OreSeur sighed. "I was thinking, Mistress, that your fixation with Zane is disconcerting."
"Fixation?" Vin said. "I'm just keeping an eye on him. I don't like having another Mistborn-enemy or not- running around in my city. Who knows what he could be up to?"
OreSeur frowned, but said nothing.
"OreSeur," Vin said, "if you have things to say, speak!"
"I apologize. Mistress," OreSeur said. "I'm not accustomed to chatting with my masters-especially not candidly."
"It's all right. Just speak your mind." "Well, Mistress," OreSeur said, raising his head off his paws, "I do not like this Zane." "What do you know of him?"
"Nothing more than you," OreSeur admitted. "However, most kandra are very good judges of character. When you practice imitation for as long as I have, you learn to see to the hearts of men. I do not like what I have seen of Zane. He seems too pleased with himself. He seems too deliberate in the way he has befriended you. He makes me uncomfortable."
Vin sat on the ledge, legs parted, hands before her with palms down, resting on the cool stone. He might be right.
But, OreSeur hadn't flown with Zane, hadn't sparred in the mists. Through no fault of his own, OreSeur was like Elend. Not an Allomancer. Neither of them could understand what it was to soar on a Push of steel, to flare tin and experience the sudden shock of five heightened senses. They couldn't know. They couldn't understand.
Vin leaned back. Then, she regarded the wolfhound in the growing light. There was something she'd been meaning to mention, and now seemed as good a time as any. "OreSeur, you can switch bodies, if you want."
The wolfhound raised an eyebrow.
"We have those bones that we found in the palace," Vin said. "You can use those, if you're tired of being a dog."
"I couldn't use them," OreSeur said. "I haven't digested their body-I wouldn't know the proper arrangement of muscles and organs to make the person look correct."
"Well, then," Vin said. "We could get you a criminal."
"I thought you liked these bones on me," OreSeur said.
"I do," Vin said. "But, I don't want you to stay in a body that makes you unhappy."
OreSeur snorted. "My happiness is not an issue."
"It is to me," Vin said. "We could-"
"Mistress," OreSeur interrupted.
"Yes?"
"I shall keep these bones. I've grown accustomed to them. It is very frustrating to change forms often."
Vin hesitated. "All right," she finally said.
OreSeur nodded. "Though," he continued, "speaking of bodies. Mistress, are we ever planning to return to the palace? Not all of us have the constitution of a Mistborn- some people need sleep and food on occasion."
He certainly complains a lot more now, Vin thought. However, she found the attitude to be a good sign; it meant OreSeur was growing more comfortable with her. Comfortable enough to tell her when he thought she was being stupid.
Why do I even bother with Zane? she thought, rising and turning eyes northward. The mist was still moderately strong, and she could barely make out Straff's army, still holding the northern canal, maintaining the siege. It sat like a spider, waiting for the right time to spring.
Elend, she thought. I should be more focused on Elend. His motions to dismiss the Assembly's decision, or to force a revote, had all failed. And, stubbornly lawful as always, Elend continued to accept his failures. He still thought he had a chance to persuade the Assembly to choose him as king-or at least not vote anybody else to the position.
So he worked on speeches and planned with Breeze and Dockson. This left him little time for Vin, and rightly so. The last thing he needed was her distracting him. This was something she couldn't help him with-something she couldn't fight or scare away.
His world is of papers, books, laws, and philosophies, she thought. He rides the words of his theories like I ride the mists. I always worry that he can't understand me... but can I really even understand him?
OreSeur stood, stretched, and placed his forepaws on the wall's railing to raise himself and look north, like Vin.
Vin shook her head. "Sometimes, I wish Elend weren't so ... well, noble. The city doesn't need this confusion right now."
"He did the right thing, Mistress."
"You think so?"
"Of course," OreSeur said. "He made a contract. It is his duty to keep that contract, no matter what. He must serve his master-in his case, that would be the city-even if that master makes him do something very distasteful."
"That's a very kandralike way of seeing things," Vin said.
OreSeur looked up at her, raising a canine eyebrow, as if to ask Well, what did you expect? She smiled; she had to suppress a chuckle every time she saw that expression on his dog face.
"Come on," Vin said. "Let's get back to the palace."
"Excellent," OreSeur said, dropping down to all fours. "That meat I set out should be perfect by now."
"Unless the maids found it again," Vin said with a smile.
OreSeur's expression darkened. "I thought you were going to warn them."
"What would I say?" Vin asked with amusement. "Please don't throw away this rancid meat-my dog likes to eat it?"
"Why not?" OreSeur asked. "When I imitate a human, I almost never get to have a good meal, but dogs eat aged meat sometimes, don't they?"
"T honestly don't know," Vin said.
"Aged meat is delicious."
"You mean 'rotten' meat."
"Aged," OreSeur said insistently as she picked him up, preparing to carry him down from the wall. The top of Keep Hasting was a good hundred feet tall-far too high up for OreSeur to jump, and the only path down would be through the inside of the abandoned keep. Better to carry him.
"Aged meat is like aged wine or aged cheese," OreSeur continued. "It tastes better when it's a few weeks old."
I suppose that's one of the side effects of being related to scavengers, Vin thought. She hopped up on the lip of the wall, dropping a few coins. However, as she prepared to jump-OreSeur a large bulk in her arms-she hesitated. She turned one last time, looking out at Straff's army. It was fully visible now; the sun had risen completely above the horizon. Yet, a few insistent swirls of mist wavered in the air, as if trying to defy the sun, to continue to cloak the city, to stave off the light of day....
Lord Ruler! Vin thought, struck by a sudden insight. She'd been working on this problem so long, it had begun to frustrate her. And now, when she'd been ignoring it, the answer had come to her. As if her subconscious had still been picking it apart.
"Mistress?" OreSeur asked. "Is everything all right?"
Vin opened her mouth slightly, cocking her head. "I think I just realized what the Deepness was."
But, I must continue with the sparsest of detail. Space is limited. The other Worldbringers must have thought themselves humble when they came to me, admitting that they had been wrong. Even then, I was beginning to doubt my original declaration.
But, I was prideful.
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I write this record now, Sazed read, pounding it into a metal slab, because I am afraid. Afraid for myself, yes- I admit to being human. If Alendi does return from the Well of Ascension, lam certain that my death will be one of his first objectives. He is not an evil man, but he is a ruthless one. That is, I think, a product of what he has been through.
I am also afraid, however, that all I have known-that my story-will be forgotten. I am afraid for the world that is to come. Afraid that Alendi will fail. Afraid of a doom brought by the Deepness.
It all comes back to poor Alendi. I feel bad for him, and for all the things he has been forced to endure. For what he has been forced to become.
But, let me begin at the beginning. I met Alendi first in Khlennium; he was a young lad then, and had not yet been warped by a decade spent leading armies.
Alendi's height struck me the first time I saw him. Here was a man who was small of stature, but who seemed to tower over others, a man who demanded
respect.
Oddly, it was Alendi's simple ingenuousness that first led me to befriend him. I employed him as an assistant during his first months in the grand city.
It wasn't until years later that I became convinced that Alendi was the Hero of Ages. Hero of Ages: the one called Rabzeen in Khlennium, the Anamnesor.
Savior.
When I finally had the realization-finally connected all of the signs of the Anticipation to him-I was so excited. Yet, when I announced my discovery to the other Worldbringers, I was met with scorn. Oh how I wish that I had listened to them.
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. I had determined that Alendi was the Hero of Ages, and I intended to prove it. I should have bowed before the will of the others; I shouldn't have insisted on traveling with Alendi to witness his journeys. It was inevitable that Alendi himself would find out what I believed him to be.
Yes, he was the one who fueled the rumors after that. I could never have done what lie himself did, convincing and persuading the world that he was indeed the. Hero. I don't know if he himself believed it, but he made others think that he must be the one.
If only the Terris religion, and belief in the Anticipation, hadn't spread beyond our people. If only the Deepness hadn't come, providing a threat that drove men to desperation both in action and belief. If only I had passed over Alendi when looking for an assistant, all those years ago.
Sazed sat back from his work of transcribing the robbing. There was still a great deal to do-it was amazing how much writing this Kwaan had managed to cram onto the relatively small sheet of steel.
Sazed looked over his work. He'd spent his entire trip north anticipating the time when he could finally begin work on the robbing. A part of him had been worried. Would the dead man's words seem as important sitting in a well-lit room as they had when in the dungeons of the Conventical of Seran?
He scanned to another part of the document, reading a few choice paragraphs. Ones of particular importance to him.
As the one who found Alendi, however, I became someone important. Foremost amongst the Worldbringers.
There was a place for me, in the lore of the Anticipation-I thought myself the Announcer, the prophet foretold to discover the Hero of Ages. Renouncing Alendi then would have been to renounce my new position, my acceptance, by the others.
And so I did not.
But I do so now. Let it be known that I. Kwaan. World-bringer of Terris, am a fraud.
Sazed closed his eyes. Worldbringer. The term was known to him; the order of the Keepers had been founded upon memories and hopes from Terris legends. The Worldbringers had been teachers, Feruchemists who had traveled the lands bearing knowledge. They had been a prime inspiration for the secret order of Keepers.
And now he had a document made by a Worldbringer's own hand.
Tindwyl is going to be very annoyed with me, Sazed thought, opening his eyes. He'd read the entire rubbing, but he would need to spend time studying it. Memorizing it. Cross-referencing it with other documents. This one bit of writing-perhaps twenty pages total-could easily keep him busy for months, even years.
His window shutters rattled. Sazed looked up. He was in his quarters at the palace-a tasteful collection of well-decorated rooms that were far too lavish for one who had spent his life as a servant. He rose, walked over to the window, undid the latch, and pulled open the shutters. He smiled as he found Vin crouching on the ledge outside.
"Urn ... hi," Vin said. She wore her mistcloak over gray shirt and blaber that, Lady Vin," Sazed said, and gesturing for her to enter.
Vin hopped spryly through the window, mistcloak rustling. "Try to remember?" she asked. "You never forget anything. Not even the things you don't have stuck in a metalmind."
She's grown so much more bold, he thought as she walked over to his writing desk, peering over his work. Even in the months I've been away.
"What's this?" Vin asked, still looking at the desk.
"I found it at the Conventical of Seran, Lady Vin," Sazed said, walking forward. It felt so good to be wearing clean robes again, to have a quiet and comfortable place in which to study. Was he a bad man for preferring this to travel?
One month, he thought. I will give myself one month of study. Then I will turn the project over to someone else.
"What is it?" Vin asked, holding up the rubbing.
"If you please. Lady Vin," Sazed said apprehensively. "That is quite fragile. The rubbing could be smudged...."
Vin nodded, putting it down and scanning his transcription. There had been a time when she would have avoided anything that smelled of stuffy writing, but now she looked intrigued. "This mentions the Deepness!" she said with excitement.
"Among other things," Sazed said, joining her at the desk. He sat down, and Vinck trousers. Despite the onset of morning, she obviously hadn't yet gone to bed after her nightly prowling. "You should leave your window unlatched. I can't get in if it's locked. Elend got mad at me for breaking loo many latches."
"I shall try to remem walked over to one of the room's low-backed, plush chairs. However, she didn't sit on it as an ordinary person would: instead, she hopped up and sat down on the top of the chair's back, her feet resting on the seat cushion. .
"What?" she asked, apparently noticing Sazed's smile.
"Just amused at a proclivity of Mistbom, Lady Vin," he said. "Your kind has trouble simply sitting-it seems you always want to perch instead. That is what comes from having such an incredible sense of balance, I think."
Vin frowned, but passed over the comment. "Sazed," she said, "what was the Deepness?"
He laced his fingers before himself, regarding the young woman as he mused. 'The Deepness, Lady Vin? That is a subject of much debate, I think. It was supposedly something great and powerful, though some scholars have dismissed the entire legend as a fabrication concocted by the Lord Ruler. There is some reason to believe this theory, I think, for the only real records of those times are the ones sanctioned by the Steel Ministry."
"But, the logbook mentions the Deepness," Vin said. "And so does that thing you're translating now."
"Indeed, Lady Vin," Sazed said. "But, even among those who assume the Deepness was real, there is a great deal of debate. Some hold to the Lord Ruler's official story, that the Deepness was a horrible, supernatural beast-a dark god, if you will. Others disagree with this extreme interpretation. They think the Deepness was more mundane- an army of some sort, perhaps invaders from another land. The Farmost Dominance, during pre-Ascension times, was apparently populated with several breeds of men who were quite primitive and warlike."
Vin was smiling. He looked at her questioningly, and she just shrugged. "I asked Elend this same question," she explained, "and I got barely a sentence-long response."
"His Majesty has different areas of scholarship; pre-Ascension history may be too stuffy a topic even for him. Besides, anyone who asks a Keeper about the past should be prepared for an extended conversation, I think."
"I'm not complaining," Vin said. "Continue."
"There isn't much more to say-or, rather, there is a great deal more to say, but I doubt much of it has relevance. Was the Deepness an army? Was it, perhaps, the first attack from koloss, as some theorize? That would explain much-most stories agree that the Lord Ruler gained some power to defeat the Deepness at the Well of Ascension. Perhaps he gained the support of the koloss, and then used them as his armies."
"Sazed," Vin said. "I don't think the Deepness was the koloss."
"Oh?"
"I think it was the mist."
"That theory has been proposed," Sazed said with a nod.
"It has?" Vin asked, sounding a bit disappointed.
"Of course, Lady Vin. During the thousand-year reign of the Final Empire, there are few possibilities that haven't been discussed, I think. The mist theory has been advanced before, but there are several large prob
lems with it."
"Such as?"
"Well," Sazed said, "for one thing, the Lord Ruler is said to have defeated the Deepness. However, the mist is obviously still here. Also, if the Deepness was simply mist, why call it by such an obscure name? Of course, others point out that much of what we know or have heard of the Deepness comes from oral lore, and something very common can take on mystical properties when transferred verbally through generations. The 'Deepness' therefore could mean not just the mist, but the event of its coming or alteration.
'The larger problem with the mist theory, however, is one of malignance. If we trust the accounts-and we have little else to go on-the Deepness was terrible and destructive. The mist seems to display none of this danger."
"But it kills people now."
Sazed paused. "Yes. Lady Vin. It apparently does."
"And what if it did so before, but the Lord Ruler stopped :: somehow? You yourself said that you think we did something-something that changed the mist-when we silled the Lord Ruler."
Sazed nodded. 'The problems I have been investigating are quite terrible, to be certain. However, I do not see that they could be a threat on the same level as the Deepness. Certain people have been killed by the mists, but many are elderly or otherwise lacking in constitution. It leaves many people alone."
He paused, tapping his thumbs together. "But, I would be remiss if I didn't admit some merit to the suggestion, Lady Vin. Perhaps even a few deaths would be enough to cause a panic. The danger could have been exaggerated by -etelling-and, perhaps the killings were more widespread before. I haven't been able to collect enough information to be certain of anything yet."
Vin didn't respond. Oh, dear, Sazed thought, sighing to himself. I've bored her. I really do need to be more careful, watching my vocabulary and my language. One would think that after all my travels among the skaa, I would have learned-
"Sazed?" Vin said, sounding thoughtful. "What if we're looking at it wrong? What if these random deaths in the mists aren't the problem at all?"
"What do you mean. Lady Vin?"
She sat quietly for a moment, one foot tapping back idly against the chair's back cushion. She finally looked up, meeting his eyes. "What would happen if the mists came during the day permanently?"
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