The Hero of Ages by Brandon Sanderson
Page 71
That would certainly be preferable.
I do know that these words must be written in steel to be preserved. I have written them in a steel sheet, then ordered them scribed into a plate, knowing that in doing so, I reveal my weakness to my own priests. The thing has whispered to me that I am a fool to expose myself by writing this and letting others see it.
That is primarily why I decided to go through with the creation of this plate. Doing so seemed to make the thing angry. That is reason enough, I think. It is good that some few of my loyal priests know of my weakness, if only for the good of the empire, should I somehow fall.
I have tried to be a good ruler. At first, I was too young, too angry. I made mistakes. Yet, I have tried so hard. I nearly destroyed the world with my arrogance, and yet I fear I have nearly destroyed it again through my rule. I can do better. I will do better. I will create a land of order.
The thoughts in my mind, however, make me wonder just how much of what I do has been twisted from my original intentions. At times, my empire seems a place of peace and justice. Yet, if that is so, why can I not stop the rebellions? They cannot defeat me, and I must order them slaughtered each time they rise up. Can they not see the perfection of my system?
Regardless, this is not the place for justification. I need no justification, for I am—after a form—God. Yet, I know there is something greater than I. If I can be destroyed, It will be the cause of that destruction.
I have no advice to give. It is more powerful than I am. It is more powerful than this world. It claims to have created this world, in fact. It will destroy us all eventually.
Perhaps these stores will let mankind survive a little longer. Perhaps not. I am dead. I doubt that I should care.
Still, I do. For you are my people. I am the Hero of Ages. That is what it must mean: Hero of Ages, a hero that lives through the ages, as I do.
Know that the things power is not complete. Fortunately, I have hidden his body well.
And that was the end. Vin tapped the plate with frustration. Everything about the words on it seemed contrived to frustrate her. The Lord Ruler had led them on this grand chase, then at the end, he offe1red no hope? Elend was betting so much on what this plaque would contain, and yet, it was virtually worthless. At least the other ones had contained some relevant information about a new metal or the like.
I have failed you. It was infuriating—almost crushingly so—to come all this way, then find that the Lord Ruler had been as stumped as they were. And, if hed known more—as his words implied that he did—why hadnt he shared it on the plate? And yet, she could sense his instability even through these words—his washing back and forth from contrition to arrogance. Perhaps that was Ruins influence on him. Or, perhaps it was simply the way he had always been. Either way, Vin suspected that the Lord Ruler couldnt have told her much more that would have been of use. Hed done what he could, holding Ruin at bay for a thousand years. It had corrupted him, perhaps even driven him mad.
That didnt stop her from feeling a sharp sense of disappointment at what the plate contained. The Lord Ruler had been given a thousand years to worry about what would happen to the land if he were killed before the power returned to the Well, and even he hadnt been able to come up with a way out of the problem.
She looked up toward the plate, though in the darkness, she could not see it.
There has to be a way! she thought, refusing to accept the Lord Rulers implication that they were doomed. What was it you wrote at the bottom? "I have hidden his body well. "
That part seemed important. However, she hadnt been—
A sound rung through the darkness.
Vin turned immediately, growing tense, feeling for her last metal vial. Proximity to Ruin had made her jumpy, and she found her heart beating with anxiety as she listened to the echoing sounds—sounds of stone grinding against stone.
The door to the cavern was opening.
One might ask why Ruin couldnt have used Inquisitors to release him from his prison. The answer to this is simple enough, if one understands the workings of power.
Before the Lord Rulers death, he maintained too tight a grip on them to let Ruin control them directly. Even after the Lord Rulers death, however, such a servant of Ruin could never have rescued him. The power in the Well was of Preservation, and an Inquisitor could only have taken it by first removing his Hemalurgic spikes. That, of course, would have killed him.
Thus, Ruin needed a much more indirect way to achieve his purpose. He needed someone he hadnt tainted too much, but someone he could lead by the nose, carefully manipulating.
49
SAZED MADE A SMALL NOTATION ON HIS DIAGRAM, comparing measurements of the waterway. From what he could tell, the Lord Ruler hadnt really needed to do much to create the underground lake. Water had already been flowing into the cavern. The Lord Rulers engineers had simply widened the passageways, bringing in a steadier, surer flow that outpaced the natural drainage.
The result was an aquifer of good size. Some machinery in a side cave proved to be a mechanism for plugging the outlets at the bottom—presumably so that one could keep the water reserve from escaping, should something happen to the incoming supply. Unfortunately, there was no existing way to block off the inlets.
Before the Lord Rulers creation of the reser1voir, only a small amount of the water had passed into the cavern. The rest flowed instead into what were now the streets, filling the canals. So, Sazed assumed, if he could stop the water from entering the cavern, it would refill the canals.
Ill need to know more about water pressure, Sazed thought, so I can provide enough weight to plug those inlets. He thought hed seen a book on the subject inside his metalmind.
He leaned back in his chair, tapping his metalmind. Memory blossomed inside his head as he withdrew a section of text: an index hed made listing the titles of books he had in his storage. As soon as he pulled the text out, the words became as clear to him as if hed just read and memorized them. He scanned through the list quickly, seeking the title he needed. When he found it, he scribbled it on a piece of paper. Then, he placed the list back inside his coppermind.
The experience was odd. After replacing the list, he could recollect having drawn the material out—but, he had no memory whatsoever of what the index had contained. There was a blank in his mind. Only the words scribbled on the paper explained things that hed known just seconds before. With that title, he could draw the appropriate book into his mind in its entirety. He selected the chapters he wanted, then stuck the rest back into the coppermind, lest they decay.
And, with those chapters, his knowledge of engineering was as fresh as if hed just read and studied the book. He easily figured out the proper weights and balances hed need to craft barriers that would, he hoped, return water to the streets above.
He worked alone, sitting at a fine stolen desk, a lantern lighting the cavern around him. Even with the knowledge provided by his copperminds, it was difficult work, with many calculations—not exactly the kind of research he was accustomed to. Fortunately, a Keepers copperminds were not limited to his own interests. Each Keeper kept all of the knowledge. Sazed could vaguely remember the years hed spent listening and memorizing. Hed only needed to know the information well enough to remember it for a short time, then he could dump it into a coppermind. In that way, he was both one of the smartest and most ignorant men who had ever lived—he had memorized so much, but had intentionally forgotten it all.
Regardless, he had access to texts on engineering as well as religion. Knowing such things did not make him a brilliant mathematician or architect—however, it did give him enough competence to make him a good deal better than a layman.
And, as he worked, he was finding it more and more difficult to deny that scholarship was something at which he excelled. He was not a leader. He was not an ambassador. Even while he served as Elends chief ambassador, hed spent much of his time looking through his religions. Now,
when he should be heading the team in Urteau, more and more he found himself letting Spook take the lead.
Sazed was a man of research and of letters. He found contentment in his studies. Even though engineering wasnt an area he particularly enjoyed, the truth was, hed much rather study—no matter what the topic—than do anything else. Is it such a shameful thing, he thought, to be the man who likes to provide information for others, rather than be the one who has to use that information?
The tapping of a cane on the ground announced Breezes arrival. The Soother didnt need a cane to walk; he just preferred to carry one to look more gentlemanly. Of all the skaa thieves Sazed had known, Breeze did by far the best job of imitating a nobleman.
Sazed quickly jotted down a few more notations, then returned the chapters on water pressure to his coppermind. No need to let them decay while speaking to Breeze. For, of course, Breeze would want to talk. Sure enough, as soon as Breeze sat at Sazeds table, he scanned the diagrams, then raised an eyebrow. "Thats coming along nicely, my dear man. You may have missed your calling. "
Sazed smiled. "You are kind, Lord Breeze, though I fear an engineer would find this plan unsightly. Still, I think it will be sufficient. "
"You really think you can do it?" Breeze asked. "Make the waters flow as the lad asked? Is it even possible?"
"Oh, it is quite possible," Sazed said. "My expertise—not the plausibility of the task—is the item in question. The waters once filled those canals, and they can do so again. In fact, I believe that their return will be far more spectacular than the original flow. Before, much of the water was already diverted into these caverns. I should be able to block most of that and return the waters above in force. Of course, if Lord Spook wishes to keep the canals flowing, then we will have to let some of the water escape down here again. Canal works generally dont have much of a current, especially in an area where there are many locks. "
Breeze raised an eyebrow.
"Actually," Sazed continued, "canals are far more fascinating than you might expect. Take, for instance, the methods of transforming a natural river into a canal—making it what is called a navigation—or perhaps look at the methods of dredging used to remove silt and ash from the depths. I have one particular book by the infamous Lord Fedre, who—despite his reputation—was an absolute genius when it came to canal architecture. Why, Ive had to . . . " Sazed trailed off, then smiled wanly. "I apologize. Youre not interested in this, are you?"
"No," Breeze said, "but its enough that you are, Sazed. Its good to see you excited about your studies again. I dont know what it was you were working on before, but it always bothered me that you wouldnt share it with anyone. Seemed like you were almost ashamed of what you were doing. Now, however—this is like the Sazed I remember!"
Sazed looked down at his scribbled notes and diagrams. It was true. The last time that he had been so excited about a line of study was . . .
When hed been with her. Working on their collection of myths and references regarding the Hero of Ages.
"In truth, Lord Breeze," Sazed said, "I do feel somewhat guilty. "
Breeze rolled his eyes. "Sazed. Do you always have to be feeling guilty about something? Back in the original crew, you felt you werent doing enough to help us overthrow the Lord Ruler. Then, once we killed him, you were distraught because you werent doing what the other Keepers told you to. Do you want to tell me exactly how you go about feeling guilty for studying, of all things?"
That would certainly be preferable.
I do know that these words must be written in steel to be preserved. I have written them in a steel sheet, then ordered them scribed into a plate, knowing that in doing so, I reveal my weakness to my own priests. The thing has whispered to me that I am a fool to expose myself by writing this and letting others see it.
That is primarily why I decided to go through with the creation of this plate. Doing so seemed to make the thing angry. That is reason enough, I think. It is good that some few of my loyal priests know of my weakness, if only for the good of the empire, should I somehow fall.
I have tried to be a good ruler. At first, I was too young, too angry. I made mistakes. Yet, I have tried so hard. I nearly destroyed the world with my arrogance, and yet I fear I have nearly destroyed it again through my rule. I can do better. I will do better. I will create a land of order.
The thoughts in my mind, however, make me wonder just how much of what I do has been twisted from my original intentions. At times, my empire seems a place of peace and justice. Yet, if that is so, why can I not stop the rebellions? They cannot defeat me, and I must order them slaughtered each time they rise up. Can they not see the perfection of my system?
Regardless, this is not the place for justification. I need no justification, for I am—after a form—God. Yet, I know there is something greater than I. If I can be destroyed, It will be the cause of that destruction.
I have no advice to give. It is more powerful than I am. It is more powerful than this world. It claims to have created this world, in fact. It will destroy us all eventually.
Perhaps these stores will let mankind survive a little longer. Perhaps not. I am dead. I doubt that I should care.
Still, I do. For you are my people. I am the Hero of Ages. That is what it must mean: Hero of Ages, a hero that lives through the ages, as I do.
Know that the things power is not complete. Fortunately, I have hidden his body well.
And that was the end. Vin tapped the plate with frustration. Everything about the words on it seemed contrived to frustrate her. The Lord Ruler had led them on this grand chase, then at the end, he offe1red no hope? Elend was betting so much on what this plaque would contain, and yet, it was virtually worthless. At least the other ones had contained some relevant information about a new metal or the like.
I have failed you. It was infuriating—almost crushingly so—to come all this way, then find that the Lord Ruler had been as stumped as they were. And, if hed known more—as his words implied that he did—why hadnt he shared it on the plate? And yet, she could sense his instability even through these words—his washing back and forth from contrition to arrogance. Perhaps that was Ruins influence on him. Or, perhaps it was simply the way he had always been. Either way, Vin suspected that the Lord Ruler couldnt have told her much more that would have been of use. Hed done what he could, holding Ruin at bay for a thousand years. It had corrupted him, perhaps even driven him mad.
That didnt stop her from feeling a sharp sense of disappointment at what the plate contained. The Lord Ruler had been given a thousand years to worry about what would happen to the land if he were killed before the power returned to the Well, and even he hadnt been able to come up with a way out of the problem.
She looked up toward the plate, though in the darkness, she could not see it.
There has to be a way! she thought, refusing to accept the Lord Rulers implication that they were doomed. What was it you wrote at the bottom? "I have hidden his body well. "
That part seemed important. However, she hadnt been—
A sound rung through the darkness.
Vin turned immediately, growing tense, feeling for her last metal vial. Proximity to Ruin had made her jumpy, and she found her heart beating with anxiety as she listened to the echoing sounds—sounds of stone grinding against stone.
The door to the cavern was opening.
One might ask why Ruin couldnt have used Inquisitors to release him from his prison. The answer to this is simple enough, if one understands the workings of power.
Before the Lord Rulers death, he maintained too tight a grip on them to let Ruin control them directly. Even after the Lord Rulers death, however, such a servant of Ruin could never have rescued him. The power in the Well was of Preservation, and an Inquisitor could only have taken it by first removing his Hemalurgic spikes. That, of course, would have killed him.
Thus, Ruin needed a much more indirect way to achieve his purpose. He needed someone he hadnt tainted too much, but someone he could lead by the nose, carefully manipulating.
49
SAZED MADE A SMALL NOTATION ON HIS DIAGRAM, comparing measurements of the waterway. From what he could tell, the Lord Ruler hadnt really needed to do much to create the underground lake. Water had already been flowing into the cavern. The Lord Rulers engineers had simply widened the passageways, bringing in a steadier, surer flow that outpaced the natural drainage.
The result was an aquifer of good size. Some machinery in a side cave proved to be a mechanism for plugging the outlets at the bottom—presumably so that one could keep the water reserve from escaping, should something happen to the incoming supply. Unfortunately, there was no existing way to block off the inlets.
Before the Lord Rulers creation of the reser1voir, only a small amount of the water had passed into the cavern. The rest flowed instead into what were now the streets, filling the canals. So, Sazed assumed, if he could stop the water from entering the cavern, it would refill the canals.
Ill need to know more about water pressure, Sazed thought, so I can provide enough weight to plug those inlets. He thought hed seen a book on the subject inside his metalmind.
He leaned back in his chair, tapping his metalmind. Memory blossomed inside his head as he withdrew a section of text: an index hed made listing the titles of books he had in his storage. As soon as he pulled the text out, the words became as clear to him as if hed just read and memorized them. He scanned through the list quickly, seeking the title he needed. When he found it, he scribbled it on a piece of paper. Then, he placed the list back inside his coppermind.
The experience was odd. After replacing the list, he could recollect having drawn the material out—but, he had no memory whatsoever of what the index had contained. There was a blank in his mind. Only the words scribbled on the paper explained things that hed known just seconds before. With that title, he could draw the appropriate book into his mind in its entirety. He selected the chapters he wanted, then stuck the rest back into the coppermind, lest they decay.
And, with those chapters, his knowledge of engineering was as fresh as if hed just read and studied the book. He easily figured out the proper weights and balances hed need to craft barriers that would, he hoped, return water to the streets above.
He worked alone, sitting at a fine stolen desk, a lantern lighting the cavern around him. Even with the knowledge provided by his copperminds, it was difficult work, with many calculations—not exactly the kind of research he was accustomed to. Fortunately, a Keepers copperminds were not limited to his own interests. Each Keeper kept all of the knowledge. Sazed could vaguely remember the years hed spent listening and memorizing. Hed only needed to know the information well enough to remember it for a short time, then he could dump it into a coppermind. In that way, he was both one of the smartest and most ignorant men who had ever lived—he had memorized so much, but had intentionally forgotten it all.
Regardless, he had access to texts on engineering as well as religion. Knowing such things did not make him a brilliant mathematician or architect—however, it did give him enough competence to make him a good deal better than a layman.
And, as he worked, he was finding it more and more difficult to deny that scholarship was something at which he excelled. He was not a leader. He was not an ambassador. Even while he served as Elends chief ambassador, hed spent much of his time looking through his religions. Now,
Sazed was a man of research and of letters. He found contentment in his studies. Even though engineering wasnt an area he particularly enjoyed, the truth was, hed much rather study—no matter what the topic—than do anything else. Is it such a shameful thing, he thought, to be the man who likes to provide information for others, rather than be the one who has to use that information?
The tapping of a cane on the ground announced Breezes arrival. The Soother didnt need a cane to walk; he just preferred to carry one to look more gentlemanly. Of all the skaa thieves Sazed had known, Breeze did by far the best job of imitating a nobleman.
Sazed quickly jotted down a few more notations, then returned the chapters on water pressure to his coppermind. No need to let them decay while speaking to Breeze. For, of course, Breeze would want to talk. Sure enough, as soon as Breeze sat at Sazeds table, he scanned the diagrams, then raised an eyebrow. "Thats coming along nicely, my dear man. You may have missed your calling. "
Sazed smiled. "You are kind, Lord Breeze, though I fear an engineer would find this plan unsightly. Still, I think it will be sufficient. "
"You really think you can do it?" Breeze asked. "Make the waters flow as the lad asked? Is it even possible?"
"Oh, it is quite possible," Sazed said. "My expertise—not the plausibility of the task—is the item in question. The waters once filled those canals, and they can do so again. In fact, I believe that their return will be far more spectacular than the original flow. Before, much of the water was already diverted into these caverns. I should be able to block most of that and return the waters above in force. Of course, if Lord Spook wishes to keep the canals flowing, then we will have to let some of the water escape down here again. Canal works generally dont have much of a current, especially in an area where there are many locks. "
Breeze raised an eyebrow.
"Actually," Sazed continued, "canals are far more fascinating than you might expect. Take, for instance, the methods of transforming a natural river into a canal—making it what is called a navigation—or perhaps look at the methods of dredging used to remove silt and ash from the depths. I have one particular book by the infamous Lord Fedre, who—despite his reputation—was an absolute genius when it came to canal architecture. Why, Ive had to . . . " Sazed trailed off, then smiled wanly. "I apologize. Youre not interested in this, are you?"
"No," Breeze said, "but its enough that you are, Sazed. Its good to see you excited about your studies again. I dont know what it was you were working on before, but it always bothered me that you wouldnt share it with anyone. Seemed like you were almost ashamed of what you were doing. Now, however—this is like the Sazed I remember!"
Sazed looked down at his scribbled notes and diagrams. It was true. The last time that he had been so excited about a line of study was . . .
When hed been with her. Working on their collection of myths and references regarding the Hero of Ages.
"In truth, Lord Breeze," Sazed said, "I do feel somewhat guilty. "
Breeze rolled his eyes. "Sazed. Do you always have to be feeling guilty about something? Back in the original crew, you felt you werent doing enough to help us overthrow the Lord Ruler. Then, once we killed him, you were distraught because you werent doing what the other Keepers told you to. Do you want to tell me exactly how you go about feeling guilty for studying, of all things?"