Mistborn: The Hero of Ages (34 page)

Breeze and Allrianne entered the building, and Sazed waved to Captain Goradel, indicating that he should make a perimeter outside. The man nodded, sending a squad of soldiers up to follow Sazed and the others. Finally, Sazed frowned to himself and entered the building.

He wasn't certain what he had been expecting. The building had been part of the Canton of Inquisition the most infamous of the Ministry's arms. It wasn't a place Sazed relished entering. The last building like this he'd entered had been the Conventical of Seran, and it had been decidedly eerie. This building, however, proved to be nothing like the Conventical it was j ust another bureaucratic of fice. It was furnished a little more austerely than most Ministry buildings, true, but it still had tapestries on the wooden walls and broad red rugs on the f loor. The trim was of metal, and there were hearths in every room.

As Sazed followed Breeze and Spook through the building, he was able to imagine what the building had been like during the days of the Lord Ruler. There would have been no dust, then, but instead an air of crisp efficiency. Administrators would have sat at those desks, collecting and f iling information about noble houses, skaa rebels, and even other Ministry Cantons. There had been a longstanding feud between the Canton of Orthodoxy, which had administered the Lord Ruler's empire, and the Canton of Inquisition, which had policed it.

This was not a place of fear at all, but rather a place of ledgers and files. The Inquisitors had probably visited this building only rarely. Spook led them through several cluttered rooms toward a smaller storage chamber at the back. Here, Sazed could see that the dust on the floor had been disturbed .

"You've been here before?" he asked, entering the room after Spook, Breeze, and Allrianne. Spook nodded. "As has Vin. Don't you remember the report?" With that, he felt about on the floor, eventually finding a hidden latch and opening a trapdoor. Sazed peered down into the dark cavern below.

"What's he talking about?" Allrianne whispered to Breeze. "Vin's been here ?"

" She did reconnaissance in this city, dear," Breeze said. "To find . . ."

"The cache," S azed said as Spook began to climb down a ladder into the darkness. He left the lantern behind. " The supply cache left behind by the Lord Ruler. All of them are underneath Ministry buildings."

"Well, that's what we're here to recover, isn't it?" Allrianne asked. "So, we've got it. Why bother with that Citizen fellow and his crazy peasants?" "There's no way we could get these supplies out of the city with the Citizen in control." Spook's voice drif ted up, echoing slightly. "There's too much down here." "Besides, my dear," Breeze said. "Elend didn't just send us to get these supplies he sent us to quell a rebellion. We can't have one of our major cities in revolt, and we
particularly
can't afford to let the rebellion spread. I must say, though, it does feel odd to be on this side of the problem stopping a rebellion, rather than starting one."

"We may have to organize a rebellion
against
the rebellion, Breeze," Spook's voice echoed from below. "If that makes you f eel any more comfortable. Anyway, are you three coming down or not?" Sazed and Breeze shared a look, then Breeze gestured toward the dark pit. "After you." Sazed picked up the lantern and climbed down the ladder. At the bottom, he found a small stone chamber, one wall of which had been pulled back to reveal a cavern. . 71 201

He stepped inside, Breeze reaching the ground behind him, then helping Allrianne down. Sazed raised the lantern, staring quietly.

"Lord Ruler!" Breeze said, stepping up beside him. "It's enormous!"

"The Lord Ruler prepared these caches in case of a disaster," Spook said, standing ahead of them in the cavern. " They were meant to help the empire through what we're now facing. They wouldn't be much good if they weren't created on a grand scale."

"Grand" was correct. They stood on a ledge near the ceiling of the cavern, and a vast chamber extended out below. S azed could see row upon row of shelves lining the cavern f loor.

"I think we should set up our b ase here, Sazed," Spook said, moving toward stairs that led down to the cavern floor. "It's the only defensible place in the city. If we move our troops into the building above, we can use this cavern for supplies and can even fall back in here in an emergency. We could defend this even against a determined assault. "

Sazed turned, regarding the stone doorway into the chamber. It was small enough that only one man could pass through at a time which meant that it would be very easy to guard. And, there was probably a way to shut it again.

"Suddenly I f eel a whole lot safer in this city," Breeze noted.

Sazed nodded. He turned, regarding the cavern again. In the distance, he could hear something. "Is that water?"

Spook was moving down steps. Again, his voice echoed hauntingly in the chamber. " Each cache has a specialty something it contains more of than all the others." Sazed moved down the steps as Goradel's soldiers entered the chamber behind Breeze. Though the soldiers had brought more lanterns, Breeze and Allrianne stuck close to Sazed as they descended.

Soon, S azed realized he could see something sparkling in the distance. He held the lantern high, pausing on the steps as he saw that some of the darkness in the distance was too f lat to be part of the cavern floor.

Breeze whistled quietly as they studied the enormous underground lake. "Well," he noted, "I guess now we know where all the water from those canals went." . 72 201

Originally, men assumed that Rashek's persecution of the Terris religion came from hatred. Yet , now
that we know that Rashek was himself a Terrisman, his destruction of that religion seems odd. I
suspect it had something to do with the prophecies about the Hero of Ages. Rashek knew that
Preservation's power would eventually return to the Well of Ascension. If the Terris religion had been
allowed to survive, then perhaps someday a person would f ind their way to the Well and take up the
power , then use it to de feat Rashek and overthrow his empire. So, he obscured knowledge of the
Hero and what he was supposed to do, hoping to keep the secret of the Well to himsel f .
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"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO TRY AND TALK
me out of this?" Elend asked, amused. Ham and Cett shared a look.

"Why would we do that, El?" Ham asked, standing at the front of the boat. In the distance, the sun was setting, and the mists had already begun to gather. The boat rocked quietly, and soldiers milled about on the shore, preparing f or night. One week had passed since Vin's initial scouting of Fadrex, and she still hadn't managed to sneak into the storage cache.

The night of the next ball had arrived, and Elend and Vin were planning to attend.

"Well, I can think of a couple of reasons why you might obj ect," Elend said, counting them off on his fingers. "First, it isn't wise to expose me to potential capture. Second, by revealing myself at the party, I'll show that I'm Mistborn, conf irming rumors that Yomen may not believe. Third, I'll be putting both of our Mistborn in the same place, where they can be easily attacked that can't be a good idea. Finally, there's the fact that going to a ball in the middle of a war is just plain crazy ." Ham shrugged, leaning with one elbow against the deck railing. "This isn't so diff erent from when you entered your father's camp during the siege of Luthadel . Except you weren't Mistborn then, and you weren't in such a position of political power. Yomen would be crazy to make a move against you he has to know that if you're in the same room with him, he's in mortal danger himself."

"He'll run," Cett said from his seat. "This party will end the moment you arrive."

"No," Elend said, "I don't think it will." He glanced back toward their cabin. Vin was still getting ready she'd had the camp tailors modify one of the cooking girls' dresses. Elend was worried. No matter how good the dress turned out to be, it would look out of place compared to the lavish ball gowns.

He turned back to Cett and Ham. "I don't think Yomen will run. He has to know that if Vin wanted to kill him, she'd attack his palace in secret. He's trying very hard to pretend that nothing has changed since the Lord Ruler disappeared. When we show up at the ball, it will make him think that we're willing to pretend with him. He'll stay and see if he can gain some advantage by meeting with us on his terms."

"The man's a fool," Cett said. "I can't believe he'd want to go back to the way things were."

"At least he's trying to give his subjects what they want. That's where you went wrong, Cett. You lost your kingdom the moment you left because you didn't care to try pleasing anyone."

"A king doesn't have to please anyone," Cett snapped. "He's the one with the army that means other people have to please
him.
"

"Actually," Ham said, rubbing his chin, "that theory can't be true. A king has to please somebody af ter all, even if he intended to
force
everyone to do what he said, he'd still have to at least please his army. But then, I guess if the army is pleased simply by being allowed to push people around, you might have an argument . . ." Ham trailed off, looking thoughtful, and Cett scowled. "Does everything have to be some damn logic puzzle to you?" he demanded. Ham just continued to rub his chin. Elend smiled, glancing at his cabin again. It was good to hear Ham acting like himself. Cett protested Ham's comments almost as much as Breeze did. In fact . . . Maybe that's why Ham hasn't been quite so prone to his little logic puzzles latel y, Elend thought. There hasn't been an yone around to complain about them. "So, Elend . . ." Cett said. "If you die, I'm in charge, right?"

"Vin will take command if something happens to me," Elend said. "You know that."

"Right," Cett said. "And if both of you die ? "

"Sazed is next in the imperial suc cession after Vin, Cett. We've discussed that."

"Yes, but what about this army?" Cett said. "Sazed is off in Urteau. Who leads these men until we meet up with him?"

Elend sighed. "If , somehow, Yomen manages to kill both Vin and myself, then I suggest that you run because yes, you'd be in charge here, and the Mistborn who killed us is likely to come for you next." Cett smiled in satisfaction, though Ham frowned at this.

"You've never wanted titles, Ham," Elend pointed out. "And you've chaf ed at every leadership position I've given you."

"I know," he said. "But what ab out Demoux? "

"Cett has more experience," Elend said. "He's a better man than he pretends, Ham. I trust him. That will have to be enough for you. Cett, if things turn bad, I charge you with returning to Luthadel and searching out Sazed to tell him that he's emperor. Now, I think that " Elend paused as the door to his cabin opened. He turned, putting on his best consoling smile, then froze .

Vin stood in the doorway wearing a stunning black gown with silver trim, cut after a modern fashion. Somehow, it managed to lo ok sleek despite the bell-shaped skirt, which fanned out with petti coats. Her pure black hair, which she often wore pulled back in a tail, was down, and it now reached to her collarbone, neatly trimmed and curling j ust slightly. The only j ewelry she wore was her simple earring, the one she'd gotten f rom her mother when she was just a child.

He always thought she was beautif ul. And yet . . . how long had it been since he'd seen her in a gown, with her hair and makeup done? He tried to say something, give her a compliment, but his voice just kind of trailed off.

She walked over on light feet, kissing him briefly. "I'll take that as an indication that I managed to put this thing on right. I'd forgotten what a
pain
gowns could be. And the makeup! Honestly, Elend, you're never allowed to complain about those suits of yours again."

Beside them, Ham was chuckling. Vin turned. "What? "

"Ah, Vin," Ham said, leaning back and folding his muscular arms, "when did you go and grow up on me? It seems like just last week you were scrambling about, hiding in corners, wearing the haircut of a boy and the attitude of a mouse."

Vin smiled fondly. "Do you remember when we first met? You thought I was a twixt." Ham nodded. "Breeze nearly fainted dead away when he found we'd been talking with a Mistborn all that time ! Honestly, Vin. Sometimes I can't believe that you were that same frightened girl Ke lsier brought into the crew ."

"It has been five years, Ham. I'm twenty-one now."

"I know," Ham said, sighing. "You're like my own children, adults before I had time to know them as kids. In fact, I probably know you and El better than I know any of them . . ."

"You'll get back to them, Ham," Vin said, reaching over and laying a hand on his shoulder. " Once this is all over."

"Oh, I know that," he said, smiling, ever the optimist. "But, you can never have back what you've missed. I hope all this turns out to be worth it." Elend shook his head, finally finding his voice. "I have only one thing to say. If that dress is what the cooking girls are wearing, I'm paying them
far
too much." Vin laughed.

"Seriously, Vin," Elend said. "The army's tailors are good, but there's no way that dress came from materials we had in camp. Where did you get it?" "It's a mystery," Vin said, narrowing her eyes and smiling. "We Mistborn are incredibly mysterious."

Elend paused. "Um . . . I'm Mistborn too, Vin. That doesn't make any sense."

"We Mistborn need not make s ense," Vin said. "It's beneath us. Come on the sun's already down. We need to get moving."

"Have fun dancing with our enemies," Ham said as Vin hopped from the boat, then Pushed herself up through the mists. Elend waved farewell, Pushing himself into the air as well. As he shot away, his tin-enhanced ears heard Ham's voice talking to Cett.

"So . . . you can't go anywhere unless someone carries you, right? " the Thug asked. Cett grunted.

"Well then," Ham said, sounding very pleased. "I've got quite a number of philosophical puzzles you might enjoy. . . ."

Allomantic jumping was
not
easy when one was wearing a ball gown. Every time Vin started to descend, the bottom of the dress flared up around her, ruffling and flapping like a flock of startled birds.