The Hero of Ages

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  Ruthlessness is the very most practical of emotions, Reens voice whispered. She ignored it. "Youve been listening to Cett too much. "

  "Perhaps," Elend said. "Yet, his is a logic I find difficult to ignore. I grew up as an idealist, Vin—we both know thats true. Cett provides a kind of balance. The things he says are much like what Tindwyl used to say. "

  He paused, shaking his head. "Just a short time ago, I was talking with Cett about Allomantic Snapping. Do you know what the noble houses did to ensure that they found the Allomancers among their children?"

  "They had them beaten," Vin whispered. A persons Allomantic powers were always latent until something traumatic brought them out. A person had to be brought to the brink of death and survive—only then would their powers be awakened. It was called Snapping.

  Elend nodded. "It was one of the great, dirty secrets of so-called noble life. Families often lost children to the beatings—those beatings had to be brutal for them to evoke1 Allomantic abilities. Each house was different, but they generally specified an age before adolescence. When a boy or girl hit that age, they were taken and beaten near to death. "

  Vin shivered slightly.

  "I vividly remember mine," Elend said. "Father didnt beat me himself, but he did watch. The saddest thing about the beatings was that most of them were pointless. Only a handful of children, even noble children, became Allomancers. I didnt. I was beaten for nothing. "

  "You stopped those beatings, Elend," Vin said softly. He had drafted a bill soon after becoming king. A person could choose to undergo a supervised beating when they came of age, but Elend had stopped it from happening to children.

  "And I was wrong," Elend said softly.

  Vin looked up.

  "Allomancers are our most powerful resource, Vin," Elend said, looking out over the marching soldiers. "Cett lost his kingdom, nearly his life, because he couldnt marshal enough Allomancers to protect him. And I made it illegal to search out Allomancers in my population. "

  "Elend, you stopped the beating of children. "

  "And if those beatings could save lives?" Elend asked. "Like exposing my soldiers could save lives? What about Kelsier? He only gained his powers as a Mistborn after he was trapped in the Pits of Hathsin. What would have happened if hed been beaten properly as a child? He would always have been Mistborn. He could have saved his wife. "

  "And then wouldnt have had the courage or motivation to overthrow the Final Empire. "

  "And is what we have any better?" Elend asked. "The longer Ive held this throne, Vin, the more Ive come to realize that some of the things the Lord Ruler did werent evil, but simply effective. Right or wrong, he maintained order in his kingdom. "

  Vin looked up, catching his eyes, forcing him to look down at her. "I dont like this hardness in you, Elend. "

  He looked out over the blackened canal waters. "It doesnt control me, Vin. I dont agree with most of the things the Lord Ruler did. Im just coming to understand him—and that understanding worries me. " She saw questions in his eyes, but also strengths. He looked down and met her eyes. "I can hold this throne only because I know that at one point, I was willing to give it up in the name of what was right. If I ever lose that, Vin, you need to tell me. All right?"

  Vin nodded.

  Elend looked back at the horizon again. What is it he hopes to see? Vin thought.

  "There has to be a balance, Vin," he said. "Somehow, well find it. The balance between whom we wish to be and whom we need to be. " He sighed. "But for now," he said, nodding to the side, "we simply have to be satisfied with who we are. "

  Vin glanced to the side as a small courier skiff from one of the other narrowboats pulled up alongside theirs. A man in simple brown robes stood upon it. He wore large spectacles, as if attempting to obscure the intricate Ministry tattoos around his eyes, and he was smiling happily.

  Vin smiled herself. Once, she had thought that a happy obligator was always a bad sign. That was before shed known Noorden. Even during the days of the Lord Ruler, the contented scholar had probably lived most of his life in his own little world. He provided a strange proof that even in the confines of what had once b1een—in her opinion—the most evil organization in the empire, one could find good men.

  "Your Excellency," Noorden said, stepping off of the skiff and bowing. A couple of assistant scribes joined him on the deck, lugging books and ledgers.

  "Noorden," Elend said, joining the man on the foredeck. Vin followed. "You have done the counts I asked?"

  "Yes, Your Excellency," Noorden said as an aide opened up a ledger on a pile of boxes. "I must say, this was a difficult task, what with the army moving about and the like. "

  "Im certain you were thorough as always, Noorden," Elend said. He glanced at the ledger, which seemed to make sense to him, though all Vin saw was a bunch of random numbers.

  "Whats it say?" she asked.

  "It lists the number of sick and dead," Elend said. "Of our thirty-eight thousand, nearly six thousand were taken by the sickness. We lost about five hundred and fifty. "

  "Including one of my own scribes," Noorden said, shaking his head.

  Vin frowned. Not at the death, at something else, something itching at her mind . . .

  "Fewer dead than expected," Elend said, pulling thoughtfully at his beard.

  "Yes, Your Excellency," Noorden said. "I guess these soldier types are more rugged than the average skaa population. The sickness, whatever it is, didnt strike them as hard. "

  "How do you know?" Vin asked, looking up. "How do you know how many should have died?"

  "Previous experience, my lady," Noorden said in his chatty way. "Weve been tracking these deaths with some interest. Since the disease is new, were trying to determine exactly what causes it. Perhaps that will lead us to a way to treat it. Ive had my scribes reading what we can, trying to find clues of other diseases like this. It seems a little like the shakewelts, though thats usually brought on by—"

  "Noorden," Vin said, frowning. "You have figures then? Exact numbers?"

  "Thats what His Excellency asked for, my lady. "

  "How many fell sick to the disease?" Vin asked. "Exactly?"

  "Well, let me see . . . " Noorden said, shooing his scribe away and checking the ledger. "Five thousand two hundred and forty-three. "

  "What percentage of the soldiers is that?" Vin asked.

  Noorden paused, then waved over a scribe and did some calculations. "About thirteen and a half percent, my lady," he finally said, adjusting his spectacles.

  Vin frowned. "Did you include the men who died in your calculations?"

  "Actually, no," Noorden said.

  "And which total did you use?" Vin asked. "The total number of men in the army, or the total number who hadnt been in the mists before?"

  "The first. "

  "Do you have a count for the second number?" Vin asked.

  "Yes, my lady," Noorden said. "The emperor wanted an accurate count of which soldiers would be affected. "

  "Use that number instead," Vin said, glancing at Elend. He seemed interested.

  "What is this about, Vin?" he asked as Noorden and his 1men worked.

  "Im . . . not sure," Vin said.

  "Numbers are important for generalizations," Elend said. "But I dont see how . . . " He trailed off as Noorden looked up from his calculations, then cocked his head, saying something softly to himself.

  "What?" Vin asked.

  "Im sorry, my lady," Noorden said. "I was just a bit surprised. The calculation came out to be exact—precisely sixteen percent of the soldiers fell sick. To the man. "

  "A coincidence, Noorden," Elend said. "It isnt that remarkable for calculations to come out exact. "

  Ash blew across the deck. "No," Noorden said, "no, you are right, Your Excellency. A simple coincidence. "

  "Chec
k your ledgers," Vin said. "Find percentages based on other groups of people who have caught this disease. "

  "Vin," Elend said, "Im no statistician, but I have worked with numbers in my research. Sometimes, natural phenomena produce seemingly odd results, but the chaos of statistics actually results in normalization. It might appear strange that our numbers broke down to an exact percentage, but thats just the way that statistics work. "

  "Sixteen," Noorden said. He looked up. "Another exact percentage. "

  Elend frowned, stepping over to the ledger.

  "This third one here isnt exact," Noorden said, "but thats only because the base number isnt a multiple of twenty-five. A fraction of a person cant really become sick, after all. Yet, the sickness in this population here is within a single person of being exactly sixteen percent. "

  Elend knelt down, heedless of the ash that had dusted the deck since it had last been swept. Vin looked over his shoulder, scanning the numbers.

  "It doesnt matter how old the average member of the population is," Noorden said, scribbling. "Nor does it matter where they live. Each one shows the exact same percentage of people falling sick. "

  "How could we have not noticed this before?" Elend asked.

  "Well, we did, after a fashion," Noorden said. "We knew that about four in twenty-five caught the sickness. However, I hadnt realized how exact the numbers were. This is indeed odd, Your Excellency. I know of no other disease that works this way. Look, heres an entry where a hundred scouts were sent into the mists, and precisely sixteen of them fell sick!"

  Elend looked troubled.

  "What?" Vin asked.

  "This is wrong, Vin," Elend said. "Very wrong. "

  "Its like the chaos of normal random statistics has broken down," Noorden said. "A population should never react this precisely—there should be a curve of probability, with smaller populations reflecting the expected percentages least accurately. "

  "At the very least," Elend said, "the sickness should affect the elderly in different ratios from the healthy. "

  "In a way, it does," Noorden said as one of his assistants handed him a paper with further calculations. "The deaths respond that way, as we would expect. But, the total number who fall sick is always sixteen percent! Weve been paying so much attention to how many died, we didnt notice how unnatural the percentages of those stricken were. "

  Elend stood. "Check on this, Noorden," he said, gesturing toward the ledger. "Do interviews, make certain the data hasnt been changed by Ruin, and find out if this trend holds. We cant jump to conclusions with only four or five examples. It could all just be a large coincidence. "

  "Yes, Your Excellency," Noorden said, looking a bit shaken. "But . . . what if its not a coincidence? What does it mean?"

  "I dont know," Elend said.

  It means consequence, Vin thought. It means that there are laws, even if we dont understand them.