Telden nodded. “She got too close to you too quickly, Elend. She wants something.”
“Like what?” Elend asked, growing annoyed.
“Elend, Elend,” Jastes said. “You can’t just avoid the game by saying you don’t want to play. It’ll find you. Renoux moved into town just as house tensions began to rise, and he brought with him an unknown scion – a girl who immediately began to woo the most important and available young man in Luthadel. Doesn’t that seem odd to you?”
“Actually,” Elend noted, “I approached her first – if only because she had stolen my reading spot.”
“But, you have to admit that it’s suspicious how quickly she latched on to you,” Telden said. “If you’re going to dabble with romance, Elend, you need to learn one thing: You can play with women if you want, but don’t let yourself get too close to them. That’s where the trouble starts.”
Elend shook his head. “Valette is different.”
The other two shared a look, then Telden shrugged, turning back to his drink. Jastes, however, sighed, then stood and stretched. “Anyway, I should probably be going.”
“One more drink,” Telden said.
Jastes shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “You know how my parents are on ball nights – if I don’t go out and bid farewell to at least some of the guests, I’ll be nagged about it for weeks.”
The younger man wished them good night, walking back toward the main ballroom. Telden sipped his drink, eyeing Elend.
“I’m not thinking about her,” Elend said testily.
“What, then?”
“The meeting tonight,” Elend said. “I’m not sure if I like how it went.”
“Bah,” the large man said with a wave of his hand. “You’re getting as bad as Jastes. What happened to the man who attended these meetings just to relax and enjoy time with his friends?”
“He’s worried,” Elend said. “Some of his friends might end up in charge of their houses sooner than he expected, and he’s worried that none of us are ready.”
Telden snorted. “Don’t be so melodramatic,” he said, smiling and winking to the serving girl who came to clear away his empty cups. “I have a feeling that this is all just going to blow over. In a few months, we’ll look back and wonder what all the fretting was about.”
Kale Tekiel won’t look back, Elend thought.
The conversation waned, however, and Telden eventually excused himself. Elend sat for a while longer, opening The Dictates of Society for another read, but he had trouble concentrating. He turned the cup of brandy in his fingers, but didn’t drink much.
I wonder if Valette’s out yet… He’d tried to find her once his meeting was over, but apparently she’d been in a private gathering of her own.
That girl, he thought lazily, is far too interested in politics for her own good. Perhaps he was just jealous – only a few months in court, and she already seemed to be more competent than he was. She was so fearless, so bold, so… interesting. She didn’t fit any of the courtly stereotypes he’d been taught to expect.
Could Jastes be right? he wondered. She certainly is different from other women, and she did imply there were things about her I didn’t know.
Elend pushed the thought out of his mind. Valette was different, true – but she was also innocent, in a way. Eager, full of wonder and spunk.
He worried about her; she obviously didn’t know how dangerous Luthadel could be. There was so much more to politics in the city than simple parties and petty intrigues. What would happen if someone decided to send a Mistborn to deal with her and her uncle? Renoux was poorly connected, and none of the court’s members would blink twice at a few assassinations in Fellise. Did Valette’s uncle know how to take the proper precautions? Did he even worry about Allomancers?
Elend sighed. He’d just have to make certain that Valette left the area. That was the only option.
By the time his carriage reached Keep Venture, Elend had decided that he’d drunk too much. He made his way up to his rooms, looking forward to his bed and pillows.
The hallway to his bedroom, however, passed by his father’s study. The door was open, and light still spilled out despite the late hour. Elend tried to walk quietly on the carpeted floor, but he’d never really been all that stealthy.
“Elend?” his father’s voice called from the study. “Come in here.”
Elend sighed quietly. Lord Straff Venture didn’t miss much. He was a Tineye – his senses were so keen that he’d probably heard Elend’s carriage approaching outside. If I don’t deal with him now, he’ll just send the servants to pester me until I come down to speak with him…
Elend turned and walked into the study. His father sat in his chair, speaking quietly with TenSoon – the Venture Kandra. Elend still wasn’t used to the creature’s most recent body, which had once belonged to a servant in the Hasting household. Elend shivered as it noticed him. It bowed, then quietly retreated from the room.
Elend leaned against the doorframe. Straff’s chair sat in front of several shelves of books – not a single one of which, Elend was confident, his father had ever read. The room was lit by two lamps, their hoods mostly closed to allow out only a bit of light.
“You attended the ball tonight,” Straff said. “What did you learn?”
Elend reached up, rubbing his forehead. “That I have a tendency to drink far too much brandy.”
Straff was not amused by the comment. He was the perfect imperial nobleman – tall, firm-shouldered, always dressed in a tailored vest and suit. “You met with that… woman again?” he asked.
“Valette? Hum, yes. Not for as long as I would have liked, though.”
“I forbade you from spending time with her.”
“Yes,” Elend said. “I remember.”
Straff’s expression darkened. He stood, walking over to the desk. “Oh, Elend,” he said. “When are you going to get over this childish temperament you have? Do you think I don’t realize that you act foolishly simply to spite me?”
“Actually, I got over my ‘childish temperament’ some time ago, Father – it just seems that my natural inclinations work even better to annoy you. I wish I had known that earlier; I could have saved a great deal of effort in my younger years.”
His father snorted, then held up a letter. “I dictated this to Staxles a short time ago. It is an acceptance of a lunch appointment with Lord Tegas tomorrow afternoon. If a house war does come, I want to make certain we are in a position to destroy the Hastings as quickly as possible, and Tegas could be a strong ally. He has a daughter. I’d like you to dine with her at the luncheon.”
“I’ll consider it,” Elend said, tapping his head. “I’m not sure what kind of state I’ll be in tomorrow morning. Too much brandy, remember?”
“You’ll be there, Elend. This is not a request.”
Elend paused. A part of him wanted to snap back at his father, to make a stand – not because he cared about where he dined, but because of something far more important.
Hasting is the second-most-powerful house in the city. If we made an allegiance with them, together we could keep Luthadel from chaos. We could stop the house war, not enflame it.
That’s what his books had done to him – they had changed him from rebellious fop into would-be philosopher. Unfortunately, he’d been a fool for so long. Was it any wonder that Straff hadn’t noticed the change in his son? Elend himself was only starting to realize it.
Straff continued to glare at him, and Elend looked away. “I’ll think about it,” he said.
Straff waved his hand dismissively, turning.
Trying to salvage something of his pride, Elend continued. “You probably don’t even have to worry about the Hastings – it seems that they’re making preparations to bolt the city.”
“What?” Straff asked. “Where did you hear that?”
“At the ball,” Elend said lightly.
“I thought you said you didn’t learn anything important.”
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��Now, see, I never said anything of the sort. I just didn’t feel like sharing with you.”
Lord Venture frowned. “I don’t know why I even care – anything you learn is bound to be worthless. I tried to train you in politics, boy. I really did. But now… well, I hope I live to see you dead, because this house is in for dire times if you ever take control.”
“I know more than you think, Father.”
Straff laughed, walking back to sit in his chair. “I doubt that, boy. Why, you can’t even bed a woman properly – the last, and only, time I know about you trying it, I had to take you to the brothel myself.”
Elend flushed. Careful, he told himself. He’s bringing that up on purpose. He knows how much it bothers you.
“Get to bed, boy,” Straff said with a wave of his hand. “You look terrible.”
Elend stood for a moment, then finally ducked out into the hallway, sighing quietly to himself.
That’s the difference between you and them, Elend, he thought. Those philosophers you read – they were revolutionaries. They were willing to risk execution. You can’t even stand up to your father.
He walked tiredly up to his rooms – where, oddly, he found a servant waiting for him.
Elend frowned. “Yes?”
“Lord Elend, you have a guest,” the man said.
“At this hour?”
“It’s Lord Jastes Lekal, my lord.”
Elend cocked his head slightly. What in the Lord Ruler’s name…? “He’s waiting in the sitting room, I assume?”
“Yes, my lord,” the servant said.
Elend turned regretfully away from his chambers, walking back down the hallway. He found Jastes waiting impatiently.
“Jastes?” Elend said tiredly, walking into the sitting room. “I hope you have something very important to tell me.”
Jastes shuffled uncomfortably for a moment, looking even more nervous than normal.
“What?” Elend demanded, his patience waning.
“It’s about the girl.”
“Valette?” Elend asked. “You came here to discuss Valette? Now?”
“You should trust your friends more,” Jastes said.
Elend snorted. “Trust your knowledge of women? No offense, Jastes, but I think not.”
“I had her followed, Elend,” Jastes blurted out.
Elend paused. “What?”
“I had her carriage followed. Or, at least, I had someone watch for it at the city gates. She wasn’t in it when it left the city.”
“What do you mean?” Elend asked, his frown deepening.
“She wasn’t in the carriage, Elend,” Jastes repeated. “While her Terrisman was producing papers for the guards, my man snuck up and peeked through the carriage window, and there was nobody inside.
“The carriage must have dropped her off somewhere in town. She’s a spy from one of the other houses – they’re trying to get at your father through you. They created the perfect woman to attract you – dark-haired, a bit mysterious, and outside of the regular political structure. They made her lowborn enough that it would be a scandal for you to be interested in her, then set her on you.”
“Jastes, this is ridicu–”
“Elend,” Jastes interrupted. “Tell me one more time: How did you meet her the first time?”
Elend paused. “She was standing on the balcony.”
“In your reading spot,” Jastes said. “Everyone knows that’s where you usually go. Coincidence?”
Elend closed his eyes. Not Valette. She can’t be part of all this. But, immediately, another thought occurred to him. I told her about the atium! How could I be so stupid?
It couldn’t be true. He wouldn’t believe that he had been duped so easily. But… could he risk it? He was a bad son, true, but he was no traitor to the house. He didn’t want to see Venture fall; he wanted to lead it someday, so that perhaps he’d be able to change things.
He bid Jastes farewell, then walked back to his rooms with a distracted step. He felt too tired to think about house politics. However, when he finally got into bed, he found that he couldn’t sleep.
Eventually, he rose, sending for a servant.
“Tell my father I want to make a trade,” Elend explained to the man. “I’ll go to his luncheon tomorrow, just as he wants.” Elend paused, standing in his evening robe by his bedroom door.
“In exchange,” he finally said, “tell him I want to borrow a couple of spies so that they can follow someone for me.”
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The others all think I should have had Kwaan executed for betraying me. To tell the truth, I’d probably kill him this moment if I knew where he’d gone. At the time, however, I just couldn’t do it.
The man had become like a father to me. To this day, I don’t know why he suddenly decided that I wasn’t the Hero. Why did he turn against me, denouncing me to the entire Conclave of Worldbringers?
Would he rather that the Deepness win? Surely, even if I’m not the right one – as Kwaan now claims – my presence at the Well of Ascension couldn’t possibly be worse than what will happen if the Deepness continues to destroy the land.
IT’S ALMOST OVER, VIN READ.
We can see the cavern from our camp. It will take a few more hours of hiking to reach it, but I know that it is the right place. I can feel it somehow, feel it up there… pulsing, in my mind.
It’s so cold. I swear that the rocks themselves are made of ice, and the snow is deep enough in places that we have to dig our way through. The wind blows all the time. I fear for Fedik – he hasn’t been quite the same since the creature made of mist attacked him, and I worry that he will wander off a cliffside or slip through one of the many icy rifts in the ground.
The Terrismen, however, are a wonder. It is fortunate that we brought them, for no regular packmen would have survived the trip. The Terrismen don’t seem to mind the cold – something about their strange metabolisms gives them a supernatural ability to resist the elements. Perhaps they have “saved up” heat from their bodies for later use?
They won’t talk about their powers, however – and I am sure that Rashek is to blame. The other packmen look to him for leadership, though I don’t think he has complete control over them. Before he was stabbed, Fedik feared that the Terrismen would abandon us up here in the ice. I don’t think that will happen, however. I am here by providence of Terris prophecies – these men will not disobey their own religion simply because one of their number has taken a dislike to me.
I did finally confront Rashek. He did not want to speak to me, of course, but I forced him. Unleashed, he spoke at great length regarding his hatred of Khlennium and my people. He thinks that we have turned his people into little more than slaves. He thinks that Terrismen deserve far more – he keeps saying that his people should be “dominant” because of their supernatural powers.
I fear his words, for I see some truth in them. Yesterday, one of the packmen lifted a boulder of enormous size, then tossed it out of our way with an almost casual throw. I have not seen such a feat of strength in all my days.
These Terrismen could be very dangerous, I think. Perhaps we have treated them unfairly. However, men like Rashek must be contained – he irrationally believes that all people outside of Terris have oppressed him. He is such a young man to be so angry.
It is so cold. When this is finished, I think I should like to live where it is warm all year. Braches has told of such places, islands to the south where great mountains create fire.
What will it be like, when this is all over? I will be just a regular man again. An unimportant man. It sounds nice – more desirable, even, than a warm sun and a windless sky. I am so tired of being the Hero of Ages, tired of entering cities to find either armed hostility or fanatic adoration. I am tired of being loved and hated for what a bunch of old men say I will eventually do.
I want to be forgotten. Obscurity. Yes, that would be nice.
If men read these words, let them know that power is a heavy burden. Seek
not to be bound by its chains. The Terris prophecies say that I will have the power to save the world. They hint, however, that I will have the power to destroy it as well.
I will have the ability to fulfill any wish of my heart. “He will take upon himself authority that no mortal should hold.” Yet, the philosophers warned me that if I am self-serving with the power, my selfishness will taint it.
Is this a burden that any man should bear? Is this a temptation any man could resist? I feel strong now, but what will happen when I touch that power? I will save the world, certainly – but will I try to take it as well?
Such are my fears as I scribble with an ice-crusted pen on the eve before the world is reborn. Rashek watches. Hating me. The cavern lies above. Pulsing. My fingers quiver. Not from the cold.
Tomorrow, it will end.
Vin eagerly turned the page. The back page of the booklet, however, was empty. She turned it over, rereading the last few lines. Where was the next entry?
Sazed must not have finished the last part yet. She stood, sighing as she stretched. She’d finished the entire newest portion of the logbook in one sitting, a feat that surprised even her. The gardens of Mansion Renoux extended before her, the cultured pathways, broad-limbed trees, and quiet stream creating her favorite reading spot. The sun was low in the sky, and it was beginning to get chilly.
She wound her way up the path toward the mansion. Despite the chill evening, she could barely imagine a place like the one the Lord Ruler described. She had seen snow on some distant peaks, but she had rarely seen it fall – and even then it was usually just an icy slush. To experience that much snow day after day, to be in danger of having it fall upon you in great crushing avalanches…
A part of her wished that she could visit such places, no matter how dangerous. Though the logbook didn’t describe the Lord Ruler’s entire journey, some of the marvels it did include – the ice fields to the north, the great black lake, and the Terris waterfalls – sounded amazing.
If only he’d put in more detail about what things look like! she thought with annoyance. The Lord Ruler spent far too much time worrying. Though, admittedly, she was beginning to feel an odd sort of… familiarity with him through his words. She found it hard to associate the person in her mind with the dark creature that had caused so much death. What had occurred at the Well of Ascension? What could have changed him so drastically? She had to know.
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