The Well of Ascension
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Elends face grew grim, but he did not forbid her. He had learned better than that. Instead, he stood. "Ham, you think this is a good idea?"
Ham nodded. He was a warrior; to him, her gamble would make sense. Shed asked him to stay because shed need someone to carry her back to her bed, should this go wrong.
"All right," Elend said, turning back to Vin, looking resigned.
Vin climbed into the chair, sat back, then took a pinch of the duralumin dust and swallowed it. She closed her eyes, and felt at her Allomantic reserves. The common eight were all there, well stocked. She didnt have any atium or gold, nor did she have either of their alloys. Even if shed had atium, it was too precious to use except in an emergency—and the other three had only marginal usefulness.
A new reserve appeared. Just as one had the four times before. Each time shed burned an aluminum alloy, shed immediately felt a blinding headache. Youd think Id have learned. . . she thought. Gritting her teeth, she reached inside and burned the new alloy.
Nothing happened.
"Have you tried it yet?" Elend asked apprehensively.
Vin nodded slowly. "No headache. But. . . Im not sure if the alloy is doing anything or not. "
"But its burning?" Ham asked.
Vin nodded. She felt the familiar warmth from within, the tiny fire that told her that a metal was burning. She tried moving about a bit, but couldnt distinguish any change to her physical self. Finally she just looked up and shrugged.
Ham frowned. "If it didnt make you sick, then youve found the right alloy. Each metal only has one valid alloy. "
"Or," Vin said, "thats what weve always been told. "
Ham nodded. "What alloy was this?"
"Aluminum and copper," Vin said.
"Interesting," Ham said. "You dont feel anything at all?"
Vin shook her head.
"Youll have to practice some more. "
"Looks like Im lucky," Vin said, extinguishing the duralumin. "Terion came up with forty different alloys he thought we could try, once we had enough aluminum. This was only the fifth. "
"Forty?" Elend asked incredulously. "I wasnt aware that there were so many metals you could make an alloy from!"
"You dont have to have two metals to make an alloy," Vin said absently. "Just one metal and something else. Look at steel—its iron and carbon. "
"Forty. . . " Elend repeated. "And you would have tried them all?"
Vin shrugged. "Seemed like a good place to start. "
Elend looked concerned at that thought, but didnt say anything further. Instead, he turned to Ham. "Anyway, Ham, was there something you wanted to see us about?"
"Nothing important," Ham said. "I just wanted to see if Vin was up for some sparring. That army has me feeling antsy, and I figure Vin could still use some practice with the staff. "
Vin shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"
"You want to come, El?" Ham asked. "Get in some practice?"
Elend laughed. "And face one of you two? Ive got my royal dignity to think of!"
Vin frowned slightly, looking up at him. "You really should practice more, Elend. You barely know how to hold a sword, and youre terrible with a dueling cane. "
"Now, see, why would I worry about that when I have you to protect me?"
Vins concern deepened. "We cant always be around you, Elend. Id worry a lot less if you were better at defending yourself. "
He just smiled and pulled her to her feet. "Ill get to it eventually, I promise. But, not today—Ive got too much to think about right now. How about if I just come watch you two? Perhaps Ill pick up something by observation—which is, by the way, the preferable method of weapons training, since it doesnt involve me getting beaten up by a girl. "
Vin sighed, but didnt press the point further.
I write this record now, pounding it into a metal slab, because I am afraid. Afraid for myself, yes—I admit to being human. If Alendi does return from the Well of Ascension, I am certain that my death will be one of his first objectives. He is not an evil man, but he is a ruthless one. That is, I think, a product of what he has been through.
6
ELEND LEANED DOWN AGAINST THE railing, looking in at the sparring yard. Part of him did wish to go out and practice with Vin and Ham. However, the larger part of him just didnt see the point.
Any assassin likely to come after me will be an Allomancer, he thought. I could train ten years and be no match for one of them.
In the yard itself, Ham took a few swings with his staff, then nodded. Vin stepped up, holding her own staff, which was a good foot taller than she was. Watching the two of them, Elend couldnt help remarking on the disparity. Ham had the firm muscles and powerful build of a warrior. Vin looked even thinner than usual, wearing only a tight buttoned shirt and a pair of trousers, with no cloak to mask her size.
The inequality was enhanced by Hams next words. "Were practicing with the staff, not practicing Pushing and Pulling. Dont use anything but pewter, all right?"
Vin nodded.
It was the way they often sparred. Ham claimed that there was no substitute for training and practice, no matter how powerful an Allomancer one was. He let Vin use pewter, however, because he said the enhanced strength and dexterity was disorienting unless one was accustomed to it.
The sparring field was like a courtyard. Situated in the palace barracks, it had an open-sided hallway built around it. Elend stood in this, roof overhead keeping the red sun out of his eyes. That was nice, for a light ashfall had begun, and occasional flakes of ash floated down from the sky. Elend crossed his arms on the railing. Soldiers passed occasionally in the hallway behind, bustling with activity. Some, however, paused to watch; Vin and Hams sparring sessions were something of a welcome diversion to the palace guards.
I should be working on my proposal, Elend thought. Not standing here watching Vin fight.
But. . . the tension of the last few days had been so pressing that he was finding it difficult to get up the motivation to do yet another read-through of the speech. What he really needed was to just spend a few moments thinking.
So, he simply watched. Vin approached Ham warily, staff held in a firm, two-handed stance. Once, Elend probably would have found trousers and shirt on a lady to be inappropriate, but hed been around Vin too long to still be bothered by that. Ball gowns and dresses were beautiful—but there was something right about Vin in simple garb. She wore it more comfortably.
Besides, he kind of liked how the tight clothing looked on her.
Vin usually let others strike first, and this day was no exception. Staves rapped as Ham engaged her, and despite her size, Vin held her own. After a quick exchange, they both backed away, circling warily.
"My moneys on the girl. "
Elend turned as he noticed a form limping down the hallway toward him. Clubs stepped up beside Elend, setting a ten-boxing coin down on the railing with a snap. Elend smiled to the general, and Clubs scowled back—which was generally accepted as Clubss version of a smile. Dockson excluded, Elend had taken quickly to the other members of Vins crew. Clubs, however, had taken a little getting used to. The stocky man had a face like a gnarled toadstool, and he always seemed to be squinting in displeasure—an expression usually matched by his tone of voice.
However, he was a gifted craftsman, not to mention an Allomancer—a Smoker, actually, though he didnt get to use his power much anymore. For the better part of a year, Clubs had acted as general of Elends military forces. Elend didnt know where Clubs had learned to lead soldiers, but the man had a remarkable knack for it. Hed probably gotten the skill in the same place that hed acquired the scar on his leg—a scar that produced the hobble from which Clubs drew his nickname.
"Theyre just sparring, Clubs," Elend said. "There wont be a winner. "
"Theyll end with a serious exchange," Clubs said. "They always do. "
Elend paused. "You
re asking me to bet against Vin, you know," he noted. "That could be unhealthy. "
"So?"
Elend smiled, pulling out a coin. Clubs still kind of intimidated him, and he didnt want to risk offending the man.
"Wheres that worthless nephew of mine?" Clubs asked as he watched the sparring.
"Spook?" Elend asked. "Hes back? Howd he get into the city?"
Clubs shrugged. "He left something on my doorstep this morning. "
"A gift?"
Clubs snorted. "It was a woodcarving from a master carpenter up in Yelva City. The note said, I just wanted to show you what real carpenters are up to, old man. "
Elend chuckled, but trailed off as Clubs eyed him with a discomforting stare. "Whelp was never this insolent before," Clubs muttered. "I swear, you lot have corrupted the lad. "
Clubs almost seemed to be smiling. Or, was he serious? Elend couldnt ever decide if the man was as crusty as he seemed, or if Elend was the butt of some elaborate joke.
"How is the army doing?" Elend finally asked.
"Terribly," Clubs said. "You want an army? Give me more than one year to train it. Right now, Id barely trust those boys against a mob of old women with sticks. "
Great, Elend thought.
"Cant do much right now, though," Clubs grumbled. "Straff is digging in some cursory fortifications, but mostly hes just resting his men. The attack will come by the end of the week. "
In the courtyard, Vin and Ham continued to fight. It was slow, for the moment, Ham taking time to pause and explain principles or stances. Elend and Clubs watched for a short time as the sparring gradually became more intense, the rounds taking longer, the two participants beginning to sweat as their feet kicked up puffs of ash in the packed, sooty earth.
Vin gave Ham a good contest despite the ridiculous differences in strength, reach, and training, and Elend found himself smiling slightly despite himself. She was something special—Elend had realized that when hed first seen her in the Venture ballroom, nearly two years before. He was only now coming to realize how much of an understatement "special" was.
A coin snapped against the wooden railing. "My moneys on Vin, too. "
Elend turned with surprise. The man who had spoken was a soldier who had been standing with the others watching behind. Elend frowned. "Who—"
Then, Elend cut himself off. The beard was wrong, the posture too straight, but the man standing behind him was familiar. "Spook?" Elend asked incredulously.
The teenage boy smiled behind an apparently fake beard. "Wasing the where of calling out. "
Elends head immediately began to hurt. "Lord Ruler, dont tell me youve gone back to the dialect?"
"Oh, just for the occasional nostalgic quip," Spook said with a laugh. His words bore traces of his Easterner accent; during the first few months Elend had known the boy, Spook had been utterly unintelligible. Fortunately, the boy had grown out of using his street cant, just as hed managed to grow out of most of his clothing. Well over six feet tall, the sixteen-year-old young man hardly resembled the gangly boy Elend had met a year before.
Spook leaned against the railing beside Elend, adopting a teenage boys lounging posture and completely destroying his image as a soldier—which, indeed, he wasnt.