Mistborn Trilogy

by Sanderson, Brandon

  Vin held herself and took a few calming breaths. Eventually, she moved back out onto the busy street. She was near her destination now—a small, open-sided tent surrounded by four pens. The merchant lounged by it, a scruffy man who had hair on only half of his head—the right half. Vin stood for a moment, trying to decide if the odd hairstyle was due to disease, injury, or preference.

  The man perked up when he saw her standing at the edge of his pens. He brushed himself off, throwing up a small amount of dust. Then he sauntered up to her, smiling with what teeth he still had, acting as if he hadn’t heard—or didn’t care—that there was an army just outside.

  “Ah, young lady,” he said. “Lookin’ for a pup? I’ve got some wee scamps that any girl is sure to love. Here, let me grab one. You’ll agree it’s the cutest thing you ever seen.”

  Vin folded her arms as the man reached down to grab a puppy from one of the pens. “Actually,” she said, “I was looking for a wolfhound.”

  The merchant looked up. “Wolfhound, miss? ’Tis no pet for a girl like yourself. Mean brutes, those. Let me find you a nice bobbie. Nice dogs, those—smart, too.”

  “No,” Vin said, drawing him up short. “You will bring me a wolfhound.”

  The man paused again, looking at her, scratching himself in several undignified places. “Well, I guess I can see…”

  He wandered toward the pen farthest from the street. Vin waited quietly, nose downturned at the smell as the merchant yelled at a few of his animals, selecting an appropriate one. Eventually, he pulled a leashed dog up to Vin. It was a wolfhound, if a small one—but it had sweet, docile eyes, and an obviously pleasant temperament.

  “The runt of the litter,” the merchant said. “A good animal for a young girl, I’d say. Will probably make an excellent hunter, too. These wolfhounds, they can smell better than any beast you seen.”

  Vin reached for her coin purse, but paused, looking down at the dog’s panting face. It almost seemed to be smiling at her.

  “Oh, for the Lord Ruler’s sake,” she snapped, pushing past the dog and master, stalking toward the back pens.

  “Young lady?” the merchant asked, following uncertainly.

  Vin scanned the wolfhounds. Near the back, she spotted a massive black and gray beast. It was chained to a post, and it regarded her defiantly, a low growl rising in its throat.

  Vin pointed. “How much for that one in the back?”

  “That?” the merchant asked. “Good lady, that’s a watchbeast. It’s meant to be set loose on a lord’s grounds to attack anyone who enters! It’s the one of the meanest things you’ll ever see!”

  “Perfect,” Vin said, pulling out some coins.

  “Good lady, I couldn’t possibly sell you that beast. Not possibly at all. Why, I’ll bet it weighs half again as much as you do.”

  Vin nodded, then pulled open the pen gate and strode in. The merchant cried out, but Vin walked right up to the wolfhound. He began to bark wildly at her, frothing.

  Sorry about this, Vin thought. Then, burning pewter, she ducked in and slammed her fist into the animal’s head.

  The animal froze, wobbled, then fell unconscious in the dirt. The merchant stopped up short beside her, mouth open.

  “Leash,” Vin ordered.

  He gave her one. She used it to tie the wolfhound’s feet together, and then—with a flare of pewter—she threw the animal over her shoulders. She cringed only slightly at the pain in her side.

  This thing better not get drool on my shirt, she thought, handing the merchant some coins and walking back toward the palace.

  Vin slammed the unconscious wolfhound to the floor. The guards had given her some strange looks as she entered the palace, but she was getting used to those. She brushed off her hands.

  “What is that?” OreSeur asked. He’d made it back to her rooms at the palace, but his current body was obviously unusable. He’d needed to form muscles in places that men didn’t normally have them to even keep the skeleton together, and while he’d healed his wounds, his body looked unnatural. He still wore the bloodstained clothing from the night before.

  “This,” Vin said, pointing at the wolfhound, “is your new body.”

  OreSeur paused. “That? Mistress, that is a dog.”

  “Yes,” Vin said.

  “I am a man.”

  “You’re a kandra,” Vin said. “You can imitate flesh and muscle. What about fur?”

  The kandra did not look pleased. “I cannot imitate it,” he said, “but I can use the beast’s own fur, like I use its bones. However, surely there is—”

  “I’m not going to kill for you, kandra,” Vin said. “And even if I did kill someone, I wouldn’t let you…eat them. Plus, this will be more inconspicuous. People will begin to talk if I keep replacing my stewards with unknown men. I’ve been telling people for months that I was thinking of dismissing you. Well, I’ll tell them that I finally did—nobody will think to realize that my new pet hound is actually my kandra.”

  She turned, nodding toward the carcass. “This will be very useful. People pay less attention to hounds than they do to humans, and so you’ll be able to listen in on conversations.”

  OreSeur’s frown deepened. “I will not do this thing easily. You will need to compel me, by virtue of the Contract.”

  “Fine,” Vin said. “You’re commanded. How long will it take?”

  “A regular body only takes a few hours,” OreSeur said. “This could take longer. Getting that much fur to look right will be challenging.”

  “Get started, then,” Vin said, turning toward the door. On her way, however, she noticed a small package sitting on her desk. She frowned, walking over and taking off the lid. A small note sat inside.

  Lady Vin,

  Here is the next alloy you requested. Aluminum is very difficult to acquire, but when a noble family recently left the city, I was able to buy some of their diningware.

  I do not know if this one will work, but I believe it worth a try. I have mixed the aluminum with four percent copper, and found the outcome quite promising. I have read of this composition; it is called duralumin.

  Your servant, Terion

  Vin smiled, setting aside the note and removing the rest of the box’s contents: a small pouch of metal dust and a thin silvery bar, both presumably of this “duralumin” metal. Terion was a master Allomantic metallurgist. Though not an Allomancer himself, he had been mixing alloys and creating dusts for Mistborn and Mistings for most of his life.

  Vin pocketed both pouch and bar, then turned toward OreSeur. The kandra regarded her with a flat expression.

  “This came for me today?” Vin asked, nodding to the box.

  “Yes, Mistress,” OreSeur said. “A few hours ago.”

  “And you didn’t tell me?”

  “I’m sorry, Mistress,” OreSeur said in his toneless way, “but you did not command me to tell you if packages arrived.”

  Vin ground her teeth. He knew how anxiously she’d been waiting for another alloy from Terion. All of the previous aluminum alloys they’d tried had turned out to be duds. It bothered her to know that there was another Allomantic metal out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered. She wouldn’t be satisfied until she found it.

  OreSeur just sat where he was, bland expression on his face, unconscious wolfhound on the floor in front of him.

  “Just get to work on that body,” Vin said, spinning and leaving the room to search for Elend.

  Vin finally found Elend in his study, going over some ledgers with a familiar figure.

  “Dox!” Vin said. He’d retired to his rooms soon after his arrival the day before, and she hadn’t seen much of him.

  Dockson looked up and smiled. Stocky without being fat, he had short dark hair and still wore his customary half beard. “Hello, Vin.”

  “How was Terris?” she asked.

  “Cold,” Dockson replied. “I’m glad to be back. Though I wish I hadn’t arrived to find that army here.”

  “Ei
ther way, we’re glad you’ve returned, Dockson,” Elend said. “The kingdom practically fell apart without you.”

  “That hardly seems the case,” Dockson said, closing his ledger and setting it on the stack. “All things—and armies—considered, it looks like the royal bureaucracy held together fairly well in my absence. You hardly need me anymore!”

  “Nonsense!” Elend said.

  Vin leaned against the door, eyeing the two men as they continued their discussion. They maintained their air of forced joviality. Both were dedicated to making the new kingdom work, even if it meant pretending that they liked each other. Dockson pointed at places in the ledgers, talking about finances and what he’d discovered in the outlying villages under Elend’s control.

  Vin sighed, glancing across the room. Sunlight streamed through the room’s stained-glass rose window, throwing colors across the ledgers and table. Even now, Vin still wasn’t accustomed to the casual richness of a noble keep. The window—red and lavender—was a thing of intricate beauty. Yet, noblemen apparently found its like so commonplace that they had put this one in the keep’s back rooms, in the small chamber that Elend now used as his study.

  As one might expect, the room was piled with stacks of books. Shelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling, but they were no match for the sheer volume of Elend’s growing collection. She’d never cared much for Elend’s taste in books. They were mostly political or historical works, things with topics as musty as their aged pages. Many of them had once been forbidden by the Steel Ministry, but somehow the old philosophers could make even salacious topics seem boring.

  “Anyway,” Dockson said, finally closing his ledgers. “I have some things to do before your speech tomorrow, Your Majesty. Did Ham say there’s a city defense meeting that evening as well?”

  Elend nodded. “Assuming I can get the Assembly to agree not to hand the city over to my father, we’ll need to come up with a strategy to deal with this army. I’ll send someone for you tomorrow night.”

  “Good,” Dockson said. With that, he nodded to Elend, winked at Vin, then made his way from the cluttered room.

  As Dockson shut the door, Elend sighed, then relaxed back in his oversized plush chair.

  Vin walked forward. “He really is a good man, Elend.”

  “Oh, I realize he is. Being a good man doesn’t always make one likable, however.”

  “He’s nice, too,” Vin said. “Sturdy, calm, stable. The crew relied on him.” Even though Dockson wasn’t an Allomancer, he had been Kelsier’s right-hand man.

  “He doesn’t like me, Vin,” Elend said. “It’s…very hard to get along with someone who looks at me like that.”

  “You’re not giving him a fair chance,” Vin complained, stopping beside Elend’s chair.

  He looked up at her, smiling wanly, his vest unbuttoned, his hair an absolute mess. “Hum…” he said idly, taking her hand. “I really like that shirt. Red looks good on you.”

  Vin rolled her eyes, letting him gently pull her into the chair and kiss her. There was a passion to the kiss—a need, perhaps, for something stable. Vin responded, feeling herself relax as she pulled up against him. A few minutes later, she sighed, feeling much better snuggled into the chair beside him. He pulled her close, leaning the chair back into the window’s sunlight.

  He smiled and glanced at her. “That’s a…new perfume you’re wearing.”

  Vin snorted, putting her head against his chest. “It’s not perfume, Elend. It’s dog.”

  “Ah, good,” Elend said. “I was worried that you’d departed from your senses. Now, is there any particular reason why you smell like dog?”

  “I went to the market and bought one, then carried it back and fed it to OreSeur, so it can be his new body.”

  Elend paused. “Why, Vin. That’s brilliant! Nobody will suspect a dog to be a spy. I wonder if anyone’s ever thought of that before….”

  “Someone must have,” Vin said. “I mean, it makes such sense. I suspect those who thought of it, however, didn’t share the knowledge.”

  “Good point,” Elend said, relaxing back. Yet, from as close as they were, she could still feel a tension in him.

  Tomorrow’s speech, Vin thought. He’s worried about it.

  “I must say, however,” Elend said idly, “that I find it a bit disappointing that you’re not wearing dog-scented perfume. With your social station, I could see some of the local noblewomen trying to imitate you. That could be amusing indeed.”

  She leaned up, looking at his smirking face. “You know, Elend—sometimes it’s bloody difficult to tell when you’re teasing, and when you’re just being dense.”

  “That makes me more mysterious, right?”

  “Something like that,” she said, snuggling up against him again.

  “Now, see, you don’t understand how clever that is of me,” he said. “If people can’t tell when I’m being an idiot and when I’m being a genius, perhaps they’ll assume my blunders are brilliant political maneuverings.”

  “As long as they don’t mistake your actual brilliant moves for blunders.”

  “That shouldn’t be difficult,” Elend said. “I fear I have few enough of those for people to mistake.”

  Vin looked up with concern at the edge in his voice. He, however, smiled, shifting the topic. “So, OreSeur the dog. Will he still be able to go out with you at nights?”

  Vin shrugged. “I guess. I wasn’t really planning on bringing him for a while.”

  “I’d like it if you did take him,” Elend said. “I worry about you out there, every night, pushing yourself so hard.”

  “I can handle it,” Vin said. “Someone needs to watch over you.”

  “Yes,” Elend said, “but who watches over you?”

  Kelsier. Even now, that was still her immediate reaction. She’d known him for less than a year, but that year had been the first in her life that she had felt protected.

  Kelsier was dead. She, like the rest of the world, had to live without him.

  “I know you were hurt when you fought those Allomancers the other night,” Elend said. “It would be really nice for my psyche if I knew someone was with you.”

  “A kandra’s no bodyguard,” Vin said.

  “I know,” Elend said. “But they’re incredibly loyal—I’ve never heard of one breaking Contract. He’ll watch out for you. I worry about you, Vin. You wonder why I stay up so late, scribbling at my proposals? I can’t sleep, knowing that you might be out there fighting—or, worse, lying somewhere in a street, dying because nobody was there to help you.”

  “I take OreSeur with me sometimes.”

  “Yes,” Elend said, “but I know you find excuses to leave him behind. Kelsier bought you the services of an incredibly valuable servant. I can’t understand why you work so hard to avoid him.”

  Vin closed her eyes. “Elend. He ate Kelsier.”

  “So?” Elend asked. “Kelsier was already dead. Besides, he himself gave that order.”

  Vin sighed, opening her eyes. “I just…don’t trust that thing, Elend. The creature is unnatural.”

  “I know,” Elend said. “My father always kept a kandra. But, OreSeur is something, at least. Please. Promise me you’ll take him with you.”

  “All right. But I don’t think he’s going to like the arrangement much either. He and I didn’t get along very well even when he was playing Renoux, and I his niece.”

  Elend shrugged. “He’ll hold to his Contract. That’s what is important.”

  “He holds to the Contract,” Vin said, “but only grudgingly. I swear that he enjoys frustrating me.”

  Elend looked down at her. “Vin, kandra are excellent servants. They don’t do things like that.”

  “No, Elend,” Vin said. “Sazed was an excellent servant. He enjoyed being with people, helping them. I never felt that he resented me. OreSeur may do everything I command, but he doesn’t like me; he never has. I can tell.”

  Elend sighed, rubbing her shoulder. “Do
n’t you think you might be a little irrational? There’s no real reason to hate him so.”

  “Oh?” Vin asked. “Just like there’s no reason you shouldn’t get along with Dockson?”

  Elend paused. Then he sighed. “I guess you have a point,” he said. He continued to rub Vin’s shoulder as he stared upward, toward the ceiling, contemplative.

  “What?” Vin asked.

  “I’m not doing a very good job of this, am I?”

  “Don’t be foolish,” Vin said. “You’re a wonderful king.”

  “I might be a passable king, Vin, but I’m not him.”

  “Who?”

  “Kelsier,” Elend said quietly.

  “Elend, nobody expects you to be Kelsier.”

  “Oh?” he said. “That’s why Dockson doesn’t like me. He hates noblemen; it’s obvious in the way that he talks, the way he acts. I don’t know if I really blame him, considering the life he’s known. Regardless, he doesn’t think I should be king. He thinks that a skaa should be in my place—or, even better, Kelsier. They all think that.”

  “That’s nonsense, Elend.”

  “Really? And if Kelsier still lived, would I be king?”

  Vin paused.

  “You see? They accept me—the people, the merchants, even the noblemen. But in the back of their minds, they wish they had Kelsier instead.”

  “I don’t wish that.”

  “Don’t you?”

  Vin frowned. Then she sat up, turning so that she was kneeling over Elend in the reclined chair, their faces just inches apart. “Don’t you ever wonder that, Elend. Kelsier was my teacher, but I didn’t love him. Not like I love you.”

  Elend stared into her eyes, then nodded. Vin kissed him deeply, then snuggled down beside him again.

  “Why not?” Elend eventually asked.

  “Well, he was old, for one thing.”

  Elend chuckled. “I seem to recall you making fun of my age as well.”

  “That’s different,” Vin said. “You’re only a few years older than me—Kelsier was ancient.”