The Well of Ascension

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  The skaa at the back of the square began to chant. It was a bizarre sound to hear in the middle of a battle. Sazed sat up, ignoring his pains and exhaustion as Vin jumped. The city gate suddenly lurched, its hinges twisting. The koloss had already beaten on it so hard. . . .

  The massive wooden portal burst free from the wall, Pulled by Vin. Such power, Sazed thought numbly. She must be Pulling on something behind herself—but, that would mean that poor Vin is being yanked between two weights as heavy as that gate.

  And yet, she did it, lifting the gate door with a heave, Pulling it toward herself. The huge hardwood gate crashed through the koloss ranks, scattering bodies. Vin twisted expertly in the air, Pulling herself to the side, swinging the gate to the side as if it were tethered to her by a chain.

  Koloss flew in the air, bones cracking, sprayed like splinters before the enormous weapon. In a single sweep, Vin cleared the entire courtyard.

  The gate dropped. Vin landed amid a group of crushed bodies, silently kicking a soldiers war staff up into her hands. The remaining koloss outside the gate paused only briefly, then charged. Vin began to attack swiftly, but precisely. Skulls cracked, koloss falling dead in the slush as they tried to pass her. She spun, sweeping a few of them to the ground, spraying ashen red slush across those running up behind.

  I. . . I have to do something, Sazed thought, shaking off his stupefaction. He was still bare-chested, the cold ignored because of his brassmind—which was nearly empty. Vin continued to fight, felling koloss after koloss. Even her strength wont last forever. She cant save the city.

  Sazed forced himself to his feet, then moved toward the back of the square. He grabbed the old man at the front of the crowd of skaa, shaking the man out of his chanting. "You were right," Sazed said. "She returned. "

  "Yes, Holy First Witness. "

  "She will be able to give us some time, I think," Sazed said. "The koloss have broken into the city. We need to gather what people we can and escape. "

  The old man paused, and for a moment Sazed thought he would object—that he would claim Vin would protect them, would defeat the entire army. Then, thankfully, he nodded.

  "Well run out the northern gate," Sazed said urgently. "That is where the koloss first entered the city, and so it is likely that they have moved on from that area. "

  I hope, Sazed thought, rushing off to raise the warning. The fallback defensive positions were supposed to be the high noble keeps. Perhaps they would find survivors there.

  So, Breeze thought, it turns out that Im a coward.

  It was not a surprising revelation. He had always said that it was important for a man to understand himself, and he had always been aware of his selfishness. So, he was not at all shocked to find himself huddling against the flaking bricks of an old skaa home, shutting his ears to the screams just outside.

  Where was the proud man now? The careful diplomat, the Soother with his immaculate suits? He was gone, leaving behind this quivering, useless mass. He tried several times to burn brass, to Soothe the men fighting outside. However, he couldnt accomplish this most simple of actions. He couldnt even move.

  Unless one counted trembling as movement.

  Fascinating, Breeze thought, as if looking at himself from the outside, seeing the pitiful creature in the ripped, bloodied suit. So this is what happens to me, when the stress gets too strong? Its ironic, in a way. Ive spent a lifetime controlling the emotions of others. Now Im so afraid, I cant even function.

  The fighting continued outside. It was going on an awful long time. Shouldnt those soldiers be dead?

  "Breeze?"

  He couldnt move to see who it was. Sounds like Ham. Thats funny. He should be dead, too.

  "Lord Ruler!" Ham said, coming into Breezes view. He wore a bloodied sling on one arm. He fell urgently to Breezes side. "Breeze, can you hear me?"

  "We saw him duck in here, my lord," another voice said. A soldier? "Took shelter from the fight. We could feel him Soothing us, though. Kept us fighting, even when we should have given up. After Lord Cladent died. . . "

  Im a coward.

  Another figure appeared. Sazed, looking concerned. "Breeze," Ham said, kneeling. "My keep fell, and Sazeds gate is down. We havent heard anything from Dockson in over an hour, and we found Clubss body. Please. The koloss are destroying the city. We need to know what to do. "

  Well, dont ask me, Breeze said—or tried to say. He thought it came out as a mumble.

  "I cant carry you, Breeze," Ham said. "My arm is nearly useless. "

  Well, thats all right, Breeze mumbled. You see, my dear man, I dont think Im of much use anymore. You should move on. Its quite all right if you just leave me here.

  Ham looked up at Sazed, helpless.

  "Hurry, Lord Hammond," Sazed said. "We can have the soldiers carry the wounded. We will make our way to Keep Hasting. Perhaps we can find sanctuary there. Or. . . perhaps the koloss will be distracted enough to let us slip out of the city. "

  Distracted? Breeze mumbled. Distracted by the killing of other people, you mean. Well, it is somewhat comforting to know that were all cowards. Now, if I could just lie here for a little longer, I might be able to fall asleep. . .

  And forget all of this.

  Alendi will need guides through the Terris Mountains. I have charged Rashek with making certain that he and his trusted friends are chosen as those guides.

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  VINS STAFF BROKE AS SHE slammed it across a koloss face.

  Not again, she thought with frustration, spinning and ramming the broken shard into another creatures chest. She turned and came face-to-face with one of the big ones, a good five feet taller than she.

  It thrust its sword toward her. Vin jumped, and the sword collided with broken cobblestones beneath her. She shot upward, not needing any coins to carry herself up to eye level with the creatures twisted face.

  They always looked surprised. Even after watching her fight dozens of their companions, they seemed shocked to see her dodge their blows. Their minds seemed to equate size with power; a larger koloss always beat a smaller one. A five-foot-tall human should have been no problem for a monster this big.

  Vin flared pewter as she smashed her fist into the beasts head. The skull cracked beneath her knuckles, and the beast fell backward as she dropped back to the ground. Yet, as always, there was another to take its place.

  She was getting tired. No, shed started the battle tired. Shed pewter-dragged, then used a convoluted personal spikeway to carry herself across an entire dominance. She was exhausted. Only the pewter in her last metal vial was keeping her upright.

  I should have asked Sazed for one of his empty pewterminds! she thought. Feruchemical and Allomantic metals were the same. She could have burned that—though it would probably have been a bracer or a bracelet. To large to swallow.

  She ducked to the side as another koloss attacked. Coins didnt stop these things, and they all weighed too much for her to Push them away without an anchor. Besides, her steel and iron reserves were extremely low.

  She killed koloss after koloss, buying time for Sazed and the people to get a good head start. Something was different this time—different from when shed killed at Cetts palace. She felt good. It wasnt just because she killed monsters.

  It was because she understood her purpose. And she agreed with it. She could fight, could kill, if it meant defending those who could not defend themselves. Kelsier might have been able to kill for shock or retribution, but that wasnt good enough for Vin.

  And she would never let it be again.

  That determination fueled her attacks against the koloss. She used a stolen sword to cut off the legs of one, then threw the weapon at another, Pushing on it to impale the koloss in the chest. Then she Pulled on the sword of a fallen soldier, yanking it into her hand. She ducked backward, but nearly stumbled as she stepped on another body.

  So tired, she thought.


  There were dozens—perhaps even hundreds—of corpses in the courtyard. In fact, a pile was forming beneath her. She climbed it, retreating slightly as the creatures surrounded her again. They crawled over the corpses of their fallen brethren, rage frothing in their blood-drop eyes. Human soldiers would have given up, going to seek easier fights. The koloss, however, seemed to multiply as she fought them, others hearing the sounds of battle and coming to join in.

  She swiped, pewter aiding her strength as she cut off an arm from one koloss, then a leg from another, before finally going for the head of a third. She ducked and dodged, jumping, staying out of their reach, killing as many as she could.

  But as desperate as her determination—as strong as her newfound resolve to defend—she knew that she couldnt keep fighting, not like this. She was only one person. She couldnt save Luthadel, not alone.

  "Lord Penrod!" Sazed yelled, standing at the gates to Keep Hasting. "You must listen to me. "

  There was no response. The soldiers at the top of the short keep wall were quiet, though Sazed could sense their discomfort. They didnt like ignoring him. In the distance, the battle still raged. Koloss screamed in the night. Soon they would find their way to Sazed and Hams growing band of several thousand, who now huddled quietly outside Keep Hastings gate.

  A haggard messenger approached Sazed. He was the same one that Dockson had been sending to Steel Gate. Hed lost his horse somewhere, and theyd found him with a group of refugees in the Square of the Survivor.

  "Lord Terrisman," the messenger said quietly. "I. . . just got back from the command post. Keep Venture has fallen. . . . "

  "Lord Dockson?"

  The man shook his head. "We found a few wounded scribes hiding outside the keep. They saw him die. The koloss are still in the building, breaking windows, rooting about. . . . "

  Sazed turned back, looking over the city. So much smoke billowed in the sky that it seemed the mists had come already. Hed begun filling his scent tinmind to keep the stench away.

  The battle for the city might be over, but now the true tragedy would begin. The koloss in the city had finished killing soldiers. Now they would slaughter the people. There were hundreds of thousands of them, and Sazed knew the creatures would gleefully extend the devastation. No looting. Not when there was killing to be done.

  More screams sounded in the night. Theyd lost. Failed. And now, the city would truly fall.

  The mists cant be far away, he thought, trying to give himself some hope. Perhaps that will give us some cover.

  Still, one image stood out to him. Clubs, dead in the snow. The wooden disk Sazed had given him earlier that same day tied to a loop around his neck.

  It hadnt helped.

  Sazed turned back to Keep Hasting. "Lord Penrod," he said loudly. "We are going to try and slip out of the city. I would welcome your troops and your leadership. If you stay here, the koloss will attack this keep and kill you. "

  Silence.

  Sazed turned, sighing as Ham—arm still in a sling—joined him. "We have to go, Saze," Ham said quietly.

  "Youre bloody, Terrisman. "

  Sazed turned. Ferson Penrod stood on the top of his wall, looking down. He still looked immaculate in his noblemans suit. He even wore a hat against the snow and ash. Sazed looked down at himself. He still wore only his loincloth. He hadnt had time to worry about clothing, particularly with his brassmind to keep him warm.