The Hero of Ages by Brandon Sanderson
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Vin found her with ease. The woman had dark hair and tan skin, and she sat at a table surrounded by sycophants. Vin recognized that arrogant look, that way the womans voice was just loud enough to be imperious, but just soft enough to make everyone hang on her words.
Vin approached with determination. Years ago, shed been forced to start at the bottom. She didnt have time for that. She didnt know the subtle political intricacies of the city—the allegiances and rivalries. However, there was one thing of which she was fairly confident.
Whichever side this woman was on, Vin wanted to be on the opposite one.
Several of the sycophants looked up as Vin approached, and they grew pale. Their leader had the poise to remain aloof. Shell try to ignore me, Vin thought. I cant leave her that option. Vin sat at the table directly across from the woman. Then, Vin turned and addressed several of the younger sycophants.
"Shes planning to betray you," Vin said.
The women glanced at each other.
"She has plans to get out of the city," Vin said. "When the army attacks, she wont be here. And shes going to leave you all to die. Make an ally of me, however, and I will see that you are protected. "
"Excuse me?" the lead woman said, her voice indignant. "Did I invite you to sit here?"
Vin smiled. That was easy. A thieving crewleaders basis of power was money—take that away, and hed fall. For a woman like this, her power was in the people who listened to her. To make her react, one simply had to threaten to take her minions.
Vin turned to confront the woman. "No, you didnt invite me. I invited myself. Someone needs to warn the women here. "
The woman sniffed. "You spread lies. You know nothing of my supposed plans. "
"Dont I? Youre not the type to let a man like Yomen determine your future, and if the others here think about it, theyll realized that theres no way you would let yourself get caught in Fadrex City without plans to escape. Im surprised youre even still here. "
"Your threats do not frighten me," the lady said.
"I havent threatened you yet," Vin noted, sipping her wine. She gave a careful Push on the emotions of the women at the table, making them more worried. "We could get to that, if you wish—though, technically, Ive got your entire city under1 threat already. "
The woman narrowed her eyes at Vin. "Dont listen to her, ladies. "
"Yes, Lady Patresen," one of the women said, speaking a little too quickly.
Patresen, Vin thought, relieved that someone had finally mentioned the womans name. Do I know that name? "House Patresen," Vin said idly. "Isnt that a cousin family of House Elariel?"
Lady Patresen remained quiet.
"I killed an Elariel once," Vin said. "It was a good fight. Shan was a very clever woman, and a skilled Mistborn. " She leaned in. "You may think that the stories about me are exaggerations. You may assume that I didnt really kill the Lord Ruler, and that the talk is simply propaganda crafted to help stabilize my husbands rule.
"Think as you wish, Lady Patresen. However, there is one thing you must understand. You are not my adversary. I dont have time for people like you. Youre a petty woman in an insignificant city, part of a doomed culture of nobility. Im not talking to you because I want to be part of your schemes; you cant even understand how unimportant they are to me. Im just here to voice a warning. Were going to take this city—and when we do, there will be little room for people who were against us. "
Patresen paled just slightly. However, her voice was calm when she spoke. "I doubt thats true. If you could take the city as easily as you claim, then you would have already. "
"My husband is a man of honor," Vin said, "and decided that he wished to speak with Yomen before attacking. I, however, am not quite so temperate. "
"Well, I think that—"
"You dont understand, do you?" Vin asked. "It doesnt matter what you think. Look, I know youre the type with powerful connections. Those connections will have told you by now the numbers we bring. Forty thousand men, twenty thousand koloss, and a full contingent of Allomancers. Plus two Mistborn. My husband and I did not come to this conference to make allies, or even to make enemies. We came to give warning. I suggest you take it. "
She punctuated her last comment with a powerful Soothing. She wanted it to be obvious to the women, to let them know that they were—indeed—under her power. Then, she stood, trailing away from the table.
What she had said to Patresen wasnt really that important—the important thing was that Vin had been seen confronting the woman. Hopefully, that would put Vin on a side in the local politics, making her less threatening to some factions in the room. That, in turn, would make her more accessible, and—
The sound of chairs scooting back from the table came from behind her. Vin turned, suspicious, and saw most of Lady Patresens clique approaching in a hurry, leaving their leader sitting virtually alone at her table, a scowl on her face.
Vin tensed.
"Lady Venture," one of the women said. "Perhaps you would let some of us . . . introduce you at the party?"
Vin frowned.
"Please," the woman said very quietly.
Vin blinked in surprise. Shed expected the women to resent her, not listen to her. She glanced about. Most of the women looked so intimidated that Vin thought they might wilt away, like leaves in the sun. Feeling a little bemused, Vin nodded her head and let herself be led into the party1 for introductions.
Rashek wore both black and white. I think he wanted to show that he was a duality, Preservation and Ruin.
This, of course, was a lie. After all, he had only touched one of the powers—and only in a very small way at that.
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"LORD BREEZE GUESSED CORRECTLY," Sazed said, standing at the front of their small group. "As far as I can tell, the diversion of waters into this underground reservoir was intentional. The project must have taken decades. It required widening natural passageways so that the water—which once fed the river and canals above—instead flowed into this cavern. "
"Yes, but whats the point?" Breeze asked. "Why waste so much effort to move a river?"
Three days in Urteau had allowed them to do as Spook had suggested, moving their troops into the Ministry building, ostensibly taking up residence inside of it. The Citizen couldnt know about the cache, otherwise he would have ransacked it. That meant Sazed and his team held a distinct advantage should events in the city turn ugly.
They had pulled some of the furniture from the building above and arranged it—with sheets and tapestries to create "rooms"—amid the shelves in the cavern. Logic dictated that the cavern was the best place to spend their time, for should someone attack the Ministry building, the cavern was where they wanted to be. True, theyd be trapped—but with the supplies they had, theyd be able to survive indefinitely and work out a plan of escape.
Sazed, Breeze, Spook, and Allrianne sat in one of these partitioned-off areas among the shelves of food. "The reason that the Lord Ruler made this lake is simple, I think. " Sazed turned, glancing over his shoulder at the lake. "That water comes via an underground river, filtered—in all likelihood—through layers of rock. It is pure water, the likes of which you rarely see in the Final Empire. No ash, no sediment. The purpose of that water is to sustain a population should a disaster occur. If it were still flowing into the canals above, it would quickly get soiled and polluted by the population living in the city. "
"The Lord Ruler was looking to the future," Spook said, still wearing his strange eye bandage. Hed turned aside all questions and promptings regarding why he wore it, though Sazed was beginning to suspect it had to do with burning tin.
Sazed nodded at the young mans comment. "The Lord Ruler wasnt worried about causing financial ruin in Urteau—he just wanted to make certain this cavern had access to a constant, flowing source of fresh water. "
"Isnt this all beside the point?" Allrianne asked. "
So we have water. What about that maniac running the city?"
Sazed paused, and the others turned to look to him. I am, unfortunately, in charge. "Well," he said, "we should speak of this. Emperor Venture has asked us to secure the city. As the Citizen has proven unwilling to meet with us again, we shall need to discuss other options. "
"That man needs to go," Spook said. "We need assassins. "
"I fear that wouldnt work very well, my dear boy," Breeze said.
"Why not?" Spook asked. "We killed the Lord Ruler, and that worked pretty well. "
"Ah," Breeze said, raising a finger, "but the Lord Ruler was irreplaceable. He was a god, and so killing him cre1ated a psychological impact on his populace. "
Allrianne nodded. "This Citizens not a force of nature, but a man—and men can be replaced. If we assassinate Quellion, one of his lackeys will simply take his place. "
"And we will be branded as murderers," Breeze added.
"What, then?" Spook asked. "We leave him alone?"
"Of course not," Breeze said. "If we want to take this city, we need to undermine him, then remove him. We prove that his entire system is faulty—that his government is, in essence, silly. If we manage that, we wont just stop him, well stop everyone who has worked with him and supported him. That is the only way were going to take Urteau short of marching an army in here and seizing it by force. "
"And, since His Majesty kindly left us without any troops to speak of . . . " Allrianne said.
"I am not convinced that such rash action is required," Sazed said. "Perhaps, given more time, well be able to work with this man. "
"Work with him?" Spook asked. "Youve been here three days—isnt that enough for you to see what Quellion is like?"
"I have seen," Sazed said. "And, to be perfectly honest, I do not know that I can fault the Citizens views. "
The cavern fell silent.
"Perhaps you should explain yourself, my dear man," Breeze said, sipping at a cup of wine.
"The things that the Citizen says are not false," Sazed said. "We cannot blame him for teaching the very same things that Kelsier did. The Survivor spoke of killing the nobility—goodness knows, we all saw him engaging in that activity often enough. He spoke of revolution and of skaa ruling themselves. "
"He spoke of extreme actions during extreme times," Breeze said. "Thats what you do when you need to motivate people. Even Kelsier wouldnt have taken it this far. "
"Perhaps," Sazed said. "But can we really be surprised that people who heard Kelsier speak have created this society? And, what right have we to take it from them? In a way, theyve been truer to Kelsier than we have. Can you really say that you think hed be pleased to find out that we put a nobleman on the throne not one day after he died?"
Breeze and Spook glanced at each other, and neither contradicted him.
"Its just not right," Spook finally said. "These people claim to know Kelsier, but they dont. He didnt want people to be grim and bullied—he wanted them to be free and happy. "
Vin found her with ease. The woman had dark hair and tan skin, and she sat at a table surrounded by sycophants. Vin recognized that arrogant look, that way the womans voice was just loud enough to be imperious, but just soft enough to make everyone hang on her words.
Vin approached with determination. Years ago, shed been forced to start at the bottom. She didnt have time for that. She didnt know the subtle political intricacies of the city—the allegiances and rivalries. However, there was one thing of which she was fairly confident.
Whichever side this woman was on, Vin wanted to be on the opposite one.
Several of the sycophants looked up as Vin approached, and they grew pale. Their leader had the poise to remain aloof. Shell try to ignore me, Vin thought. I cant leave her that option. Vin sat at the table directly across from the woman. Then, Vin turned and addressed several of the younger sycophants.
"Shes planning to betray you," Vin said.
The women glanced at each other.
"She has plans to get out of the city," Vin said. "When the army attacks, she wont be here. And shes going to leave you all to die. Make an ally of me, however, and I will see that you are protected. "
"Excuse me?" the lead woman said, her voice indignant. "Did I invite you to sit here?"
Vin smiled. That was easy. A thieving crewleaders basis of power was money—take that away, and hed fall. For a woman like this, her power was in the people who listened to her. To make her react, one simply had to threaten to take her minions.
Vin turned to confront the woman. "No, you didnt invite me. I invited myself. Someone needs to warn the women here. "
The woman sniffed. "You spread lies. You know nothing of my supposed plans. "
"Dont I? Youre not the type to let a man like Yomen determine your future, and if the others here think about it, theyll realized that theres no way you would let yourself get caught in Fadrex City without plans to escape. Im surprised youre even still here. "
"Your threats do not frighten me," the lady said.
"I havent threatened you yet," Vin noted, sipping her wine. She gave a careful Push on the emotions of the women at the table, making them more worried. "We could get to that, if you wish—though, technically, Ive got your entire city under1 threat already. "
The woman narrowed her eyes at Vin. "Dont listen to her, ladies. "
"Yes, Lady Patresen," one of the women said, speaking a little too quickly.
Patresen, Vin thought, relieved that someone had finally mentioned the womans name. Do I know that name? "House Patresen," Vin said idly. "Isnt that a cousin family of House Elariel?"
Lady Patresen remained quiet.
"I killed an Elariel once," Vin said. "It was a good fight. Shan was a very clever woman, and a skilled Mistborn. " She leaned in. "You may think that the stories about me are exaggerations. You may assume that I didnt really kill the Lord Ruler, and that the talk is simply propaganda crafted to help stabilize my husbands rule.
"Think as you wish, Lady Patresen. However, there is one thing you must understand. You are not my adversary. I dont have time for people like you. Youre a petty woman in an insignificant city, part of a doomed culture of nobility. Im not talking to you because I want to be part of your schemes; you cant even understand how unimportant they are to me. Im just here to voice a warning. Were going to take this city—and when we do, there will be little room for people who were against us. "
Patresen paled just slightly. However, her voice was calm when she spoke. "I doubt thats true. If you could take the city as easily as you claim, then you would have already. "
"My husband is a man of honor," Vin said, "and decided that he wished to speak with Yomen before attacking. I, however, am not quite so temperate. "
"Well, I think that—"
"You dont understand, do you?" Vin asked. "It doesnt matter what you think. Look, I know youre the type with powerful connections. Those connections will have told you by now the numbers we bring. Forty thousand men, twenty thousand koloss, and a full contingent of Allomancers. Plus two Mistborn. My husband and I did not come to this conference to make allies, or even to make enemies. We came to give warning. I suggest you take it. "
She punctuated her last comment with a powerful Soothing. She wanted it to be obvious to the women, to let them know that they were—indeed—under her power. Then, she stood, trailing away from the table.
What she had said to Patresen wasnt really that important—the important thing was that Vin had been seen confronting the woman. Hopefully, that would put Vin on a side in the local politics, making her less threatening to some factions in the room. That, in turn, would make her more accessible, and—
The sound of chairs scooting back from the table came from behind her. Vin turned, suspicious, and saw most of Lady Patresens clique approaching in a hurry, leaving their leader sitting virtually alone at her table, a scowl on her face.
Vin tensed.
"Lady Venture," one of the women said. "Perhaps you would let some of us . . . introduce you at the party?"
Vin frowned.
"Please," the woman said very quietly.
Vin blinked in surprise. Shed expected the women to resent her, not listen to her. She glanced about. Most of the women looked so intimidated that Vin thought they might wilt away, like leaves in the sun. Feeling a little bemused, Vin nodded her head and let herself be led into the party1 for introductions.
Rashek wore both black and white. I think he wanted to show that he was a duality, Preservation and Ruin.
This, of course, was a lie. After all, he had only touched one of the powers—and only in a very small way at that.
31
"LORD BREEZE GUESSED CORRECTLY," Sazed said, standing at the front of their small group. "As far as I can tell, the diversion of waters into this underground reservoir was intentional. The project must have taken decades. It required widening natural passageways so that the water—which once fed the river and canals above—instead flowed into this cavern. "
"Yes, but whats the point?" Breeze asked. "Why waste so much effort to move a river?"
Three days in Urteau had allowed them to do as Spook had suggested, moving their troops into the Ministry building, ostensibly taking up residence inside of it. The Citizen couldnt know about the cache, otherwise he would have ransacked it. That meant Sazed and his team held a distinct advantage should events in the city turn ugly.
They had pulled some of the furniture from the building above and arranged it—with sheets and tapestries to create "rooms"—amid the shelves in the cavern. Logic dictated that the cavern was the best place to spend their time, for should someone attack the Ministry building, the cavern was where they wanted to be. True, theyd be trapped—but with the supplies they had, theyd be able to survive indefinitely and work out a plan of escape.
Sazed, Breeze, Spook, and Allrianne sat in one of these partitioned-off areas among the shelves of food. "The reason that the Lord Ruler made this lake is simple, I think. " Sazed turned, glancing over his shoulder at the lake. "That water comes via an underground river, filtered—in all likelihood—through layers of rock. It is pure water, the likes of which you rarely see in the Final Empire. No ash, no sediment. The purpose of that water is to sustain a population should a disaster occur. If it were still flowing into the canals above, it would quickly get soiled and polluted by the population living in the city. "
"The Lord Ruler was looking to the future," Spook said, still wearing his strange eye bandage. Hed turned aside all questions and promptings regarding why he wore it, though Sazed was beginning to suspect it had to do with burning tin.
Sazed nodded at the young mans comment. "The Lord Ruler wasnt worried about causing financial ruin in Urteau—he just wanted to make certain this cavern had access to a constant, flowing source of fresh water. "
"Isnt this all beside the point?" Allrianne asked. "
Sazed paused, and the others turned to look to him. I am, unfortunately, in charge. "Well," he said, "we should speak of this. Emperor Venture has asked us to secure the city. As the Citizen has proven unwilling to meet with us again, we shall need to discuss other options. "
"That man needs to go," Spook said. "We need assassins. "
"I fear that wouldnt work very well, my dear boy," Breeze said.
"Why not?" Spook asked. "We killed the Lord Ruler, and that worked pretty well. "
"Ah," Breeze said, raising a finger, "but the Lord Ruler was irreplaceable. He was a god, and so killing him cre1ated a psychological impact on his populace. "
Allrianne nodded. "This Citizens not a force of nature, but a man—and men can be replaced. If we assassinate Quellion, one of his lackeys will simply take his place. "
"And we will be branded as murderers," Breeze added.
"What, then?" Spook asked. "We leave him alone?"
"Of course not," Breeze said. "If we want to take this city, we need to undermine him, then remove him. We prove that his entire system is faulty—that his government is, in essence, silly. If we manage that, we wont just stop him, well stop everyone who has worked with him and supported him. That is the only way were going to take Urteau short of marching an army in here and seizing it by force. "
"And, since His Majesty kindly left us without any troops to speak of . . . " Allrianne said.
"I am not convinced that such rash action is required," Sazed said. "Perhaps, given more time, well be able to work with this man. "
"Work with him?" Spook asked. "Youve been here three days—isnt that enough for you to see what Quellion is like?"
"I have seen," Sazed said. "And, to be perfectly honest, I do not know that I can fault the Citizens views. "
The cavern fell silent.
"Perhaps you should explain yourself, my dear man," Breeze said, sipping at a cup of wine.
"The things that the Citizen says are not false," Sazed said. "We cannot blame him for teaching the very same things that Kelsier did. The Survivor spoke of killing the nobility—goodness knows, we all saw him engaging in that activity often enough. He spoke of revolution and of skaa ruling themselves. "
"He spoke of extreme actions during extreme times," Breeze said. "Thats what you do when you need to motivate people. Even Kelsier wouldnt have taken it this far. "
"Perhaps," Sazed said. "But can we really be surprised that people who heard Kelsier speak have created this society? And, what right have we to take it from them? In a way, theyve been truer to Kelsier than we have. Can you really say that you think hed be pleased to find out that we put a nobleman on the throne not one day after he died?"
Breeze and Spook glanced at each other, and neither contradicted him.
"Its just not right," Spook finally said. "These people claim to know Kelsier, but they dont. He didnt want people to be grim and bullied—he wanted them to be free and happy. "