, Mistress," OreSeur said. "Cannot a human man love his father, yet not believe he is a good person?"
"I suppose. "
"Kandra theology about Father is complex," OreSeur said. "Even for us, it is difficult to sort through it sometimes. "
Vin frowned. "OreSeur? How old are you?"
"Old," he said simply.
"Older than Kelsier?"
"Much," OreSeur. "But not as old as you are thinking. I do not remember the Ascension. "
Vin nodded. "Why tell me all of this?"
"Because of your original question, Mistress. Why do we serve the Contract? Well, tell me—if you were the Lord Ruler, and had his power, would you have created servants without building into them a way that you could control them?"
Vin nodded slowly in understanding.
"Father took little thought of the kandra from about the second century after his Ascension," OreSeur said. "We tried to be independent for a time, but it was as I explained, humankind resented us. Feared us. And, some of them knew of our weaknesses. When my ancestors considered their options, they eventually chose voluntary servitude as opposed to forced slavery. "
He created them, Vin thought. She had always shared a bit of Kelsiers view regarding the Lord Ruler—that he was more man than deity. But, if hed truly created a completely new species, then there had to have been some divinity in him.
The power of the Well of Ascension, she thought. He took it for himself—but it didnt last. It must have run out, and quickly. Otherwise, why would he have needed armies to conquer?
An initial burst of power, the ability to create, to change—perhaps to save. Hed pushed back the mists, and in the process hed somehow made the ash begin to fall and the sky turn red. Hed created the kandra to serve him—and probably the koloss, too. He might even have created Allomancers themselves.
And after that, he had returned to being a normal man. Mostly. The Lord Ruler had still held an inordinate amount of power for an Allomancer, and had managed to keep control of his creations—and he had somehow kept the mists from killing.
Until Vin had slain him. Then the koloss had begun to rampage, and the mists had returned. The kandra hadnt been beneath his control at that time, so they remained as they were. But, he built into them a method of control, should he need it. A way to make the kandra serve him. . . .
Vin closed her eyes, and quested out lightly with her Allomantic senses. OreSeur had said that kandra couldnt be affected by Allomancy—but she knew something else about the Lord Ruler, something that had distinguished him from other Allomancers. His inordinate power had allowed him to do things he shouldnt have been able to.
Things like pierce copperclouds, and affect metals inside of a persons body. Maybe that was how he controlled the kandra, the thing that OreSeur was speaking of. The reason they feared Mistborn.
Not because Mistborn could kill them, but because Mistborn could do something else. Enslave them, somehow. Tentatively, testing what hed said earlier, Vin reached out with a Soothing and touched OreSeurs emotions. Nothing happened.
I can do some of the same things as the Lord Ruler, she thought. I can pierce copperclouds. Perhaps, if I just Push harder. . .
She focused, and Pushed on his emotions with a powerful Soothing. Again, nothing happened. Just as hed told her. She sat for a moment. And then, impulsively, she burned duralumin and tried one final, massive Push.
OreSeur immediately let out a howl so bestial and unexpected that Vin jumped to her feet in shock, flaring pewter.
OreSeur fell to the bed, shaking.
"OreSeur!" she said, dropping to her knees, grabbing his head. "Im sorry!"
"Said too much. . . " he muttered, still shaking. "I knew Id said too much. "
"I didnt mean to hurt you," Vin said.
The shaking subsided, and OreSeur fell still for a moment, breathing quietly. Finally, he pulled his head out of her arms. "What you meant is immaterial, Mistress," he said flatly. "The mistake was mine. Please, never do that again. "
"I promise," she said. "Im sorry. "
He shook his head, crawling off the bed. "You shouldnt even have been able to do it. There are strange things about you, Mistress—you are like the Allomancers of old, before the passage of generations dulled their powers. "
"Im sorry," Vin said again, feeling helpless. He saved my life, nearly broke his Contract, and I do this to him. . . .
OreSeur shrugged. "It is done. I need to rest. I suggest that you do the same. "
After that, I began to see other problems.
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"I WRITE THIS RECORD NOW," Sazed read out loud, "pounding it into a metal slab, because I am afraid. Afraid for myself, yes—I admit to being human. If Alendi does return from the Well of As
cension, I am certain that my death will be one of his first objectives. He is not an evil man, but he is a ruthless one. That is, I think, a product of what he has been through. "
"That fits what we know of Alendi from the logbook," Tindwyl said. "Assuming that Alendi is that books author. "
Sazed glanced at his pile of notes, running over the basics in his mind. Kwaan had been an ancient Terris scholar. He had discovered Alendi, a man he began to think—through his studies—might be the Hero of Ages, a figure from Terris prophecy. Alendi had listened to him, and had become a political leader. He had conquered much of the world, then traveled north to the Well of Ascension. By then, however, Kwaan had apparently changed his mind about Alendi—and had tried to stop him from getting to the Well.
It fit together. Even though the logbook author never mentioned his own name, it was obvious that he was Alendi. "It is a very safe assumption, I think," Sazed said. "The logbook even speaks of Kwaan, and the falling-out they had. "
They sat beside each other in Sazeds rooms. He had requested, and received, a larger desk to hold their multitudinous notes and scribbled theories. Beside the door sat the remnants of their afternoon meal, a soup they had hurriedly gulped down. Sazed itched to take the dishes down to the kitchens, but he hadnt been able to pull himself away yet.
"Continue," Tindwyl requested, sitting back in her chair, looking more relaxed than Sazed had ever seen her. The rings running down the sides of her ears alternated in color—a gold or copper followed by a tin or iron. It was such a simple thing, but there was a beauty to it.
"Sazed?"
Sazed started. "I apologize," he said, then turned back to his reading. "I am also afraid, however, that all I have known—that my story—will be forgotten. I am afraid for the world that may come. Afraid because my plans failed. Afraid of a doom brought by the Deepness. "
"Wait," Tindwyl said. "Why did he fear that?"
"Why would he not?" Sazed asked. "The Deepness—which we assume is the mist—was killing his people. Without sunlight, their crops would not grow, and their animals could not graze. "
"But, if Kwaan feared the Deepness, then he should not have opposed Alendi," Tindwyl said. "He was climbing to the Well of Ascension to defeat the Deepness. "
"Yes," Sazed said. "But by then, Kwaan was convinced that Alendi wasnt the Hero of Ages. "
"But why would that matter?" Tindwyl said. "It didnt take a specific person to stop the mists—Rasheks success proves that. Here, skip to the end. Read that passage about Rashek. "
"I have a young nephew, one Rashek," Sazed read. "He hates all of Khlennium with the passion of envious youth. He hates Alendi even more acutely—though the two have never met—for Rashek feels betrayed that one of our oppressors should have been chosen as the Hero of Ages.
"Alendi will need guides through the Terris mountains. I have charged Rashek with making certain that he and his trusted friends are chosen as those guides. Rashek is to try and lead Alendi in the wrong direction, to discourage him or otherwise foil his quest. Alendi wont know that he has been deceived.
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