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"And you dont think that Kelsier experienced those kinds of events before the Pits?" Demoux asked. "My lord, he was a thief who robbed from obligators and noblemen. He lived a very dangerous life. You think he could have avoided beatings, near-deaths, and emotional anguish?"
Elend paused.
"He gained his powers at the Pits," Demoux said quietly, "because something else came upon him. People who knew him speak of how he was a changed man when he came back. He had purpose—he was driven to accomplish something the rest of the world thought impossible. "
Demoux shook his head. "No, my lord. Kelsier the man died in those Pits, and Kelsier the Survivor was born. He was granted great power, and great wisdom, by a force that is above us all. That is why he accomplished what he did. That is why we worship him. He still had the follies of a man, but he had the hopes of a divinity. "
Elend turned away. The rational, scholarly side of him understood exactly what was happening. Kelsier was gradually being deified, his life made more and more mystical by those who followed him. Kelsier had to be invested with heavenly power, for the Church couldnt continue to revere a mere man.
And yet, another part of Elend was glad for the rationalization, if only because it made the story that much more believable. After all, Demoux was right. How did a man living on the streets last so long before Snapping?
Someone screamed.
Elend looked up, scanning the ranks. Men began to shuffle as the mists appeared, sprouting in the air like growing plants. He couldnt see the soldier who had fallen. Soon, the point was moot, for others began to scream.
The sun began to be obscured, blazing red as it approached the horizon. Elends horse shuffled nervously. The captains ordered the men to remain steady, but Elend could still see motion. In the group before him, pockets appeared in the ranks as men randomly collapsed to the ground, like marionettes whose strings had been cut. They shook on the ground, other soldiers backing away in horror, mist moving all around.
They need me, Elend thought, grabbing his reigns, Pulling on the emotions of those around him. "Demoux, lets ride. "
He turned his horse. Demoux1 did not follow.
Elend spun. "Demoux? What—"
He choked off immediately. Demoux sat in the mists, shaking horribly. Even as Elend watched, the balding soldier slipped from his saddle, collapsing to the ankle-deep ash below.
"Demoux!" Elend yelled, hopping down, feeling like a fool. Hed never thought to wonder if Demoux was susceptible—hed just assumed that he, like Vin and the others, was already immune. Elend knelt beside Demoux, his legs in the ash, listening to soldiers scream and captains yell for order. His friend shook and twisted, gasping in pain.
And the ash continued to fall.
Rashek didnt solve all the worlds problems. In fact, with each thing he did fix, he created new issues. However, he was clever enough that each subsequent problem was smaller than the ones before it. So, instead of plants that died from the distorted sun and ashy ground, we got plants that didnt provide quite enough nutrition.
He did save the world. True, the near-destruction was his fault in the first place—but he did an admirable job, all things considered. At least he didnt release Ruin to the world as we did.
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SAZED SLAPPED HIS HORSE ON THE RUMP, sending it galloping away. The beasts hooves kicked up chunks of packed ash as it ran. Its coat had once been a keen white; now it was a rough gray. Its ribs were beginning to show—it was malnourished to the point that it was no longer reasonable to expect it to carry a rider, and they could no longer afford to spare food for it.
"Now, thats a sad sight," Breeze noted, standing beside Sazed on the ash-covered road. Their guard of two hundred soldiers waited quietly, watching the beast run. Sazed couldnt help feeling that the release of their final horse was a symbol.
"You think it will be able to survive?" Breeze asked.
"I suspect that it will still be able to poke beneath the ash and find nourishment for a time," Sazed said. "It will be difficult, however. "
Breeze grunted. "Livings difficult work for all of us, these days. Well, I wish the creature the best of luck. Are you going to join Allrianne and me in the carriage?"
Sazed glanced over his shoulder, toward the vehicle, which had been lightened, then rigged to be pulled by soldiers. They had removed the doors and hung curtains instead, and had removed sections of the back as well. With the decreased weight and two hundred men to take turns, the vehicle wouldnt be too much of a burden. Still, Sazed knew he would feel guilty being pulled by others. His old servants instincts were too strong.
"No," Sazed said. "I shall walk for a bit. Thank you. "
Breeze nodded, walking to the carriage to sit with Allrianne, a soldier holding a parasol over his head until he was inside. Now exposed to the ash, Sazed put up the hood of his travel robe, hefted his portfolio in his arm, then strode across the black ground to the front of the line.
"Captain Goradel," he said. "You may continue your march. "
They did so. It was a rough hike—the ash was growing thick, and it was slick and tiring to walk on. It moved and shifted beneath the feet, almost as difficult as walking on sand. As hard as the hike was, however, it wasnt enough to distract Sazed from his troubled feelings. He1 had hoped that visiting the army—meeting with Elend and Vin—would give him a respite. The two were dear friends, and their affection for one another tended to bolster him. He had, after all, been the one to perform their marriage.
Yet, this meeting had left him even more troubled. Vin allowed Elend to die, he thought. And she did it because of things I taught her.
He carried the picture of a flower in his sleeve pocket, trying to make sense of his conversation with Vin. How had Sazed become the one that people came to with their problems? Couldnt they sense that he was simply a hypocrite, capable of formulating answers that sounded good, yet incapable of following his own advice? He felt lost. He felt a weight, squeezing him, telling him to simply give up.
How easily Elend spoke of hope and humor, as if being happy were simply a decision one made. Some people assumed that it was. Once, Sazed might have agreed with them. Now, his stomach simply twisted, and he felt sick at the thought of taking pretty much any action. His thoughts were constantly invaded by doubts.
This is what religion is for, Sazed thought as he tromped through the ash at the head of the column, carrying his pack on his shoulders. It helps people through times like these.
He looked down at his portfolio. Then, he opened it and leafed through the pages as he walked. Hundreds finished, and not a single one of the religions had provided the answers he sought. Perhaps he simply knew them too well. Most of the crew had trouble worshipping Kelsier as the other skaa did, for they knew of his faults and his quirks. They knew him as a man first, and as a god second. Perhaps the religions were the same to Sazed. He knew them so well that he could see their flaws too easily.
He did not disparage the people who had followed the religions, but Sazed—so far—had found only contradiction and hypocrisy in each religion he studied. Divinity was supposed to be perfect. Divinity didnt let its followers get slaughtered, and certainly didnt allow the world to be destroyed by good men who were just trying to save it.
One of the remaining ones would provide an answer. There had to be truth he could discover. As his feelings of dark suffocation threatened to overwhelm him, he fell to his studies, taking out the next sheet in line and strapping it to the outside of the portfolio. He would study it as he walked, carrying the portfolio with the sheet on the bottom when he wasnt reading, thereby keeping the ash off of it.
Hed find the answers. He dared not think what he would do if there werent any.
They eventually passed into the Central Dominance, entering lands where men could still struggle for food and life. Breeze and Allrianne stayed in the carriage, but Sazed was glad to walk, even if it made his religions diffi
cult to study.
He wasnt certain what to make of the cultivated fields. They passed scores of them—Elend had packed as many people as possible into the Central Dominance, then had ordered all of them to grow food for the coming winter. Even those skaa who had lived in the cities were well accustomed to hard work, and they quickly did as Elend ordered. Sazed wasnt certain if the people understood just how dire their situation was, or if they were simply happy to have someone tell them what to do.
The roadside grew heaped with tall piles of ash. Each day, the skaa workers had to clear away the ash that had fallen during the night. This unending task—along with the need to carry water to most of the new, unir1rigated fields—created a very labor-intensive system of agriculture.
The plants did grow, however. Sazeds troop passed field after field, each one budding with brown plants. The sight should have brought him hope. Yet, it was difficult to look upon the sprouting stalks and not feel an even greater despair. They looked so weak and small beside the massive piles of ash. Even forgetting the mists, how was Elend going to feed an empire in these conditions? How long would it be before there was simply too much ash to move? Skaa worked the fields, their postures much as they had been during the days of the Lord Ruler. What had really changed for them?
"Look at them," a voice said. Sazed turned to see Captain Goradel walking up beside him. Bald and rugged, the man had a good-natured disposition—a trait common in the soldiers whom Ham promoted.
"I know," Sazed said quietly.
"Even with the ash and the mist, seeing them gives me hope. "
Sazed looked up sharply. "Really?"
"Sure," Goradel said. "My family were farmers, Master Terrisman. We lived in Luthadel, but worked the outer fields. "
"But, you were a soldier," Sazed said. "Werent you the one who led Lady Vin into the palace the night she killed the Lord Ruler?"
Goradel nodded. "Actually, I led Lord Elend into the palace to rescue Lady Vin, though she turned out to not need much help from us. Anyway, youre right. I was a soldier in the Lord Rulers palace—my parents disowned me when I joined up. But, I just couldnt face working in the fields my whole life. "
"It is arduous work. "
"No, it wasnt that," Goradel said. "It wasnt the labor, it was the . . . hopelessness. I couldnt stand to work all day to grow something I knew would belong to someone else. Thats why I left the fields to become a soldier, and thats why seeing these farms gives me hope. "
Goradel nodded toward a passing field. Some of the skaa looked up, then waved as they saw Elends banner. "These people," Goradel said, "they work because they want to. "
"They work because if they dont, they will starve. "
"Sure," Goradel said. "I guess youre right. But theyre not working because someone will beat them if they dont—theyre working so that their families and their friends wont die. Theres a difference in that, to a farmer. You can see it in the way they stand. "
Sazed frowned as they walked, but said nothing further.
"Anyway, Master Terrisman," Goradel said, "I came to suggest that we make a stop at Luthadel for supplies. "
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