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The horse fell into two pieces, front and back. What remained of the former king slid to the ground with the equine corpse. She looked at the remnants, smiled grimly, and bid Straff farewell.
Elend had, after all, warned him what would happen if he attacked the city.
Straffs generals and attendants stood around her in a stunned circle. Behind her, the koloss army barreled forward, confusion in Straffs ranks making the archer volleys ragged and less effective.
Vin kept a tight hold on her sword, then Pushed outward with a duralumin-enhanced Steelpush. Riders were thrown, their beasts tripped by their shoes, and soldiers sprayed backward from her in a circle of several dozen yards. Men screamed.
She downed another vial, restoring both steel and pewter. Then she jumped up, seeking out generals and other officers to attack. As she moved, her koloss troops hit the front ranks of Straffs army, and the real carnage began.
"What are they doing?" Cett asked, hurriedly throwing on his cloak as he was placed and tied into his saddle.
"Attacking, apparently," said Bahmen, one of his aides. "Look! Theyre working with the koloss. "
Cett frowned, doing up his cloak clasp. "A treaty?"
"With koloss?" Bahmen asked.
Cett shrugged. "Whos going to win?"
"No way to tell, my lord," the man said. "Koloss are—"
"What is this!" Allrianne demanded, riding up the snowy incline, accompanied by a couple of abashed guards. Cett had, of course, ordered them to keep her in the camp—but he had also, of course, expected that shed get past them eventually.
At least I can count on her to be slowed down by getting ready in the morning, he thought with amusement. She wore one of her dresses, immaculately arranged, her hair done. If a building were burning down, Allrianne would still pause to do her makeup before escaping.
"Looks like the battle has begun," Cett said, nodding toward the fighting.
"Outside the city?" Allrianne asked, riding up next to him. Then she brightened. "Theyre attacking Straffs position!"
"Yes," Cett said. "And that leaves the city—"
"We have to help them, Father!"
Cett rolled his eyes. "You know were going to do nothing of the sort. Well see who wins. If theyre weak enough—which I hope they will be—well attack them. I didnt bring all of my forces back with me, but maybe. . . "
He trailed off as he noticed the look in Allriannes eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could do so, she kicked her horse into motion.
Her guards cursed, dashing forward—too late—to try and grab her reins. Cett sat, stunned. This was a little insane, even for her. She wouldnt dare. . .
She galloped down the hill toward the battle. Then she paused, as he had expected. She turned, looking back at him.
"If you want to protect me, Father," she yelled, "youd better charge!"
With that, she turned and started galloping again, her horse throwing up puffs of snow.
Cett didnt move.
"My lord," Bahmen said. "Those forces look almost evenly matched. Fifty thousand men against a force of some twelve thousand koloss and about five thousand men. If we were to add our strength to either side. . . "
Damn fool girl! he thought, watching Allrianne gallop away.
"My lord?" Bahmen asked.
Why did I come to Luthadel in the first place? Was it because I really thought I could take the city? Without Allomancers, with my homeland in revolt? Or, was it because I was looking for something? A confirmation of the stories. A power like I saw on that night, when the Heir almost killed me.
How exactly did they get the koloss to fight with them, anyway?
"Gather our forces!" Cett commanded. "Were marching to the defense of Luthadel. And somebody send riders after that fool daughter of mine!"
Sazed rode quietly, his horse moving slowly in the snow. Ahead of him, the battle raged, but he was far enough behind it to be out of danger. Hed left the city behind, where Luthadels surviving women and elderly watched from the walls. Vin had saved them from the koloss. The real miracle would be to see if she could save them from the other two armies.
Sazed didnt ride into the fight. His metalminds were mostly empty, and his body was nearly as tired as his mind. He simply brought his horse to a halt, its breath puffing in the cold as he sat alone on the snowy plain.
He didnt know how to deal with Tindwyls death. He felt. . . hollow. He wished that he could just stop feeling. He wished that he could go back and defend her gate, instead of his own. Why hadnt he gone in search of her when hed heard of the northern gates fall? Shed still been alive then. He might have been able to protect her. . .
Why did he even care anymore? Why bother?
But, the ones who had faith were right, he thought. Vin came back to defend the city. I lost hope, but they never did.
He started his horse forward again. The sounds of battle came in the distance. He tried to focus on anything but Tindwyl, but his thoughts kept returning to things he had studied with her. The facts and stories became more precious, for they were a link to her. A painful link, but one he couldnt bear to discard.
The Hero of Ages was not simply to be a warrior, he thought, still riding slowly toward the battlefield. He was a person who united others, who brought them together. A leader.
He knew that Vin thought she was the Hero. But Tindwyl was right: it was too much of a coincidence. And, he wasnt even certain what he believed anymore. If anything.
The Hero of Ages was removed from the Terris people, he thought, watching the koloss attack. He was not royalty himself, but came to it eventually.
Sazed pulled his horse up, pausing in the center of the open, empty field. Arrows stuck from the snow around him, and the ground was thoroughly trampled. In the distance, he heard a drum. He turned, watching as an army of men marched over a rise to the west. They flew Cetts banner.
He commanded the forces of the world. Kings rode to his aid.
Cetts forces joined the battle against Straff. There was a crash of metal against metal, bodies grunting, as a new front came under attack. Sazed sat on the field between the city and the armies. Vins forces were still outnumbered, but as Sazed watched, Straffs army began to pull back. It broke into pieces, its members fighting without direction. Their movements bespoke terror.
Shes killing their generals, he thought.
Cett was a clever man. He himself rode to battle, but he stayed near the back of his ranks—his infirmities requiring him to remain tied into his saddle and making it difficult for him to fight. Still, by joining the battle, he ensured that Vin would not turn her koloss on him.
For there was really no doubt in Sazeds mind who would win this conflict. Indeed, before even an hour had passed, Straffs troops began to surrender in large groups. The sounds of battle died down, and Sazed kicked his horse forward.
Holy First Witness, he thought. I dont know that I believe that. But, either way, I should be there for what happens next.
The koloss stopped fighting, standing silently. They parted for Sazed as he rode up through their ranks. Eventually, he found Vin standing, bloodied, her massive koloss sword held on one shoulder. Some koloss pulled a man forward—a lord in rich clothing and a silvery breastplate. They dropped him before Vin.
From behind, Penrod approached with an honor guard, led by a koloss. Nobody spoke. Eventually, the koloss parted again, and this time a suspicious Cett rode forward, surrounded by a large group of soldiers and led by a single koloss.
Cett eyed Vin, then scratched his chin. "Not much of a battle," he said.
"Straffs soldiers were afraid," Vin said. "Theyre cold, and they have no desire to fight koloss. "
"And their leaders?" Cett asked.
"I killed them," Vin said. "Except this one. Your name?"
"Lord Janarle," said Straffs man. His leg appeared broken, and koloss held him by either arm,
supporting him.
"Straff is dead," Vin said. "You control this army now. "
The nobleman bowed his head. "No, I dont. You do. "
Vin nodded. "On your knees," she said.
The koloss dropped Janarle. He grunted in pain, but then bowed forward. "I swear my army to you," he whispered.
"No," Vin said sharply. "Not to me—to the rightful heir of House Venture. He is your lord now. "
Janarle paused. "Very well," he said. "Whatever you wish. I swear loyalty to Straffs son, Elend Venture. "
The separate groups stood in the cold. Sazed turned as Vin did, looking at Penrod. Vin pointed at the ground. Penrod quietly dismounted, then bowed himself to the ground.
"I swear as well," he said. "I give my loyalty to Elend Venture. "
Vin turned to Lord Cett.
"You expect this of me?" the bearded man said, amused.
"Yes," Vin said quietly.
"And if I refuse?" Cett asked.
"Then Ill kill you," Vin said quietly. "You brought armies to attack my city. You threatened my people. I wont slaughter your soldiers, make them pay for what you did, but I will kill you, Cett. "
Silence. Sazed turned, looking back at the lines of immobile koloss, standing in the bloodied snow.
"That is a threat, you know," Cett said. "Your own Elend would never stand for such a thing. "
"Hes not here," Vin said.
"And what do you think hed say?" Cett asked. "Hed tell me not to give in to such a demand—the honorable Elend Venture would never give in simply because someone threatened his life. "
"Youre not the man that Elend is," Vin said. "And you know it. "
Cett paused, then smiled. "No. No, Im not. " He turned to his aides. "Help me down. "
Vin watched quietly as the guards undid Cetts legs, then lifted him down to the snowy ground. He bowed. "Very well, then. I swear myself to Elend Venture. Hes welcome to my kingdom. . . assuming he can take it back from that damn obligator who now controls it. "
Vin nodded, turning to Sazed. "I need your help, Sazed. "
"Whatever you command, Mistress," Sazed said quietly.
Vin paused. "Please dont call me that. "
"As you wish," Sazed said.
"Youre the only one here I trust, Sazed," Vin said, ignoring the three kneeling men. "With Ham wounded and Breeze. . . "
"I will do my best," Sazed said, bowing his head. "What is it you want me to do?"
"Secure Luthadel," Vin said. "Make certain the people are sheltered, and send for supplies from Straffs storehouses. Get these armies so that they wont kill each other, the send a squad to fetch Elend. Hell be coming south on the canal highway. "
Sazed nodded, and Vin turned to the three kneeling kings. "Sazed is my second. You will obey him as you would Elend or myself. "
They each nodded in turn.
"But, where will you be?" Penrod asked, looking up.
Vin sighed, suddenly looking terribly weak. "Sleeping," she said, and dropped her sword. Then she Pushed against it, shooting backward into the sky, toward Luthadel.
He left ruin in his wake, but it was forgotten, Sazed thought, turning to watch her fly. He created kingdoms, and then destroyed them as he made the world anew.
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