No, they didn't want to take the safe way out. These were the men who had challenged the Lord Ruler, men who had made their livelihood scamming noblemen. In some ways, they were very careful; they could be precise in their attention to detail, cautious in covering their tracks and protecting their interests. But when it came time to gamble for the big prize, they were often willing.
No, not willing. Eager.
Great, Elend thought. I've filled my inner council with a bunch of thrill-seeking masochists. Even worse, I've decided to join them. But, what else could he do?
"We could at least consider it," Breeze said. "It does sound exciting."
"Now, see. I didn't suggest this because it was exciting. Breeze," Elend said. "I spent my youth trying to plan how I would make a better city of Luthadel once I became leader of my house. I'm not going to throw away those dreams at the first sign of opposition."
"What about the Assembly?" Ham said.
"That's the best part," Elend said. "They voted in my proposal at the meeting two days back. They can't open the city gates to any invader until I meet with my father in parlay."
The crew sat quietly for a few moments. Finally, Ham turned to Elend, shaking his head. "I really don't know. El. It sounds appealing. We actually discussed a few more daring plans like this while we were waiting for you. But..."
"But what?" Elend asked.
"A plan like this depends a lot on you, my dear man," Breeze said, sipping his wine.f the kid wants to try it, then let him."
Ham sighed, then looked back. "I guess I agree. As long as you're up to this, El."
"I think I am," Elend said, covering his nervousness. "I just know we can't give up, not easily. Maybe this won't work-maybe, after a couple months of being besieged, we'll just end up giving away the city anyway. However, that gives us a couple of months during which something could happen. It's worth the risk to wait, rather than fold. Wait, and plan."
"All right, then," Dockson said. "Give us some time to come up with some ideas and options. Your Majesty. We'll meet again in a few days to talk about specifics."
"All right," Elend said. "Sounds good. Now, if we can move on to other matters, I'd like to mention-"
A knock came at the door. At Elend's call. Captain Demoux pushed open the door, looking a little embarrassed. "Your Majesty?" he said. "I apologize, but... I think we caught someone listening in on your meeting."
"What?" Elend said. "Who?"
Demoux turned to the side, waving in a pair of his guards. The woman they led into the room was vaguely familiar to Elend. Tall, like most Terris, she wore a bright-colored, but utilitarian, dress. Her ears were stretched downward, the lobes elongated to accommodate numerous earrings.
"I recognize you," Elend said. "From the Assembly hall a few days ago. You were watching me."
the woman didn't answer. She looked over the room's occupants, standing stiffly-even haughtily-despite her bound wrists. Elend had never actually met a Terriswoman before; he'd only met stewards, eunuchs trained from birth to work as manservants. For some reason, Elend had expected a Terriswoman to seem a bit more servile.
"She was hiding in the next room over," Demoux said. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I don't know how she got past us. We found her listening against the wall, though I doubt she heard anything. I mean, those walls are made of stone."
Elend met the woman's eyes. Older-perhaps fifty- 'she wasn't beautiful, but neither was she homely. She was sturdy, with a straightforward, rectangular face. Her stare was calm and firm, and it made Elend uncomfortable to hold it for long.
"So, what did you expect to overhear, woman?" Elend asked.
The Terriswoman ignored the comment. She turned to the others, and spoke in a lightly accented voice. "I would speak with the king alone. The rest of you are excused."
Ham smiled. "Well, at least she's got nerve."
Dockson addressed the Terriswoman. "What makes you think that we would leave our king alone with you?"
"His Majesty and I have things to discuss," the woman said in a businesslike manner, as if oblivious of-or unconcerned about-her status as a prisoner. "You needn't be worried about his safety; I'm certain that the young Mistbom hiding outside the window will be more than enough to deal with me."
Elend glanced to the side, toward the small ventilation window beside the more massive stained-glass one. How would the Terriswoman have known that Vin was watching? Her ears would have to be extraordinarily keen. Keen enough, perhaps, to listen in on the meeting through a stone wall?
Elend turned back to the newcomer. "You're a Keeper."
She nodded.
"Did Sazed send you?"
"It is because of him that I am here," she said. "But I was not 'sent'"
"Ham, it's all right," Elend said slowly. "You can go."
"Are you sure?" Ham asked, frowning.
"Leave me bound, if you wish," the woman said.
If she really is a Feruchemist, that won't be much of a hindrance, Elend thought. Of course, if she really is a Feruchemist-a Keeper, like Sazed-I shouldn't have anything to fear from her. Theoretically.
The others shuffled from the room, their postures indicating what they thought of Elend's decision. Though they were no longer thieves by profession, Elend suspected that they-Jike Vin-would always bear the effects of their upbringing.
"We'll be just outside. El," Ham-the last one out- said, then pulled the door shut.
And yet, any who know me will realize that there was no chance I would give up so easily. Once I find something to investigate, I become dogged in my pursuit.
14
THE TERR1SWOMAN SNAPPED HER BONDS, and the ropes dropped to the floor.
"Uh, Vin?" Elend said, beginning to wonder about the logic of meeting with this woman. "Perhaps it's time you came in."
"She's not actually there," the Terriswoman said offhandedly, walking forward. "She left a few minutes ago to do her rounds. That is why I let myself be caught."
"Urn, I see," Elend said. "I'll be calling for the guards now."
"Don't be a fool," the Terriswoman said. "If I wanted to kill you, I could do it before the others got back in. Now be quiet for a moment."
Elend stood uncomfortably as the tall woman walked around the table in a slow circle, studying him as a merchant might inspect a piece of furniture up for auction. Finally she stopped, placing her hands on her hips.
"Stand up straight," she commanded.
"Excuse me?"
"You're slouching," the woman said. "A king must maintain an air of dignity at all times, even when with his friends."
Elend frowned. "Now, while I appreciate advice, I don't-"
"No," the woman said. "Don't hedge. Command."
"Excuse me?" Elend said again.
The woman stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder and pressing his back firmly to improve his posture. She stepped back, then nodded slightly to herself.
"Now, see," Elend said. "I don't-"
"No," the woman interrupted. "You must be stronger in the way that you speak. Presentation-words, actions, postures-will determine how people judge you and react to you. If you start every sentence with softness and uncertainty, you will seem soft and uncertain. Be forceful!"
"What is going on here?" Elend demanded, exasperated.
'There," the woman said. "Finally."
"You said that you know Sazed?" Elend asked, resisting the urge to slouch back into his earlier posture.
"He is an acquaintance," the woman said. "My name is Tindwyl; I am, as you have guessed, a Keeper of Terris." She tapped her foot for a moment, then shook her head. "Sazed warned me about your slovenly appearance, but I honestly assumed that no king could have such a poor sense of self-presentation."
"Slovenly?" Elend asked. "Excuse me?"
"Stop saying that," Tindwyl snapped. "Don't ask questions; say what you mean. If you object, object-don't leave your words up to my interpretation."
"Yes, well, while this is fascinating,
" Elend said, walking toward the door, "I'd rather avoid further insults this evening. If you'll excuse me ..."
"Your people think you are a fool, Elend Venture," Tindwyl said quietly.
Elend paused.
'The Assembly-a body you yourself organized- ignores your authority. The skaa are convinced that you won't be able to protect them. Even your own council of friends makes their plans in your absence, assuming your input to be no great loss."
Elend closed his eyes, taking a slow, deep breath.
"You have good ideas, Elend Venture," Tindwyl said.
"Regal ideas. However, you are not a king. A man can only lead when others accept him as their leader, and he has only as much authority as his subjects give to him. All of the brilliant ideas in the world cannot save your kingdom if no one will listen to them."
Elend turned. 'This last year I've read every pertinent book on leadership and governance in the four libraries."
Tindwyl raised an eyebrow. 'Then, I suspect that you spent a great deal of time in your room that you should have been out, being seen by your people and learning to be a ruler."
"Books have great value," Elend said.
"Actions have greater value."
"And where am I to learn the proper actions?"
"From me."
Elend paused.
"You may know that every Keeper has an area of special interest," Tindwyl said. "While we all memorize the same store of information, one person can only study and understand a limited amount of that store. Our mutual friend Sazed spends his time on religions."
"And your specialty?"
"Biographies," she said. "I have studied the lives of generals, kings, and emperors whose names you have never heard. Understanding theories of politics and leadership, Elend Venture, is not the same as understanding the lives of men who lived such principles."
"And ... you can teach me to emulate those men?"
"Perhaps," Tindwyl said. "I haven't yet decided whether or not you're a hopeless case. But, I am here, so I will do what I can. A few months ago, I received a letter from Sazed, explaining your predicament. He did not ask me to come to train you-but, then, Sazed is perhaps another man who could learn to be more forceful."
Elend nodded slowly, meeting the Terriswoman's eyes.
"Will you accept my instruction, then?" she asked.
Elend thought for a moment. if she's anywhere near as useful as Sazed, then ... well, I could certainly use some help at this. "I will," he said.
Tindwyl nodded. "Sazed also mentioned your humility. h could be an asset-assuming you don't let it get in the *ay. Now, I believe that your Mistbom has returned."
Elend turned toward the side window. The shutter swung open, allowing mist to begin streaming into the room and revealing a crouching, cloaked form.
"How did you know I was here?" Vin asked quietly.
Tindwyl smiled-the first such expression Elend had seen on her face. "Sazed mentioned you as well, child. You and I should speak soon in private, I think."
Vin slipped into the room, drawing mist in behind her, then closed the shutter. She didn't bother to hide her hostility or mistrust as she put herself between Elend and Tindwyl.
"Why are you here?" Vin demanded.
Tindwyl smiled again. "It took your king there several minutes to get to that question, and here you ask it after a few bare moments. You, are an interesting couple, I think."
Vin's eyes narrowed.
"Regardless, I should withdraw," Tindwyl said. "We shall speak again, I assume. Your Majesty?"
"Yes, of course," Elend said. "Urn ... is there anything I should begin practicing?"
"Yes," Tindwyl said, walking to the door. "Stop saying 'urn.'"
"Right."
Ham poked his head in the door as soon as Tindwyl opened it. He immediately noticed her discarded bonds. He didn't say anything, however; he likely assumed that Elend had freed her.
"I think we're done for the night, everyone," Elend said. "Ham, would you see that Mistress Tindwyl is given quarters in the palace? She's a friend of Sazed's."
Ham shrugged. "All right, then." He nodded to Vin, then withdrew. Tindwyl did not bid them good night as she left.
Vin frowned, then glanced at Elend. He seemed ... distracted. "I don't like her," she said.
Elend smiled, stacking up the books on his table. "You don't like anyone when you first meet them, Vin." "I liked you."
"Thereby demonstrating that you are a terrible judge of character."
Vin paused, then smiled. She walked over and began picking through the books. They weren't typical Elend fare-far more practical than the kinds of things he usually read. "How did it go tonight?" she asked. "I didn't have much time to listen."
Elend sighed. He turned, sitting down on the table, looking up at the massive rose window at the back of the room. It was dark, its colors only hinted as reflections in the black glass. "It went well, I suppose."
"I told you they'd like your plan. It's the sort of thing they'll find challenging."
"I suppose," Elend said.
Vin frowned. "All right," she sajd, hopping up to stand on the table. She sat down beside him. "What is it? Is it something that woman said? What did she want, anyway?"
"Just to pass on some knowledge," he said. "You know how Keepers are, always wanting an ear to listen to their lessons."
"I suppose," Vin said slowly. She hadn't ever seen Elend depressed, but he did get discouraged. He had so many ideas, so many plans and hopes, that she sometimes wondered how he kept them all straight. She would have said that he lacked focus; Reen had always said that focus kept a thief alive. Elend's dreams, however, were so much a part of who he was. She doubted he could discard them. She didn't think she would want him to, for they were part of what she loved about him.
'They agreed to the plan, Vin," Elend said, still looking up at the window. "They even seemed excited, like you said they'd be. It's just... I can't help thinking that their suggestion was far more rational than mine. They wanted to side with one of the armies, giving it our support in exchange for leaving me as a subjugated ruler in Luthadel."
"That would be giving up," Vin said.
"Sometimes, giving up is better than failing. I just committed my city to an extended siege. That will mean hunger, perhaps starvation, before this is over with."
Vin put a hand on his shoulder, watching him uncertainly. Usually, he was the one who reassured her. "It's still a better way," she said. 'The others probably just suggested a weaker plan because they thought you wouldn't go along with something more daring."
"No," Elend said. 'They weren't pandering to me, Vin. They really thought that making a strategic alliance was a good, safe plan." He paused, then looked at her. "Since when did that group represent the reasonable side of my government?"
'They've had to grow," Vin said. "They can't be the men they once were, not with this much responsibility."
Elend turned back toward the window. "I'll tell you what worries me, Vin. I'm worried that their plan wasn't reasonable-perhaps it itself was a bit foolhardy. Perhaps making an alliance would have been a difficult enough task. If that's the case, then what I'm proposing is just downright ludicrous."
Vin squeezed his shoulder. "We fought the Lord Ruler."
"You had Kelsier then."
"Not that again."
"I'm sorry," Elend said. "But, really, Vin. Maybe my plan to try and hold on to the government is just arrogance. What was it you told me about your childhood? When you were in the thieving crews, and everyone was bigger, stronger, and meaner than you, what did you do? Did you stand up to the leaders?"
Memories flashed in her mind. Memories of hiding, of keeping her eyes down, of weakness.
"That was'then," she said. "You can't let others beat on you forever. That's what Kelsier taught me-that's why we fought the Lord Ruler. That's why the skaa rebellion fought the Final Empire all those years, even when there was no chance of winning. Reen taught me that the
rebels were fools. But Reen is dead now-and so is the Final Empire. And..."
She leaned down, catching Elend's eyes. "You can't give up the city, Elend," she said quietly. "I don't think I'd like what that would do to you."
Elend paused, then smiled slowly. "You can be very wise sometimes, Vin."
"You think that?"
He nodded.
"Well," she said, "then obviously you're as poor a judge of character as I am."
Elend laughed, putting his arm around her, hugging her against his side. "So, I assume the patrol tonight was uneventful?"
The mist spirit. Her fall. The chill she could still feel-if only faintly remembered-in her forearm. "It was," she said. The last time she'd told him of the mist spirit, he'd immediately thought she'd been seeing things.
"See," Elend said, "you should have come to the meeting: I would have liked to have had you here."
She said nothing.
They sat for a few minutes, looking up at the dark window. There was an odd beauty to it; the colors weren't visible because of the lack of back light, and she could instead focus on the patterns of glass. Chips, slivers, slices, and plates woven together within a framework of metal.
•'Elend?" she finally said. "I'm worried."
"I'd be concerned if you weren't," he said. "Those armies have me so worried that I can barely think straight."
"No," Vin said. "Not about that. I'm worried about other things."
"Like what?"
"Well... I've been thinking about what the Lord Ruler said, right before I killed him. Do you remember?"
Elend nodded. He hadn't been there, but she'd told him.
"He talked about what he'd done for mankind," Vin said. "He saved us, the stories say. From the Deepness."
Elend nodded.
"But," Vin said, "what was the Deepness? You were a nobleman-religion wasn't forbidden to you. What did the Ministry teach about the Deepness and the Lord
Ruler?"
Elend shrugged. "Not much, really. Religion wasn't forbidden, but it wasn't encouraged either. There was something proprietary about the Ministry, an air that implied they would take care of religious things-that we didn't need to worry ourselves."
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