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"Leave? And go where?"
"North," she said. "To Terris. "
Elend sat back, resting against the wooden wall. Leave? he thought with a twisting feeling. Is this what Ive earned by being so distracted lately?
Have I lost her?
And yet, hed just told her that hed support her decisions. "If you feel you have to go, Vin," he found himself saying, "then you should do so. "
"If I were to leave, would you go with me?"
"Now?"
Vin nodded, head rubbing his chest.
"No," he finally said. "I couldnt leave Luthadel, not with those armies still out there. "
"But the city rejected you. "
"I know," he said, sighing. "But. . . I cant leave them, Vin. They rejected me, but I wont abandon them. "
Vin nodded again, and something told him this was the answer she had expected.
Elend smiled. "Were a mess, arent we?"
"Hopeless," she said softly, sighing as she finally pulled away from him. She seemed so tired. Outside the room, Elend could hear footsteps. OreSeur appeared a moment later, poking his head into the hidden chamber.
"Your guards are growing restless, Your Majesty," he said to Elend. "They will soon come looking for you. "
Elend nodded, shuffling over to the exit. Once in the hallway, he offered a hand to help Vin out. She took the hand, crawling out, then stood and dusted off her clothing—her typical shirt and trousers.
Will she ever go back to dresses now? he wondered.
"Elend," she said, fishing in a pocket. "Here, you can spend this, if you want. "
She opened up her hand, dropping a bead into his hand.
"Atium?" he asked incredulously. "Where did you get it?"
"From a friend," she said.
"And you didnt burn it last night?" Elend asked. "When you were fighting all those soldiers?"
"No," Vin said. "I swallowed it, but I didnt end up needing it, so I forced it back up. "
Lord Ruler! Elend thought. I didnt even consider that she didnt have atium. What could she have done if shed burned that bit? He looked up at her. "Some reports say that theres another Mistborn in the city. "
"There is. Zane. "
Elend dropped the bead back into her hand. "Then keep this. You might need it to fight him. "
"I doubt that," Vin said quietly.
"Keep it anyway," Elend said. "This is worth a small fortune—but wed need a very large fortune to make any difference now. Besides, who would buy it? If I used it to bribe Straff or Cett, theyd only become more certain Im holding atium against them. "
Vin nodded, then glanced at OreSeur. "Keep this," she said, handing the bead toward him. "Its big enough that another Allomancer could pull it off me if he wanted. "
"I will guard it with my life, Mistress," OreSeur said, his shoulder splitting open to make room for the bit of metal.
Vin turned to join Elend as they walked down the steps, moving to meet with the guards below.
I know what I have memorized. I know what is now repeated by the other Worldbringers.
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"THE HERO OF AGES WONT be Terris," Tindwyl said, scribbling a note at the bottom of their list.
"We knew that already," Sazed said. "From the logbook. "
"Yes," Tindwyl said, "but Alendis account was only a reference—a thirdhand mention of the effects of a prophecy. I found someone quoting the prophecy itself. "
"Truly?" Sazed asked, excited. "Where?"
"The biography of Helenntion," Tindwyl said. "One of the last survivors of the Council of Khlennium. "
"Write it for me," Sazed said, scooting his chair a bit closer to hers. He had to blink a few times as she wrote, his head clouding for a moment from fatigue.
Stay alert! he told himself. There isnt much time left. Not much at all. . . .
Tindwyl was doing a little better than he, but her wakefulness was obviously beginning to run out, for she was starting to droop. Hed taken a quick nap during the night, rolled up on her floor, but she had carried on. As far as he could tell, shed been awake for over a week straight.
There was much talk of the Rabzeen, during those days, Tindwyl wrote. Some said he would come to fight the Conqueror. Others said he was the Conqueror. Helenntion didnt make his thoughts on the matter known to me. The Rabzeen is said to be "He who is not of his people, yet fulfills all of their wishes. " If this is the case, then perhaps the Conqueror is the one. He is said to have been of Khlennium.
She stopped there. Sazed frowned, reading the words again. Kwaans last testimony—the rubbing Sazed had taken at the Conventical of Seran—had proven useful in more than one way. It had provided a key.
It wasnt until years later that I became convinced that he was the Hero of Ages, Kwaan had written. Hero of Ages: the one called Rabzeen in Khlennium, the Anamnesor. . . .
The rubbing was a means of translation—not between languages, but between synonyms. It made sense that there would be other names for the Hero of Ages; a figure so important, so surrounded by lore, would have many titles. Yet, so much had been lost from those days. The Rabzeen and the Anamnesor were both mythological figures vaguely familiar to Sazed—but they were only two among hosts. Until the discovery of the rubbing, there had been no way to connect their names to the Hero of Ages.
Now Tindwyl and he could search their metalminds with open eyes. Perhaps, in the past, Sazed had read this very passage from Helenntions biography; he had at least skimmed many of the older records, searching for religious references. Yet, he would never have been able to realize that the passage was referring to the Hero of Ages, a figure from Terris lore that the Khlenni people had renamed into their own tongue.
"Yes. . . " he said slowly. "This is good, Tindwyl. Very good. " He reached over, laying his hand on hers.
"Perhaps," she said, "though it tells us nothing new. "
"Ah, but the wording might be important, I think," Sazed said. "Religions are often very careful with their writings. "
"Especially prophecies," Tindwyl said, frowning just a bit. She was not fond of anything that smacked of superstition or soothsaying.
"I would have thought," Sazed noted, "that you would no longer have this prejudice, considering our current enterprise. "
"I gather information, Sazed," she said. "Because of what it says of people, and because of what the past can teach us. However, there is a reason I took to studying history as opposed to theology. I dont approve of perpetuating lies. "
"Is that what you think I do when I teach of religions?" he asked in amusement.
Tindwyl looked toward him. "A bit," she admitted. "How can you teach the people to look toward the gods of the dead, Sazed? Those religions did their people little good, and their prophecies are now dust. "
"Religions are an expression of hope," Sazed said. "That hope gives people strength. "
"Then you dont believe?" Tindwyl asked. "You just give the people something to trust, something to delude themselves?"
"I would not call it so. "
"Then you think the gods you teach of do exist?"
"I. . . think that they deserved to be remembered. "
"And their prophecies?" Tindwyl said. "I see scholarly value in what we do—the bringing to light of facts from the past could give us information about our current problems. Yet, this soothsaying for the future is, at its core, foolishness. "
"I would not say that," Sazed said. "Religions are promises—promises that there is something watching over us, guiding us. Prophecies, therefore, are natural extensions of the hopes and desires of the people. Not foolishness at all. "
"So, your interest is purely academic?" Tindwyl said.
"I wouldnt say that. "
Tindwyl studied him, watching his eyes. She frowned slowly. "You believe it, dont you?" she asked. "You believe tha
t this girl is the Hero of Ages. "
"I have not yet decided," Sazed said.
"How can you even consider such a thing, Sazed?" Tindwyl asked. "Dont you see? Hope is a good thing—a wonderful thing—but you must have hope in something appropriate. If you perpetuate the dreams of the past, then you stifle your own dreams of the future. "
"What if the past dreams are worthy of being remembered?"
Tindwyl shook her head. "Look at the odds, Sazed. What are the chances we would end up where we are, studying this rubbing, in the very same household as the Hero of Ages?"
"Odds are irrelevant when a foretelling is involved. "
Tindwyl closed her eyes. "Sazed. . . I think religion is a good thing, and belief is a good thing, but it is foolishness to look for guidance in a few vague phrases. Look at what happened last time someone assumed they had found this Hero. The Lord Ruler, the Final Empire, was the result. "
"Still, I will hope. If you did not believe the prophecies, then why work so hard to discover information about the Deepness and the Hero?"
"Its simple," Tindwyl said. "We are obviously facing a danger that has come before—a recurring problem, like a plague that plays itself out, only to return again centuries later. The ancient people knew of this danger, and had information about it. That information, naturally, broke down and became legends, prophecies, and even religions. There will be, then, clues to our situation hidden in the past. This is not a matter of soothsaying, but of research. "
Sazed lay his hand on hers. "I think, perhaps, that this is something we cannot agree upon. Come, let us return to our studies. We must use the time we have left. "
"We should be all right," Tindwyl said, sighing and reaching to tuck a bit of hair back into her bun. "Apparently, your Hero scared off Lord Cett last night. The maid who brought breakfast was speaking of it. "
"I know of the event," Sazed said.
"Then things are growing better for Luthadel. "
"Yes," Sazed said. "Perhaps. "
She frowned. "You seem hesitant. "
"I do not know," he said, glancing down. "I do not feel that Cetts departure is a good thing, Tindwyl. Something is very wrong. We need to be finished with these studies. "
Tindwyl cocked her head. "How soon?"
"We should try to be done tonight, I think," Sazed said, glancing toward the pile of unbound sheets they had stacked on the table. That stack contained all the notes, ideas, and connections that theyd made during their furious bout of study. It was a book, of sorts—a guidebook that told of the Hero of Ages and the Deepness. It was a good document—incredible, even, considering the time theyd been given. It was not comprehensive. It was, however, probably the most important thing hed ever written.
Even if he wasnt certain why.
"Sazed?" Tindwyl asked, frowning. "What is this?" She reached to the stack of papers, pulling out a sheet that was slightly askew. As she held it up, Sazed was shocked to see that a chunk from the bottom right corner had been torn off.
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