The Hero of Ages

by Brandon Sanderson

Page 88

  Ham had spent a long time training her with the staff, and hed often made her fight without Allomancy. Even with all of their preparation, the guards were obviously surprised to see a metalless Allomancer make so much trouble, and she dropped two more of them as she scurried to escape.

  Unfortunately, Yomen was not a fool. He had sent so many guards to bring her that even dropping four of them made little difference. There had to be at least twenty men in the hallway outside her cell, clogging her exit, if nothing else.

  Her goal was to give them what they expected, not get herself killed. So, as soon as she confirmed that her "escape attempt" really was doomed, she let one of the soldiers hit her on the shoulder and she dropped her staff with a grunt. Disarmed, she raised her hands and backed away. The soldiers, of course, swept her feet out from beneath her and piled on top of her, holding her down while one manacled her arms.

  Vin suffered the treatment, shoulder pulsing with pain. How long would she have to go without metal before shed stop instinctively trying to burn pewter? She hoped shed never actually find out.

  Eventually, the soldiers pulled her to her feet and pushed her down the hallway. The three shed knocked down—not to mention the one that shed disarmed—grumbled a bit, rubbing their wounds. All twenty men regarded her even more warily, if that was possible.

  She didnt give them any trouble until they got her into Yomens audience chamber. When they moved to chain her manacles to the bench, she squirmed a bit, earning herself a knee in the stomach. She gasped, then slumped to the floor beside the bench. There, groaning, she rubbed her hands and wrists with the gruel grease that shed soaked into her undershirt. It was smelly and grimy, but it was very slick—and the guards, distracted by her escape attempt, had completely forgotten to search her.

  "Surely you didnt think to escape without any metals to burn," Yomen asked.

  Vin lifted her head. He stood with his back to her again, though this time he was looking out a dark window. Vin found it very odd to see the mists curling up against the window glass. Most skaa couldnt afford glass, and most noblemen chose the colored kind. The darkness outside of Yomens window seemed a waiting beast, the mists its fur brushing against the glass as it shifted.

  "I would think that youd be flattered," Yomen continued. "I didnt know if you were really as dangerous as reported, but I decided to assume that you were. You see, I—"

  Vin didnt give him any more time. There were only two ways she could escape from the city: the first would be to find some metals, the second would be to take Yomen captive. She planned to try both.

  She yanked her greased hands free from the manacles, which had been fastened to her arms when they were squirming and flexed. She ignored the pain and the blood as the manacles scraped her hands, then she leaped to her feet, reaching into a fold in her shirt and pulling out the silver screws that shed taken from her cot. These, she threw at the soldiers.

  The men, of course, yelled in surprise and threw themselves to the ground, ducking her presumed Steelpush. Their own preparation and worry worked against them—for Vin had no steel. The screws bounced against the wall ineffectively, and the guards lay confused by her feint. She was halfway to Yomen before the first one thought to scramble back to his feet.

  Yomen turned. As always, he wore the little drop of atium at his forehead. Vin lunged for it.

  Yomen stepped casually out of the way. Vin lunged again, this time feinting, then trying to elbow him in the stomach. Her attack didnt land, however, as Yomen—hands still clasped behind his back—sidestepped her again.

  She knew that look on his face—that look of complete control, of power. Yomen obviously had very little battle training, but he dodged her anyway.

  He was burning atium.

  Vin stumbled to a halt. No wonder he wears that bit on his forehead, she thought. Its for emergencies. She could see in his smile that he really had anticipated her. Hed known that she would try something, and hed baited her, letting her get close. But, hed never really been in danger.

  The guards finally caught up with her, but Yomen raised a hand, waving them back. Then he gestured toward the bench. Quietly, Vin returned and sat down. She had to think, and she certainly wasnt going to get anywhere with Yomen burning atium.

  As she sat, Ruin appeared next to her—materializing as if from dark smoke, wearing Reens body. None of the others reacted; they obviously couldnt see him.

  "Too bad," Ruin said. "In a way, you almost had him. But . . . then, in a way, you were never really close, either. "

  She ignored Ruin, looking up at Yomen. "Youre Mistborn. "

  "No," he said, shaking his head. He didnt turn back toward his window, however. He stood facing her, wary. Hed probably turned off his atium—it was far too valuable to leave burning—but hed have it in reserve, careful to watch her for signs of another attack.

  "No?" Vin said, raising a skeptical eyebrow. "You were burning atium, Yomen. I saw that much. "

  "Believe as you wish," Yomen said. "But know this, woman: I do not lie. Ive never needed lies, and I find that is particularly true now, when the entire world is in chaos. People need truth from those they follow. "

  Vin frowned.

  "Regardless, it is time," Yomen said.

  "Time?" Vin asked.

  Yomen nodded. "Yes. I apologize for leaving you for so long in your cell. I have been . . . distracted. "

  Elend, Vin thought. What has he been doing? I feel so blind!

  She glanced at Ruin, who stood on the other side of the bench, shaking his head as if he understood far more than he was telling her. She turned back to Yomen. "I still dont understand," she said. "Time for what?"

  Yomen met her eyes. "Time for me to make a decision about your execution, Lady Venture. "

  Oh, she thought. Right. Between her dealings with Ruin and her plans to escape, shed nearly forgotten Yomens declaration that he intended to let her "defend" herself before he executed her.

  Ruin1 walked across the room, circling Yomen in a leisurely stroll. The obligator king stood, still meeting Vins eyes. If he could see Ruin, he didnt show it. Instead, he waved to a guard, who opened a side door, leading in several obligators in gray robes. They seated themselves on a bench across the room from Vin.

  "Tell me, Lady Venture," Yomen said, turning back to her, "why did you come to Fadrex City?"

  Vin cocked her head. "I thought this wasnt to be a trial. You said that you didnt need that sort of thing. "

  "I would think," Yomen replied, "that you would be pleased with any delay in the process. "

  A delay meant more time to think—more time to possibly escape. "Why did we come?" Vin asked. "We knew you had one of the Lord Rulers supply caches beneath your city. "

  Yomen raised an eyebrow. "How did you know about it?"

  "We found another one," Vin said. "It had directions to Fadrex. "

  Yomen nodded to himself. She could tell that he believed her, but there was something . . . else. He seemed to be making connections that she didnt understand, and probably didnt have the information to understand. "And the danger my kingdom posed to yours?" Yomen asked. "That didnt have anything at all to do with your invasion of my lands?"

  "I wouldnt say that," Vin said. "Cett had been pushing Elend to move into this dominance for some time. "

  The obligators conferred quietly at this comment, though Yomen stood aloof, arms folded as he regarded her. Vin found the experience unnerving. It had been years—from her days in Camons crew—since she had felt so much in anothers power. Even when shed faced the Lord Ruler, shed felt differently. Yomen seemed to see her as a tool.

  But a tool to do what? And, how could she manipulate his needs so that he kept her alive long enough for her to escape?

  Make yourself indispensable, Reen had always taught. Then a crewleader cant get rid of you without losing power himself. Even now, the voice of her brother still see
med to whisper the words in her mind. Were they memories, interpretations of his wisdom, or effects of Ruins influence? Regardless, it seemed like good advice at the moment.

  "So, you came with the express purpose of invasion?" Yomen asked.

  "Elend intended to try diplomacy first," Vin said carefully. "However, we both knew that its a bit hard to play the diplomat when you camp an army outside of someones city. "

  "You admit to being conquerors, then," Yomen said. "You are more honest than your husband. "

  "Elend is more sincere than either of us, Yomen," Vin snapped. "Just because he interprets things differently from you or me does not mean hes being dishonest when he expresses his view. "

  Yomen raised an eyebrow, perhaps at the quickness of her response. "A valid point. "

  Vin sat back on the bench, wrapping her cut hands with a bit of clean cloth from her shirt. Yomen stood beside the windows of the large, stark room. It felt very odd to be speaking to him. On one hand, she and he seemed very different. He was a bureaucrat obligator whose lack of muscle or warriors grace proved that hed spent his life concerned with forms and records. She was a child of the streets and an adult practiced in war and assassination.

  Yet, his mannerism1s, his way of speaking, seemed to resemble her own. Is this what I might have been more like, she wondered, had I not been born a skaa? A blunt bureaucrat rather than a terse warrior?

  As Yomen contemplated her, Ruin walked in a slow circle around the obligator king. "This one is a disappointment," Ruin said quietly.

  Vin glanced at Ruin just briefly. He shook his head. "Such destruction this one could have caused, had he struck out, rather than staying huddled in his little city, praying to his dead god. Men would have followed him. I could never get through to him on the long term, unfortunately. Not every ploy can be successful, particularly when the will of fools like him must be accounted for. "

  "So," Yomen said, drawing her attention back to him, "you came to take my city because you heard of my stockpile, and because you feared a return of the Lord Rulers power. "

  "I didnt say that," Vin said, frowning.

  "You said that you feared me. "

  "As a foreign power," Vin said, "with a proven ability to undermine a government and take it over. "

  "I didnt take over," Yomen said. "I returned this city, and the dominance, to its rightful rule. But that is beside the point. I want you to tell me of this religion your people preach. "

  "The Church of the Survivor?"

  "Yes," Yomen said. "You are one of its heads, correct?"

  "No," Vin said. "They revere me. But Ive never felt that I properly fit as part of the religion. Mostly, its focused around Kelsier. "

  "The Survivor of Hathsin," Yomen said. "He died. How is it that people worship him?"

  Vin shrugged. "It used to be common to worship gods that one couldnt see. "

  "Perhaps," Yomen said. "I have . . . read of such things, though I find them difficult to understand. Faith in an unseen god—what sense does that make? Why reject the god that they lived with for so long—the one that they could see, and feel—in favor of one that died? One that the Lord Ruler himself struck down?"