“That wasn’t a victory, Mennis,” Kelsier whispered. “I’ll show you a victory.”
He forced himself to smile – not out of pleasure, and not out of satisfaction. He smiled despite the grief he felt at the deaths of his men; he smiled because that was what he did. That was how he proved to the Lord Ruler – and to himself – that he wasn’t beaten.
No, he wasn’t going to walk away. He wasn’t finished yet. Not by far.
THE END OF PART THREE
Part four
DANCERS IN A SEA OF MIST
26
I am growing so very tired.
VIN LAY IN HER BED at Clubs’s shop, feeling her head throb.
Fortunately, the headache was growing weaker. She could still remember waking up on that first horrible morning; the pain had been so strong she’d barely been able to think, let alone move. She didn’t know how Kelsier had kept going, leading the remnants of their army to a safe location.
That had been over two weeks ago. Fifteen full days, and her head still hurt. Kelsier said it was good for her. He claimed that she needed to practice “pewter dragging,” training her body to function beyond what it thought possible. Despite what he said, however, she doubted something that hurt so much could possibly be “good” for her.
Of course, it might well be a useful skill to have. She could acknowledge this, now that her head wasn’t pounding quite so much. She and Kelsier had been able to run to the battlefield in under a single day. The return trip had taken two weeks.
Vin rose, stretching tiredly. They’d been back for less than a day, in fact. Kelsier had probably stayed up half the night explaining events to the other crewmembers. Vin, however, had been happy to go straight to bed. The nights spent sleeping on the hard earth had reminded her that a comfortable bed was a luxury she’d started to take for granted.
She yawned, rubbed her temples again, then threw on a robe and made her way to the bathroom. She was pleased to see that Clubs’s apprentices had remembered to draw her a bath. She locked the door, disrobed, and settled into the warm, lightly scented bathwater. Had she ever really found those scents obnoxious? The smell would make her less inconspicuous, true, but that seemed a slim price for ridding herself of the dirt and grime she’d picked up while traveling.
She still found longer hair an annoyance, however. She washed it, combing out the tangles and knots, wondering how the court women could stand hair that went all the way down their backs. How long must they spend combing and primping beneath a servant’s care? Vin’s hair hadn’t even reached her shoulders yet, and she was already loath to let it get longer. It would fly about and whip her face when she jumped, not to mention provide her foes with something to grab on to.
Once finished bathing, she returned to her room, dressed in something practical, and made her way downstairs. Apprentices bustled in the workroom and housekeepers worked upstairs, but the kitchen was quiet. Clubs, Dockson, Ham, and Breeze sat at the morning meal. They looked up as Vin entered.
“What?” Vin asked grumpily, pausing in the doorway. The bath had soothed her headache somewhat, but it still pulsed slightly in the back of her head.
The four men exchanged glances. Ham spoke first. “We were just discussing the status of the plan, now that both our employer and our army are gone.”
Breeze raised an eyebrow. “Status? That’s an interesting way of putting it, Hammond. I would have said ‘unfeasibility’ instead.”
Clubs grunted his assent, and the four turned to her, apparently waiting to see her reaction.
Why do they care so much what I think? she thought, walking into the room and taking a chair.
“You want something to eat?” Dockson said, rising. “Clubs’s housekeepers fixed some baywraps for us to–”
“Ale,” Vin said.
Dockson paused. “It’s not even noon.”
“Ale. Now. Please.” She leaned forward, folding her arms on the table and resting her head on them.
Ham had the nerve to chuckle. “Pewter drag?”
Vin nodded.
“It’ll pass,” he said.
“If I don’t die first,” Vin grumbled.
Ham chuckled again, but the levity seemed forced. Dox handed her a mug, then sat, glancing at the others. “So, Vin. What do you think?”
“I don’t know,” she said with a sigh. “The army was pretty much the center of everything, right? Breeze, Ham, and Yeden spent all their time recruiting; Dockson and Renoux worked on supplies. Now that the soldiers are gone… well, that only leaves Marsh’s work with the Ministry and Kell’s attacks on the nobility – and neither are things he needs us for. The crew is redundant.”
The room fell silent.
“She has a depressingly blunt way of putting it,” Dockson said.
“Pewter drag will do that to you,” Ham noted.
“When did you get back, anyway?” Vin asked.
“Last night, after you were asleep,” Ham said. “The Garrison sent us part-time soldiers back early, so they wouldn’t have to pay us.”
“They’re still out there, then?” Dockson asked.
Ham nodded. “Hunting down the rest of our army. The Luthadel Garrison relieved the Valtroux troops, who were actually pretty beat up from the fighting. The majority of the Luthadel troops should be out for a long while yet, searching for rebels – apparently, several very large groups broke off of our main army and fled before the battle started.”
The conversation lulled into another period of silence. Vin sipped at her ale, drinking it more out of spite than any belief that it would make her feel better. A few minutes later, footsteps sounded on the stairs.
Kelsier swept into the kitchen. “Good morning, all,” he said with customary cheerfulness. “Baywraps again, I see. Clubs, you really need to hire more imaginative housemaids.” Despite the comment, he grabbed a cylindrical baywrap and took a large bite, then smiled pleasantly as he poured himself something to drink.
The crew remained quiet. The men exchanged glances. Kelsier remained standing, leaning back against the cupboard as he ate.
“Kell, we need to talk,” Dockson finally said. “The army is gone.”
“Yes,” Kelsier said between bites. “I noticed.”
“The job is dead, Kelsier,” Breeze said. “It was a good try, but we failed.”
Kelsier paused. He frowned, lowering his baywrap. “Failed? What makes you say that?”
“The army is gone, Kell,” Ham said.
“The army was only one piece of our plans. We’ve had a setback, true – but we’re hardly finished.”
“Oh, for the Lord’s sake, man!” Breeze said. “How can you stand there so cheerfully? Our men are dead. Don’t you even care?”
“I care, Breeze,” Kelsier said in a solemn voice. “But what is done is done. We need to move on.”
“Exactly!” Breeze said. “Move on from this insane ‘job’ of yours. It’s time to quit. I know you don’t like that, but it’s the simple truth!”
Kelsier set his plate on the counter. “Don’t Soothe me, Breeze. Never Soothe me.”
Breeze paused, mouth open slightly. “Fine,” he finally said. “I won’t use Allomancy; I’ll just use truth. Do you know what I think? I think you never intended to grab that atium.
“You’ve been using us. You promised us wealth so we’d join you, but you never had any intention of making us rich. This is all about your ego – it’s about becoming the most famous crewleader that ever lived. That’s why you’re spreading all these rumors, doing all this recruitment. You’ve known wealth – now you want to become a legend.”
Breeze fell quiet, eyes hard. Kelsier stood with his arms folded, regarding the crew. Several glanced aside, shamed eyes proving that they had considered what Breeze was saying. Vin was one of those. The silence persisted, all of them waiting for a rebuttal.
Footsteps sounded on the stairs again, and Spook burst into the kitchen. “Willing the care and upping to see! A gathering, in the foun
tain square!”
Kelsier didn’t look surprised by the boy’s announcement.
“A gathering in the fountain square?” Ham said slowly. “That means…”
“Come on,” Kelsier said, standing up straight. “We’re going to watch.”
“I’d rather not do this, Kell,” Ham said. “I avoid these things for a reason.”
Kelsier ignored him. He walked at the head of the crew, who all – even Breeze – wore mundane skaa clothing and cloaks. A light ashfall had begun, and careless flakes floated down from the sky, like leaves dropped from some unseen tree.
Large clusters of skaa clogged the street, most of them workers from factories or mills. Vin knew of only one reason why the workers would be released and sent to gather in the city’s central square.
Executions.
She’d never gone to them before. Supposedly, all the men in the city – skaa or noble – were required to attend execution ceremonies, but thieving crews knew how to remain hidden. Bells rang in the distance, announcing the event, and obligators watched at the sides of the streets. They would go into mills, forges, and random houses searching for those who disobeyed the call, meting out death as a punishment. Gathering this many people was an enormous undertaking – but, in a way, doing things like this simply worked to prove how powerful the Lord Ruler was.
The streets grew even more crowded as Vin’s crew approached the fountain square. Building roofs were packed, and people filled the streets, pressing forward. There’s no way they’ll all fit. Luthadel wasn’t like most other cities; its population was enormous. Even with only the men in attendance, there was no way everyone would have a view of the executions.
Yet, they came anyway. Partially because they were required, partially because they wouldn’t have to work while they watched, and partially – Vin suspected – because they had the same morbid curiosity that all men possessed.
As the crowds grew thicker, Kelsier, Dockson, and Ham began to shove the crew a path through the onlookers. Some of the skaa gave the crew looks of resentment, though many were just dull-eyed and compliant. Some appeared surprised, even excited, when they saw Kelsier, though his scars were not showing. These people moved aside eagerly.
Eventually, the crew reached the outer row of buildings surrounding the square. Kelsier picked one, nodding toward it, and Dockson moved forward. A man at the doorway tried to bar his entrance, but Dox pointed toward the roof, then hefted his coinpouch suggestively. A few minutes later, the crew had the entire rooftop to themselves.
“Smoke us please, Clubs,” Kelsier said quietly.
The gnarled craftsman nodded, making the crew invisible to Allomantic bronze senses. Vin walked over and crouched beside the roof’s lip, hands on the short stone railing as she scanned the square down below. “So many people…”
“You’ve lived in cities all your life, Vin,” Ham said, standing next to her. “Surely you’ve seen crowds before.”
“Yes, but…” How could she explain? The shifting, overpacked mass was unlike anything she’d seen. It was expansive, almost endless, its trails filling every street leading away from the central square. The skaa were packed so closely, she wondered how they even had room to breathe.
The noblemen were at the center of the square, separated from the skaa by soldiers. They were close to the central fountain patio, which stood about five feet above the rest of the square. Someone had constructed seating for the nobility, and they lounged, as if they were visiting some show or horse race. Many had servants holding up parasols against the ash, but it was falling lightly enough that some just ignored it.
Standing beside the noblemen were the obligators – regular ones in gray, Inquisitors in black. Vin shivered. There were eight Inquisitors, their lanky forms standing a head above the obligators. But, it wasn’t just height that separated the dark creatures from their cousins. There was an air, a distinctive posture, about the Steel Inquisitors.
Vin turned, studying the regular obligators instead. Most of them held themselves proudly in their administrative robes – the higher their position, the finer the robes. Vin squinted, burning tin, and recognized a moderately familiar face.
“There,” she said, pointing. “That one’s my father.”
Kelsier perked up. “Where?”
“At the front of the obligators,” Vin said. “The shorter one with the golden robe-scarf.”
Kelsier fell silent. “That’s your father?” he finally asked.
“Who?” Dockson asked, squinting. “I can’t make out their faces.”
“Tevidian,” Kelsier said.
“The lord prelan?” Dockson asked with shock.
“What?” Vin asked. “Who’s that?”
Breeze chuckled. “The lord prelan is the leader of the Ministry, my dear. He’s the most important of the Lord Ruler’s obligators – technically, he’s even higher ranked than the Inquisitors.”
Vin sat, dumbfounded.
“The lord prelan,” Dockson mumbled, shaking his head. “This just keeps getting better.”
“Look!” Spook suddenly said, pointing.
The crowd of skaa began to shuffle. Vin had assumed that they were too packed to move, but apparently she was wrong. The people began to pull back, making a large corridor leading to the central platform.
What could make them–
Then she felt it. The oppressive numbness, like a massive blanket pressing down, choking away her air, stealing her will. She immediately burned copper. Yet, like before, she swore that she could feel the Lord Ruler’s Soothing despite the metal. She sensed him coming closer, trying to make her lose all will, all desire, all strength of emotion.
“He’s coming,” Spook whispered, crouching down beside her.
A black carriage drawn by a pair of massive white stallions appeared down a side street. It rolled down the corridor of skaa, moving with a sense of… inevitability. Vin saw several people get clipped by its passing, and suspected that if a man were to fall into the carriage’s path, the vehicle wouldn’t even slow as it crushed him to death.
The skaa sagged a bit more as the Lord Ruler arrived, a visible ripple washing across the crowd, their postures drooping as they felt his powerful Soothing. The background roar of whispers and chatting dampened, an unreal silence falling over the enormous square.
“He’s so powerful,” Breeze said. “Even at my best, I can only Soothe a couple hundred men. There have to be tens of thousands of people here!”
Spook looked over the rim of the rooftop. “It makes me want to fall. To just let go…”
Then, he paused. He shook his head, as if waking up. Vin frowned. Something felt different. Tentatively, she extinguished her copper, and realized that she could no longer feel the Lord Ruler’s Soothing. The feeling of awful depression – of soullessness and emptiness – had strangely disappeared. Spook looked up, and the rest of the crewmembers stood just a little straighter.
Vin glanced around. The skaa below looked unchanged. Yet, her friends–
Her eyes found Kelsier. The crewleader stood straight-backed, staring resolutely at the approaching carriage, a look of concentration on his face.
He’s Rioting our emotions, Vin realized. He’s counteracting the Lord Ruler’s power. It was obviously a struggle for Kelsier to protect even their small group.
Breeze is right, Vin thought. How can we fight something like this? The Lord Ruler is Soothing a hundred thousand people at once!
But, Kelsier fought on. Just in case, Vin turned on her copper. Then she burned zinc and reached out to help Kelsier, Rioting the emotions of those around her. It felt like she was Pulling against some massive, immobile wall. Yet, it must have helped, for Kelsier relaxed slightly, shooting her a grateful look.
“Look,” Dockson said, probably unaware of the unseen battle that occurred around him. “The prisoner carts.” He pointed toward a set of ten large, bar-lined carts traveling down the corridor behind the Lord Ruler.
“Do you recogn
ize anyone in them?” Ham said, leaning forward.
“I’m not of the seeing,” Spook said, looking uncomfortable. “Uncle, you really the burn, right?”
“Yes, my copper is on,” Clubs said testily. “You’re safe. We’re far enough away from the Lord Ruler that it wouldn’t matter anyway – that plaza is enormous.”
Spook nodded, then obviously began burning tin. A moment later, he shook his head. “Notting of the recognizing anyone.”
“You weren’t there for a lot of the recruiting, though, Spook,” Ham said, squinting.
“True,” Spook replied. Though his accent remained, he was obviously making an effort to speak normally.
Kelsier stepped up to the ledge, holding a hand up to shade his eyes. “I can see the prisoners. No, I don’t recognize any of the faces. They aren’t captive soldiers.”
“Who, then?” Ham asked.
“Mostly women and children, it appears,” Kelsier said.
“The families of the soldiers?” Ham asked, horrified.
Kelsier shook his head. “I doubt it. They wouldn’t have taken the time to identify dead skaa.”
Ham frowned, looking confused.
“Random people, Hammond,” Breeze said with a quiet sigh. “Examples – casual executions made in order to punish the skaa for harboring rebels.”
“No, not even that,” Kelsier said. “I doubt the Lord Ruler even knows, or cares, that most of those men were recruited from Luthadel. He probably just assumes that it was another countryside rebellion. This… this is just a way of reminding everyone who is in control.”
The Lord Ruler’s carriage rolled up a platform onto the central patio. The ominous vehicle pulled to a stop in the exact center of the square, but the Lord Ruler himself remained inside.
The prisoner carts pulled to a stop, and a group of obligators and soldiers began to unload them. Black ash continued to fall as the first group of prisoners – most struggling only weakly – were dragged up onto the raised central platform. An Inquisitor directed the work, gesturing for prisoners to be gathered beside each of the platform’s four bowl-like fountains.
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