The Well of Ascension

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  "That makes me more mysterious, right?"

  "Something like that," she said, snuggling up against him again.

  "Now, see, you dont understand how clever that is of me," he said. "If people cant tell when Im being an idiot and when Im being a genius, perhaps theyll assume my blunders are brilliant political maneuverings. "

  "As long as they dont mistake your actual brilliant moves for blunders. "

  "That shouldnt be difficult," Elend said. "I fear I have few enough of those for people to mistake. "

  Vin looked up with concern at the edge in his voice. He, however, smiled, shifting the topic. "So, OreSeur the dog. Will he still be able to go out with you at nights?"

  Vin shrugged. "I guess. I wasnt really planning on bringing him for a while. "

  "Id like it if you did take him," Elend said. "I worry about you out there, every night, pushing yourself so hard. "

  "I can handle it," Vin said. "Someone needs to watch over you. "

  "Yes," Elend said, "but who watches over you?"

  Kelsier. Even now, that was still her immediate reaction. Shed known him for less than a year, but that year had been the first in her life that she had felt protected.

  Kelsier was dead. She, like the rest of the world, had to live without him.

  "I know you were hurt when you fought those Allomancers the other night," Elend said. "It would be really nice for my psyche if I knew someone was with you. "

  "A kandras no bodyguard," Vin said.

  "I know," Elend said. "But theyre incredibly loyal—Ive never heard of one breaking Contract. Hell watch out for you. I worry about you, Vin. You wonder why I stay up so late, scribbling at my proposals? I cant sleep, knowing that you might be out there fighting—or, worse, lying somewhere in a street, dying because nobody was there to help you. "

  "I take OreSeur with me sometimes. "

  "Yes," Elend said, "but I know you find excuses to leave him behind. Kelsier bought you the services of an incredibly valuable servant. I cant understand why you work so hard to avoid him. "

  Vin closed her eyes. "Elend. He ate Kelsier. "

  "So?" Elend asked. "Kelsier was already dead. Besides, he himself gave that order. "

  Vin sighed, opening her eyes. "I just. . . dont trust that thing, Elend. The creature is unnatural. "

  "I know," Elend said. "My father always kept a kandra. But, OreSeur is something, at least. Please. Promise me youll take him with you. "

  "All right. But I dont think hes going to like the arrangement much either. He and I didnt get along very well even when he was playing Renoux, and I his niece. "

  Elend shrugged. "Hell hold to his Contract. Thats what is important. "

  "He holds to the Contract," Vin said, "but only grudgingly. I swear that he enjoys frustrating me. "

  Elend looked down at her. "Vin, kandra are excellent servants. They dont do things like that. "

  "No, Elend," Vin said. "Sazed was an excellent servant. He enjoyed being with people, helping them. I never felt that he resented me. OreSeur may do everything I command, but he doesnt like me; he never has. I can tell. "

  Elend sighed, rubbing her shoulder. "Dont you think you might be a little irrational? Theres no real reason to hate him so. "

  "Oh?" Vin asked. "Just like theres no reason you shouldnt get along with Dockson?"

  Elend paused. Then he sighed. "I guess you have a point," he said. He continued to rub Vins shoulder as he stared upward, toward the ceiling, contemplative.

  "What?" Vin asked.

  "Im not doing a very good job of this, am I?"

  "Dont be foolish," Vin said. "Youre a wonderful king. "

  "I might be a passable king, Vin, but Im not him. "

  "Who?"

  "Kelsier," Elend said quietly.

  "Elend, nobody expects you to be Kelsier. "

  "Oh?" he said. "Thats why Dockson doesnt like me. He hates noblemen; its obvious in the way that he talks, the way he acts. I dont know if I really blame him, considering the life hes known. Regardless, he doesnt think I should be king. He thinks that a skaa should be in my place—or, even better, Kelsier. They all think that. "

  "Thats nonsense, Elend. "

  "Really? And if Kelsier still lived, would I be king?"

  Vin paused.

  "You see? They accept me—the people, the merchants, even the noblemen. But in the back of their minds, they wish they had Kelsier instead. "

  "I dont wish that. "

  "Dont you?"

  Vin frowned. Then she sat up, turning so that she was kneeling over Elend in the reclined chair, their faces just inches apart. "Dont you ever wonder that, Elend. Kelsier was my teacher, but I didnt love him. Not like I love you. "

  Elend stared into her eyes, then nodded. Vin kissed him deeply, then snuggled down beside him again.

  "Why not?" Elend eventually asked.

  "Well, he was old, for one thing. "

  Elend chuckled. "I seem to recall you making fun of my age as well. "

  "Thats different," Vin said. "Youre only a few years older than me—Kelsier was ancient. "

  "Vin, thirty-eight is not ancient. "

  "Close enough. "

  Elend chuckled again, but she could tell that he wasnt satisfied. Why had she chosen Elend, rather than Kelsier? Kelsier had been the visionary, the hero, the Mistborn.

  "Kelsier was a great man," Vin said quietly as Elend began to stroke her hair. "But. . . there were things about him, Elend. Frightening things. He was intense, reckless, even a little bit cruel. Unforgiving. Hed slaughter people without guilt or concern, just because they upheld the Final Empire or worked for the Lord Ruler.

  "I could love him as a teacher and a friend. But I dont think I could ever love—not really love—a man like that. I dont blame him; he was of the streets, like me. When you struggle so hard for life, you grow strong—but you can grow harsh, too. His fault or not, Kelsier reminded me too much of men I. . . knew when I was younger. Kell was a far better person than they—he really could be kind, and he did sacrifice his life for the skaa. However, he was just so hard. "

  She closed her eyes, feeling Elends warmth. "You, Elend Venture, are a good man. A truly good man. "

  "Good men dont become legends," he said quietly.

  "Good men dont need to become legends. " She opened her eyes, looking up at him. "They just do whats right anyway. "

  Elend smiled. Then he kissed the top of her head and leaned back. They lay there for a time, in a room warm with sunlight, relaxing.

  "He saved my life, once," Elend finally said.

  "Who?" Vin asked with surprise. "Kelsier?"

  Elend nodded. "That day after Spook and OreSeur were captured, the day Kelsier died. There was a battle in the square when Ham and some soldiers tried to free the captives. "

  "I was there," Vin said. "Hiding with Breeze and Dox in one of the alleyways. "

  "Really?" Elend said, sounding a bit amused. "Because I came looking for you. I thought that theyd arrested you, along with OreSeur—he was pretending to be your uncle, then. I tried to get to the cages to rescue you. "

  "You did what? Elend, it was a battlefield in that square! There was an Inquisitor there, for the Lord Rulers sake!"

  "I know," Elend said, smiling faintly. "See, that Inquisitor is the one who tried to kill me. It had its axe raised and everything. And then. . . Kelsier was there. He smashed into the Inquisitor, throwing it to the ground. "

  "Probably just a coincidence," Vin said.

  "No," Elend said softly. "He meant it, Vin. He looked at me while he struggled with the Inquisitor, and I saw it in his eyes. Ive always wondered about that moment; everyone tells me that Kelsier hated the nobility even more than Dox does. "

  Vin paused. "He. . . started to change a little at the end, I think. "

  "
Change enough that hed risk himself to protect a random nobleman?"

  "He knew that I loved you," Vin said, smiling faintly. "I guess, in the end, that proved stronger than his hatred. "

  "I didnt realize. . . " He trailed off as Vin turned, hearing something. Footsteps approaching. She sat up, and a second later, Ham poked his head into the room. He paused when he saw Vin sitting in Elends lap, however.

  "Oh," Ham said. "Sorry. "

  "No, wait," Vin said. Ham poked his head back in, and Vin turned to Elend. "I almost forgot why I came looking for you in the first place. I got a new package from Terion today. "

  "Another one?" Elend asked. "Vin, when are you going to give this up?"

  "I cant afford to," she said.

  "It cant be all that important, can it?" he asked. "I mean, if everybodys forgotten what that last metal does, then it must not be very powerful. "

  "Either that," Vin said, "or it was so amazingly powerful that the Ministry worked very hard to keep it a secret. " She slid off of the chair to stand up, then took the pouch and thin bar out of her pocket. She handed the bar to Elend, who sat up in his plush chair.

  Silvery and reflective, the metal—like the aluminum from which it was made—felt too light to be real. Any Allomancer who accidentally burned aluminum had their other metal reserves stripped away from them, leaving them powerless. Aluminum had been kept secret by the Steel Ministry; Vin had only found out about it on the night when shed been captured by the Inquisitors, the same night shed killed the Lord Ruler.

  They had never been able to figure out the proper Allomantic alloy of aluminum. Allomantic metals always came in pairs—iron and steel, tin and pewter, copper and bronze, zinc and brass. Aluminum and. . . something. Something powerful, hopefully. Her atium was gone. She needed an edge.

  Elend sighed, handing back the bar. "The last time you tried to burn one of those it left you sick for two days, Vin. I was terrified. "

  "It cant kill me," Vin said. "Kelsier promised that burning a bad alloy would only make me sick. "

  Elend shook his head. "Even Kelsier was wrong on occasion, Vin. Didnt you say that he misunderstood how bronze worked?"

  Vin paused. Elends concern was so genuine that she felt herself being persuaded. However. . .

  When that army attacks, Elend is going to die. The citys skaa might survive—no ruler would be foolish enough to slaughter the people of such a productive city. The king, however, would be killed. She couldnt fight off an entire army, and she could do little to help with preparations.

  She did know Allomancy, however. The better she got at it, the better shed be able to protect the man she loved.

  "I have to try it, Elend," she said quietly. "Clubs says that Straff wont attack for a few days—hell need that long to rest his men from the march and scout the city for attack. That means I cant wait. If this metal does make me sick, Ill be better in time to help fight—but only if I try it now. "