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"Ah, yes," Philen said. "Well, then. I think the title should go to someone who has a little practice with it. Someone who has shown skill with leadership. Therefore, I nominate Lord Ashweather Cett to be our king!"
What? Vin thought with shock as Philen turned, gesturing toward the audience. A man sitting there removed his skaa cloak, pulling down the hood, revealing a suit and a face with a bristling beard.
"Oh dear. . . " Breeze said.
"Its actually him?" Vin asked incredulously as the whispers began in the audience.
Breeze nodded. "Oh, thats him. Lord Cett himself. " He paused, then eyed her. "I think we might be in trouble. "
I had never received much attention from my brethren; they thought that my work and my interests were unsuitable to a Worldbringer. The couldnt see how my work, studying nature instead of religion, benefited the people of the fourteen lands.
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VIN SAT QUIETLY, TENSELY, SCANNING the crowd. Cett wouldnt have come alone, she thought.
And then she saw them, now that she knew what she was looking for. Soldiers in the crowd, dressed like skaa, forming a small protective buffer around Cetts seat. The king did not rise, though a young man at his side did.
Maybe thirty guards, Vin thought. He may not be foolish enough to come alone. . . but entering the very city youre besieging? It was a bold move—one that bordered on stupidity. Of course, many had said the same about Elends visit to Straffs army.
But Cett wasnt in the same position as Elend. He wasnt desperate, wasnt in danger of losing everything. Except. . . he had a smaller army than Straff, and the koloss were coming. And if Straff did secure the supposed atium supply, Cetts days as leader in the West would certainly be numbered. Coming into Luthadel might not have been an act of desperation, but it also wasnt the act of a man who held the upper hand. Cett was gambling.
And he seemed to be enjoying it.
Cett smiled as the room waited in silence, Assemblymen and audience alike too shocked to speak. Finally, Cett waved to a few of his disguised soldiers, and the men picked up Cetts chair and carried it to the stage. Assemblymen whispered and commented, turning to aides or companions, seeking confirmation of Cetts identity. Most of the noblemen sat quietly—which should have been enough of a confirmation, in Vins mind.
"Hes not what I expected," Vin whispered to Breeze as the soldiers climbed up on the dais.
"Nobody told you he was crippled?" Breeze asked.
"Not just that," Vin said. "Hes not wearing a suit. " He had on a pair of trousers and a shirt, but instead of a noblemans suit coat, he was wearing a worn black jacket. "Plus, that beard. He couldnt have grown a beast like that in one year—he must have had it before the Collapse. "
"You only knew noblemen in Luthadel, Vin," Ham said. "The Final Empire was a big place, with a lot of different societies. Not everybody dresses like they do here. "
Breeze nodded. "Cett was the most powerful nobleman in his area, so he neednt worry about tradition and propriety. He did what he wished, and the local nobility pandered. There were a hundred different courts with a hundred different little Lord Rulers in the empire, each region having its own political dynamic. "
Vin turned back to the stage front. Cett sat in his chair, having yet to speak. Finally, Lord Penrod stood. "This is most unexpected, Lord Cett. "
"Good!" Cett said. "That was, after all, the point!"
"Do you wish to address the Assembly?"
"I thought I already was. "
Penrod cleared his throat, and Vins tin-enhanced ears heard a disparaging mutter from the noblemens section regarding "Western noblemen. "
"You have ten minutes, Lord Cett," Penrod said, sitting.
"Good," Cett said. "Because—unlike the boy over there—I intend to tell you exactly why you should make me king. "
"And that is?" one of the merchant Assemblymen asked.
"Because Ive got an army on your damn doorstep!" Cett said with a laugh.
The Assembly looked taken aback.
"A threat, Cett?" Elend asked calmly.
"No, Venture," Cett replied. "Just honesty—something you Central noblemen seem to avoid at all cost. A threat is only a promise turned around. What was it you told these people? That your mistress had her knife at Straffs throat? So, were you implying that if you werent elected, youd have your Mistborn withdraw, and let the city be destroyed?"
Elend flushed. "Of course not. "
"Of course not," Cett repeated. He had a loud voice—unapologetic, forceful. "Well, I dont pretend, and I dont hide. My army is here, and my intention is to take this city. However, Id much rather that you just give it to me. "
"You, sir, are a tyrant," Penrod said flatly.
"So?" Cett asked. "Im a tyrant with forty thousand soldiers. Thats twice what youve got guarding these walls. "
"Whats to stop us from simply taking you hostage?" asked one of the other noblemen. "You seem to have delivered yourself to us quite neatly. "
Cett bellowed a laugh. "If I dont return to my camp this evening, my army has orders to attack and raze the city immediately—no matter what! Theyll probably get destroyed by Venture afterward—but it wont matter to me, or to you, at that point! Well all be dead. "
The room fell silent.
"See, Venture?" Cett asked. "Threats work wonderfully. "
"You honestly expect us to make you our king?" Elend asked.
"Actually, I do," Cett said. "Look, with your twenty thousand added to my forty, we could easily hold these walls against Straff—we could even stop that army of koloss. "
Whispers began immediately, and Cett raised a bushy eyebrow, turning to Elend. "You didnt tell them about the koloss, did you?"
Elend didnt respond.
"Well, theyll know soon enough," Cett said. "Regardless, I dont see that you have any other option but to elect me. "
"Youre not an honorable man," Elend said simply. "The people expect more from their leaders. "
"Im not an honorable man?" Cett asked with amusement. "And you are? Let me ask you a direct question, Venture. During the proceedings of this meeting, have any of your Allomancers over there been Soothing members of the Assembly?"
Elend paused. His eyes glanced to the side, finding Breeze. Vin closed her eyes. No, Elend, dont—
"Yes, they have," Elend admitted.
Vin heard Tindwyl groan quietly.
"And," Cett continued, "can you honestly say that youve never doubted yourself? Never wondered if you were a good king?"
"I think every leader wonders these things," Elend said.
"Well, I havent," Cett said. "Ive always known I was meant to be in charge—and Ive always done the best job of making certain that I stayed in power. I know how to make myself strong, and that means I know how to make those who associate with me strong as well.
"Heres the deal. You give me the crown, and Ill take charge here. You all get to keep your titles—and those of the Assembly who dont have titles will get them. In addition, youll get to keep your heads—which is a far better deal than Straff would offer, I assure you.
"The people get to keep working, and Ill make certain that theyre fed this winter. Everything goes back to normal, the way it was before this insanity began a year back. The skaa work, the nobility administrates. "
"You think theyd go back to that?" Elend asked. "After all we fought for, you think I will simply let you force the people back into slavery?"
Cett smiled beneath his large beard. "I wasnt under the impression that the decision was yours, Elend Venture. "
Elend fell silent.
"I want to meet with each of you," Cett said to the Assemblymen. "If youll allow, I wish to move into Luthadel with some of my men. Say, a force of five thousand—enough to make me feel safe, but not to be of any real danger to you. Ill take up residence in one of the abandoned keep
s, and wait until your decision next week. During that time, Ill meet with each of you in turn and explain the. . . benefits that would come from choosing me as your king. "
"Bribes," Elend spat.
"Of course," Cett said. "Bribes for all of the people of this city—the foremost bribe being that of peace! Youre so fond of name-calling, Venture. Slaves, threats, honorable. Bribe is just a word. Looked at another way, a bribe is just a promise, turned on its head. " Cett smiled.
The group of Assemblymen was silent. "Shall we vote, then, on whether to let him enter the city?" Penrod asked.
"Five thousand is way too many," one of the skaa Assemblymen said.
"Agreed," Elend said. "Theres no way we can let that many foreign troops into Luthadel. "
"I dont like it at all," another said.
"What?" said Philen. "A monarch inside our city will be less dangerous than one outside, wouldnt you say? And besides, Cett has promised us all titles. "
This gave the group something to think about.
"Why not just give me the crown now?" Cett said. "Open your gates to my army. "
"You cant," Elend said immediately. "Not until there is a king—or unless you can get a unanimous vote right now. "
Vin smiled. Unanimous wouldnt happen in that case as long as Elend was on the Assembly.
"Bah," Cett said, but he obviously was smooth enough not to insult the legislative body further. "Let me take up residence in the city, then. "
Penrod nodded. "All in favor of allowing Lord Cett to take up residence inside with. . . say. . . a thousand troops?"
A full nineteen of the Assemblymen raised their hands. Elend was not one of them.
"It is done, then," Penrod said. "We adjourn for two weeks. "
This cant be happening, Elend thought. I thought maybe Penrod would provide a challenge, Philen a lesser one. But. . . one of the very tyrants who is threatening the city? How could they? How could they even consider his suggestion?
Elend stood, catching Penrods arm as he turned to walk off the dais. "Ferson," Elend said quietly, "this is insanity. "
"We have to consider the option, Elend. "
"Consider selling out the people of this city to a tyrant?"
Penrods face grew cold, and he shook Elends arm free. "Listen, lad," he said quietly. "You are a good man, but youve always been an idealist. Youve spent time in books and philosophy—Ive spent my life fighting politics with the members of the court. You know theories; I know people. "
He turned, nodding to the audience. "Look at them, lad. Theyre terrified. What good do your dreams do them when theyre starving? You talk of freedom and justice when two armies are preparing to slaughter their families. "
Penrod turned back to Elend, staring him in the eyes. "The Lord Rulers system wasnt perfect, but it kept these people safe. We dont even have that anymore. Your ideals cant face down armies. Cett might be a tyrant, but given the choice between him and Straff, Id have to choose Cett. Wed probably have given him the city weeks ago, if you hadnt stopped us. "