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He let Yomen go, pushing the king back toward his dining table. Elend shook his head—that was one mystery that was—
Yomen jumped forward, pulling out a glass knife, slashing. Elend started, du1cking backward, but the knife hit, slicing a gash in his forearm. The cut blazed with pain, enhanced by Elends tin, and Elend cursed, stumbling away.
Yomen struck again, and Elend should have been able to dodge. He had pewter, and Yomen was still moving with the clumsiness of an unenhanced man. Yet, the attack moved with Elend, somehow managing to take him in the side. Elend grunted, blood hot on his skin, and he looked into Yomens eyes. The king pulled the knife free, easily dodging Elends counterstrike. It was almost like . . .
Elend burned electrum, giving himself a bubble of false atium images. Yomen hesitated immediately, looking confused.
Hes burning atium, Elend thought with shock. That means he is Mistborn!
Part of Elend wanted to stay and fight, but the cut in his side was bad—bad enough that he knew he needed to get it taken care of soon. Cursing his own stupidity, he Pushed himself into the air, dropping blood on the terrified nobility clustered below. He should have listened to Vin—he was going to get a serious lecture when he got back to camp.
He landed, and noted that Yomen had chosen not to follow. The obligator king stood behind his table, holding a knife red with Elends blood, watching with anger.
Elend turned, throwing up a handful of coins and Pushing them into the air above the heads of the ballgoers—careful not to hit any of them. They cowered in fear, throwing themselves to the ground. Once the coins landed, Elend Pushed off of them to send himself in a short, low jump through the room and toward the exit Vin had indicated. Soon, he entered an outdoor patio cloaked with mist.
He glanced back at the building, feeling frustrated, though he didnt know why. He had done his part—hed kept Yomen and his guests distracted for a good half hour. True, hed gotten himself wounded, but he had discovered that Yomen was an Allomancer. That was worth knowing.
He dropped a coin and shot himself into the air.
Three hours later, Elend sat in the command tent with Ham, waiting quietly.
He got his side and arm patched. Vin didnt arrive.
He told the others about what had happened. Vin didnt arrive.
Ham forced him to get something to eat. Elend paced for an hour after that, and still Vin did not return.
"Im going back," Elend said, standing.
Ham looked up. "El, you lost a lot of blood. Id guess that only pewter is keeping you on your feet. "
It was true. Elend could feel the edges of fatigue beneath his veil of pewter. "I can handle it. "
"Youll kill yourself that way," Ham said.
"I dont care. I—" Elend cut off as his tin-enhanced ears heard someone approaching the tent. He pulled back the flaps before the man even arrived, startling him.
"My lord!" the man said. "Message from the city. "
Elend snatched the letter, ripping it open.
Pretender Venture, the note said, I have her, as you have probably guessed. Theres one thing Ive always noted about Mistborn. To a man, they are overconfident. Thank you for the stimulating conversation. Im glad I was able to keep you distracted for so long.
King Yomen.
Vin sat quietly in the dark cavern. Her back rested against the stone block that was the door to her prison. Beside her, on the rock floor, sat the dwindling lantern shed brought into the massive room.
Shed Pushed and shed Pulled, trying to force her way out. However, shed soon realized that the broken stones shed seen on the outside—the work project shed assumed had been used to open the door—had actually had a different purpose. Yomen had apparently removed the metal plates inside the door, the ones that an Allomancer could Push or Pull on to open it. That left the door as simply a stone block. With duralumin-enhanced pewter, she should have been able to push even that open. Unfortunately, she found it difficult to get leverage on the floor, which sloped down away from the block. In addition, they must have done something to the hinges—or perhaps even piled up more rock against the other side—for she couldnt get the door to budge.
She ground her teeth in frustration, sitting with her back to the stone door. Yomen had set an intentional trap for her. Had she and Elend been that predictable? Regardless, it was a brilliant move. Yomen knew he couldnt fight them. So, instead, hed simply captured Vin. It had the same effect, but without any of the risks. And shed fallen right into the trap.
Shed searched the entire room, trying to find a way out, but had come up with nothing. Even worse, shed located no hidden stock of atium. It was hard to tell with all the cans of food and other sources of metal, but her initial search hadnt been promising.
"Of course it wont be in here," she muttered to herself. "Yomen wouldnt have had time to pull out all of these cans, but if he were planning to trap me, he certainly would have removed the atium. Im such an idiot!"
She leaned back, annoyed, frustrated, exhausted.
I hope Elend did what I said, Vin thought. If he had gotten captured too . . .
Vin knocked her head back against the obstinate stones, frustrated.
Something sounded in the darkness.
Vin froze, then quickly scrambled up into a crouch. She checked her metal reserves—she had plenty, for the moment.
Im probably just—
It came again. A soft footfall. Vin shivered, realizing that she had only cursorily checked the chamber, and then shed been searching for atium and other ways out. Could someone have been hiding inside the entire time?
She burned bronze, and felt him. An Allomancer. Mistborn. The one she had felt before; the man she had chased.
So thats it! she thought. Yomen did want his Mistborn to fight us—but he knew he had to separate us first! She smiled, standing. It wasnt a perfect situation, but it was better than thinking about the immobile door. A Mistborn she could beat, then hold hostage until they released her.
She waited until the man was close—she could tell by the beating of the Allomantic pulses that she hoped he didnt know she could feel—then spun, kicking her lantern toward him. She jumped forward, guiding herself toward her enemy, who stood outlined by the lanterns last flickers. He looked up at her as she soared through the air, her daggers out.
And she recognized his face.
Reen.
PART FOUR
BEAUTIFUL DESTROYER
A man with a given power—such as an Allomantic ability—who then gained a Hemalurgic spike granting that same power would be nearly twice as strong as a natural unenhanced Allomancer.
An Inquisitor who was a Seeker before his transformation would therefore have an enhanced ability to use bronze. This simple fact explains how many Inquisitors were able to pierce copperclouds.
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VIN LANDED, ABORTING HER ATTACK, but still tense, eyes narrow with suspicion. Reen was backlit by the fitful lantern-light, looking much as she remembered. The four years had changed him, of course—he was taller, broader of build—but he had the same hard face, unrelieved by humor. His posture was familiar to her; during her childhood, he had often stood as he did now, arms folded in disapproval.
It all returned to her. Things she thought shed banished into the dark, quarantined parts of her mind: blows from Reens hand, harsh criticism from his tongue, furtive moves from city to city.
And yet, tempering these memories was an insight. She was no longer the young girl who had borne her beatings in confused silence. Looking back, she could see the fear Reen had shown in the things he had done. Hed been terrified that his half-breed Allomancer of a sister would be discovered and slaughtered by the Steel Inquisitors. Hed beaten her when she made herself stand out. Hed yelled at her when she was too competent. Hed moved her when hed feared that the Canton of Inquisition had caught their trail.
Reen had died protecting her. He had taught her paranoia and d
istrust out of a twisted sense of duty, for hed believed that was the only way she would survive on the streets of the Final Empire. And, shed stayed with him, enduring the treatment. Inside—not even buried all that deeply—shed known something very important. Reen had loved her.
She looked up and met the eyes of the man standing in the cavern. Then, she slowly shook her head. No, she thought. It looks like him, but those eyes are not his.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"Im your brother," the creature said, frowning. "Its only been a few years, Vin. Youve grown brash—I thought Id taught you better than that. "
He certainly has the mannerisms down, Vin thought, walking forward warily. How did he learn them? Nobody thought that Reen was of any importance during his life. They wouldnt have known to study him.
"Where did you get his bones?" Vin asked, circling the creature. The cavern floor was rough and lined with burgeoning shelves. Darkness extended in all directions. "And how did you get the face so perfect? I thought kandra had to digest a body to make a good copy. "
He had to be a kandra, after all. How else would someone manage such a perfect imitation? The creature turned, regarding her with a confused expression. "What is this nonsense? Vin, I realize that were not exactly the type to reunite with a fond embrace, but I did at least expect you to recognize me. "
Vin ignored the complaints. Reen, then Breeze, had taught her too well. Shed know Reen if she saw him. "I need information," she said. "About one of your kind. He is calle1d TenSoon, and he returned to your Homeland a year ago. He said he was going to be put on trial. Do you know what happened to him? I would like to contact him, if possible. "
"Vin," the false Reen said firmly, "I am not a kandra. "
Well see about that, Vin thought, reaching out with zinc and hitting the impostor with a duralumin-fueled blast of emotional Allomancy.
He didnt even stumble. Such an attack would have put a kandra under Vins control, just as it did with koloss. Vin wavered. It was growing difficult to see the impostor in the waning lantern-light, even with tin enhancing her eyes.
The failed emotional Allomancy meant that he wasnt a kandra. But he wasnt Reen either. There seemed only one logical course to follow.
She attacked.
Whoever the impostor was, he knew her well enough to anticipate this move. Though he exclaimed in mock surprise, he immediately jumped back, getting out of her reach. He moved on light feet—light enough that Vin was reasonably certain he was burning pewter. In fact, she could still feel the Allomantic pulses coming from him, though for some reason it was hard for her to pin down exactly which metals he was burning.
Either way, the Allomancy was an additional confirmation of her suspicions. Reen had not been an Allomancer. True, he could have Snapped during their time apart, but she didnt think he had any noble blood to impart him an Allomantic heritage. Vin had gotten her powers from her father, the parent she and Reen had not shared.
She attacked experimentally, testing this impostors skill. He stayed out of her reach, watching carefully as she alternately prowled and attacked. She tried to corner him against the shelves, but he was too careful to be caught.
"This is pointless," the impostor said, jumping away from her again.
No coins, Vin thought. He doesnt use coins to jump.