Vin knew him well enough to sense that all was not well. However, she also knew him well enough to sense that he didn't want to talk about it for the moment.
She stood and stepped down, burning pewter unconsciously to heighten her balance. She slid a book off a bench beside the boat's edge, and settled down quietly. Elend would talk to her eventually-he always did. For the moment, she had something else to engage her.
She opened the book to the marked page and reread a particular paragraph. The Deepness must be destroyed, the words said. I have seen it, and I have felt it. This name we give it is too weak a word, I think. Yes, it is deep and unfathomable, but it is also terrible. Many do not realize that it is sentient, but I have sensed its mind, such as it is, the few times I have confronted it directly.
She eyed the page for a moment, sitting back on her bench. Beside her, the canal waters passed, covered with a froth of floating ash.
The book was Alendi's logbook. It had been written a thousand years before by a man who had thought himself to be the Hero of Ages. Alendi hadn't completed his quest; he had been killed by one of his servants-Rashek-who had then taken the power at the Well of Ascension and become the Lord Ruler.
Alendi's story was frighteningly close to Vin's own. She had also assumed herself to be the Hero of Ages. She had traveled to the Well, and had been betrayed. She, however, hadn't been betrayed by one of her servants-but instead by the force imprisoned within the Well. That force was, she assumed, behind the prophecies about the Hero of Ages in the first place.
Why do I keep coming back to this paragraph? she thought, eyeing it again. Perhaps it was because of what Human had said to her-that the mists hated her. She had felt that hatred herself, and it appeared that Alendi had felt the same thing.
But, could she even trust the logbook's words? The force she had released, the thing she called Ruin, had proven that it could change things in the world. Small things, yet important ones. Like the text of a book, which was why Elend's officers were now instructed to send all messages via memorized words or letters etched into metal.
Regardless, if there had been any clues to be gained by reading the logbook, Ruin would have removed them long ago. Vin felt as if she'd been led by the nose for the last three years, pulled by invisible strings. She had thought she was having revelations and making great discoveries, but all she'd really been doing was following Ruin's bidding.
Yet, Ruin is not omnipotent, Vin thought. If it were, there would have been no fight. It wouldn't have needed to trick me into releasing it.
It cannot know my thoughts.. .
Even that knowledge was frustrating. What good were her thoughts? Always before, she'd had Sazed, Elend, or TenSoon to talk with about problems like this. This wasn't a task for Vin; she was no scholar. Yet, Sazed had turned his back on his studies, TenSoon had returned to his people, and Elend was far too busy lately to worry about anything but his army and its politics. That left Vin. And she still found reading and scholarship to be stuffy and boring.
Yet, she was also becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of doing what was necessary, even if she found it distasteful. She was no longer just her own person. She belonged to the New Empire. She had been its knife-now it was time to try a different role.
I have to do it, she thought, sitting in the red sunlight. There is a puzzle here-something to be solved. What was it Kelsier liked to say?
There's always another secret.
She remembered Kelsier, standing boldly before a small group of thieves, proclaiming that they would overthrow the Lord Ruler and free the empire. We're thieves, he'd said. And we're extraordinarily good ones. We can rob the unrobbable and fool the unfoolable. We know how to take an incredibly large task and break it down to manageable pieces, then deal with each of those pieces.
That day, when he'd written up the team's goals and plans on a small board, Vin had been amazed by how possible he had made an impossible task seem. That day, a little bit of her had begun to believe that Kelsier could overthrow the Final Empire.
All right, Vin thought. I'll begin like Kelsier did, by listing the things that I know for certain.
There had been a power at the Well of Ascension, so that much about the stories was true. There had also been something alive, imprisoned in or near the Well. It had tricked Vin into using the power to destroy its bonds. Maybe she could have used that power to destroy Ruin instead, but she'd given it up.
She sat thoughtfully, tapping her finger against the back of the logbook. She could still remember wisps of what it had felt like to hold that power. It had awed her, yet at the same time felt natural and right. In fact, while she held it, everything had felt natural. The workings of the world, the ways of men. . it was like the power had been more than simple capability. It had been understanding as well.
That was a tangent. She needed to focus on what she knew before she could philosophize on what she needed to do. The power was real, and Ruin was real. Ruin had retained some ability to change the world while confined-Sazed had confirmed that his texts had been altered to suit Ruin's purpose. Now Ruin was free, and Vin assumed that it was behind the violent mist killings and the falling ash.
Though, she reminded herself, I don't know either of those things for certain. What did she know about Ruin? She had touched it, felt it, in that moment she had released it. It had a need to destroy, yet it was not a force of simple chaos. It didn't act randomly. It planned and thought. And, it didn't seem able to do anything it wanted. Almost as if it followed specific rules. .
She paused. "Elend?" she called.
The emperor turned from his place beside the prow.
"What is the first rule of Allomancy?" Vin asked. "The first thing I taught you?"
"Consequence," Elend said. "Every action has consequences. When you Push on something heavy, it will push you back. If you Push on something light, it will fly away."
It was the first lesson that Kelsier had taught Vin, as well as-she assumed-the first lesson his master had taught him.
"It's a good rule," Elend said, turning back to his contemplation of the horizon. "It works for all things in life. If you throw something into the air, it will come back down. If you bring an army into a man's kingdom, he will react. ."
Consequence, she thought, frowning. Like things falling back when thrown into the sky. That's what Ruin's actions feel like to me. Consequences. Perhaps it was a remnant of touching the power, or perhaps just some rationalization her unconscious mind was giving her. Yet, she felt a logic to Ruin. She didn't understand that logic, but she could recognize it.
Elend turned back toward her. "That's why I like Allomancy, actually. Or, at least, the theory of it. The skaa whisper about it, call it mystical, but it's really quite rational. You can tell what an Allomantic Push is going to do as certainly as you can tell what will happen when you drop a rock off the side of the boat. For every Push, there is a Pull. There are no exceptions. It makes simple, logical sense-unlike the ways of men, which are filled with flaws, irregularities, and double meanings. Allomancy is a thing of nature."
A thing of nature.
For every Push, there is a Pull. A consequence.
"That's important," Vin whispered.
"What?"
A consequence.
The thing she had felt at the Well of Ascension had been a thing of destruction, like Alendi described in his logbook. But, it hadn't been a creature, not like a person. It had been a force-a thinking force, but a force nonetheless. And forces had rules. Allomancy, weather, even the pull of the ground. The world was a place that made sense. A place of logic. Every Push had a Pull. Every force had a consequence.
She had to discover, then, the laws relating to the thing she was fighting. That would tell her how to beat it.
"Vin?" Elend asked, studying her face.
Vin looked away. "It's nothing, Elend. Nothing I can speak of, at least."
He watched her for a moment. He thinks that you're plotting
against him, Reen whispered from the back of her mind. Fortunately, the days when she had listened to Reen's words were long past. Indeed, as she watched Elend, she saw him nod slowly, and accept her explanation. He turned back to his own contemplations.
Vin rose, walking forward, laying a hand on his arm. He sighed, raising the arm and wrapping it around her shoulders, pulling her close. That arm, once the weak arm of a scholar, was now muscular and firm.
"What are you thinking about?" Vin asked.
"You know," Elend said.
"It was necessary, Elend. The soldiers had to get exposed to the mists eventually."
"Yes," Elend said. "But there's something more, Vin. I fear I'm becoming like him."
"Who?"
"The Lord Ruler."
Vin snorted quietly, pulling closer to him.
"This is something he would have done," Elend said. "Sacrificing his own men for a tactical advantage."
"You explained this to Ham," Vin said. "We can't afford to waste time."
"It's still ruthless," Elend said. "The problem isn't that those men died, it's that I was so willing to make it happen. I feel. . brutal, Vin. How far will I go to see my goals achieved? I'm marching on another man's kingdom to take it from him."
"For the greater good."
"That has been the excuse of tyrants throughout all time. I know it. Yet, I press on. This is why I didn't want to be emperor. This is why I let Penrod take my throne from me back during the siege. I didn't want to be the kind of leader who had to do things like this. I want to protect, not besiege and kill! But, is there any other way? Everything I do seems like it must be done. Like exposing my own men in the mists. Like marching on Fadrex City. We have to get to that storehouse-it's the only lead we have that could even possibly give us some clue as to what we're supposed to do! It all makes such sense. Ruthless, brutal sense."
Ruthlessness is the very most practical of emotions, Reen's voice whispered. She ignored it. "You've been listening to Cett too much."
"Perhaps," Elend said. "Yet, his is a logic I find difficult to ignore. I grew up as an idealist, Vin-we both know that's true. Cett provides a kind of balance. The things he says are much like what Tindwyl used to say."
He paused, shaking his head. "Just a short time ago, I was talking with Cett about Allomantic Snapping. Do you know what the noble houses did to ensure that they found the Allomancers among their children?"
"They had them beaten," Vin whispered. A person's Allomantic powers were always latent until something traumatic brought them out. A person had to be brought to the brink of death and survive-only then would their powers be awakened. It was called Snapping.
Elend nodded. "It was one of the great, dirty secrets of so-called noble life. Families often lost children to the beatings-those beatings had to be brutal for them to evoke Allomantic abilities. Each house was different, but they generally specified an age before adolescence. When a boy or girl hit that age, they were taken and beaten near to death."
Vin shivered slightly.
"I vividly remember mine," Elend said. "Father didn't beat me himself, but he did watch. The saddest thing about the beatings was that most of them were pointless. Only a handful of children, even noble children, became Allomancers. I didn't. I was beaten for nothing."
"You stopped those beatings, Elend," Vin said softly. He had drafted a bill soon after becoming king. A person could choose to undergo a supervised beating when they came of age, but Elend had stopped it from happening to children.
"And I was wrong," Elend said softly.
Vin looked up.
"Allomancers are our most powerful resource, Vin," Elend said, looking out over the marching soldiers. "Cett lost his kingdom, nearly his life, because he couldn't marshal enough Allomancers to protect him. And I made it illegal to search out Allomancers in my population."
"Elend, you stopped the beating of children."
"And if those beatings could save lives?" Elend asked. "Like exposing my soldiers could save lives? What about Kelsier? He only gained his powers as a Mistborn after he was trapped in the Pits of Hathsin. What would have happened if he'd been beaten properly as a child? He would always have been Mistborn. He could have saved his wife."
"And then wouldn't have had the courage or motivation to overthrow the Final Empire."
"And is what we have any better?" Elend asked. "The longer I've held this throne, Vin, the more I've come to realize that some of the things the Lord Ruler did weren't evil, but simply effective. Right or wrong, he maintained order in his kingdom."
Vin looked up, catching his eyes, forcing him to look down at her. "I don't like this hardness in you, Elend."
He looked out over the blackened canal waters. "It doesn't control me, Vin. I don't agree with most of the things the Lord Ruler did. I'm just coming to understand him-and that understanding worries me." She saw questions in his eyes, but also strengths. He looked down and met her eyes. "I can hold this throne only because I know that at one point, I was willing to give it up in the name of what was right. If I ever lose that, Vin, you need to tell me. All right?"
Vin nodded.
Elend looked back at the horizon again. What is it he hopes to see? Vin thought.
"There has to be a balance, Vin," he said. "Somehow, we'll find it. The balance between whom we wish to be and whom we need to be." He sighed. "But for now," he said, nodding to the side, "we simply have to be satisfied with who we are."
Vin glanced to the side as a small courier skiff from one of the other narrowboats pulled up alongside theirs. A man in simple brown robes stood upon it. He wore large spectacles, as if attempting to obscure the intricate Ministry tattoos around his eyes, and he was smiling happily.
Vin smiled herself. Once, she had thought that a happy obligator was always a bad sign. That was before she'd known Noorden. Even during the days of the Lord Ruler, the contented scholar had probably lived most of his life in his own little world. He provided a strange proof that even in the confines of what had once been-in her opinion-the most evil organization in the empire, one could find good men.
"Your Excellency," Noorden said, stepping off of the skiff and bowing. A couple of assistant scribes joined him on the deck, lugging books and ledgers.
"Noorden," Elend said, joining the man on the foredeck. Vin followed. "You have done the counts I asked?"
"Yes, Your Excellency," Noorden said as an aide opened up a ledger on a pile of boxes. "I must say, this was a difficult task, what with the army moving about and the like."
"I'm certain you were thorough as always, Noorden," Elend said. He glanced at the ledger, which seemed to make sense to him, though all Vin saw was a bunch of random numbers.
"What's it say?" she asked.
"It lists the number of sick and dead," Elend said. "Of our thirty-eight thousand, nearly six thousand were taken by the sickness. We lost about five hundred and fifty."
"Including one of my own scribes," Noorden said, shaking his head.
Vin frowned. Not at the death, at something else, something itching at her mind. .
"Fewer dead than expected," Elend said, pulling thoughtfully at his beard.
"Yes, Your Excellency," Noorden said. "I guess these soldier types are more rugged than the average skaa population. The sickness, whatever it is, didn't strike them as hard."
"How do you know?" Vin asked, looking up. "How do you know how many should have died?"
"Previous experience, my lady," Noorden said in his chatty way. "We've been tracking these deaths with some interest. Since the disease is new, we're trying to determine exactly what causes it. Perhaps that will lead us to a way to treat it. I've had my scribes reading what we can, trying to find clues of other diseases like this. It seems a little like the shakewelts, though that's usually brought on by-"
"Noorden," Vin said, frowning. "You have figures then? Exact numbers?"
"That's what His Excellency asked for, my lady."
"How many fell sick to the d
isease?" Vin asked. "Exactly?"
"Well, let me see. ." Noorden said, shooing his scribe away and checking the ledger. "Five thousand two hundred and forty-three."
"What percentage of the soldiers is that?" Vin asked.
Noorden paused, then waved over a scribe and did some calculations. "About thirteen and a half percent, my lady," he finally said, adjusting his spectacles.
Vin frowned. "Did you include the men who died in your calculations?"
"Actually, no," Noorden said.
"And which total did you use?" Vin asked. "The total number of men in the army, or the total number who hadn't been in the mists before?"
"The first."
"Do you have a count for the second number?" Vin asked.
"Yes, my lady," Noorden said. "The emperor wanted an accurate count of which soldiers would be affected."
"Use that number instead," Vin said, glancing at Elend. He seemed interested.
"What is this about, Vin?" he asked as Noorden and his men worked.
"I'm. . not sure," Vin said.
"Numbers are important for generalizations," Elend said. "But I don't see how. ." He trailed off as Noorden looked up from his calculations, then cocked his head, saying something softly to himself.
"What?" Vin asked.
"I'm sorry, my lady," Noorden said. "I was just a bit surprised. The calculation came out to be exact-precisely sixteen percent of the soldiers fell sick. To the man."
"A coincidence, Noorden," Elend said. "It isn't that remarkable for calculations to come out exact."
Ash blew across the deck. "No," Noorden said, "no, you are right, Your Excellency. A simple coincidence."
"Check your ledgers," Vin said. "Find percentages based on other groups of people who have caught this disease."
"Vin," Elend said, "I'm no statistician, but I have worked with numbers in my research. Sometimes, natural phenomena produce seemingly odd results, but the chaos of statistics actually results in normalization. It might appear strange that our numbers broke down to an exact percentage, but that's just the way that statistics work."
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