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"You can control them. "
"Jastes thought he could control them too," Elend said. "I dont want to turn those creatures loose, Vin. But what if the siege fails, and I have to try and break Yomens fortifications? I wont be able to do that without the koloss. " He shook his head. "If only I could talk to Yomen. Perhaps I could make him see reason, or at least convince myself that he needs to fall. "
Vin paused. "There . . . might be a way. "
Elend glanced over, catching her eyes.
"Theyre still staging balls inside the city," Vin said. "And King Yomen attends every one. "
Elend blinked. At first, he assumed that he must have misunderstood her. However, the look in her eyes—that wild determination—persuaded him otherwise. Sometimes, he saw a touch of the Survivor in her; or, at least, of the man the stories claimed Kelsier had been. Bold to the point of recklessness. Brave and brash. Hed rubbed off on Vin more than she liked to admit.
"Vin," he said flatly, "did you just suggest that we attend a ball being held in the middle of a city were besieging?"
Vin shrugged. "Sure. Why not? Were both Mistborn—we can get into that city without much trouble at all. "
"Yes, but . . . " He trailed off.
Id have a room filled with the very nobility Im hoping to intimidate—not to mention have access to the man who refuses to meet with me, in a situation where hed have trouble running away without looking like a coward.
"You think its a good idea," Vin said, smiling impishly.
"Its a crazy idea," Elend said. "Im emperor—I shouldnt be sneaking into the enemy city so I can go to a party. "
Vin narrowed her eyes, staring at him.
"I will admit, however," Elend said, "that the concept does have considerable charm. "
"Yomen wont come meet us," Vin said, "so we go in and crash his party. "
"Its been a while since Ive been to a ball," Elend said speculatively. "Ill have to dig up some good reading material for old times sake. "
Suddenly, Vin grew1 pale. Elend paused, glancing at her, sensing that something was wrong. Not with what hed said, something else. What is it? Assassins? Mist spirits? Koloss?
"I just realized something," Vin said, looking at him with those intense eyes of hers. "I cant go to a ball—I didnt bring a gown!"
The Lord Ruler didnt just forbid certain technologies, he suppressed technological advancement completely. It seems odd now that during the entirety of his thousand-year reign, very little progress was made. Farming techniques, architectural methods—even fashion remained remarkably stable during the Lord Rulers reign.
He constructed his perfect empire, then tried to make it stay that way. For the most part, he was successful. Pocket watches—another Khlenni appropriation—that were made in the tenth century of the empire were nearly identical to those made during the first. Everything stayed the same.
Until it all collapsed, of course.
29
LIKE MOST CITIES IN THE FINAL EMPIRE, Urteau had been forbidden a city wall. In the early days of Sazeds life, before hed rebelled, the fact that cities couldnt build fortifications had always seemed a subtle indication to him of the Lord Rulers vulnerability. After all, if the Lord Ruler was worried about rebellions and cities that could stand against him, then perhaps he knew something that nobody else did: that he could be defeated.
Thoughts like those had led Sazed to Mare, and finally to Kelsier. And now, they led him to the city of Urteau—a city that finally had rebelled against noble leadership. Unfortunately, it lumped Elend Venture in with all the other nobles.
"I dont like this, Master Keeper," Captain Goradel said, walking beside Sazed, who—for the sake of his image—now rode in the carriage with Breeze and Allrianne. After leaving the Terris people behind, Sazed had hurriedly caught up with Breeze and the others, and they were finally entering the city that was their destination.
"Things are supposed to be kind of brutal in there," Goradel continued. "I dont think youll be safe. "
"I doubt its as bad as you think," Sazed said.
"What if they take you captive?" Goradel asked.
"My dear man," Breeze said, leaning forward to look out at Goradel. "Thats why kings send ambassadors. This way, if someone gets captured, the king is still safe. We, my friend, are something Elend can never be: expendable. "
Goradel frowned at that. "I dont feel very expendable. "
Sazed peered out of the carriage, looking at the city through the falling ash. It was large, and was one of the oldest cities in the empire. He noted with interest that as they approached, the road sloped downward, entering an empty canal trough.
"Whats this?" Allrianne asked, sticking her blond head out of the other side of the carriage. "Whyd they build their roads in ditches?"
"Canals, my dear," Breeze said. "The city used to be filled with them. Now theyre empty—an earthquake or something diverted a river. "
"Its creepy," she said, bringing her head back in. "It makes the buildings look twice as tall. "
As they entered the city proper—their tw1o hundred soldiers marching around them in formation—they were met by a delegation of Urteau soldiers in brown uniforms. Sazed had sent word ahead of their coming, of course, and the king—the Citizen, they called him—had given Sazed leave to bring his small contingent of troops into the city.
"They say that their king wants to meet with you immediately, Master Terrisman," Goradel said, walking back to the carriage.
"The man doesnt waste time, does he?" Breeze asked.
"Well go, then," Sazed said, nodding to Goradel.
"You arent wanted here. "
Quellion, the Citizen, was a short-haired man with rough skin and an almost military bearing. Sazed wondered where the man—apparently a simple farmer before the Collapse—had gained such leadership skills.
"I realize that you have no desire to see foreign soldiers in your city," Sazed said carefully. "However, you must have realized that we do not come to conquer. Two hundred men is hardly an invading force. "
Quellion stood at his desk, arms clasped behind his back. He wore what appeared to be regular skaa trousers and shirt, though both had been dyed a deep red verging on maroon. His "audience chamber" was a large conference room in what had once been a noblemans house. The walls had been whitewashed and the chandelier removed. Stripped of its furniture and finery, the room felt like a box.
Sazed, Breeze, and Allrianne sat on hard wooden stools, the only comfort the Citizen had offered them. Goradel stood at the back with ten of his soldiers as a guard.
"It isnt about the soldiers, Terrisman," Quellion said. "Its about the man who sent you. "
"Emperor Venture is a good and reasonable monarch," Sazed said.
Quellion snorted, turning to one of his companions. He had many of these—perhaps twenty—and Sazed assumed they were members of his government. Most wore red, like Quellion, though their clothing hadnt been dyed as deeply.
"Elend Venture," Quellion said, raising a finger, turning back to Sazed, "is a liar and a tyrant. "
"That isnt true. "
"Oh?" Quellion asked. "And how did he gain his throne? By defeating Straff Venture and Ashweather Cett in war?"
"War was—"
"War is often the excuse of tyrants, Terrisman," Quellion said. "My reports said that his Mistborn wife forced the kings to kneel before him that day—forced them to swear their loyalty to him or be slaughtered by his koloss brutes. Does that sound like the actions of a good and reasonable man?"
Sazed didnt respond.
Quellion stepped forward, laying both hands palm-down on the top of his desk. "Do you know what weve done to the noblemen in this city, Terrisman?"
"Youve killed them," Sazed said quietly.
"Just as the Survivor ordered," Quellion said. "You claim to have been his companion, before the
fall. Yet, you serve one of the very noble houses he sought to overthrow. Doesnt that strike you as inconsistent, Terrisman?"
"Lord Kelsier accomplished his purpose in the death of the Lord Ruler," Sazed said. "Once that was achieved, peace—"
"Peace?" Quellion asked. "Tell me, Terrisman. Did you1 ever hear the Survivor speak of peace?"
Sazed hesitated. "No," he admitted.
Quellion snorted. "At least youre honest. The only reason Im talking to you is because Venture was clever enough to send a Terrisman. If hed sent a nobleman, I would have killed the cur and sent his blackened skull back as an answer. "
The room fell silent. Tense. After a few moments of waiting, Quellion turned his back on Sazed, facing his companions. "You sense that?" he asked his men. "Can you feel yourselves begin to feel ashamed? Look at your emotions—do you suddenly feel a fellowship with these servants of a liar?"
He turned back, glancing at Breeze. "Ive warned you all of Allomancy, the black tool of the nobility. Well, now you get to feel it. That man—sitting beside our distinguished Terrisman—is known as Breeze. Hes one of the worlds most vile men. A Soother of no small skill. "
Quellion turned to address Breeze. "Tell me, Soother. How many friends have your magics made for you? How many enemies have you forced to kill themselves? That pretty girl beside you—did you use your arts to hex her into your bed?"
Breeze smiled, raising his cup of wine. "My dear man, you have, of course, found me out. However, instead of congratulating yourself for noticing my touch, perhaps you should ask yourself why I manipulated you into saying what you just did. "
Quellion paused—though, of course, Breeze was bluffing. Sazed sighed. An indignant reaction would have been far more appropriate—but, then, that wasnt Breezes way. Now the Citizen would spend the rest of the meeting wondering if his words were being guided by Breeze.
"Master Quellion," Sazed said, "these are dangerous times. Surely you have noticed that. "
"We can protect ourselves well enough," Quellion said.
"Im not speaking of armies or bandits, Citizen. Im speaking of mists and ash. Have you noticed that the mists are lingering longer and longer during the daylight hours? Have you noticed them doing strange things to your people, causing the deaths of some who go out?"
Quellion did not contradict him or call his words foolish. That told Sazed enough. People had died in this city.
"The ash falls perpetually, Citizen," Sazed said. "The mists are deadly, and the koloss run free. This would be a very good time to have powerful alliances. In the Central Dominance, we can grow better crops, for we get more sunlight. Emperor Venture has discovered a method of controlling the koloss. Whatever is to come in the next few years, it would be very advantageous to be Emperor Ventures friend. "
Quellion shook his head, as if in resignation. He turned to his companions again. "You see—just as I told you. First, he tells us he comes in peace, then he moves on to threats. Venture controls the koloss. Venture controls the food. Next hell be saying that Venture controls the mists!" Quellion turned back to Sazed. "We dont have any use for threats here, Terrisman. We arent worried about our future. "