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"What do you know of him?"
"Nothing more than you," OreSeur admitted. "However, most kandra are very good judges of character. When you practice imitation for as long as I have, you learn to see to the hearts of men. I do not like what I have seen of Zane. He seems too pleased with himself. He seems too deliberate in the way he has befriended you. He makes me uncomfortable. "
Vin sat on the ledge, legs parted, hands before her with palms down, resting on the cool stone. He might be right.
But, OreSeur hadnt flown with Zane, hadnt sparred in the mists. Through no fault of his own, OreSeur was like Elend. Not an Allomancer. Neither of them could understand what it was to soar on a Push of steel, to flare tin and experience the sudden shock of five heightened senses. They couldnt know. They couldnt understand.
Vin leaned back. Then, she regarded the wolfhound in the growing light. There was something shed been meaning to mention, and now seemed as good a time as any. "OreSeur, you can switch bodies, if you want. "
The wolfhound raised an eyebrow.
"We have those bones that we found in the palace," Vin said. "You can use those, if youre tired of being a dog. "
"I couldnt use them," OreSeur said. "I havent digested their body—I wouldnt know the proper arrangement of muscles and organs to make the person look correct. "
"Well, then," Vin said. "We could get you a criminal. "
"I thought you liked these bones on me," OreSeur said.
"I do," Vin said. "But, I dont want you to stay in a body that makes you unhappy. "
OreSeur snorted. "My happiness is not an issue. "
"It is to me," Vin said. "We could—"
"Mistress," OreSeur interrupted.
"Yes?"
"I shall keep these bones. Ive grown accustomed to them. It is very frustrating to change forms often. "
Vin hesitated. "All right," she finally said.
OreSeur nodded. "Though," he continued, "speaking of bodies, Mistress, are we ever planning to return to the palace? Not all of us have the constitution of a Mistborn—some people need sleep and food on occasion. "
He certainly complains a lot more now, Vin thought. However, she found the attitude to be a good sign; it meant OreSeur was growing more comfortable with her. Comfortable enough to tell her when he thought she was being stupid.
Why do I even bother with Zane? she thought, rising and turning eyes northward. The mist was still moderately strong, and she could barely make out Straffs army, still holding the northern canal, maintaining the siege. It sat like a spider, waiting for the right time to spring.
Elend, she thought. I should be more focused on Elend. His motions to dismiss the Assemblys decision, or to force a revote, had all failed. And, stubbornly lawful as always, Elend continued to accept his failures. He still thought he had a chance to persuade the Assembly to choose him as king—or at least not vote anybody else to the position.
So he worked on speeches and planned with Breeze and Dockson. This left him little time for Vin, and rightly so. The last thing he needed was her distracting him. This was something she couldnt help him with—something she couldnt fight or scare away.
His world is of papers, books, laws, and philosophies, she thought. He rides the words of his theories like I ride the mists. I always worry that he cant understand me. . . but can I really even understand him?
OreSeur stood, stretched, and placed his forepaws on the walls railing to raise himself and look north, like Vin.
Vin shook her head. "Sometimes, I wish Elend werent so. . . well, noble. The city doesnt need this confusion right now. "
"He did the right thing, Mistress. "
"You think so?"
"Of course," OreSeur said. "He made a contract. It is his duty to keep that contract, no matter what. He must serve his master—in his case, that would be the city—even if that master makes him do something very distasteful. "
"Thats a very kandralike way of seeing things," Vin said.
OreSeur looked up at her, raising a canine eyebrow, as if to ask Well, what did you expect? She smiled; she had to suppress a chuckle every time she saw that expression on his dog face.
"Come on," Vin said. "Lets get back to the palace. "
"Excellent," OreSeur said, dropping down to all fours. "That meat I set out should be perfect by now. "
"Unless the maids found it again," Vin said with a smile.
OreSeurs expression darkened. "I thought you were going to warn them. "
"What would I say?" Vin asked with amusement. "Please dont throw away this rancid meat—my dog likes to eat it?"
"Why not?" OreSeur asked. "When I imitate a human, I almost never get to have a good meal, but dogs eat aged meat sometimes, dont they?"
"I honestly dont know," Vin said.
"Aged meat is delicious. "
"You mean rotten meat. "
"Aged," OreSeur said insistently as she picked him up, preparing to carry him down from the wall. The top of Keep Hasting was a good hundred feet tall—far too high up for OreSeur to jump, and the only path down would be through the inside of the abandoned keep. Better to carry him.
"Aged meat is like aged wine or aged cheese," OreSeur continued. "It tastes better when its a few weeks old. "
I suppose thats one of the side effects of being related to scavengers, Vin thought. She hopped up on the lip of the wall, dropping a few coins. However, as she prepared to jump—OreSeur a large bulk in her arms—she hesitated. She turned one last time, looking out at Straffs army. It was fully visible now; the sun had risen completely above the horizon. Yet, a few insistent swirls of mist wavered in the air, as if trying to defy the sun, to continue to cloak the city, to stave off the light of day. . . .
Lord Ruler! Vin thought, struck by a sudden insight. Shed been working on this problem so long, it had begun to frustrate her. And now, when shed been ignoring it, the answer had come to her. As if her subconscious had still been picking it apart.
"Mistress?" OreSeur asked. "Is everything all right?"
Vin opened her mouth slightly, cocking her head. "I think I just realized what the Deepness was. "
But, I must continue with the sparsest of detail. Space is limited. The other Worldbringers must have thought themselves humble when they came to me, admitting that they had been wrong. Even then, I was beginning to doubt my original declaration.
But, I was prideful.
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I write this record now, Sazed read, 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.
I am also afraid, however, that all I have known—that my story—will be forgotten. I am afraid for the world that is to come. Afraid that Alendi will fail. Afraid of a doom brought by the Deepness.
It all comes back to poor Alendi. I feel bad for him, and for all the things he has been forced to endure. For what he has been forced to become.
But, let me begin at the beginning. I met Alendi first in Khlennium; he was a young lad then, and had not yet been warped by a decade spent leading armies.
Alendis height struck me the first time I saw him. Here was a man who was small of stature, but who seemed to tower over others, a man who demanded respect.
Oddly, it was Alendis simple ingenuousness that first led me to befriend him. I employed him as an assistant during his first months in the grand city.
It wasnt until years later that I became convinced that Alendi was the Hero of Ages. Hero of Ages: the one called Rabzeen in Khlennium, the Anamnesor.
Savior.
When I finally had the realization—finally connected all of the signs of the Anticipation to him—I was so excited. Yet, when I announced my
discovery to the other Worldbringers, I was met with scorn. Oh, how I wish that I had listened to them.
And yet, any who know me will realize that there was no chance I would give up so easily. Once I find something to investigate, I become dogged in my pursuit. I had determined that Alendi was the Hero of Ages, and I intended to prove it. I should have bowed before the will of the others; I shouldnt have insisted on traveling with Alendi to witness his journeys. It was inevitable that Alendi himself would find out what I believed him to be.
Yes, he was the one who fueled the rumors after that. I could never have done what he himself did, convincing and persuading the world that he was indeed the Hero. I dont know if he himself believed it, but he made others think that he must be the one.
If only the Terris religion, and belief in the Anticipation, hadnt spread beyond our people. If only the Deepness hadnt come, providing a threat that drove men to desperation both in action and belief. If only I had passed over Alendi when looking for an assistant, all those years ago.
Sazed sat back from his work of transcribing the rubbing. There was still a great deal to do—it was amazing how much writing this Kwaan had managed to cram onto the relatively small sheet of steel.
Sazed looked over his work. Hed spent his entire trip north anticipating the time when he could finally begin work on the rubbing. A part of him had been worried. Would the dead mans words seem as important sitting in a well-lit room as they had when in the dungeons of the Conventical of Seran?
He scanned to another part of the document, reading a few choice paragraphs. Ones of particular importance to him.
As the one who found Alendi, however, I became someone important. Foremost amongst the Worldbringers.
There was a place for me, in the lore of the Anticipation—I thought myself the Announcer, the prophet foretold to discover the Hero of Ages. Renouncing Alendi then would have been to renounce my new position, my acceptance, by the others.
And so I did not.
But I do so now. Let it be known that I, Kwaan, Worldbringer of Terris, am a fraud.
Sazed closed his eyes. Worldbringer. The term was known to him; the order of the Keepers had been founded upon memories and hopes from Terris legends. The Worldbringers had been teachers, Feruchemists who had traveled the lands bearing knowledge. They had been a prime inspiration for the secret order of Keepers.
And now he had a document made by a Worldbringers own hand.
Tindwyl is going to be very annoyed with me, Sazed thought, opening his eyes. Hed read the entire rubbing, but he would need to spend time studying it. Memorizing it. Cross-referencing it with other documents. This one bit of writing—perhaps twenty pages total—could easily keep him busy for months, even years.
His window shutters rattled. Sazed looked up. He was in his quarters at the palace—a tasteful collection of well-decorated rooms that were far too lavish for one who had spent his life as a servant. He rose, walked over to the window, undid the latch, and pulled open the shutters. He smiled as he found Vin crouching on the ledge outside.
"Um. . . hi," Vin said. She wore her mistcloak over gray shirt and black trousers. Despite the onset of morning, she obviously hadnt yet gone to bed after her nightly prowling. "You should leave your window unlatched. I cant get in if its locked. Elend got mad at me for breaking too many latches. "