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And there was nothing that could sap that sensation more quickly than the prospect of meeting with the woman he loved. Why had Tindwyl stayed? And, if she was determined not to go back to Terris, why had she avoided him these last few days? Was she mad that he had sent Elend away? Was she disappointed that he insisted on staying to help?
He found her inside Keep Ventures grand ballroom. He paused for a moment, impressed—as always—by the rooms unquestionable majesty. He released his sight tinmind for just a moment, removing his spectacles as he looked around the awesome space.
Enormous, rectangular stained-glass windows reached to the ceiling along both walls of the huge room. Standing at the side, Sazed was dwarfed by massive pillars that supported a small gallery that ran beneath the windows on either side of the chamber. Every bit of stone in the room seemed carved—every tile a part of one mosaic or another, every bit of glass colored to sparkle in the early-evening sunlight.
Its been so long. . . he thought. The first time hed seen this chamber, he had been escorting Vin to her first ball. It was then, while playing the part of Valette Renoux, she had met Elend. Sazed had chastised her for carelessly attracting the attention of so powerful a man.
And now he himself had performed their marriage. He smiled, replacing his spectacles and filling his eyesight tinmind again. May the Forgotten Gods watch over you, children. Make something of our sacrifice, if you can.
Tindwyl stood speaking with Dockson and a small group of functionaries at the center of the room. They were crowded around a large table, and as Sazed approached, he could see what was spread atop it.
Marshs map, he thought. It was an extensive and detailed representation of Luthadel, complete with notations about Ministry activity. Sazed had a visual image of the map, as well as a detailed description of it, in one of his copperminds—and he had sent a physical copy to the Synod.
Tindwyl and the others had covered the large map with their own notations. Sazed approached slowly, and as soon as Tindwyl saw him, she waved for him to approach.
"Ah, Sazed," Dockson said in a businesslike tone, voice muddled to Sazeds weak ears. "Good. Please, come here. "
Sazed stepped up onto the low dance floor, joining them at the table. "Troop placements?" he asked.
"Penrod has taken command of our armies," Dockson said. "And hes put noblemen in charge of all twenty battalions. Were not certain we like that situation. "
Sazed looked over the men at the table. They were a group of scribes that Dockson himself had trained—all skaa. Gods! Sazed thought. He cant be planning a rebellion now of all times, can he?
"Dont look so frightened, Sazed," Dockson said. "Were not going to do anything too drastic—Penrod is still letting Clubs organize the city defenses, and he seems to be taking advice from his military commanders. Besides, its far too late to try something too ambitious. "
Dockson almost seemed disappointed.
"However," Dockson said, pointing at the map, "I dont trust these commanders hes put in charge. They dont know anything about warfare—or even about survival. Theyve spent their lives ordering drinks and throwing parties. "
Why do you hate them so? Sazed thought. Ironically, Dockson was the one in the crew who looked most like a nobleman. He was more natural in a suit than Breeze, more articulate than Clubs or Spook. Only his insistence on wearing a very unaristocratic half beard made him stand out.
"The nobility may not know warfare," Sazed said, "but they are experienced with command, I think. "
"True," Dockson said. "But so are we. Thats why I want one of our people near each gate, just in case things go poorly and someone really competent needs to take command. "
Dockson pointed at the table, toward one of the gates—Steel Gate. It bore a notation of a thousand men in a defensive formation. "This is your battalion, Sazed. Steel Gate is the farthest the koloss are likely to reach, and so you might not even see any fighting. However, when the battle begins, I want you there with a group of messengers to bring word back to Keep Venture in case your gate gets attacked. Well set up a command post here in the main ballroom—its easily accessible with those broad doors, and can accommodate a lot of motion. "
And it was a not-so-subtle smack in the face of Elend Venture, and nobility in general, to use such a beautiful chamber as a setting from which to run a war. No wonder he supported me in sending Elend and Vin away. With them gone, hes gained undisputed control of Kelsiers crew.
It wasnt a bad thing. Dockson was an organizational genius and a master of quick planning. He did have certain prejudices, however.
"I know you dont like to fight, Saze," Dockson said, leaning down on the table with both hands. "But we need you. "
"I think he is preparing for battle, Lord Dockson," Tindwyl said, eyeing Sazed. "Those rings on his fingers give good indication of his intentions. "
Sazed glanced across the table at her. "And what is your place in this, Tindwyl?"
"Lord Dockson came to me for advice," Tindwyl said. "He has little experience with warfare himself, and wished to know the things I have studied about the generals of the past. "
"Ah," Sazed said. He turned to Dockson, frowning in thought. Eventually, he nodded. "Very well. I will take part in your project—but, I must warn you against divisiveness. Please, tell your men not to break the chain of command unless they absolutely must. "
Dockson nodded.
"Now, Lady Tindwyl," Sazed said. "Might we speak for a moment in private?"
She nodded, and they excused themselves, walking under the nearest overhanging gallery. In the shadows, behind one of the pillars, Sazed turned toward Tindwyl. She looked so pristine—so poised, so calm—despite the dire situation. How did she do that?
"Youre storing quite a large number of attributes, Sazed," Tindwyl noted, glancing at his fingers again. "Surely you have other metalminds prepared from before?"
"I used all of my wakefulness and speed making my way to Luthadel," Sazed said. "And I have no health stored at all—I used up the last of it overcoming a sickness when I was teaching in the South. I always intended to fill another one, but weve been too busy. I do have some large amount of strength and weight stored, as well as a good selection of tinminds. Still, one can never be too well prepared, I think. "
"Perhaps," Tindwyl said. She glanced back at the group around the table. "If it gives us something to do other than think about the inevitable, then preparation has not been wasted, I think. "
Sazed felt a chill. "Tindwyl," he said quietly. "Why did you stay? There is no place for you here. "
"There is no place for you either, Sazed. "
"These are my friends," he said. "I will not leave them. "
"Then why did you convince their leaders to leave?"
"To flee and live," Sazed said.
"Survival is not a luxury often afforded to leaders," Tindwyl said. "When they accept the devotion of others, they must accept the responsibility that comes with it. This people will die—but they need not die feeling betrayed. "
"They were not—"
"They expect to be saved, Sazed," Tindwyl hissed quietly. "Even those men over there—even Dockson, the most practical one in this bunch—think that theyll survive. And do you know why? Because, deep down, they believe that something will save them. Something that saved them before, the only piece of the Survivor they have left. She represents hope to them now. And you sent her away. "
"To live, Tindwyl," Sazed repeated. "It would have been a waste to lose Vin and Elend here. "
"Hope is never wasted," Tindwyl said, eyes flashing. "I thought you of all people would understand that. You think it was stubbornness that kept me alive all those years in the hands of the Breeders?"
"And is it stubbornness or hope that kept you here, in the city?" he asked.
She looked up at him. "Neither. "
Sazed looked at her for a
long moment in the shadowed alcove. Planners talked in the ballroom, their voices echoing. Shards of light from the windows reflected off the marble floors, throwing slivers of illumination across the walls. Slowly, awkwardly, Sazed put his arms around Tindwyl. She sighed, letting him hold her.
He released his tinminds and let his senses return in a flood.
Softness from her skin and warmth from her body washed across him as she moved farther into the embrace, resting her head against his chest. The scent of her hair—unperfumed, but clean and crisp—filled his nose, the first thing hed smelled in three days. With a clumsy hand, Sazed pulled free his spectacles so he could see her clearly. As sounds returned fully to his ears, he could hear Tindwyl breathing beside him.
"Do you know why I love you, Sazed?" she asked quietly.
"I cannot fathom," he answered honestly.
"Because you never give in," she said. "Other men are strong like bricks—firm, unyielding, but if you pound on them long enough, they crack. You. . . youre strong like the wind. Always there, so willing to bend, but never apologetic for the times when you must be firm. I dont think any of your friends understand what a power they had in you. "
Had, he thought. She already thinks of all this in the past tense. And. . . it feels right for her to do so. "I fear that whatever I have wont be enough to save them," Sazed whispered.
"It was enough to save three of them, though," Tindwyl said. "You were wrong to send them away. . . but maybe you were right, too. "
Sazed just closed his eyes and held her, cursing her for staying, yet loving her for it all the same.
At that moment, the wall-top warning drums began to beat.
And so, I have made one final gamble.
51
THE MISTY RED LIGHT OF morning was a thing that should not have existed. Mist died before daylight. Heat made it evaporate; even locking it inside of a closed room made it condense and disappear. It shouldnt have been able to withstand the light of the rising sun.
Yet it did. The farther theyd gotten from Luthadel, the longer the mists lingered in the mornings. The change was slight—they were still only a few days ride from Luthadel—but Vin knew. She saw the difference. This morning, the mists seemed even stronger than shed anticipated—they didnt even weaken as the sun came up. They obscured its light.
Mist, she thought. Deepness. She was increasingly sure that she was right about it, though she couldnt know for certain. Still, it felt right to her for some reason. The Deepness hadnt been some monster or tyrant, but a force more natural—and therefore more frightening. A creature could be killed. The mists. . . they were far more daunting. The Deepness wouldnt oppress with priests, but use the peoples own superstitious terror. It wouldnt slaughter with armies, but with starvation.
How did one fight something larger than a continent? A thing that couldnt feel anger, pain, hope, or mercy?
Yet, it was Vins task to do just that. She sat quietly on a large boulder beside the nights firepit, her legs up, knees to her chest. Elend still slept; Spook was out scouting.