Mistborn: The Hero of Ages (55 page)

"I do not endeavor to be mysterious, Lord Breeze," Sazed said, moving on to polish a small bronze ring.

"Why take such good care of them?" Breeze asked. "You never wear them anymore. In fact, you seem to spurn them."

"I do not spurn the metalminds, Lord Breeze. They are, in a way, the only sacred thing I have left in my lif e ."

"But you don't wear them, either."

Sazed continued polishing. "No. I do not."

"But why?" Breeze asked. "You think that she would have wanted this ? She was a Keeper too do you honestly think she'd want you to give up your metalminds?" "This particular habit of mine is
not
about Tindwyl . "

"Oh?" Breeze asked, sighing as he seated himself at the table. "What do you mean? Because honestly, Sazed, you're confusing me. I understand people. It bothers me that I can't understand you."

"After the Lord Ruler's death," Sazed said, putting down the ring, "do you know what I spent my time doing?"

" Teaching," Breeze said. "You left to go and restore the lost knowledge to the people of the Final Empire."

"And did I ever tell you how that teaching went?"

Breeze shook his head.

"Poorly," Sazed said, picking up another ring. "The people didn't really care. They weren't interested in the religions of the past. And why should they have been? Why worship something that people used to believe in? "

"People are always interested in the past, S azed."

"Interested, perhaps," Sazed said, "but interest is not faith. These metalminds, they are a thing of museums and old libraries. They are of little use to modern people. During the years of the Lord Ruler's reign, we Keepers pretended that we were doing vital work. We
believed
that we were doing vital work. And yet, in the end, nothing we did had any real value . Vin didn't need this knowledge to kill the Lord Ruler.

"I am probably the last of the Keepers. The thoughts in these metalminds will die with me. And, at times, I can't make myself regret that fact. This is not an era for scholars and philosophers. Scholars and philosophers do not help feed starving children."

"And so you don't wear them anymore ?" Breeze said. "Because you think they're useless?"

"More than that, " Sazed said. "To wear these metalminds would be to pretend. I would be pretending that I f ind the things in them to be of use, and I have not yet decided if I do or not. To wear them now would seem like a betrayal. I set them aside, for I can do them no justice. I'm just not ready to believe, as we did before, that gathering knowledge and religions is more important than taking action. Perhaps if the Keepers had fought, rather than just memorized, the Lord Ruler would have fallen centuries ago."

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"But
you
resisted, S azed," Breeze said. "You fought."

"I don't represent myself any longer, Lord Breeze," S azed said softly . "I represent all Keepers, since I am apparently the last. And I, as the last, do not believe in the things I once taught. I cannot with good conscience imply that I am the Keeper I once was."

Breeze sighed, shaking his head. "You don't make sense."

"It makes sense to me."

"No, I think you're just confused. This may not seem to you like a world for scholars, my dear friend, but I think you'll be proven wrong. It seems to me that now suffering in the darkness that might j ust be the end of everything is when we need knowledge the most."

"Why ? " S azed said. " S o I can teach a dying man a religion that I don't believe? To speak of a god, when I know there is no such being?"

Breeze leaned forward. "Do you really believe that? That nothing is watching over us?" Sazed sat quietly, slowing in his polishing. "I have yet to decide for certain," he f inally said. "At times, I have hoped to f ind some truth. However, today, that hope seems very distant to me. There is a darkness upon this land, Breeze, and I am not sure that we can fight it. I am not sure that I want to fight it." Breeze looked troubled at that. He opened his mouth, but before he could respond, a rumble rolled through the cavern. The rings and bracers on the table quivered and clinked together as the entire room shook, and there was a clatter as some foodstuf fs f ell though not too many, for Captain Goradel's men had done good work in moving most of the stockpile off of shelves and to the ground, in order to deal with the quakes.

Eventually, the shaking subsided. Breeze sat with a white face, looking up at the ceiling of the cavern.

"I tell you, Sazed," he said. "Every time one of those quakes comes, I wonder at the wisdom of hiding in a cave. Not the safest place during an earthquake, I should think."

"We really have no other option at the moment," S azed said.

"True, I suppose. Do . . . does it seem to you like those quakes are coming more frequently?"

"Yes," S azed said, picking up a few fallen bracelets from the floor. "Yes, they are."

"Maybe . . . this region is just more prone to them," Breeze said, not sounding convinced. He turned, looking to the side as Captain Goradel rounded a shelf and approached them in a rush.

"Ah, come to check on us, I see," Breeze said. "We survived the quake quite handily. No need for urgency, my dear captain."

"It's not that," Goradel said, puffing slightly. "It's Lord Spook. He's back." Sazed and Breeze shared a look, then rose from their chairs, following Goradel to the front of the cavern. They found Spook walking down the steps. His eyes were uncovered, and Sazed saw a new hardness in the young man's expression.

We really
haven't
been paying enough attention to the lad.

The soldiers backed away . There was blood on Spook's clothing, though he didn't appear wounded. His cloak was burned in places, and the bottom ended in a charred rip.

"Good," Spook said, noticing Breeze and Sazed, "you're here. Did that quake cause any damage ?"

"Spook?" Breeze asked. "No, we're all fine here. No damage. But "

"We have little time for chatter, Breeze," Spook said, walking past them. "Emperor Venture wants Urteau, and we're going to deliver it to him. I need you to start spreading rumors in the city. It should be easy some of the more important elements in the underworld already know the truth."

"What truth?" Breeze asked, j oining S azed as they followed Spook through the cavern.

"That Quellion is using Allomancers," Spook said, his voice echoing in the cavern. "I've now confirmed what I suspected before Quel lion recruits Mistings from the people he arrests. He rescues them from his own fires, then holds their families hostage. He relies on the very thing he's preaching against. The entire foundation for his rule, therefore, is a lie. Exposing that lie should cause the entire system to collapse."

"That's capital, we can certainly do that . . ." Breeze said, glancing at S azed again. Spook kept walking, and Sazed followed, trailing Spook as he moved through the cavern. Breeze moved away, probably to fetch Allrianne.

Spook stopped beside the water's edge. He stood there for a moment, then turned toward Sazed. " You said that you have been studying the construction that brought the water down here, diverting it f rom the canals ."

"Yes," S azed said.

"Is there a way to reverse the pro cess ?" Spook asked. "Make the water flood the streets again?"

"Perhaps," Sazed said. "I am not certain that I have the engineering expertise to accomplish the feat, however."

"Is there knowledge in your metalminds that would help you?" Spook asked.

"Well . . . yes ."

"Then use them," Spook said.

Sazed paused, looking uncomfortable.

"Sazed," Spook said. "We don't have much time we have to take this city before Quellion decides to attack and destroy us. Breeze is going to spread the rumors, then I am going to find a way to expose Quellion as a liar before his people. He's an Allomancer himself."

"Will that be enough?"

"It will if we give them someone else to follow," Spook said, turning back to look across the waters. " Someone who can survive fires; someone who can restore water to the city streets. We'll give them miracles and a hero, then expose their leader as a hypocrite and a tyrant. Confronted with that, what would you do?" Sazed didn't respond immediately. Spook made good points, even about S azed's metalminds still being useful . Yet Sazed wasn't certain what he thought of the changes in the young man. Spook seemed to have grown far more competent, but . . .

"Spook," S azed said, stepping in closer, speaking quietly enough that the soldiers standing behind couldn't hear. "What is it you aren't sharing with us? How did you survive the leap from that building?

Why do you cover your eyes with cloth?"

"I . . ." Spook faltered, showing a hint of the insecure boy he had once been. For some reason, seeing that made Sazed more comfortable. "I don't know if I can explain, Saze," Spook said, some of his pretension evaporating. "I'm still trying to figure it out myself. I'll explain eventually . For now, can you j ust trust me?" The lad had always been a sincere one. Sazed searched those eyes, so eager. And found something important. Spook cared. He cared about this city, about overthrowing the Citizen. He'd saved those people earli er, when S azed and Breeze had just stood outside, watching. Spook cared, and Sazed did not. Sazed tried he grew frustrated with himself because of his depression, which had been worse this evening than it usually was. His emotions had been so traitorous lately. He had trouble studying, had trouble leading, had trouble being of any use whatsoever. But, looking into Spook's eager eyes, he was almost able to forget his troubles for a moment.

If the lad wanted to take the lead, then who was Sazed to argue?

He glanced toward his room, where the metalminds lay. He had gone so long without them. They tempted him with their knowledge.

As long as I don 't preach the religions they contain,
he thought,
I'm not a hypocrite. Using this s peci
f ic knowledge Spook requests will, at least, bring some small meaning to the su f fering of those who
worked to gather knowled
ge of
engineering.

It seemed a weak excuse. But, in the face of Spook taking the lead and off ering a good reason to use the metalminds, it was enough.

"Very well," S azed said. "I shall do as you request."

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Ruin 's prison was not like those that hold men. He wasn't bound by bars. In fact, he could move about
freel y.

His prison, rather, was one of impotence. In the terms of f orces and gods, this meant balance. If Ruin
were to push, the prison would push back , essentially rendering Ruin powerless. And because much
of his power was stripped away and hidden, he was unable to a f fect the world in any but the most
subtle of ways. I should stop here and clari fy something. We s peak of Ruin being " freed" f rom his
prison. But that is misleading. Releasing the power at the Well tipped the aforementioned balance
back toward Ruin, but he was still too weak to destroy the world in the blink of an e ye as he yearned
to do. This weakness was caused by part of Ruin's power his ver y body having been taken and hidden
f rom him.

Which was why Ruin became so obsessed with f inding the hidden part of his self.
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ELEND STOOD IN THE MIST S.

Once, he had found them disconcerting. They had been the unknown something mysterious and uninviting, something that belonged to Allomancers and not to ordinary men. Yet, now he was an Allomancer himself. He stared up at the shif ting, swirling, spinning banks of vapor. Rivers in the sky. He almost felt as if he should get pulled along in some phantom current. When he'd first displayed Allomantic powers, Vin had explained Kelsier's now-infamous motto. The mists are our friend. They hide us.
Protect us. Give us power.

Elend continued to stare
upward. It had been three days since Vin's capture.
I shouldn't have let her go,
he thought again, heart twisting within him.
I shouldn't have agreed to
such a risk y plan.

Vin had always been the one to protect him. What did they do now, when she was in danger? Elend felt so inadequate. Had their situations been reversed, Vin would have found a way to get into the city and rescue him. She'd have assassinated Yomen, would have done something.

And yet, Elend didn't have her flair of brash determination. He was too much of a planner and was too well acquainted with politics. He
couldn 't
risk himself to save her. He'd already put himself into danger once, and in so doing, had risked the fate of his entire army. He couldn't leave them behind again and put himself in danger, particularly not by going into Fadrex, where Yomen had already proven himself a skilled manipulator.

No further word had come from Yomen. Elend expected ransom demands, and was terrif ied of what he might have to do if they came. Could he trade the fate of the world for Vin's life? No. Vin had faced a similar decision at the Well of Ascension, and had chosen the right option. Elend had to follow her example, had to be strong. Yet the thought of her captured came close to paralyzing him with dread. Only the spinning mists seemed to somehow comf ort him.

She'll be all right, he told himself, not for the first time. She's Vin. She 'll f igure a way out of it. She'll be all right. . . .

It felt odd, to Elend, that after a lifetime of finding the mists unsettling he would now find them so comforting. Vin didn't see them that way, not anymore. Elend could sense it in the way she acted, in the words she spoke. She distrusted the mists. Hated them, even. And Elend couldn't really blame her. They had, after all, changed somehow bringing destruction and death.

Yet, Elend found it hard to distrust the mists. They just
f elt
right. How could they be his enemy?

They spun, swirling around him j ust slightly as he burned metals, like leaves spinning in a playful wind. As he stood there, they seemed to soothe away his concerns about Vin's captivity, giving him confidence that she would f ind a way out.