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"You were right about the Lord Ruler, Sazed," Tindwyl said. "Perhaps the others would have followed you if you had been just a little more. . . insistent. "
Sazed shook his head. "I am not a man from one of your biographies, Tindwyl. I am not even, really, a man. "
"You are a better man than they, Sazed," Tindwyl said quietly. "The frustrating part is, Ive never been able to figure out why. "
They fell silent. Sazed rose and walked to the window, opening the shutters, letting in the light. Then he extinguished the rooms lamp.
"I will leave today," Tindwyl said.
"Leave?" Sazed asked. "The armies might not let you pass. "
"I wasnt going to pass them, Sazed. I plan to visit them. I have given knowledge to young Lord Venture; I need to offer the same aid to his opponents. "
"Ah," Sazed said. "I see. I should have realized this. "
"I doubt they will listen as he has," Tindwyl said, a hint of fondness slipping into her voice. "Venture is a fine man. "
"A fine king," Sazed said.
Tindwyl didnt respond. She looked at the table, with its scattered notations, each drawn from one or another of their copperminds, scribbled in haste, then shown and reread.
What was this night, then? This night of study, this night sharing thoughts and discoveries?
She was still beautiful. Auburn hair graying, but kept long and straight. Face marked by a lifetime of hardship that had not broken her. And eyes. . . keen eyes, with the knowledge and love of learning that only a Keeper could claim.
I should not consider these things, Sazed thought again. There is no purpose to them. There never was. "You must go, then," he said, turning.
"Again, you refuse to argue," she said.
"What would be the point of argument? You are a wise and determined person. You must be guided by your own conscience. "
"Sometimes, people only seem determined upon one course because they have been offered no other options. "
Sazed turned toward her. The room was quiet, the only sounds coming from the courtyard below. Tindwyl sat half in sunlight, her bright robes slowly growing more illuminated as the shadows fell away. She seemed to be implying something, something he had not expected to ever hear from her.
"I am confused," he said, sitting back down in a slow motion. "What of your duty as a Keeper?"
"It is important," she admitted. "But. . . certain, occasional exceptions must be allowed. This rubbing you found. . . well, perhaps it merits further study before I depart. "
Sazed watched her, trying to read her eyes. What is it I feel? he wondered. Confused? Dumbfounded?
Afraid?
"I cannot be what you wish, Tindwyl," he said. "I am not a man. "
She waved her hand indifferently. "I have had more than enough of men and childbearing over the years, Sazed. I have done my duty to the Terris people. I should like to stay away from them for a time, I think. A part of me resents them, for what was done to me. "
He opened his mouth to speak, but she held up a hand. "I know, Sazed. I took that duty upon myself, and am glad for my service. But. . . during the years spent alone, meeting with the Keepers only on occasion, I found it frustrating that all their planning seemed to be directed at maintaining their status as a conquered people.
"I only ever saw one man pushing the Synod toward active measures. While they planned how to keep themselves hidden, one man wanted to attack. While they decided the best ways to foil the Breeders, one man wanted to plot the downfall of the Final Empire. When I rejoined my people, I found that man still fighting. Alone. Condemned for fraternizing with thieves and rebels, he quietly accepted his punishment. "
She smiled. "That man went on to free us all. "
She took his hand. Sazed sat, astonished.
"The men I read about, Sazed," Tindwyl said quietly, "these were not men who sat and planned the best ways to hide. They fought; they sought victory. Sometimes, they were reckless—and other men called them fools. Yet, when the dice were cast and the bodies counted, they were men who changed things. "
Sunlight entered the room in full, and she sat, cupping his hand in hers. She seemed. . . anxious. Had he ever seen that emotion in her? She was strong, the strongest woman he knew. That couldnt possibly be apprehension he saw in her eyes.
"Give me an excuse, Sazed," she whispered.
"I should. . . very much like it if you stayed," Sazed said, one hand in hers, the other resting on the tabletop, fingers trembling slightly.
Tindwyl raised an eyebrow.
"Stay," Sazed said. "Please. "
Tindwyl smiled. "Very well—you have persuaded me. Let us return to our studies, then. "
Elend walked the top of the city wall in the morning light, sword at his hip clicking against the side of the stonework with each step.
"You almost look like a king," a voice noted.
Elend turned as Ham climbed the last few steps up to the wall walk. The air was brisk, frost still crystalline in shadows on the stone. Winter was approaching. Perhaps it had arrived. Yet, Ham wore no cloak—only his usual vest, trousers, and sandals.
I wonder if he even knows what it is like to be cold, Elend thought. Pewter. Such an amazing talent.
"You say I nearly look like a king," Elend said, turning to continue walking along the wall as Ham joined him. "I guess Tindwyls clothing has done wonders for my image. "
"I didnt mean the clothing," Ham said. "I was talking about that look on your face. How long have you been up here?"
"Hours," Elend said. "How did you find me?"
"The soldiers," Ham said. "Theyre starting to see you as a commander, Elend. They watch where you are; they stand a little straighter when youre around, polish their weapons if they know youll be stopping by. "
"I thought you didnt spend much time with them," Elend said.
"Oh, I never said that," Ham said. "I spend lots of time with the soldiers—I just cant be intimidating enough to be their commander. Kelsier always wanted me to be a general—I think, deep down, he thought that befriending people was inferior to leading them. Perhaps he was right; men need leaders. I just dont want to be one of them. "
"I do," Elend said, surprised to hear himself say so.
Ham shrugged. "Thats probably a good thing. You are, after all, king. "
"Kind of," Elend said.
"Youre still wearing the crown. "
Elend nodded. "It felt wrong to go without it. It sounds silly, I know—I only wore it for a short time. But, people need to know that someone is still in charge. For a few more days at least. "
They continued to walk. In the distance, Elend could see a shadow upon the land: the third army had finally arrived in the wake of the refugees it had sent. Their scouts werent certain why the koloss force had taken so long to get to Luthadel. The villagers sad tale, however, gave some clue.
The koloss had not attacked Straff or Cett. They lay waiting. Apparently, Jastes had enough control over them to keep them in check. And so they joined the siege, another beast waiting for the opportunity to spring on Luthadel.
When you cant have both freedom and safety, which do you choose. . . ?
"You seem surprised to realize that you want to be in charge," Ham said.
"I just havent ever voiced the desire before," Elend said. "It sounds so arrogant, when I actually say it. I want to be king. I dont want another man to take my place. Not Penrod, not Cett. . . not anyone. The position is mine. This city is mine. "
"I dont know if arrogant is the right word, El," Ham said. "Why do you want to be king?"
"To protect this people," Elend said. "To guard their safety—and their rights. But, also to make certain that the noblemen dont end up on the wrong end of another rebellion. "
"Thats not arrogance. "
"It is, Ham," Elend said. "But its an understandable arr
ogance. I dont think a man could lead without it. Actually, I think its what Ive been missing through most of my reign. Arrogance. "
"Self-confidence. "
"A nicer word for the same concept," Elend said. "I can do a better job for this people than another man could. I just have to find a way to prove that fact to them. "
"You will. "
"Youre an optimist, Ham," Elend said.
"So are you," Ham noted.
Elend smiled. "True. But this job is changing me. "
"Well, if you want to keep the job, we should probably get back to studying. We only have one day left. "
Elend shook his head. "Ive read all I can, Ham. I will not take advantage of the law, so theres no reason to search for loopholes, and studying other books looking for inspiration just isnt working. I need time to think. Time to walk. . . . "
They continued to do so. As they did, Elend noticed something out in the distance. A group of enemy soldiers doing something he couldnt distinguish. He waved over one of his men.
"What is that?" he asked.
The soldier shaded his eyes, looking. "Looks like another skirmish between Cetts men and Straffs, Your Majesty. "
Elend raised an eyebrow. "That happens often?"
The soldier shrugged. "More and more often, lately. Usually the scouting patrols run afoul of each other and get into a conflict. Leave a few bodies behind when they retreat. Nothing big, Your Majesty. "
Elend nodded, dismissing the man. Big enough, he thought to himself. Those armies must be as tense as we are. The soldiers cant enjoy remaining so long in a siege, particularly with the winter weather.
They were close. The arrival of the koloss would only cause more chaos. If he shoved right, Straff and Cett would be pushed into a head-on battle. I just need a little more time! he thought, continuing to walk, Ham at his side.
Yet, first he needed to get his throne back. Without that authority, he was nothing—and could do nothing.
The problem gnawed at his mind. As the walk continued, however, something distracted him—this time, something inside the walls rather than outside of them. Ham was right—the soldiers did stand a little taller when Elend approached their posts. They saluted him, and he nodded to them, walking with hand on pommel, as Tindwyl had instructed.
If I do keep my throne, I owe it to that woman, he thought. Of course, shed chastise him for that thought. She would tell him that he kept his throne because he deserved to—because he was king. In changing himself, he had simply used the resources at hand to overcome his challenges.
He wasnt certain if hed ever be able to see things that way. But, her final lesson to him the day before—he somehow knew that it was her last—had taught him only one new concept: that there was no one mold for kingship. He would not be like the kings of the past, any more than he would be like Kelsier.
He would be Elend Venture. His roots were in philosophy, so he would be remembered as a scholar. Hed best use that to his advantage, or he wouldnt be remembered at all. No kings could admit their weaknesses, but they were certainly wise to admit their strengths.
And what are my strengths? he thought. Why should I be the one who rules this city, and those around it?