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Elend nodded slowly. "I want to be good at this, Clubs. Nobody else is going to look after the skaa like they deserve. Cett, Straff. Theyd just make slaves of the people again. I. . . I want to be more than my ideas, though. I want to—need to—be a man that others can look to. "
Clubs shrugged. "My experience has been that the man is usually made by the situation. Kelsier was a selfish dandy until the Pits nearly broke him. " He glanced at Elend. "Will this siege be your Pits of Hathsin, Elend Venture?"
"I dont know," he said honestly.
"Then well have to wait and see, I guess. For now, someone wants to speak with you. " He turned, nodding down toward the street some forty feet below, where a tall, feminine figure stood in colorful Terris robes.
"She told me to send you down," Clubs said. He paused, then glanced at Elend. "It isnt often you meet someone who feels like they can order me around. And a Terriswoman at that. I thought those Terris were all docile and kindly. "
Elend smiled. "I guess Sazed spoiled us. "
Clubs snorted. "So much for a thousand years of breeding, eh?"
Elend nodded.
"You sure shes safe?" Clubs asked.
"Yes," Elend said. "Her story checks out—Vin brought in several of the Terris people from the city, and they knew and recognized Tindwyl. Shes apparently a fairly important person back in her homeland. "
Plus, she had performed Feruchemy for him, growing stronger to free her hands. That meant she wasnt a kandra. All of it together meant that she was trustworthy enough; even Vin admitted that, even if she continued to dislike the Terriswoman.
Clubs nodded to him, and Elend took a deep breath. Then he walked down the stairs to meet Tindwyl for another round of lessons.
"Today, we will do something about your clothing," Tindwyl said, closing the door to Elends study. A plump seamstress with bowl-cut white hair waited inside, standing respectfully with a group of youthful assistants.
Elend glanced down at his clothing. It actually wasnt bad. The suit coat and vest fit fairly well. The trousers werent as stiff as those favored by imperial nobility, but he was the king now; shouldnt he be able to set the trends?
"I dont see whats wrong with it," he said. He held up a hand as Tindwyl began to speak. "I know its not quite as formal as what other men like to wear, but it suits me. "
"Its disgraceful," Tindwyl said.
"Now, I hardly see—"
"Dont argue with me. "
"But, see, the other day you said that—"
"Kings dont argue, Elend Venture," Tindwyl said firmly. "They command. And, part of your ability to command comes from your bearing. Slovenly clothing invites other slovenly habits—such as your posture, which Ive already mentioned, I believe. "
Elend sighed, rolling his eyes as Tindwyl snapped her fingers. The seamstress and her assistants started unpacking a pair of large trunks.
"This isnt necessary," Elend said. "I already have some suits that fit more snugly; I wear them on formal occasions. "
"Youre not going to wear suits anymore," Tindwyl said.
"Excuse me?"
Tindwyl eyed him with a commanding stare, and Elend sighed.
"Explain yourself!" he said, trying to sound commanding.
Tindwyl nodded. "You have maintained the dress code preferred by the nobility sanctioned by the Final Emperor. In some respects, this was a good idea—it gave you a connection to the former government, and made you seem less of a deviant. Now, however, you are in a different position. Your people are in danger, and the time for simple diplomacy is over. You are at war. Your dress should reflect that. "
The seamstress selected a particular costume, then brought it over to Elend while the assistants set up a changing screen.
Elend hesitantly accepted the costume. It was stiff and white, and the front of the jacket appeared to button all the way up to a rigid collar. All and all, it looked like. . .
"A uniform," he said, frowning.
"Indeed," Tindwyl said. "You want your people to believe that you can protect them? Well, a king isnt simply a lawmaker—hes a general. It is time you began to act like you deserve your title, Elend Venture. "
"Im no warrior," Elend said. "This uniform is a lie. "
"The first point we will soon change," Tindwyl said. "The second is not true. You command the armies of the Central Dominance. That makes you a military man whether or not you know how to swing a sword. Now, go change. "
Elend acceded with a shrug. He walked around the changing screen, pushed aside a stack of books to make room, then began to change. The white trousers fit snugly and fell straight around the calves. While there was a shirt, it was completely obscured by the large, stiff jacket—which had military shoulder fittings. It had an array of buttons—all of which, he noticed, were wood instead of metal—as well as a strange shieldlike design over the right breast. It seemed to have some sort of arrow, or perhaps spear, emblazoned in it.
Stiffness, cut, and design considered, Elend was surprised how well the uniform fit. "Its sized quite well," he noted, putting on the belt, then pulling down the bottom of the jacket, which came all the way to his hips.
"We got your measurements from your tailor," Tindwyl said.
Elend stepped around the changing screen, and several assistants approached. One politely motioned for him to step into a pair of shiny black boots, and the other attached a white cape to fastenings at his shoulders. The final assistant handed him a polished hardwood dueling cane and sheath. Elend hooked it onto the belt, then pulled it through a slit in the jacket so it hung outside; that much, at least, he had done before.
"Good," Tindwyl said, looking him up and down. "Once you learn to stand up straight, that will be a decent improvement. Now, sit. "
Elend opened his mouth to object, but thought better of it. He sat down, and an assistant approached to attach a sheet around his shoulders. She then pulled out a pair of shears.
"Now, wait," Elend said. "I see where this is going. "
"Then voice an objection," Tindwyl said. "Dont be vague!"
"All right, then," Elend said. "I like my hair. "
"Short hair is easier to care for than long hair," Tindwyl said. "And you have proven that you cannot be trusted in the area of personal grooming. "
"You arent cutting my hair," Elend said firmly.
Tindwyl paused, then nodded. The apprentice backed away, and Elend stood, pulling off the sheet. The seamstress produced a large mirror, and Elend walked forward to inspect himself.
And froze.
The difference was surprising. All his life, hed seen himself as a scholar and socialite, but also as just a bit of a fool. He was Elend—the friendly, comfortable man with the funny ideas. Easy to dismiss, perhaps, but difficult to hate.
The man he saw now was no dandy of the court. He was a serious man—a formal man. A man to be taken seriously. The uniform made him want to stand up straighter, to rest one hand on the dueling cane. His hair—slightly curled, long on the top and sides, and blown loose by the wind atop the city wall—didnt fit.
Elend turned. "All right," he said. "Cut it. "
Tindwyl smiled, then nodded for him to sit. He did so, waiting quietly while the assistant worked. When he stood again, his head matched the suit. It wasnt extremely short, not like Hams hair, but it was neat and precise. One of the assistants approached and handed him a loop of silver-painted wood. He turned to Tindwyl, frowning.
"A crown?" he asked.
"Nothing ostentatious," Tindwyl said. "This is a more subtle era than some of those gone by. The crown isnt a symbol of your wealth, but of your authority. You will wear it from now on, whether you are in private or in public. "
"The Lord Ruler didnt wear a crown. "
"The Lord Ruler didnt need to remind people that he was in charge," Tindwyl said.
Elend paused, then
slipped on the crown. It bore no gemstones or ornamentation; it was just a simple coronet. As he might have expected, it fit perfectly.
He turned back toward Tindwyl, who waved for the seamstress to pack up and leave. "You have six uniforms like this one waiting for you in your rooms," Tindwyl said. "Until this siege is over, you will wear nothing else. If you want variety, change the color of the cape. "
Elend nodded. Behind him, the seamstress and her assistants slipped out the door. "Thank you," he told Tindwyl. "I was hesitant at first, but you are right. This makes a difference. "
"Enough of one to deceive people for now, at least," Tindwyl said.
"Deceive people?"
"Of course. You didnt think that this was it, did you?"
"Well. . . "
Tindwyl raised an eyebrow. "A few lessons, and you think youre through? Weve barely begun. You are still a fool, Elend Venture—you just dont look like one anymore. Hopefully, our charade will begin reversing some of the damage youve done to your reputation. However, it is going to take a lot more training before Ill actually trust you to interact with people and not embarrass yourself. "
Elend flushed. "What do you—" He paused. "Tell me what you plan to teach me, then. "
"Well, you need to learn how to walk, for one thing. "
"Somethings wrong with the way I walk?"
"By the forgotten gods, yes!" Tindwyl said, sounding amused, though no smile marred her lips. "And your speech patterns still need work. Beyond that, of course, there is your inability to handle weapons. "
"Ive had some training," Elend said. "Ask Vin—I rescued her from the Lord Rulers palace the night of the Collapse!"
"I know," Tindwyl said. "And, from what Ive heard, it was a miracle you survived. Fortunately, the girl was there to do the actual fighting. You apparently rely on her quite a bit for that sort of thing. "
"Shes Mistborn. "
"That is no excuse for your slovenly lack of skill," Tindwyl said. "You cannot always rely on your woman to protect you. Not only is it embarrassing, but your people—your soldiers—will expect you to be able to fight with them. I doubt you will ever be the type of leader who can lead a charge against the enemy, but you should at least be able to handle yourself if your position gets attacked. "
"So, you want me to begin sparring with Vin and Ham during their training sessions?"
"Goodness, no! Cant you imagine how terrible it would be for morale if the men saw you being beaten up in public?" Tindwyl shook her head. "No, well have you trained discreetly by a dueling master. Given a few months, we should have you competent with the cane and the sword. Hopefully, this little siege of yours will last that long before the fighting starts. "
Elend flushed again. "You keep talking down to me. Its like Im not even king in your eyes—like you see me as some kind of placeholder. "
Tindwyl didnt answer, but her eyes glinted with satisfaction. You said it, not I, her expression seemed to say.
Elend flushed more deeply.