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Behind her was the stairwell. In front of her was a fine wooden wall set with a door—the inner apartments. Vin stepped forward quietly, mistcloak rustling as she Pulled four lamps off the brackets behind her. They whipped forward, and she sidestepped, letting them crash into the wall. Fire blossomed across splattered oil, billowing across the wall, the force of the lamps breaking the door on its hinges. She raised a hand, Pushing it fully open.
Fire dripped around her as she stepped into the room beyond. The richly decorated chamber was quiet, and eerily empty save for two figures. Cett sat in a simple wooden chair, bearded, sloppily dressed, and looking very, very tired. Cetts young son stepped in between Cett and Vin. The boy held a dueling cane.
So, which one is Mistborn?
The boy swung. Vin caught the weapon, then shoved the boy to the side. He crashed into the wooden wall, then slumped to the ground. Vin eyed him.
"Leave Gneorndin alone, woman," Cett said. "Do what you came to do. "
Vin turned toward the nobleman. She remembered her frustration, her rage, her cool, icy anger. She stepped forward and grabbed Cett by the front of his suit. "Fight me," she said, and tossed him backward.
He slammed against the back wall, then slumped to the ground. Vin prepared her atium, but he did not rise. He simply rolled to the side, coughing.
Vin walked over, pulling him up by one arm. He balled a fist, trying to strike her, but he was pathetically weak. She let the blows bounce off her side.
"Fight me," she commanded, tossing him to the side. He tumbled across the floor—head hitting hard—and came to rest against the burning wall, a trickle of blood running from his brow. He didnt rise.
Vin gritted her teeth, striding forward.
"Leave him alone!" The boy, Gneorndin, stumbled in front of Cett, raising his dueling cane in a wavering hand.
Vin paused, cocking her head. The boys brow was streaked with sweat, and he was unsteady on his feet. She looked into his eyes, and saw absolute terror therein. This boy was no Mistborn. Yet, he held his ground. Pathetically, hopelessly, he stood before the body of the fallen Cett.
"Step aside, son," Cett said in a tired voice. "There is nothing you can do here. "
The boy started to shake, then began to weep.
Tears, Vin thought, feeling an oddly surreal feeling cloud her mind. She reached up, surprised to find wet streaks on her own cheeks.
"You have no Mistborn," she whispered.
Cett had struggled to a half-reclining position, and he looked into her eyes.
"No Allomancers faced us this night," she said. "You used them all on the assassination attempt in the Assembly Hall?"
"The only Allomancers I had, I sent against you months ago," Cett said with a sigh. "They were all I ever had, my only hope of killing you. Even they werent from my family. My whole line has been corrupted by skaa blood—Allrianne is the only Allomancer to be born to us for centuries. "
"You came to Luthadel. . . "
"Because Straff would have come for me eventually," Cett said. "My best chance, lass, was to kill you early on. Thats why I sent them all against you. Failing that, I knew I had to try and take this damn city and its atium so I could buy myself some Allomancers. Didnt work. "
"You could have just offered us an alliance. "
Cett chuckled, pulling himself up to a sitting position. "It doesnt work that way in real politics. You take, or you get taken. Besides, Ive always been a gambling man. " He looked up at her, meeting her eyes. "Do what you came to," he repeated.
Vin shivered. She couldnt feel her tears. She could barely feel anything.
Why? Why cant I make sense of anything anymore?
The room began to shake. Vin spun, looking toward the back wall. The wood there quivered and spasmed like a dying animal. Nails began to pop, ripping backward through the paneling; then the entire wall burst away from Vin. Burning boards, splinters, nails, and shingles sprayed in the air, flying around a man in black. Zane stood sideways in the room beyond, death strewn at his feet, hands at his sides.
Red streamed from the tips of his fingers, running in a steady drip. He looked up through the burning remnants of the wall, smiling. Then he stepped toward Cetts room.
"No!" Vin said, dashing at him.
Zane paused, surprised. He stepped to the side, easily dodging Vin, walking toward Cett and the boy.
"Zane, leave them!" Vin said, turning toward him, Pushing herself in a skid across the room. She reached for his arm. The black fabric glistened wet with blood that was only his own.
Zane dodged. He turned toward her, curious. She reached for him, but he moved out of the way with supernatural ease, outstepping her like a master swordsman facing a young boy.
Atium, Vin thought. He probably burned it this entire time. But, he didnt need it to fight those men. . . they didnt have a chanee against us anyway.
"Please," she asked. "Leave them. "
Zane turned toward Cett, who sat expectant. The boy was at his side, trying to pull his father away.
Zane looked back at her, head cocked.
"Please," Vin repeated.
Zane frowned. "He still controls you, then," he said, sounding disappointed. "I thought, maybe, if you could fight and see just how powerful you were, youd shake yourself free of Elends grip. I guess I was wrong. "
Then he turned his back on Cett and walked out through the hole he had made. Vin followed quietly, feet crunching splinters of wood as she slowly withdrew, leaving a broken keep, shattered army, and humiliated lord behind.
But must not even a madman rely on his own mind, his own experience, rather than that of others?
44
IN THE COLD CALM OF morning, Breeze watched a very disheartening sight: Cetts army withdrawing.
Breeze shivered, breath puffing as he turned toward Clubs. Most people wouldnt have been able to read beyond the sneer on the squat generals face. But Breeze saw more: he saw the tension in the taut skin around Clubss eyes, he noticed the way that Clubs tapped his finger against the frosty stone wall. Clubs was not a nervous man. The motions meant something.
"This is it, then?" Breeze asked quietly.
Clubs nodded.
Breeze couldnt see it. There were still two armies out there; it was still a standoff. Yet, he trusted Clubss assessment. Or, rather, he trusted his own knowledge of people enough to trust his assessment of Clubs.
The general knew something he didnt.
"Kindly explain," Breeze said.
"Thisll end when Straff figures it out," Clubs said.
"Figures what out?"
"That those koloss will do his job for him, if he lets them. "
Breeze paused. Straff doesnt really care about the people in the city—he just wants to take it for the atium. And for the symbolic victory.
"If Straff pulls back. . . " Breeze said.
"Those koloss will attack," Clubs said with a nod. "Theyll slaughter everyone they find and generally make rubble out of the city. Then Straff can come back and find his atium once the koloss are done. "
"Assuming they leave, my dear man. "
Clubs shrugged. "Either way, hes better off. Straff will face one weakened enemy instead of two strong ones. "
Breeze felt a chill, and pulled his cloak closer. "You say that all so. . . straightforwardly. "
"We were dead the moment that first army got here, Breeze," Clubs said. "Were just good at stalling. "
Why in the name of the Lord Ruler do I spend my time with this man? Breeze thought. Hes nothing more than a pessimistic doomsayer. And yet, Breeze knew people. This time, Clubs wasnt exaggerating.
"Bloody hell," Breeze muttered.
Clubs just nodded, leaning against the wall and looking out at the disappearing army.
"Three hundred men," Ham said, standing in Elends study. "Or, at least, thats what our scouts say. "
"Thats not as bad as Id feared," Elend said. They stood in Elends study, the only other occupant being Spook, who sat lounging beside the table.
"El," Ham said, "Cett only had a thousand men with him here in Luthadel. That means that during Vins attack, Cett took thirty percent casualties in less than ten minutes. Even on a battlefield, most armies will break if they take thirty or forty percent casualties in the course of an entire days fighting. "
"Oh," Elend said, frowning.
Ham shook his head, sitting down, pouring himself something to drink. "I dont get it, El. Whyd she attack him?"
"Shes loony," Spook said.
Elend opened his mouth to counter that comment, but found it difficult to explain his feelings. "Im not sure why she did it," he finally admitted. "She did mention that she didnt believe those assassins at the Assembly came from my father. "
Ham shrugged. He looked. . . haggard. This wasnt his element, dealing with armies and worrying about the fate of kingdoms. He preferred to concern himself with smaller spheres.
Of course, Elend thought, Id just prefer to be in my chair, reading quietly. We do what we must.
"Any news of her yet?" Elend asked.
Spook shook his head. "Uncle Grumpy has the scouts searching the city, but so far nothing. "
"If Vin doesnt want to be found. . . " Ham said.
Elend began to pace. He couldnt keep still; he was beginning to think he must look like Jastes, wandering in circles, running his hand through his hair.
Be firm, he told himself. You can afford to seem worried, but you mustnt ever seem uncertain.
He continued to pace, though he slowed his step, and he didnt voice his concerns to Ham or Spook. What if Vin was wounded? What if Cett had killed her? Their scouts had seen very little of the attack the night before. Vin had definitely been involved, and there were conflicting reports that said shed been fighting another Mistborn. She had left the keep with one of the top floors in flames—and, for some reason, she had left Cett alive.
Since then, nobody had seen her.
Elend closed his eyes, pausing as he leaned a hand against the stone wall. Ive been ignoring her lately. Ive helped the city. . . but what good will it do to save Luthadel if I lose her? Its almost like I dont know her anymore.
Or did I ever know her in the first place?
It felt wrong to not have her with him. He had come to rely on her simple bluntness. He needed her genuine realism—her sheer sense of concreteness—to keep him grounded. He needed to hold her, so that he could know that there was something more important than theories and concepts.
He loved her.
"I dont know, El," Ham finally said. "I never thought that Vin would be a liability, but she had a hard youth. I remember once she exploded at the crew for little reason, yelling and screaming about her childhood. I. . . dont know that shes completely stable. "
Elend opened his eyes. "Shes stable, Ham," he said firmly. "And shes more capable than any of us. "
Ham frowned. "But—"
"She had a good reason for attacking Cett," Elend said. "I trust her. "
Ham and Spook exchanged glances, and Spook just shrugged.
"Its more than last night, El," Ham said. "Somethings not right with that girl—not just mentally, either. . . . "