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"ARE YOU SURE IT WAS THE MIST SPIRIT?" Elend asked, frowning, a half-finished letter—scribed into a steel foil sheet—sitting on his desk before him. Hed decided to sleep in his cabin aboard the narrowboat, rather than in a tent. Not only was it more comfortable, he felt more secure with walls around him, as opposed to canvas.
Vin sighed, sitting down on their bed, pulling her legs up and setting her chin on her knees. "I dont know. I kind of got spooked, so I fled. "
"Good thing," Elend said, shivering as he remembered what the mist spirit had done to him.
"Sazed was convinced that the mist spirit wasnt evil," Vin said.
"So was I," Elend said. "If youll remember, Im the one who walked right up to it, telling you that 1I felt it was friendly. That was right about the time it stabbed me. "
Vin shook her head. "It was trying to keep me from releasing Ruin. It thought that if you were dying, I would take the power for myself and heal you, rather than giving it up. "
"You dont know its intentions for certain, Vin. You could be connecting coincidences in your mind. "
"Perhaps. However, it led Sazed to discover that Ruin was altering text. "
That much, at least, was true—if, indeed, Sazeds account of the matter could be trusted. The Terrisman had been a little bit . . . inconsistent since Tindwyl had died. No, Elend told himself, feeling an instant stab of guilt. No, Sazed is trustworthy. He might be struggling with his faith, but he is still twice as reliable as the rest of us.
"Oh, Elend," Vin said softly. "Theres so much we dont know. Lately, I feel like my life is a book written in a language I dont know how to read. The mist spirit is related to all this, but I cant even begin to fathom how. "
"Its probably on our side," Elend said, though it was hard not to keep flashing back to memories of how it had felt to be stabbed, to feel his life fading away. To die, knowing what it would do to Vin.
He forced himself back to the conversation at hand. "You think the mist spirit tried to keep you from releasing Ruin, and Sazed says it gave him important information. That makes it the enemy of our enemy. "
"For the moment," Vin said. "But, the mist spirit is much weaker than Ruin. Ive felt them both. Ruin was . . . vast. Powerful. It can hear whatever we say—can see all places at once. The mist spirit is far fainter. More like a memory than a real force or power. "
"Do you still think it hates you?"
Vin shrugged. "I havent seen it in over a year. Yet, Im pretty sure that it isnt the sort of thing that changes, and I always felt hatred and animosity from it. " She paused, frowning. "That was the beginning. That night when I first saw the mist spirit was when I began to sense that the mists were no longer my home. "
"Are you sure the spirit isnt what kills people and makes them sick?"
Vin nodded. "Yes, Im sure. " She was adamant about this, though Elend felt she was a bit quick to judge. Something ghost-like, moving about in the mists? It seemed like just the kind of thing that would be related to people dying suddenly in those same mists.
Of course, the people who died in the mists didnt die of stabbings, but of a shaking disease. Elend sighed, rubbing his eyes. His unfinished letter to Lord Yomen sat on his desk—hed have to get back to it in the morning.
"Elend," Vin said. "Tonight, I told someone that Id stop the ash from falling and turn the sun yellow. "
Elend raised an eyebrow. "That informant you spoke of?"
Vin nodded. The two sat in silence.
"I never expected you to admit something like that," he finally said.
"Im the Hero of Ages, arent I? Even Sazed said so, before he started to go strange. Its my destiny. "
"The same destiny that said you would take up the power of the Well of Ascension, then release it for the greater good of mankind?"
Vin nodded.
"Vin," Elend said with a smile, "I really dont think destiny is the sort of thing we need to worry about right now. I mean, we have proof that the prophecies were twisted by Ruin in order to trick people into freeing him. "
"Someone has to worry about the ash," Vin said.
There wasnt much he could say to that. The logical side of him wanted to argue, claiming that they should focus on the things they could do—making a stable government, uncovering the secrets left by the Lord Ruler, securing the supplies in the caches. Yet, the constant ashfall seemed to be growing even denser. If that continued, it wouldnt be long before the sky was nothing more than a solid black storm of ash.
It just seemed so difficult to think that Vin—his wife—could do anything about the color of the sun or the falling ash. Demoux is right, he thought, tapping his fingers across the metallic letter to Lord Yomen. Im really not a very good member of the Church of the Survivor.
He looked across the cabin at her, sitting on the bed, expression distant as she thought about things that shouldnt have to be her burden. Even after leaping about all night, even after their days spent traveling, even with her face dirtied by ash, she was beautiful.
At that moment, Elend realized something. Vin didnt need another person worshipping her. She didnt need another faithful believer like Demoux, especially not in Elend. He didnt need to be a good member of the Church of the Survivor. He needed to be a good husband.
"Well, then," he said. "Lets do it. "
"What?" Vin asked.
"Save the world," Elend said. "Stop the ash. "
Vin snorted quietly. "You make it sound like a joke. "
"No, Im serious," he said, standing. "If this is what you feel you must do—what you feel that you are—then lets do it. Ill help however I can. "
"What about your speech before?" Vin said. "In the last storage cavern—you talked about division of labor. Me working on the mists, you working on uniting the empire. "
"I was wrong. "
Vin smiled, and suddenly Elend felt as if the world had been put back together just a bit.
"So," Elend said, sitting on the bed beside her. "What have you got? Any thoughts?"
Vin paused. "Yes," she said. "But I cant tell you. "
Elend frowned.
"Its not that I dont trust you," Vin said. "Its Ruin. In the last storage cavern, I found a second inscription on the plate, down near the bottom. It warned me that anything I speak—or that I write—will be known by our enemy. So, if we talk too much, he will know our plans. "
"That makes it a bit difficult to work on the problem together. "
Vin took his hands. "Elend, do you know why I finally agreed to marry you?"
Elend shook his head.
"Because I realized that you trusted me," Vin said. "Trusted me as nobody ever has before. On that night, when I fought Zane, I decided that I had to give my trust to you. This force thats destroying the world, we have something that it can never understand. I dont necessarily need your help; I need your trust. Your hope. Its something Ive never had of myself, and I rely on yours. "
Elend nodded slowly. "You have it. "
"Thank you. "
"You know," Elend added, "during those days when you refused to marry me, I constantly thought about how strange you were. "
She raised an eyebrow. "Well, thats romantic. "
Elend smiled. "Oh, come on. You have to admit that youre unusual, Vin. Youre like some strange mixture of a noblewoman, a street urchin, and a cat. Plus, youve managed—in our short three years together—to kill not only my god, but my father, my brother, and my fiancée. Thats kind of like a homicidal hat trick. Its a strange foundation for a relationship, wouldnt you say?"
Vin just rolled her eyes.
"Im just glad I dont have any other close relatives," Elend said. Then, he eyed her. "Except for you, of course. "
"Im not about to drown myself, if thats what youre getting at. "
"No," Elend said. "Im sorry. Im just . . . well, you know. A
nyway, I was explaining something. In the end, I stopped worrying about how strange you seemed. I realized that it didnt really matter if I understood you, because I trusted you. Does that make sense? Either way, I guess Im saying that I agree. I dont really know what youre doing, and I dont have any clue how youre going to achieve it. But, well, I trust that youll do it. "
Vin pulled close to him.
"I just wish there were something I could do to help," Elend said.
"Then take the whole numbers part," Vin said, frowning distastefully. Though shed been the one to think something was odd about the percentages of those who fell to the mists, Elend knew that she found numbers troublesome. She didnt have the training, or the practice, to deal with them.
"Youre sure thats even related?" Elend asked.
"You were the one who thought that the percentages were so strange. "
"Good point. All right, Ill work on it. "
"Just dont tell me what you discover," Vin said.
"Well, how is that going to help anything?"
"Trust," Vin said. "You can tell me what to do, just dont tell me why. Maybe we can stay ahead of this thing. "
Stay ahead of it? Elend thought. It has the power to bury the entire empire in ash, and can apparently hear every single word we say. How do we "stay ahead" of something like that? But, he had just promised to trust Vin, so he did so.
Vin pointed at the table. "Is that your letter to Yomen?"
Elend nodded. "Im hoping that hell talk to me, now that Im actually here. "
"Slowswift does seem to think that Yomen is a good man. Maybe hell listen. "
"Somehow, I doubt it," Elend said. He sat softly for a moment, then made a fist, gritting his teeth in frustration. "I told the others that I want to try diplomacy, but I know that Yomen is going to reject my message. Thats why I brought my army in the first place—I could have just sent you to sneak in, like you did in Urteau. However, sneaking in didnt help us much there; we still have to secure the city if we want the supplies.
"We need this city. Even 1if you hadnt felt so driven to discover what was in the cache, I would have come here. The threat Yomen poses to our kingdom is too strong, and the possibility that the Lord Ruler left important information in that cache cant be ignored. Yomen has grain in that storage, but the land here wont get enough sunlight to grow it. So, hell probably feed it to the people—a waste, when we dont have enough to plant and fill the Central Dominance. We have to take this city, or at least make an ally out of it.
"But, what do I do if Yomen wont talk? Send armies to attack nearby villages? Poison the citys supplies? If youre right, then hes found the cache, which means hell have more food than we hoped. Unless we destroy that, he might outlast our siege. But, if I do destroy it, his people will starve . . . " Elend shook his head. "Do you remember when I executed Jastes?"
"That was well within your right," Vin said quickly.
"I believe it was," Elend said. "But I killed him because he led a group of koloss to my city, then let them ravage my people. Ive nearly done the same thing here. There are twenty thousand of the beasts outside. "