The Hero of Ages

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  Vin crept a little closer. "Why do I recognize you?"

  "Im a friend of your husband," the nobleman said.

  "Telden," Vin said, placing him. "Telden Hasting. "

  Telden nodded. She had seen him at the ball a few weeks back, the first one they had attended. But, shed known him from somepla1ce earlier than that. Hed been one of Elends friends in Luthadel, before the Collapse.

  Warily, Vin took the offered seat, trying to figure out Yomens game. Did he think she wouldnt kill Telden, just because hed been Elends friend?

  Telden lounged in his chair, somewhat less proper than the average nobleman. He waved a worker forward, and the man presented two bottles. "Wine," Telden said. "One is pure, the other contains an extremely powerful sedative. "

  Vin raised an eyebrow. "This is to be some sort of guessing game?"

  "Hardly," Telden said, opening one of the bottles. "Im far too thirsty—and from what I hear, youre not the type who possesses an excessive amount of patience for games. "

  Vin cocked her head as Telden accepted two cups from a servant, then poured some of the ruby wine into each. As she watched, she realized why he was so disarming. He reminded her of Elend—the old, carefree Elend. From what she could tell, this Telden was genuinely still like that.

  I have to grant Yomen that much, she thought. His city may not be perfect, but he has created a place where men like Telden can retain some of their innocence.

  Telden took a drink of his wine, proffering the other cup to Vin. She slid one of her knives into her sheath, then took the cup. She didnt drink—and had no intention of doing so.

  "This is the wine without the sedative," Telden said. "Good vintage, too. Yomen is a true gentleman—if hes going to send one of his friends down into a pit to die, hell at least provide them with expensive wine to soften the blow. "

  "Im supposed to believe that youre here to be imprisoned too?" Vin asked flatly.

  "Of course not," Telden said. "Though many consider my mission to be hopeless. "

  "And that mission is?"

  "To get you to drink some of the drugged wine, so that you can be safely transported up above. "

  Vin snorted.

  "I see that you agree with my detractors," Telden said.

  "You just gave yourself away," Vin said. "You just said that Im supposed to drink the wine and fall unconscious. That means you have a way to signal to those above that Ive been dealt with, so they can remove the stone and let you out. You have the power to free us. And I have the power to make you do as I wish. "

  "Emotional Allomancy cannot control me to that extent," Telden said. "Im no Allomancer, but I do know something of it. I suspect that youre manipulating my emotions right now, actually—which really isnt necessary, since Im being completely frank with you. "

  "I dont need Allomancy to make you talk," Vin said, glancing down at the knife she still had in her other hand.

  Telden laughed. "You think that King Yomen—yes, hes up above—wont be able to tell if Im speaking under duress? I have no doubt that youd be able to break me, but Im not going to betray my word simply on threats, so youd have to cut off a few fingers or something before Id do as you ask. Im pretty certain that Yomen and the others would hear me screaming. "

  "I could kill the servants," Vin said. "One at a time, until you agree to tell Yomen that Im unconscious and have him open the door. "

  Telden smiled. "You think t1hat Id care if you kill them?"

  "Youre one of Elends friends," Vin said. "You were one of those who talked philosophy with him. "

  "Philosophy," Telden said, "and politics. Elend, however, was the only one of us interested in the skaa. I assure you, the rest of us really didnt understand where he got such a fascination with them. " He shrugged. "However, Im not a heartless man. If you kill enough of them, perhaps I would break down and do as you ask. Might as well get started, then. "

  Vin glanced at the servants. They seemed terrified of her, and Teldens words didnt help. After a few moments of silence, Telden chuckled.

  "You are Elends wife," he noted. "Yomen is aware of this, you see. He was mostly convinced that you wouldnt kill any of us, despite your rather fearsome reputation. From what we hear, you have a habit of killing kings and gods, perhaps the occasional soldier. Skaa servants, however . . . "

  Vin looked away from the servants, but didnt meet Teldens eyes, fearing that hed see confirmation in them. He was wrong about her—she would kill those servants if she thought it would get her out. However, she was uncertain. If Yomen heard screams, he wouldnt be likely to open the trapdoor, and Vin would have slaughtered innocents for no reason.

  "So," Telden said, finishing off his wine. "We are at a stalemate. We assume that youre running low on food down here, unless youve found a way to open those cans. Even if you have, theres nothing you can do down here to help up above. My guess is that unless you take the wine, well all end up starving to death in this cavern. "

  Vin sat back in her chair. There has to be a way out—a chance to exploit this.

  However, it was incredibly unlikely that shed be able to break through that door above. She could maybe use duralumin and steel to Push her way through. However, her steel and pewter would be gone, and she was out of metal vials.

  Teldens words, unfortunately, held a great deal of truth. Even if Vin could survive in the cavern, shed be stagnant and useless. The siege would continue up above—she didnt even know how that was going—and the world would continue to die by Ruins machinations.

  She needed to get out of the cavern. Even if that meant being put into Yomens hands. She eyed the bottle of drugged wine.

  Damn, She thought. That obligator is far cleverer than we expected. The wine would certainly have been prepared with enough strength to knock out an Allomancer.

  However . . .

  Pewter made the body resistant to all kinds of drugs. If she flared pewter with duralumin after drinking the wine, would it perhaps burn away the poison and leave her awake? She could pretend to be unconscious, then escape above.

  It seemed like a stretch. And yet, what was she to do? Her food was almost gone, and her chances for escaping were slim. She didnt know what Yomen wanted of her—and Telden would be very unlikely to tell her—but he must not want her dead. If that had been the case, hed simply have left her to starve.

  She had a choice. Either wait longer in the cavern, or gamble on a better chance to escape up above. She thought for just a moment, then made up her mind. She reached for the bottle. Even if her trick with pewter didnt work, shed rather gamble on getting into a better situation up above.

  Telden chuckled. "They did say that you were a decisive one. Thats rather refreshing—Ive spent far too long with stuffy noblemen who take years to come to any firm decisions. "

  Vin ignored him. She easily popped the cork off of the bottle, then raised it and took a swig. The drugs began to take effect almost immediately. She settled back in her chair, letting her eyes droop, trying to give the impression that she was falling asleep. Indeed, it was very difficult to remain awake. Her mind was clouding despite flared pewter.

  She slumped, feeling herself drift away. Here goes, she thought, then burned duralumin. Her body flared with hyperenhanced pewter. Immediately, the feeling of tiredness went away. She almost bolted upright from the sudden burst of energy. Telden was chuckling. "Ill be," he said to one of the servants. "She actually went for it. "

  "Youd be dead if she hadnt, my lord," the servant said. "Wed all be dead. "

  And then the duralumin ran out. Her pewter disappeared with a puff, and with it went her immunity to the drug, which hadnt burned away. It had been a long shot anyway.

  She barely heard her weapon click as it slipped from her fingers and hit the floor. Then, she fell unconscious.

  Once Ruin was free from his prison, he was able to influence people more strongly—but impalin
g someone with a Hemalurgic spike was difficult no matter what the circumstances.

  To achieve such things, he apparently began with people who already had a tenuous grip on reality. Their insanity made them more open to his touch, and he could use them to spike more stable people. Either way, its impressive how many important people Ruin managed to spike. King Penrod, ruling Luthadel at the time, is a very good example of this.

  51

  ELEND FLEW THROUGH THE MISTS. Hed never quite been able to manage Vins horse shoe trick. Somehow, she could keep herself in the air, bounding from Push to Push, then Pulling each horseshoe back up behind her after she used it. To Elend, the process looked like a cyclone of potentially lethal chunks of metal with Vin at the center.

  He dropped a coin, then Pushed himself in a powerful leap. Hed given up on the horseshoe method after four or five failed attempts. Vin had seemed puzzled that he couldnt get it down—shed apparently figured it out on her own, needing only about a half hours practice to perfect it.

  But, well, that was Vin.

  Elend made do with coins, of which he carried a rather large bag. Copper clips, the smallest of the old imperial coins, worked perfectly for his purposes—particularly since he was apparently much more powerful than other Mistborn. Each of his Pushes carried him farther than they should have, and he really didnt use that many coins, even when traveling a long distance.

  It felt good to be away. He felt free as he plunged down from his leap, dropping through the shifting darkness, then flared pewter and landed with a muffled thump. The ground in this particular valley was relatively free of ash—it had drifted, leaving a small corridor where it only came up to his mid-calf. So, he ran for a few minutes, for the change.

  A mistcloak fluttered behind him. He wore dark clothing, rather than one of his white uniforms. It seemed appropriate; besides, hed never really had a chance to be a true Mistborn. Since discoverin1g his powers, hed spent his life at war. There wasnt all that much need for him to go scuttling about in the darkness, particularly not with Vin around to do it better.

  I can see why Vin would find this intoxicating, he thought, dropping another coin and bounding between two hilltops. Even with the stress of Vins capture and the threat to the empire, there was an exhilarating freedom about cruising through the mists. It almost allowed him to forget about the wars, the destruction, and the responsibility.

  Then, he landed, ash coming up to nearly his waist. He stood for a few moments, looking down at the soft black powder. He couldnt escape it. Vin was in danger, the empire was collapsing, and his people were starving. It was his job to fix these things—that was the burden hed taken upon himself when hed become emperor.

  He Pushed himself into the air, leaving a trail of ash fluttering in the mists behind him.

  I certainly hope Sazed and Breeze are having better luck in Urteau, he thought. He was worried about his chances with Fadrex, and the Central Dominance was going to need the grain in the Urteau cache if they were going to plant enough food for the coming winter.

  He couldnt worry about that now. He simply had to count on his friends to be effective. Elends job was to do something to help Vin. He couldnt just sit and wait in the camp, letting Yomen pull the strings. And yet, he didnt dare try to assassinate Yomen—not after the man had tricked both of them so cleverly.