The Well of Ascension

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  "Why the costume, Spook?" Elend asked with a frown.

  Spook shrugged. "Im no Mistborn. We more mundane spies have to find ways to get information without flying up to windows and listening outside. "

  "How long you been standing there?" Clubs asked, glaring at his nephew.

  "Since before you got here, Uncle Grumbles," Spook said. "And, in answer to your question, I got back a couple days ago. Before Dockson, actually. I just thought Id take a bit of a break before I went back to duty. "

  "I dont know if youve noticed, Spook," Elend said, "but were at war. There isnt a lot of time to take breaks. "

  Spook shrugged. "I just didnt want you to send me away again. If theres going to be war here, I want to be around. You know, for the excitement. "

  Clubs snorted. "And where did you get that uniform?"

  "Uh. . . Well. . . " Spook glanced to the side, displaying just a hint of the uncertain boy Elend had known.

  Clubs grumbled something about insolent boys, but Elend just laughed and clapped Spook on the shoulder. The boy looked up, smiling; though hed been easy to ignore at first, he was proving as valuable as any of the other members of Vins former crew. As a Tineye—a Misting who could burn tin to enhance his senses—Spook could listen to conversations from far away, not to mention notice distant details.

  "Anyway, welcome back," Elend said. "Whats the word from the west?"

  Spook shook his head. "I hate to sound too much like Uncle Crusty over there, but the news isnt good. You know those rumors about the Lord Rulers atium being in Luthadel? Well, theyre back. Stronger this time. "

  "I thought we were past that!" Elend said. Breeze and his team had spent the better part of six months spreading rumors and manipulating the warlords into believing that the atium must have been hidden in another city, since Elend hadnt found it in Luthadel.

  "Guess not," Spook said. "And. . . I think someones spreading these rumors intentionally. Ive been on the street long enough to sense a planted story, and this rumor smells wrong. Someone really wants the warlords to focus on you. "

  Great, Elend thought. "You dont know where Breeze is, do you?"

  Spook shrugged, but he no longer seemed to be paying attention to Elend. He was watching the sparring. Elend glanced back toward Vin and Ham.

  As Clubs had predicted, the two had fallen into a more serious contest. There was no more instruction; there were no more quick, repetitive exchanges. They sparred in earnest, fighting in a swirling melee of staffs and dust. Ash flew around them, blown up by the wind of their attacks, and even more soldiers paused in the surrounding hallways to watch.

  Elend leaned forward. There was something intense about a duel between two Allomancers. Vin tried an attack. Ham, however, swung simultaneously, his staff blurringly quick. Somehow, Vin got her own weapon up in time, but the power of Hams blow threw her back in a tumble. She hit the ground on one shoulder. She gave barely a grunt of pain, however, and somehow got a hand beneath her, throwing herself up to land on her feet. She skidded for a moment, retaining her balance, holding her staff up.

  Pewter, Elend thought. It made even a clumsy man dexterous. And, for a person normally graceful like Vin. . .

  Vins eyes narrowed, her innate stubbornness showing in the set of her jaw, the displeasure in her face. She didnt like being beaten—even when her opponent was obviously stronger than she was.

  Elend stood up straight, intending to suggest an end to the sparring. At that moment, Vin dashed forward.

  Ham brought his staff up expectantly, swinging as Vin came within reach. She ducked to the side, passing within inches of the attack, then brought her weapon around and slammed it into the back of Hams staff, throwing him off balance. Then she ducked in for the attack.

  Ham, however, recovered quickly. He let the force of Vins blow spin him around, and he used the momentum to bring his staff around in a powerful blow aimed directly at Vins chest.

  Elend cried out.

  Vin jumped.

  She didnt have metal to Push against, but that didnt seem to matter. She sprang a good seven feet in the air, easily cresting Hams staff. She flipped as the swing passed beneath her, her fingers brushing the air just above the weapon, her own staff spinning in a one-handed grip.

  Vin landed, her staff already howling in a low swing, its tip throwing up a line of ash as it ran along the ground. It slammed into the back of Hams legs. The blow swept Hams feet out from beneath him, and he cried out as he fell.

  Vin jumped into the air again.

  Ham slammed to the earth on his back, and Vin landed on his chest. Then, she calmly rapped him on the forehead with the end of her staff. "I win. "

  Ham lay, looking dazed, Vin crouching on his chest. Dust and ash settled quietly in the courtyard.

  "Damn. . . " Spook whispered, voicing a sentiment that seemed to be shared by the dozen or so watching soldiers.

  Finally, Ham chuckled. "Fine. You beat me—now, if you would, kindly get me something to drink while I try to massage some feeling back into my legs. "

  Vin smiled, hopping off his chest and scampering away to do as requested. Ham shook his head, climbing to his feet. Despite his words, he walked with barely a limp; hed probably have a bruise, but it wouldnt bother him for long. Pewter not only enhanced ones strength, balance, and speed, it also made ones body innately stronger. Ham could shrug off a blow that would have shattered Elends legs.

  Ham joined them, nodding to Clubs and punching Spook lightly on the arm. Then he leaned against the railing and rubbed his left calf, cringing slightly. "I swear, Elend—sometimes sparring with that girl is like trying to fight with a gust of wind. Shes never where I think shell be. "

  "How did she do that, Ham?" Elend asked. "The jump, I mean. That leap seemed inhuman, even for an Allomancer. "

  "Used steel, didnt she?" Spook said.

  Ham shook his head. "No, I doubt it. "

  "Then how?" Elend asked.

  "Allomancers draw strength from their metals," Ham said, sighing and putting his foot down. "Some can squeeze out more than others—but the real power comes from the metal itself, not the persons body. "

  Elend paused. "So?"

  "So," Ham said, "an Allomancer doesnt have to be physically strong to be incredibly powerful. If Vin were a Feruchemist, it would be different—if you ever see Sazed increase his strength, his muscles will grow larger. But with Allomancy, all the strength comes directly from the metal.

  "Now, most Thugs—myself included—figure that making their bodies strong will only add to their power. After all, a muscular man burning pewter will be that much stronger than a regular man of the same Allomantic power. "

  Ham rubbed his chin, eyeing the passage Vin had left through. "But. . . well, Im beginning to think that there might be another way. Vins a thin little thing, but when she burns pewter, she grows several times stronger than any normal warrior. She packs all that strength into a small body, and doesnt have to bother with the weight of massive muscles. Shes like. . . an insect. Far stronger than her mass or her body would indicate. So, when she jumps, she can jump. "

  "But youre still stronger than she is," Spook said.

  Ham nodded. "And I can make use of that—assuming I can ever hit her. Thats getting harder and harder to do. "

  Vin finally returned, carrying a jug of chilled juice—apparently shed decided to go all the way to the keep, rather than grabbing some of the warm ale kept on hand in the courtyard. She handed a flagon to Ham, and had thought to bring cups for Elend and Clubs.

  "Hey!" Spook said as she poured. "What about me?"

  "That beard looks silly on you," Vin said as she poured.

  "So I dont get anything to drink?"

  "No. "

  Spook paused. "Vin, youre a strange girl. "

  Vin rolled her eyes; then she glanced toward the water barrel in the corner of the courtyard. One of th
e tin cups lying beside it lurched into the air, shooting across the courtyard. Vin stuck her hand out, catching it with a slapping sound, then set it on the railing before Spook. "Happy?"

  "I will be once you pour me something to drink," Spook said as Clubs grunted, taking a slurp from his own cup. The old general then reached over, sliding two of the coins off the railing and pocketing them.

  "Hey, thats right!" Spook said. "You owe me, El. Pay up. "

  Elend lowered his cup. "I never agreed to the bet. "

  "You paid Uncle Irritable. Why not me?"

  Elend paused, then sighed, pulling out a ten-boxing coin and setting it beside Spooks. The boy smiled, plucking both up in a smooth street-thief gesture. "Thanks for winning the bout, Vin," he said with a wink.

  Vin frowned at Elend. "You bet against me?"

  Elend laughed, leaning across the railing to kiss her. "I didnt mean it. Clubs bullied me. "

  Clubs snorted at that comment, downed the rest of his juice, then held out his cup for a refill. When Vin didnt respond, he turned to Spook and gave the boy a telling scowl. Finally, Spook sighed, picking up the jug to refill the cup.

  Vin was still regarding Elend with dissatisfaction.

  "Id be careful, Elend," Ham said with a chuckle. "She can hit pretty hard. . . . "

  Elend nodded. "I should know better than to antagonize her when there are weapons lying around, eh?"

  "Tell me about it," Ham said.

  Vin sniffed at that comment, rounding the railing so that she could stand next to Elend. Elend put his arm around her, and as he did, he caught a bare flash of envy in Spooks eyes. Elend suspected that the boyd had a crush on Vin for some time—but, well, Elend couldnt really blame him for that.

  Spook shook his head. "Ive got to find myself a woman. "

  "Well, that beard isnt going to help," Vin said.

  "Its just a disguise, Vin," Spook said. "El, I dont suppose you could give me a title or something?"

  Elend smiled. "I dont think that will matter, Spook. "

  "It worked for you. "

  "Oh, I dont know," Elend said. "Somehow, I think Vin fell in love with me despite my title, rather than because of it. "

  "But you had others before her," Spook said. "Noble girls. "

  "A couple," Elend admitted.

  "Though Vin has a habit of killing off her competition," Ham quipped.

  Elend laughed. "Now, see, she only did that once. And I think Shan deserved it—she was, after all, trying to assassinate me at the time. " He looked down fondly, eyeing Vin. "Though, I do have to admit, Vin is a bit hard on other women. With her around, everybody else looks bland by comparison. "

  Spook rolled his eyes. "Its more interesting when she kills them off. "

  Ham chuckled, letting Spook pour him some more juice. "Lord Ruler only knows what shed do to you if you ever tried to leave her, Elend. "

  Vin stiffened immediately, pulling him a little tighter. Shed been abandoned far too many times. Even after what theyd been through, even after his proposal of marriage, Elend had to keep promising Vin that he wasnt going to leave her.