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"Very well," Elend said. "Ill have Vin do it tonight—and Ill have her leave a message written on the wells saying what weve done. "
"What good will that do?" Cett asked, frowning.
"I dont want to kill the people, Cett," Elend said, "I want to worry them. This way, theyll go to Yomen for water. With the entire city making demands, he should go through the water supply in his storage cache pretty quickly. "
Cett grunted. He seemed pleased, however, that Elend had taken his suggestion. "And the surrounding villages?"
"Feel free to bully them," Elend said. "Organize a force of ten thousand, and send them out to harass—but not kill. I want Yomens spies in the area to send him worried notes about his kingdom collapsing. "
"Youre trying to play this halfway, lad," Cett said. "Eventually, youll have to choose. If Yomen doesnt surrender, youll have to attack. "
Elend reined in his horse outside the command tent. "I know," he said softly.
Cett snorted, but he fell silent as servants came out of the tent to unstrap him from the saddle. As they started, however, the earth began to tremble. Elend cursed, struggling to maintain control of his horse as it grew skittish. The shaking rattled tents, knocking poles free and collapsing a couple of them, and Elend heard the clang of metal as cups, swords, and other items were knocked to the ground. Eventually, the rumbling subsided, and he glanced to the side, checking on Cett. The man had managed to keep control of his mount, though one of his useless legs swung free from the saddle, and he looked as if he was about to fall off. His servants rushed to his side to help.
"Damn things are growing more and more frequent," Cett said.
Elend calmed his horse, which stood puffing in the mists. Around the camp, men cursed and yelled, dealing with the aftermath of the earthquake. They were indeed growing more frequent; the last one had only been a few weeks before. Earthquakes werent supposed to be common in the Final Empire—during his youth, hed never heard of one happening in the inner dominances.
He 1sighed, climbing from his horse and handing the beast off to an aide, then followed Cett into the command tent. The servants sat Cett in a chair, then retreated, leaving the two of them alone. Cett glanced up at Elend, looking troubled. "Did that fool Ham tell you about the news from Luthadel?"
"Or the lack of it?" Elend asked, sighing. "Yes. " Not a peep had come from the capital city, let alone the supplies Elend had ordered brought down the canal.
"We dont have that much time, Elend," Cett said quietly. "A few months, at most. Time enough to weaken Yomens resolve, perhaps make his people get so thirsty that they begin to look forward to invasion. But, if we dont get resupplied, theres no way well be able to maintain this siege. "
Elend glanced at the older man. Cett sat in his chair with an arrogant expression, looking back at Elend, meeting his eyes. So much about what the crippled man did was about posturing—Cett had lost the use of his legs to disease long ago, and he couldnt intimidate people physically. So, he had to find other ways to make himself threatening.
Cett knew how to hit where it hurt. He could pick at the very faults that bothered people and exploit their virtues in ways that Elend had rarely seen even accomplished Soothers manage. And he did all this while covering up a heart that Elend suspected was far softer than Cett would ever admit.
He seemed particularly on edge this day. As if worried about something. Something important to him—something hed been forced to leave behind, perhaps?
"Shell be all right, Cett," Elend said. "Nothing will happen to Allrianne while shes with Sazed and Breeze. "
Cett snorted, waving an indifferent hand—though he did look away. "Im better off without the damn fool of a girl around. Let that Soother have her, I say! Anyway, were not talking about me, were talking about you and this siege!"
"Your points have been noted, Cett," Elend said. "We will attack if I deem it necessary. " As he spoke, the tent flaps parted, and Ham sauntered in, accompanied by a figure Elend hadnt seen in several weeks—at least not out of bed.
"Demoux!" Elend said, approaching the general. "Youre up and about!"
"Barely, Your Majesty," Demoux said. He did still look pale. "However, I have recovered enough strength to move around a bit. "
"The others?" Elend asked.
Ham nodded. "Mostly up and about as well. Demoux is among the last batch. A few more days, and the army will be back to full strength. "
Minus those who died, Elend thought.
Cett eyed Demoux. "Most of the men recovered weeks ago. A bit weaker in the constitution than one might expect, eh, Demoux? Thats what Ive been hearing, at least. "
Demoux blushed.
Elend frowned at this. "What?"
"It is nothing, Your Majesty," Demoux said.
"Its never nothing in my camp, Demoux," Elend said. "What am I missing?"
Ham sighed, pulling over a chair. He sat on it backward, resting his muscular arms across its back. "Its just a rumor moving through the camp, El. "
"Soldiers," Cett said. "Theyre all the same—superstitious as housewives. "
Ham nodded. "Some1 of them have gotten it into their heads that the men who got sick from the mists were being punished. "
"Punished?" Elend asked. "For what?"
"Lack of faith, Your Majesty," Demoux said.
"Nonsense," Elend said. "We all know that the mists struck randomly. "
The others shared looks, and Elend had to pause and reconsider. No. The strikes werent random—at least, the statistics surrounding them werent. "Regardless," he said, deciding to change the subject, "what are your daily reports?"
The three men took turns talking about their various duties in the bivouac. Ham saw to morale and training, Demoux to supplies and camp duties, Cett to tactics and patrols. Elend stood with hands clasped behind his back, listening to the reports, but only with half an ear. They werent much different from the previous day, though it was good to see Demoux back at his duties. He was far more efficient than his assistants.
As they talked, Elends mind wandered. The siege was going fairly well, but a part of him—the part trained by Cett and Tindwyl—chafed at the waiting game. He might just be able to take the city straight out. He had koloss, and all accounts said that his troops were far more experienced than those inside of Fadrex. The rock formations would provide cover for the defenders, but Elend wasnt in so bad a position that he couldnt win.
But doing so would cost many, many lives.
That was the step he balked at—the last step that would take him from defender to aggressor. From protector to conqueror. And he was frustrated at his own hesitation.
There was another reason going into the city had been bad for Elend. It had been better for Elend to think of Yomen as an evil tyrant, a corrupt obligator loyal to the Lord Ruler. Now, unfortunately, he knew Yomen to be a reasonable man. And one with very good arguments. In a way, his indictment of Elend was true. Elend was a hypocrite. He spoke of democracy, yet he had taken his throne by force.
It was what the people had needed from him, he believed. But it did make him a hypocrite. Still, by that same logic, he knew he should send Vin to assassinate Yomen. But, could Elend order the death of a man who had done nothing wrong besides getting in his way?
Assassinating the obligator seemed as twisted an action as sending his koloss to attack the city. Cett is right, Elend thought. Im trying to play both sides on this one. For a moment, while talking to Telden during the ball, he had felt so sure of himself. And, in truth, he still believed what hed claimed. Elend wasnt the Lord Ruler. He did give his people more freedom and more justice.
However, he realized that this siege could tip the balance between who he was and who he feared he would become. Could he really justify invading Fadrex, slaughtering its armies and pillaging its resources, all ostensibly in the name of protecting the people of the empire? Could he da
re do the opposite: back away from Fadrex, and leave the secrets in that cavern—the secrets that could potentially save the entire empire—to a man who still thought the Lord Ruler would return to save his people?
He wasnt ready to decide. For now, he was determined to exhaust every other option. Anything that would keep him from needing to invade the city. That included besieging the city to make Yomen more pliant. That also included sneaking Vin into the storage cavern. Her reports indicated that the building was very h1eavily guarded. She wasnt certain if she could get into it on an ordinary night. However, during a ball, defenses might be more porous. It would be the perfect time to try to get a glimpse at what was hidden in that cavern.
Assuming Yomen hasnt simply removed the Lord Rulers last inscription, Elend thought. Or that there was even something there in the first place.
Yet, there was a chance. The Lord Rulers final message, the last bit of help he had left for his people. If Elend could find a way to get that help without breaking his way into the city, killing thousands, he would take it.
Eventually, the men finished with their reports, and Elend dismissed them. Ham went quickly, wanting to get in on a morning sparring session. Cett was gone a few moments later, carried back to his own tent. Demoux, however, lingered. It was sometimes hard to remember just how young Demoux was—barely older than Elend himself. The balding scalp and numerous scars made the man look much older than he was, as did the still-visible effects of his extended illness.
Demoux was hesitant about something. Elend waited, and finally the man dropped his eyes, looking embarrassed. "Your Majesty," he said, "I feel that I must ask to be released from my post as general. "
"And why do you say that?" Elend asked carefully.
"I dont think Im worthy of the position anymore. "
Elend frowned.
"Only a man trusted by the Survivor should command in this army, my lord," Demoux said.
"Im sure that he does trust you, Demoux. "
Demoux shook his head. "Then why did he give me the sickness? Why pick me, of all the men in the army?"
"Ive told you, it was random luck, Demoux. "
"My lord," Demoux said, "I hate to disagree, but we both know that isnt true. After all, you were the one who pointed out that those who fell sick did so at Kelsiers will. "
Elend paused. "I did?"
Demoux nodded. "On that morning when we exposed our army to the mists, you shouted out for them to remember that Kelsier is the Lord of the Mists, and that the sickness must—therefore—be his will. I think you were right. The Survivor is Lord of the Mists. He proclaimed it so himself, during the nights before he died. Hes behind the sickness, my lord. I know he is. He saw those who lacked faith, and he cursed them. "
"That isnt what I meant, Demoux," Elend said. "I was implying that Kelsier wanted us to suffer this setback, but not that he was targeting specific individuals. "
"Either way, my lord, you said the words. "
Elend waved his hand dismissively.