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As she passed, some of the men saluted. Others bowed their heads in reverence. Still others glanced away, looking uncertain. Vin didnt blame them. Even she wasnt sure what her place was in the army. As Elends wife, she was technically their empress, though she wore no royal garb. To many, she was a religious figure, the Heir of the Survivor. She didnt really want that title either.
She found Elend and Ham conversing outside of the imperial tent, which was in an early stage of disassembly. Though they stood out in the open, their mannerisms completely nonchalant, Vin was immediately struck by how far the two men were standing from the workers, as if Elend and Ham didnt want the men to hear. Burning tin, she could make out what they were saying long before she reached them.
"Ham," Elend said quietly, "you know Im right. We cant keep doing this. The further we penetrate into the Western Dominance, the more daylight well lose to the mists. "
Ham shook his head. "Youd really stand by and watch your own soldiers die, El?"
Elends face grew hard, and he met Vins eyes as she joined them. "We cant afford to wait out the mists every morning. "
"Even if it saves lives?" Ham asked.
"Slowing down costs lives," Elend said. "Each hour we spend out here brings the mists closer to the Central Dominance. Were planning to be at siege for some time, Ham—and that means we need to get to Fadrex as soon as possible. "
Ham glanced at Vin, looking for support. She shook her head. "Im sorry, Ham. Elend is right. We cant have our entire army dependent upon the whims of the mists. Wed be exposed—if someone attacked us in the morning, our men would either have to respond and get struck down by the mists, or hide in their tents and wait. "
Ham frowned, then excused himself, tromping through the fallen ash to help a group of soldiers pack away their tents. Vin stepped up beside Elend, watching the large soldier go.
"Kelsier was wrong about him," she finally said.
"Who?" Elend asked. "Ham?"
Vin nodded. "At the end—after Kelsier died—we found a last note from him. He said that hed chosen the members of the crew to be leaders in his new government. Breeze t1o be an ambassador, Dockson to be a bureaucrat, and Ham to be a general. The other two fit their roles perfectly, but Ham . . . "
"He gets too involved," Elend said. "He has to know each man he commands personally or it makes him uncomfortable. And, when he knows them all that well, he grows attached. "
Vin nodded quietly, watching Ham begin to laugh and work with the soldiers.
"Listen to us," Elend said, "callously talking about the lives of those who follow us. Perhaps it would be better to grow attached, like Ham. Maybe then I wouldnt be so quick to order people to their deaths. "
Vin glanced at Elend, concerned at the bitterness in his voice. He smiled, trying to cover it up, then glanced away. "You need to do something with that koloss of yours. Hes been poking around the camp, scaring the men. "
Vin frowned. As soon as she thought of the creature, she became aware of where it was—near the edge of the camp. It was always under her command, but she could only take direct, full control of it when she concentrated. Otherwise, it would follow her general orders—staying in the area, not killing anything.
"I should go make sure the barges are ready to move," Elend said. He glanced at her, and when she didnt indicate that shed go with him, he gave her a quick kiss, then departed.
Vin moved through the camp again. Most of the tents were down and stowed, and the soldiers were making quick work of their food. She passed out of the perimeter, and found Human sitting quietly, ash drifting slightly against his legs. He watched the camp with red eyes, his face broken by the ripped skin which hung from his right eye down to the corner of his mouth.
"Human," she said, folding her arms.
He looked over at her, then stood, ash falling from his eleven-foot, overly muscled blue figure. Even with the number of creatures shed killed, even knowing she controlled this one completely, Vin had a moment of reflexive fear as she stood before the massive beast with its tightly stretched skin and bleeding rips.
"Why did you come to camp?" she said, shaking off her panic.
"I am human," he said with his slow, deliberate tone.
"Youre koloss," she said. "You know that. "
"I should have a house," Human said. "Like those. "
"Those are tents, not houses," Vin said. "You cant come to camp like this. You have to stay with the other koloss. "
Human turned, glancing toward the south, where the koloss army waited, separate from the humans. They remained under Elends control, twenty thousand in number, now that theyd picked up the ten thousand that had been waiting with the main bulk of the army. It made more sense to leave them under Elends control, since—in terms of raw power—he was a much stronger Allomancer than Vin.
Human looked back at Vin. "Why?"
"Why do you have to stay with the others?" Vin asked. "Because you make the people in the camp uncomfortable. "
"Then they should attack me," Human said.
"Thats why youre not a human," Vin said. "We dont attack people just because they make us uncomfortable. "
"No," Human said. "You make us kill them instead. "
Vin paused, c1ocking her head. Human, however, just looked away, staring at the human camp again. His beady red eyes made his face hard to read, but Vin almost sensed a . . . longing in his expression.
"Youre one of us," Human said.
Vin looked up. "Me?"
"Youre like us," he said. "Not like them. "
"Why do you say that?" Vin asked.
Human looked down at her. "Mist," he said.
Vin felt a momentary chill, though she had no real idea why. "What do you mean?"
Human didnt respond.
"Human," she said, trying another tactic. "What do you think of the mists?"
"They come at night. "
Vin nodded. "Yes, but what do you think of them. Your people. Do they fear the mists? Does it ever kill them?"
"Swords kill," Human said. "Rain doesnt kill. Ash doesnt kill. Mist doesnt kill. "
Fairly good logic, Vin thought. A year ago, I would have agreed with it. She was about to give up on the line of reasoning, but Human continued.
"I hate it," he said.
Vin paused.
"I hate it because it hates me," Human said. He looked at her. "You feel it. "
"Yes," Vin said, surprising herself. "I do. "
Human regarded her, a line of blood trailing out of the ripped skin near his eye, running stark down his blue skin, mixing with flakes of ash. Finally, he nodded, as if giving approval to her honest reply.
Vin shivered. The mist isnt alive, she thought. It cant hate me. Im imagining things.
But . . . once, years ago, she had drawn upon the mists. When fighting the Lord Ruler, she had somehow gained a power over them. It had been as if shed used the mist itself to fuel her Allomancy instead of metals. It was only with that power that shed been able to defeat the Lord Ruler.
That had been a long time ago, and shed never been able to replicate the event. Shed tried time and again over the years, and after so many failures, she was beginning to think that she must have been mistaken. Certainly, in more recent times, the mists had been unfriendly. She tried to keep telling herself that there was nothing supernatural about it, but she knew that wasnt true. What of the mist spirit, the thing that had tried to kill Elend—and then had saved him by showing her how to make him into an Allomancer? It was real, of that she was certain, even if she hadnt seen it in over a year.
What of the hesitance she felt toward the mists, the way they pulled away from her? The way they stayed out of buildings, and the way they killed. It all seemed to point to what Human had said. The mists—the Deepness—hated her. And, finally, she acknowledged what she had been resisting for so long.
The mists were her enemy.
They are called Allomantic savants. Men or women who flare their metals so long, and so hard, that the constant influx of Allomantic power transforms their very physiology.
In most cases, with most metals, the effects of this are very slight. Bronze burners, for instance, often become bronze savants withou1t knowing it. Their range is expanded from burning the metal so long. Becoming a pewter savant is dangerous, as it requires pushing the body so hard in a state where one cannot feel exhaustion or pain. Most accidentally kill themselves before the process is complete, and in my opinion, the benefit isnt worth the effort.
Tin savants, however . . . now, they are something special. Endowed with senses beyond what any normal Allomancer would need—or even want—they become slaves to what they touch, hear, see, smell, and taste. Yet, the abnormal power of these senses gives them a distinct, and interesting, advantage.
One could argue that, like an Inquisitor who has been transformed by a Hemalurgic spike, the Allomantic savant is no longer even human.
16
SPOOK AWOKE TO DARKNESS.
That was happening less and less frequently lately. He could feel the blindfold on his face, tied tightly across his eyes and over his ears. It dug into his overly sensitive skin, but it was far better than the alternative. Starlight was as bright as the sun to his eyes, and footsteps in the hallway outside his room could sound like thunderclaps. Even with the thick cloth, even with his ears plugged with wax, even with the shutters drawn tight and hung with a cloth, it was sometimes hard for him to sleep.
The muffling was dangerous. It left him vulnerable. And yet, lack of sleep would be even more dangerous. Perhaps the things hed done to his body by burning tin would kill him. Yet, the more time he spent among the people of Urteau, the more he felt they were going to need his help to survive the dangers that were coming. He needed an edge. He worried that hed made the wrong decision, but at least hed made a decision. He would continue as he had, and hope that it was enough.
He groaned quietly, sitting up, taking off the cloth and pulling the wax from his ears. The room was dark, but even the faint light creeping through the shutters—their gaps stuffed with cloth—was enough for him to see by.
Tin flared comfortably in his stomach. His reserve was nearly gone, burned away during the night. His body now used it as instinctively as it drew breath or blinked. He had heard that Thugs could burn pewter to heal their bodies even if they were unconscious from their wounds. The body understood what it needed.
He reached into a small pail beside his bed, pulling out a small handful of tin dust. Hed brought a lot with him from Luthadel, and augmented this by buying more through the underground. Fortunately, tin was relatively cheap. He dumped his handful into a mug on his nightstand, then moved to the door. The room was small and cramped, but he didnt have to share it with anyone. That made it lavish by skaa standards.
He squeezed his eyes shut, then pulled open the door. The luminosity of a sunlit hallway crashed against him. He gritted his teeth against the light, intense despite his shut eyelids, and felt about on the ground. He found the jug of fresh water—drawn from the well for him by the inns servants—and pulled it inside, then shut the door.