As the evening passed, the various bars became a blur. Spook breathed curses against Quellion, speaking of the murders and of the Allomancers the Citizen retained. Spook didn't spread the rumors that Quellion was himself an Allomancer-he let Breeze do that more carefully. That way, it wouldn't look like Spook was too eager to set the man up.
"To the Survivor!"
Spook looked up, holding his mug of wine, smiling as the bar patrons cheered.
"To the Survivor!" another said, pointing at Spook. "Survivor of the Flames!"
"To the death of the Citizen!" Durn said, raising his own mug-though he rarely drank from it. "Down with the man who said he'd let us rule, then took it all for himself!"
Spook smiled, taking a drink. He hadn't realized how exhausting it could be to simply sit around and speak to people. His flared pewter kept his body's weariness at bay, but it couldn't prevent the mental fatigue.
I wonder what Beldre would think if she saw this, he thought. The men cheering me. She'd be impressed, wouldn't she? She'd forget about how I droned on about how useless I was.
Perhaps the visits to the bars had been fatiguing simply because he had something else he wished he could be doing. It was silly-she was his captive. He'd betrayed her trust. She was obviously just warming up to him in an effort to get him to let her go. Yet, he couldn't help thinking back to their conversation, going over it again and again in his mind. Despite the stupid things he'd said, she'd laid her hand on his arm. That meant something, didn't it?
"You all right?" Durn asked, leaning in. "That's your tenth mug tonight."
"I'm fine," Spook said.
"You were looking a little distant there."
"I have a lot on my mind," Spook said.
Durn leaned back, frowning, but didn't say anything more.
Some things about his conversation with Beldre bothered Spook, even more than his own stupid comments. She seemed to really be worried by the things that her brother had done. When Spook himself was in power, would she see him as she did Quellion? Would that be a bad thing, or a good thing? She already said they were similar.
Power can be a terrible thing. .
He looked up, glancing at the people of the bar as they cheered him again, just as the men had in the other bars. Kelsier had been able to handle adulation like this. If Spook wanted to be like Kelsier, then he'd have to deal with it as well, right?
Wasn't it a good thing to be liked? To have people willing to follow him? He could finally break away from the old Spook. He could stop being that boy, the one so insignificant and easily forgotten. He could leave that child behind, and become a man who was respected. And why shouldn't he be respected? He wasn't that boy anymore. He wore his bandages across his eyes, heightening his mystical reputation as a man who did not need light to see. Some even said that anywhere that fire burned, Spook could see.
"They love you," Kelsier whispered. "You deserve it."
Spook smiled. That was all the confirmation he needed. He stood, raising his arms before the crowd. They cheered in response.
It had been a long time coming. And it felt all the sweeter for the wait.
Preservation's desire to create sentient life was what eventually broke the stalemate. In order to give mankind awareness and independent thought, Preservation knew that he would have to give up part of himself-his own soul-to dwell within mankind. This would leave him just a tiny bit weaker than his opposite, Ruin.
That tiny bit seemed inconsequential, compared with their total vast sums of power. However, over aeons, this tiny flaw would allow Ruin to overcome Preservation, thereby bringing an end to the world.
This, then, was their bargain. Preservation got mankind, the only creations that had more Preservation than Ruin in them, rather than a balance. Independent life that could think and feel. In exchange, Ruin was given a promise-and proof-that he could bring an end to all they had created together. It was the pact.
And Preservation eventually broke it.
54
When Vin awoke, she was not surprised to find herself bound. She was surprised to feel that she was wearing metal manacles.
The first thing she did-even before she opened her eyes-was reach inside for her metals. With steel and iron, perhaps she could use the manacles as weapons. With pewter. .
Her metals were gone.
She kept her eyes closed, trying not to display the panic she felt, thinking through what had happened. She'd been in the cavern, trapped with Ruin. Elend's friend had come in, given her the wine, and she'd taken it. Gambled.
How long had it been since she'd fallen unconscious?
"Your breathing has changed," a voice reported. "You are obviously awake."
Vin cursed herself quietly. There was a very easy way to take away an Allomancer's powers-easier, even, than making them burn aluminum. You just had to keep them drugged long enough for them to pass the metals through their body. As she thought about it, her mind shrugging off the effects of extended sleep, she realized this was what must have happened to her.
The silence continued. Finally, Vin opened her eyes. She expected to see cell bars. Instead, she saw a sparsely furnished, utilitarian room. She lay on a bench, head cushioned by a hard pillow. Her manacles were connected to a chain several feet long, which was in turn locked to the base of the bench. She tugged on the chain carefully, and determined that it was very well affixed.
The motion drew the attention of a pair of guards who stood beside the bench. They jumped slightly, raising staffs and eyeing her warily. Vin smiled to herself; part of her was proud that she could evoke such a response even when chained and metalless.
"You, Lady Venture, present something of a problem." The voice came from the side. Vin raised herself up on one arm, looking over the bench's armrest. On the other side of the room-perhaps fifteen feet away-a bald figure in robes stood with his back to her. He stared out a large window, facing west, and the setting sun was a violent crimson blaze around his silhouette.
"What do I do?" Yomen asked, still not turning toward her. "A single flake of steel, and you could slaughter my guards with their own buttons. A taste of pewter, and you could lift that bench and smash your way out of the room. The logical thing to do would be to gag you, keep you drugged at all times, or kill you."
Vin opened her mouth to reply, but all that came out was a cough. She immediately tried to burn pewter to strengthen her body. The lack of metal was like missing a limb. As she sat up, coughing further and growing dizzy, she found herself craving the metal more than she'd imagined that she ever would. Allomancy wasn't supposed to be addictive, not like certain herbs or poisons. However, at that moment, she could have sworn that all the scientists and philosophers were flat-out wrong.
Yomen made a sharp gesture with one arm, still not turning from the sunset. A servant approached, bearing a cup for Vin. She eyed it uncertainly.
"If I wanted to poison you, Lady Venture," Yomen said without turning, "I could do it without guile."
Good point, Vin thought wryly, accepting the cup and drinking the water it contained.
"Water," Yomen said. "Collected from rain, then strained and purified. You will find no trace metals in it to burn. I specifically ordered it kept in wooden containers only."
Clever, Vin thought. Years before she'd become consciously aware of her Allomantic powers, she'd been burning the tiny bits of metal she haphazardly got from groundwater or dining utensils.
The water quenched her thirst and stilled her cough. "So," she finally said, "if you're so worried about me eating metals, why leave me ungagged?"
Yomen stood quietly for a moment. Finally, he turned, and she could see the tattoos across his eyes and face, his skin reflecting the deep colors of the falling sun outside. On his forehead, he wore his single, silvery bead of atium.
"Various reasons," said the obligator king.
Vin studied him, then raised the cup to take another drink. The motion jangled her manacles, which she eyed in annoyance a
s they again restricted her movement.
"They're made of silver," Yomen said. "A particularly frustrating metal for Mist-born, or so I am told."
Silver. Useless, unburnable silver. Like lead, it was one of the metals that provided no Allomantic powers at all.
"An unpopular metal indeed. ." Yomen said, nodding to the side. A servant approached Vin, bearing something on a small platter. Her mother's earring. It was a dull thing, Allomantically, made of bronze with some silver plating. Much of the gilding had worn off years ago, and the brownish bronze showed through, making the earring look to be the cheap bauble it was.
"Which is why," Yomen continued, "I am so curious as to why you would bother with an ornament such as this. I have had it tested. Silver on the outside, bronze on the inside. Why those metals? One useless to Allomancers, the other granting what is considered the weakest of Allomantic powers. Would not an earring of steel or of pewter make more sense?"
Vin eyed the earring. Her fingers itched to grab it, if only to feel metal between her fingers. If she'd had steel, she could have Pushed on the earring, using it as a weapon. Kelsier had once told her to keep wearing it for that simple reason. Yet, it had been given to her by her mother. A woman Vin had never known. A woman who had tried to kill her.
Vin snatched the earring. Yomen watched curiously as she stuck it in her ear. He seemed. . wary. As if waiting for something.
If I really did have some trick planned, she thought, he'd be dead in an instant. How can he stand there so calmly? Why give me my earring? Even if it isn't made of useful metals, I might find a way to use it against him.
Her instincts told her he was trying an old street ploy-kind of like throwing your enemy a dagger to make him attack. Yomen wanted to spring any traps she was planning. It seemed a silly move. How could he possibly hope to best a Mistborn?
Unless he himself is a Mistborn, Vin thought. He feels he can beat me.
He has atium, and is ready to burn it when I try something.
Vin did nothing; made no attack. She wasn't certain if her instincts about Yomen were right, but that didn't really matter. She couldn't attack, for the earring had no hidden secret. The truth was, she simply wanted it back because it felt comfortable in her ear. She was accustomed to wearing it.
"Interesting," Yomen said. "Regardless, you are about to discover one of the reasons I have left you without a gag. ." With that, he raised a hand toward the door. He clasped his hands behind his back as a servant opened the door, showing in an unarmed soldier in the white and brown of Elend's livery.
You should kill him, Ruin whispered in her mind. All of them.
"Lady Venture," Yomen said without looking at her. "I must ask you not to speak to this man except when I indicate, and answer only as I request. Otherwise, he will have to be executed, and a fresh messenger sent for from your army."
The soldier paled. Vin just frowned, eyeing the obligator king. Yomen was obviously a calm man, and he wanted to appear harsh. How much of it was an act?
"You can see that she is alive, as promised," Yomen said to the soldier.
"How do we know this is not a kandra in disguise?" the soldier asked.
"You can ask your question," Yomen said.
"Lady Venture," the soldier said, "what did you have for dinner the night before you went to the party inside the city?"
It was a good question to ask. A kandra would have interrogated her about important moments-such as her first meeting with Elend. Something like a meal, however, was so random that no kandra would have thought to ask about it. Now, if Vin could remember. .
She looked at Yomen. He nodded-she could answer. "Eggs," she said. "Fresh eggs that I bought in the city, during one of my spying trips."
The man nodded.
"You have your answer, soldier," Yomen said. "Report to your king that his wife is still alive."
The soldier withdrew and the servants closed the door. Vin sat back on the bench, waiting for a gag.
Yomen remained where he was, looking at her.
Vin looked back. Finally, she spoke. "How long do you think that you can keep Elend placated? If you know anything of him at all, then you will realize that he is a king first, and a man second. He will do what he needs to do, even if it means my death."
"Eventually, perhaps," Yomen said. "However, for now, the stall is effective. They say that you are a blunt woman, and appreciate brevity. Therefore, I will be straightforward with you. My purpose in capturing you was not to use you as leverage against your husband."
"Is that so," she said flatly. "Why did you capture me, then?"
"It is simple, Lady Venture," Yomen said. "I captured you so that I could execute you."
If he expected surprise from her, she didn't give it. She just shrugged. "Sounds like an unnecessarily formal term. Why not just cut my throat while I was drugged?"
"This city is a place of law," Yomen said. "We do not kill indiscriminately."
"This is war," Vin said. "If you wait for 'discrimination' before you kill, you'll have a lot of unhappy soldiers."
"Your crime is not one of war, Lady Venture."
"Oh? And am I to know this crime, then?"
"It is the most simple of all crimes. Murder."
Vin raised an eyebrow. Had she killed someone close to this man? Perhaps one of the noble soldiers in Cett's retinue, back a year ago when she'd assaulted Keep Hasting?
Yomen met her eyes, and she saw something in them. A loathing that he kept hidden behind the calm front. No, she hadn't killed one of his friends or relatives. She'd killed someone far more important to him.
"The Lord Ruler," she said.
Yomen turned away again.
"You can't honestly intend to try me for that," Vin said. "It's ridiculous."
"There will be no trial," Yomen said. "I am the authority in this city, and need no ceremony to give me direction or permission."
Vin snorted. "I thought you said this was a place of law."
"And I am that law," Yomen said calmly. "I believe in letting a person speak for themselves before I make my decision. I will give you time to prepare your thoughts-however, the men who will be guarding you have orders to kill you if it ever looks like you are putting something unapproved into your mouth."
Yomen glanced back at her. "I'd be very careful while I eat or drink, if I were you. Your guards have been told to err on the side of safety, and they know that I will not punish them if they accidentally kill you."
Vin paused, cup of water still held lightly in her fingers.
Kill him, Ruin's voice whispered. You could do it. Take a weapon from one of those soldiers, then use it on Yomen.
Vin frowned. Ruin still used Reen's voice-it was familiar, something that had always seemed a part of her. Discovering that it belonged to that thing. . it was like finding out that her reflection really belonged to someone else, and that she'd never actually seen herself.
She ignored the voice. She wasn't sure why Ruin would want her to try killing Yomen. After all, Yomen had captured her-the obligator king was working on Ruin's side. Plus, Vin doubted her ability to cause the man any harm. Chained, lacking offensive metals. . she'd be a fool to attack.
She also didn't trust Yomen's comments about keeping her alive so that she could "speak" in her defense. He was up to something. Yet, she couldn't fathom what it might be. Why leave her alive? He was too clever a man to lack a reason.
Giving no hint of his motivations, Yomen turned away from her again, looking back out his window. "Take her away."
By sacrificing most of his consciousness, Preservation created Ruin's prison, breaking their deal and trying to keep Ruin from destroying what they had created. This event left their powers again nearly balanced-Ruin imprisoned, only a trace of himself capable of leaking out. Preservation reduced to a mere wisp of what he once was, barely capable of thought and action.
These two minds were, of course, independent of the raw force of their powers. Actually, I am uncertain o
f how thoughts and personalities came to be attached to the powers in the first place-but I believe they were not there originally. For both powers could be detached from the minds that ruled them.
55
It took elend much longer to get back from the village than it had taken to get there. For one thing, he had left a lot of his coins with the villagers. He wasn't certain how much good money would do them in the coming weeks, but he'd felt that he had to do something. They were going to have a rough time of it the next few months. Their food stores nearly depleted, their homes burned by koloss, their water sources contaminated by ash, their capital-and king-besieged by Elend himself. .
I have to stay focused, he told himself, walking through the falling ash. I can't help every village. I have to worry about the larger picture.
A picture that included using a force of koloss to destroy another man's city. Elend gritted his teeth, continuing to walk. The sun was creeping toward the horizon, and the mists had already started to appear, lit by the blazing fire of red sunlight. Behind him tromped some thirty thousand koloss. His new army.
That was another reason it took him a bit longer to get back. He wanted to walk with the koloss army, rather than jumping ahead of them, in case their Inquisitor appeared to steal them back. He still couldn't believe that such a large group hadn't been under any kind of direction.
I attacked a koloss army on my own, he thought as he slogged through a patch of thigh-deep ash. I did it without Vin's help, intent on defeating their Inquisitor by myself.
How had he thought to fight an Inquisitor on his own? Kelsier himself had only barely been able to defeat one of the things.
Vin has killed three now, he thought. We took them on together, but she was the one who killed each one.
He didn't begrudge her the abilities she had, but he did feel occasional glimmers of envy. That amused him. It had never bothered him when he'd been an ordinary man, but now that he was Mistborn too, he found himself coveting her skill.
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