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Coins.
The pressure on his neck grew weaker. He was able to gasp for breath, his vision returning. And there, spilled on the ground before him, was a scattering of beautiful copper coins. Skaa werent paid for their work—the miners were given goods instead, barely enough to survive on. Yet, Spook had seen coins occasionally passing between noble hands. Hed once known a boy who had found a coin, lost in the dusty grime of the street.
A larger boy had killed him for it. Then, a nobleman had killed that boy when hed tried to spend it. It seemed to Spook that no skaa would want coins—they were far too valuable, and far too dangerous. And yet, every eye in the room stared at that spilled bag of wealth.
"The bag in exchange for the boy," a voice said. Bodies parted to where a man sat at a table at the back of the room. He wasnt looking at Spook. He just sat, quietly spooning gruel into his mouth. His face was g1narled and twisted, like leather that had been sitting in the sun for far too long. "Well?" the gnarled man said between bites.
"Where did you get money like this?" Spooks father demanded.
"None of your business. "
"We cant let the boy go," one of the skaa said. "Hell betray us! Once they catch him, hell tell them that we knew!"
"They wont catch him," the gnarled man said, taking another bite of food. "Hell be with me, in Luthadel. Besides, if you dont let him go, Ill just go ahead and tell the obligators about you all. " He paused, lowering his spoon, glancing at the crowd with a crusty look. "Unless youre going to kill me too. "
Spooks father finally took his heel off Spooks neck as he stepped toward the gnarled stranger. However, Spooks mother grabbed her husbands arm. "Dont, Jedal," she said softly—but not too softly for Spooks enhanced ears. "Hell kill you. "
"Hes a traitor," Spooks father spat. "Servant in the Lord Rulers army. "
"He brought us coins. Surely taking his money is better than simply killing the boy. "
Spooks father looked down at the woman. "You did this! You sent for your brother. You knew hed want to take the boy!"
Spooks mother turned away.
The gnarled man finally set down his spoon, then stood. People backed away from his chair in apprehension. He walked with a pronounced limp as he crossed the room.
"Come on, boy," he said, not looking at Spook as he opened the door.
Spook rose slowly, tentatively. He glanced at his mother and father as he backed away. Jedal stooped down, finally gathering up the coins. Margel met Spooks eyes, then turned away. This is all I can give you, her posture seemed to say.
Spook turned, rubbing his neck, and rushed into the hot red sunlight after the stranger. The older man hobbled along, walking with a cane. He glanced at Spook as he walked.
"You have a name, boy?"
Spook opened his mouth, then stopped. His old name didnt seem like it would do any more. "Lestibournes," he finally said.
The old man didnt bat an eye. Later, Kelsier would decide that Lestibournes was too difficult to say, and name him "Spook" instead. Spook never did figure out whether or not Clubs knew how to speak Eastern street slang. Even if he did, Spook doubted that hed understand the reference.
Lestibournes. Lefting Im born.
Street slang for "Ive been abandoned. "
I now believe that Kelsiers stories, legends, and prophecies about the "Eleventh Metal" were fabricated by Ruin. Kelsier was looking for a way to kill the Lord Ruler, and Ruin—ever subtle—provided a way.
That secret was indeed crucial. Kelsiers Eleventh Metal provided the very clue we needed to defeat the Lord Ruler. However, even in this, we were manipulated. The Lord Ruler knew Ruins goals, and would never have released him from the Well of Ascension. So, Ruin needed other pawns—and for that to happen, the Lord Ruler needed to die. Even our greatest victory was shaped by Ruins subtle fingers.
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D1AYS LATER, MELAANS WORDS still pricked TenSoons conscience.
You come, proclaim dread news, then leave us to solve the problems on our own? During his year of imprisonment, it had seemed simple. He would make his accusations, deliver his information, then accept the punishment he deserved.
But now, strangely, an eternity of imprisonment seemed like the easy way out. If he let himself be taken in such a manner, how was he better than the First Generation? He would be avoiding the issues, content to be locked away, knowing that the outside world was no longer his problem.
Fool, he thought. Youll be imprisoned for eternity—or, at least, until the kandra themselves are destroyed, and you die of starvation. Thats not the easy way out! By accepting your punishment, youre doing the honorable, orderly thing.
And by so doing, he would leave MeLaan and the others to be destroyed as their leaders refused to take action. Whats more, he would leave Vin without the information she needed. Even from within the Homeland, he could feel the occasional rumbles in the rock. The earthquakes were still remote, and the others likely ignored them. But TenSoon worried.
The end could be nearing. If it was, then Vin needed to know the truths about the kandra. Their origins, their beliefs. Perhaps she could use the Trust itself. Yet, if he told Vin anything more, it would mean an even greater betrayal of his people. Perhaps a human would have found it ridiculous that he would hesitate now. However, so far, his true sins had been impulsive, and hed only later rationalized what hed done. If he fought his way free of prison, it would be different. Willful and deliberate.
He closed his eyes, feeling the chill of his cage, which still sat alone in the large cavern—the place was mostly abandoned during the sleeping hours. What was the point? Even with the Blessing of Presence—which let TenSoon focus, despite his uncomfortable confines—he could think of no way to escape the meshed cage and its Fifth Generation guards, who all bore the Blessing of Potency. Even if he did get out of the cage, TenSoon would have to pass through dozens of small caverns. With his body mass as low as it was, he didnt have the muscles to fight, and he couldnt outrun kandra who had the Blessing of Potency. He was trapped.
In a way, this was comforting. Escape was not something he preferred to contemplate—it simply wasnt the kandra way. He had broken Contract, and deserved punishment. There was honor in facing the consequences of ones actions.
Wasnt there?
He shifted positions in his cell. Unlike that of a real human, the skin of his naked body did not become sore or chapped from the extended exposure, for he could re-form his flesh to remove wounds. However, there was little to do about the cramped feeling he got from being forced to sit in the small cage for so long.
Motion caught his attention. TenSoon turned, surprised to see VarSell and several other large Fifths approaching his cage, their quartzite stone True Bodies ominous in size and coloring.
Time already? TenSoon thought. With the Blessing of Presence, he was able to mentally recount the days of his imprisonment. It was nowhere near time. He frowned, noting that one of the Fifths carried a large sack. For a moment, Ten-Soon had a flash of panic as he pictured them towing him away inside the sack.
It looked filled already, however.
Dared he hope? Days had passed since 1his conversation with MeLaan, and while she had returned several times to look at him, they had not spoken. Hed almost forgotten his words to her, said in the hope that they would be overheard by the minions of the Second Generation. VarSell opened the cage and tossed the sack in. It clinked with a familiar sound. Bones.
"You are to wear those to the trial," VarSell said, leaning down and putting a translucent face up next to TenSoons bars. "Orders of the Second Generation. "
"What is wrong with the bones I now wear?" TenSoon asked carefully, pulling over the sack, uncertain whether to be excited or ashamed.
"They intend to break your bones as part of your punishment," VarSell said, smiling. "Something like a public execution—but where the prisoner lives through the process. Its a simple thing, I
know—but the display ought to leave . . . an impression on some of the younger generations. "
TenSoons stomach twisted. Kandra could re-form their bodies, true, but they felt pain just as acutely as any human. It would take quite a severe beating to break his bones, and with the Blessing of Presence, there would be no release of unconsciousness for him.
"I still dont see the need for another body," TenSoon said, pulling out one of the bones.
"No need to waste a perfectly good set of human bones, Third," VarSell said, slamming the cage door closed. "Ill be back for your current bones in a few hours. "
The leg bone he pulled out was not that of a human, but a dog. A large wolfhound. It was the very body TenSoon had been wearing when hed returned to the Homeland over a year before. He closed his eyes, holding the smooth bone in his fingers.
A week ago, hed spoken of how much he despised these bones, hoping that the Second Generations spies would carry the news back to their masters. The Second Generation was far more traditional than MeLaan, and even she had found the thought of wearing a dogs body distasteful. To the Seconds, forcing TenSoon to wear an animals body would be supremely degrading.
That was exactly what TenSoon had been counting on.
"Youll look good, wearing that," VarSell said, standing to leave. "When your punishment comes, everyone will be able to see you for what you really are. No kandra would break his Contract. "
TenSoon rubbed the thighbone with a reverent finger, listening to VarSells laughter. The Fifth had no way of knowing that hed just given TenSoon the means he needed to escape.
The Balance. Is it real?
Weve almost forgotten this little bit of lore. Skaa used to talk about it, before the Collapse. Philosophers discussed it a great deal in the third and fourth centuries, but by Kelsiers time, it was mostly a forgotten topic.
But it was real. There was a physiological difference between skaa and nobility. When the Lord Ruler altered mankind to make them more capable of dealing with ash, he changed other things as well. Some groups of people—the noblemen—were created to be less fertile, but taller, stronger, and more intelligent. Others—the skaa—were made to be shorter, hardier, and to have many children.
The changes were slight, however, and after a thousand years of interbreeding, the differences had largely been erased.
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"FADREX CITY," ELEND SAID, standing in his customary place near the narrowboats prow. Ahead, the broad Conway Canal—the primary canal route to the west—continued into the distance, turning to the northwest. To Elends left, the ground rose in a broken incline, forming a set of steep rock formations. He could see them rising much higher in the distance.
Closer to the canal, however, a broad city was nestled in the very center of a large group of rock formations. The deep red and orange rocks were the type left behind when wind and rain wore away weaker sections of stone, and many of them reached high, like spires. Others formed jagged, hedge-like barriers—like stacks of enormous blocks that had been fused together, reaching some thirty and forty feet into the air.
Elend could barely see the tips of the citys buildings over the stone formations. Fadrex had no formal city wall, of course—only Luthadel had been allowed one of those—but the rising rocks around the city formed a set of terrace-like natural fortifications.
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