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"Grand" was correct. They stood on a ledge near the ceiling of the cavern, and a vast chamber extended out below. Sazed could see row upon row of shelves lining the cavern floor.
"I think we should set up our base here, Sazed," Spook said, moving toward stairs that led down to the cavern floor. "Its the only defensible place in the city. If we move our troops into the building above, we can use this cavern for supplies—and can even fall back in here in an emergency. We could defend this even against a determined assault. "
Sazed turned, regarding the stone doorway into the chamber. It was small enough that only one man could pass through at a time—which meant that it would be very easy to guard. And, there was probably a way to shut it again.
"Suddenly I feel a whole lot safer in this city," Breeze noted.
Sazed nodded. He turned, regarding the cavern again. In the distance, he could hear something. "Is that water?"
Spook was moving down steps. Again, his voice echoed hauntingly in the chamber. "Each cache has a specialty—something it contains more of than all the others. "
Sazed moved down the steps as Goradels soldiers entered the chamber behind Breeze. Though the soldiers had brought more lanterns, Breeze and Allrianne stuck close to Sazed as they descended.
Soon, Sazed realized he could see something sparkling in the distance. He held the lantern high, pausing on the steps as he saw that some of the darkness in the distance was too flat to be part of the cavern floor.
Breeze whistled quietly as they studied the enormous underground lake. "Well," he noted, "I guess now we know where all the water from those canals went. "
Originally, men assumed that Rasheks persecution of the Terris religion came from hatred. Yet, now that we know that Rashek was himself a Terrisman, his destruction of that religion seems odd. I suspect it had something to do with the prophecies about the Hero of Ages. Rashek knew that Preservations power would eventually return to the Well of Ascension. If the Terris religion had been allowed to survive, then perhaps—someday—a person would find their way to the Well and take up the power, then use it to defeat Rashek and overthrow his empire. So, he obscured know1ledge of the Hero and what he was supposed to do, hoping to keep the secret of the Well to himself.
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"YOURE NOT GOING TO TRY AND TALK me out of this?" Elend asked, amused.
Ham and Cett shared a look.
"Why would we do that, El?" Ham asked, standing at the front of the boat. In the distance, the sun was setting, and the mists had already begun to gather. The boat rocked quietly, and soldiers milled about on the shore, preparing for night. One week had passed since Vins initial scouting of Fadrex, and she still hadnt managed to sneak into the storage cache.
The night of the next ball had arrived, and Elend and Vin were planning to attend.
"Well, I can think of a couple of reasons why you might object," Elend said, counting them off on his fingers. "First, it isnt wise to expose me to potential capture. Second, by revealing myself at the party, Ill show that Im Mistborn, confirming rumors that Yomen may not believe. Third, Ill be putting both of our Mistborn in the same place, where they can be easily attacked—that cant be a good idea. Finally, theres the fact that going to a ball in the middle of a war is just plain crazy. "
Ham shrugged, leaning with one elbow against the deck railing. "This isnt so different from when you entered your fathers camp during the siege of Luthadel. Except you werent Mistborn then, and you werent in such a position of political power. Yomen would be crazy to make a move against you—he has to know that if youre in the same room with him, hes in mortal danger himself. "
"Hell run," Cett said from his seat. "This party will end the moment you arrive. "
"No," Elend said, "I dont think it will. " He glanced back toward their cabin. Vin was still getting ready—shed had the camp tailors modify one of the cooking girls dresses. Elend was worried. No matter how good the dress turned out to be, it would look out of place compared to the lavish ball gowns.
He turned back to Cett and Ham. "I dont think Yomen will run. He has to know that if Vin wanted to kill him, shed attack his palace in secret. Hes trying very hard to pretend that nothing has changed since the Lord Ruler disappeared. When we show up at the ball, it will make him think that were willing to pretend with him. Hell stay and see if he can gain some advantage by meeting with us on his terms. "
"The mans a fool," Cett said. "I cant believe hed want to go back to the way things were. "
"At least hes trying to give his subjects what they want. Thats where you went wrong, Cett. You lost your kingdom the moment you left because you didnt care to try pleasing anyone. "
"A king doesnt have to please anyone," Cett snapped. "Hes the one with the army—that means other people have to please him. "
"Actually," Ham said, rubbing his chin, "that theory cant be true. A king has to please somebody—after all, even if he intended to force everyone to do what he said, hed still have to at least please his army. But then, I guess if the army is pleased simply by being allowed to push people around, you might have an argument . . . "
Ham trailed off, looking thoughtful, and Cett scowled. "Does everything have to be some damn logic puzzle to you?" he demanded. Ham just continued to rub his chin.
Elend smiled, glancing at his cabin 1again. It was good to hear Ham acting like himself. Cett protested Hams comments almost as much as Breeze did. In fact . . . Maybe thats why Ham hasnt been quite so prone to his little logic puzzles lately, Elend thought. There hasnt been anyone around to complain about them.
"So, Elend . . . " Cett said. "If you die, Im in charge, right?"
"Vin will take command if something happens to me," Elend said. "You know that. "
"Right," Cett said. "And if both of you die?"
"Sazed is next in the imperial succession after Vin, Cett. Weve discussed that. "
"Yes, but what about this army?" Cett said. "Sazed is off in Urteau. Who leads these men until we meet up with him?"
Elend sighed. "If, somehow, Yomen manages to kill both Vin and myself, then I suggest that you run—because yes, youd be in charge here, and the Mistborn who killed us is likely to come for you next. "
Cett smiled in satisfaction, though Ham frowned at this.
"Youve never wanted titles, Ham," Elend pointed out. "And youve chafed at every leadership position Ive given you. "
"I know," he said. "But what about Demoux?"
"Cett has more experience," Elend said. "Hes a better man than he pretends, Ham. I trust him. That will have to be enough for you. Cett, if things turn bad, I charge you with returning to Luthadel and searching out Sazed to tell him that hes emperor. Now, I think that—"
Elend paused as the door to his cabin opened. He turned, putting on his best consoling smile, then froze.
Vin stood in the doorway wearing a stunning black gown with silver trim, cut after a modern fashion. Somehow, it managed to look sleek despite the bell-shaped skirt, which fanned out with petticoats. Her pure black hair, which she often wore pulled back in a tail, was down, and it now reached to her collarbone, neatly trimmed and curling just slightly. The only jewelry she wore was her simple earring, the one shed gotten from her mother when she was just a child.
He always thought she was beautiful. And yet . . . how long had it been since hed seen her in a gown, with her hair and makeup done? He tried to say something, give her a compliment, but his voice just kind of trailed off.
She walked over on light feet, kissing him briefly. "Ill take that as an indication that I managed to put this thing on right. Id forgotten what a pain gowns could be. And the makeup! Honestly, Elend, youre never allowed to complain about those suits of yours again. "
Beside them, Ham was chuckling. Vin turned. "What?"
"Ah, Vin," Ham said, leaning back and folding his muscular arms, "when did you go and grow up on me? It seems li
ke just last week you were scrambling about, hiding in corners, wearing the haircut of a boy and the attitude of a mouse. "
Vin smiled fondly. "Do you remember when we first met? You thought I was a twixt. "
Ham nodded. "Breeze nearly fainted dead away when he found wed been talking with a Mistborn all that time! Honestly, Vin. Sometimes I cant believe that you were that same frightened girl Kelsier brought into the crew. "
"It has been five years, Ham. Im twenty-one now. "
"I know," Ham said, sighing. "Youre like my o1wn children, adults before I had time to know them as kids. In fact, I probably know you and El better than I know any of them . . . "
"Youll get back to them, Ham," Vin said, reaching over and laying a hand on his shoulder. "Once this is all over. "
"Oh, I know that," he said, smiling, ever the optimist. "But, you can never have back what youve missed. I hope all this turns out to be worth it. "
Elend shook his head, finally finding his voice. "I have only one thing to say. If that dress is what the cooking girls are wearing, Im paying them far too much. "
Vin laughed.
"Seriously, Vin," Elend said. "The armys tailors are good, but theres no way that dress came from materials we had in camp. Where did you get it?"
"Its a mystery," Vin said, narrowing her eyes and smiling. "We Mistborn are incredibly mysterious. "
Elend paused. "Um . . . Im Mistborn too, Vin. That doesnt make any sense. "
"We Mistborn need not make sense," Vin said. "Its beneath us. Come on—the suns already down. We need to get moving. "
"Have fun dancing with our enemies," Ham said as Vin hopped from the boat, then Pushed herself up through the mists. Elend waved farewell, Pushing himself into the air as well. As he shot away, his tin-enhanced ears heard Hams voice talking to Cett.
"So . . . you cant go anywhere unless someone carries you, right?" the Thug asked.
Cett grunted.
"Well then," Ham said, sounding very pleased. "Ive got quite a number of philosophical puzzles you might enjoy. . . . "
Allomantic jumping was not easy when one was wearing a ball gown. Every time Vin started to descend, the bottom of the dress flared up around her, ruffling and flapping like a flock of startled birds.
Vin wasnt particularly worried about showing off what was under the dress. Not only was it too dark for most people to see, but she wore leggings beneath the petticoats. Unfortunately, flapping dresses—and the drag they created in the air—made steering a jump much more difficult. They also made a lot of noise. She wondered what the guards thought as she passed over the rocky shelves that were the natural city walls. To her ear, she sounded like a dozen waving flags, beating against themselves in the middle of a windstorm.
She finally slowed, aiming for a rooftop that had been cleared of ash. She hit lightly, bouncing up and spinning, dress flaring, before landing and waiting for Elend. He followed, landing less smoothly with a hard thump and a grunt. It wasnt that he was bad at Pushing and Pulling—he just hadnt had as much practice as Vin. Shed probably been much like him during her first years as an Allomancer.