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  "Proposal accepted," Elend said, making the final tally, looking a bit surprised. 'The Assembly divests itself of the right to surrender the city until after the king has met with Straff Venture in official parlay."

  Vin sat back in her seat, trying to decide what she thought of the vote. It was good that Elend had gotten his way, but the manner in which he'd achieved it bothered her.

  Elend finally relinquished the lectern, sitting and letting a disgrunded Philen take the lead. The merchant read a proposal calling for a vote to turn control of city food stockpiles over to the merchants. However, this time Elend himself led the dissent, and the arguing began again. Vm watched with interest. Did Elend even realize how much like the others he acted while he was arguing against their proposals?

  Elend and a few of the skaa Assemblymen managed to filibuster long enough that the lunch break arrived with no vote cast. The people in the audience stood, stretching, and Ham turned toward her. "Good meeting, eh?"

  Vin just shrugged.

  Ham chuckled. "We really have to do something about your ambivalence toward civic duty, kid."

  "I already overthrew one government," Vin said. "I figure that takes care of my 'civic duty' for a while."

  Ham smiled, though he kept a wary eye on the crowd- as did Vin. Now, with everyone moving about, would be the perfect time for an attempt on Elend's life. One person in particular caught her attention, and she frowned.

  "Be back in a few seconds," she said to Ham, rising.

  "You did the right thing, Lord Penrod," Elend said, standing beside the older nobleman, whispering quietly as break proceeded. "We need more time. You know what my father will do to this city if he takes it."

  Lord Penrod shook his head. "I didn't do this for you, son. I did it because I wanted to make certain that fool Philen didn't hand the city over before the nobility extracted promises from your father about our rights to title."

  "Now, see," Elend said, holding up a finger. 'There has to be another way! The Survivor would never have given this city away without a fight."

  Penrod frowned, and Elend paused, quietly cursing himself. The old lord was a traditionalist-quoting the Survivor at him would have little positive effect. Many of the noblemen felt threatened by Kelsier*s influence with the skaa.

  "Just think about it," Elend said, glancing to the side as Vin approached. She waved him away from the Assemblymen seats, and he excused himself. He crossed the stage, joining her. "What is it?" he asked quietly.

  "Woman at the back," Vin said quietly, eyes suspicious. "Tall one, in the blue."

  The woman in question wasn't hard to find; she wore a bright blue blouse and colorful red skirt. She was middle-aged, of lean build, and had her waist-length hair pulled back in a braid. She waited patiently as people moved about the room.

  "What about her?" Elend asked.

  "Terris," Vin said.

  Elend paused. "You're sure?"

  Vin nodded. "Those colors,.. that much jewelry. She's a Terriswoman for sure." "So?"

  "So, I've never met her," Vin said. "And she was watching you, just now."

  "People watch me, Vin," Elend noted. "I am the king, after all. Besides, why should you have met her?"

  "All of the other Terris people have come to meet me right after they enter the city," Vin said. "I killed the Lord Ruler; they see me as the one that freed their homeland. But, I don't recognize her. She hasn't ever come thank me."

  Elend rolled his eyes, grabbing Vin by the shoulders and turning her away from the woman. "Vin, I feel it's my gentlemanly duty to tell you something."

  Vin frowned. "What?"

  "You're gorgeous."

  Vin paused. "What does that have to do with anything?"

  "Absolutely nothing," Elend said with a smile. "I'm just trying to distract you."

  Slowly, Vin relaxed, smiling slightly.

  "I don't know if anyone's ever told you this, Vin," Elend noted, "but you can be a bit paranoid at times."

  She raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

  "1 know it's hard to believe, but it's true. Now, I happen to find it rather charming, but do you honestly think that a Terriswoman would try to kill me?"

  "Probably not," Vin admitted. "But, old habits ..."

  Elend smiled. Then, he glanced back at the Assemblymen, most of whom were speaking quietly in groups. They didn't mix. Noblemen spoke with noblemen, merchants with merchants, skaa workers with other skaa workers. They seemed so fragmented, so obstinate. The simplest proposals sometimes met with arguments that could take hours.

  They need to give me more time! he thought. Yet, even as he thought, he realized the problem. More time for what? Penrod and Philen had accurately attacked his proposal.

  The truth was, the entire city was in over its head. Nobody really knew what to do about a superior invading force, least of all Elend. He just knew that they couldn't give up. Not yet. There had to be a way to fight.

  Vin was still looking to the side, out over the audience. Elend followed her gaze. "Still watching that Terriswoman?"

  Vin shook her head. "Something else ... something odd. Is that one of Clubs's messengers?"

  Elend paused, turning. Indeed, several soldiers were working their way through the crowd, approaching the stage. At the back of the room, people had begun whispering and shuffling, and some were already moving quickly out of the chamber.

  Elend felt Vin stiffen in anxiety, and fear stabbed him. We 're too late. The army has attacked.

  One of the soldiers finally reached the stage, and Elend rushed over. "What?" he asked. "Has Straff attacked?"

  The soldier frowned, looking concerned. "No, my lord."

  Elend sighed slightly. "What, then?"

  "My lord, it's a second army. It just arrived outside the city."

  11

  FOR THE SECOND TIME IN two days, Elend stood atop the Luthadel city wall, studying an army that had come to invade his kingdom. Elend squinted against the red afternoon sunlight, but he was no Tineye; he couldn't make out details about the new arrival.

  "Any chance they're here to help us?" Elend asked hopefully, looking toward Clubs, who stood beside him.

  Clubs just scowled. "They fly Cetl's banner. Remember him? Guy who sent eight Allomancer assassins to kill you two days back?"

  Elend shivered in the chill autumn weather, glancing back out over the second army. It was making camp a good distance from Straffs army, close to the Luth-Davn Canal, which ran out the west side of the River Channerel. Vin stood at Elcnd's side, though Ham was off organizing things among the city guard. OreSeur, wearing the wolfhound's body, sat patiently on the wall walk beneath Vin.

  "How did we miss their approach?" Elend asked.

  "Straff," Clubs said. "This Celt came in from the same direction, and our scouts were focused on him. Straff probably knew about this other army a few days ago, but we had virtually no chance of seeing them."

  Elend nodded.

  "Straff is setting up a perimeter of soldiers, watching the enemy army," Vin said. "I doubt they're friendly to each other." She stood atop one of the sawtooth parapet crenels, feet positioned dangerously close to the wall's edge.

  ""Maybe they'll attack each other," Elend said hopefully. Clubs snorted. "I doubt ii. They're too evenly matched, Dugh Straff might be a little stronger. I doubt Cett would a*e the chance by attacking him." "Why come, then?" Elend asked. Clubs shrugged. "Maybe he hoped he'd beat Venture to Luthadel, and get to take it first."

  He spoke of the event-the capture of Luthadel-as if it *ere a given. Elend's stomach twisted as he leaned against :ne battlement, looking out through a merlon. Vin and the others were thieves and skaa Allomancers-outcasts who tid been hunted for most of their lives. Perhaps they were accustomed to dealing with this pressure-this fear-but Bend was not.

  How did they live with the lack of control, the sense of inevitability? Elend felt powerless. What could he do? Flee, "d leave the city to fend for itself? That, of course, was not ID option. But, confront
ed with not one, but two armies preparing to destroy his city and take his throne, Elend found it hard to keep his hands steady as he gripped the rough stone of the battlement. Kelsier would have found a way out of this, he thought. "There!" Vin's voice interrupted Elend's thoughis. "What's that?"

  Elend turned. Vin was squinting, looking toward Cell's army, using tin to see things that were invisible to Elend's mundane eyes.

  "Someone's leaving the army," Vin said. "Riding on horseback." "Messenger?" Clubs asked.

  "Maybe," Vin said. "He's riding pretty fast...." She began to run from one stone tooth to the next, moving along the wall. Her kandra immediately followed, padding quietly across the wall beneath her.

  Elend glanced at Clubs, who shrugged, and they began i to follow. They caught up with Vin standing on the wall near one of the towers, watching the oncoming rider. Or, at least, Elend assumed that was what she watched-he still couldn't see what she had.

  Allomancy, Elend thought, shaking his head. Whj couldn't he have at least ended up with one power-even one of the weaker ones, like copper or iron?

  Vin cursed suddenly, standing up straight. "Elend. that's

  Breezel"

  "What!" Elend said. "Are you sure?"

  "Yes! He's being chased. Archers on horseback."

  Clubs cursed, waving to a messenger. "Send riders! Cut off his pursuit!"

  The messenger dashed away. Vin, however, shook her head. "They won't make it in time," she said, almost to herself. 'The archers will catch him, or at least shoot him. Even I couldn't get there fast enough, not running. But, maybe..."

  Elend frowned, looking up at her. "Vin, that's way too far to jump-even for you."

  Vin glanced at him, smiled, then leaped off the wall.

  Vin readied the fourteenth metal, duralumin. She had a reserve, but she didn't bum it-not yet. I hope this works, she thought, seeking an appropriate anchor. The tower beside her had a reinforced iron bulwark on the top-that would work.

  She Pulled on the bulwark, yanking herself up to the top of the tower. She immediately jumped again. Pushing herself up and out, angling into the air away from the wall. She extinguished all of her metals except for steel and pewter.

  Then, still Pushing against the bulwark, she burned duralumin.

  A sudden force smashed against her. It was so powerful, she was certain that only an equally powerful flash of pewter held her body together. She blasted away from the keep, hurtling through the sky as if tossed by some giant, invisible god. The air rushed by so quickly that it roared, and the pressure of sudden acceleration made it difficult to think.

  She floundered, trying to regain control. She had, fortunately, picked her trajectory well: she was shooting right toward Breeze and his pursuers. Whatever Breeze had

  . it had been enough to make someone extremely b"sry-for there were a full two dozen men charging after kim. arrows nocked.

  Vin fell, her steel and pewter completely burned away in that single duralumin-fueled flash of power. She grabbed a metal vial off her belt, downing its contents. However, as she tossed the vial away, she suddenly felt an odd sense of vertigo. She wasn't accustomed to jumping during the day. h was strange to see the ground coming at her. strange not to have a mistcloak flapping behind her, strange not to have the mist....

  The lead rider lowered his bow, taking sight at Breeze. Neither appeared to have noticed Vin, swooping down like a bird of prey above. Well, not exactly swooping. Plummeting. Suddenly snapped back to the moment. Vin burned pewter and threw a coin toward the quickly approaching ground. She Pushed against the coin, using it to slow her momentum and to nudge her to the side. She hit right between Breeze and the archers, landing with a jarring crash, throwing up dust and dirt. The archer released his arrow.

  Even as Vin rebounded, dirt spraying around her, she reached out and Pushed herself back into the air straight at the arrow. Then she Pushed against it. The arrowhead ripped backward-throwing out shards of wood as it split its own shaft in midair-then smacked directly into the forehead of the archer who had released it.

  The man toppled from his mount. Vin landed from her rebound. She reached out. Pushing against the horseshoes of the two beasts behind the leader, causing the animals to stumble. The Push threw Vin backward into the air, and cries of equine pain sounded amid the crash of bodies hitting the ground.

  Vin continued to Push, flying along the road just a few feet above the ground, quickly catching up with Breeze. The portly man turned in shock, obviously stunned to find Vin hanging in the air beside his galloping horse, her clothing flapping in the wind of her passage. She winked at him. then reached out and Pulled against the armor of another rider.

  She immediately lurched in the air. Her body protested the sudden shift in momentum, but she ignored the twist of pain. The man she Pulled against managed to stay in his saddle-until Vin smashed into him feet-first, throwing him backward.

  She landed on the black earth, the rider tumbling to the ground beside her. A short distance away, the remaining riders finally reined in their mounts, coming to an abrupt stop a few feet away.

  Kelsier probably would have attacked. There were a lot of them, true, but they were wearing armor and their horses were shod. Vin, however, was not Kelsier. She had delayed the riders long enough for Breeze to get away That was enough.

  Vin reached out and Pushed against one of the soldiers, throwing herself backward, leaving the riders to gather their wounded. The soldiers, however, promptly pulled out stone-tipped arrows and nocked their bows.

  Vin hissed in frustration as the group took sight. Well, friends, she thought. I suggest that you hang on tightly.

  She Pushed slightly against them all. then burned duralumin. The sudden crash of force, was expected-the wrench in her chest, the massive flare in her stomach, the howling wind. What she didn't expect was the effect she'd have on her anchors. The blast of power scattered men and horses, throwing them into the air like leaves in the wind.

  I'm going to have to be very careful with this. Vin thought, gritting her teeth and spinning herself in the air Her steel and pewter were gone again, and she was forced to down her last metal vial. She'd have to start carrying more of those.

  She hit the ground running, pewter keeping her from tripping despite her terrific speed. She slowed just slightly, letting the mounted Breeze catch up to her. then increased her pace to keep up with him. She dashed like a sprintei letting pewter's strength and balance keep her upright as she paced the tiring horse. The beast eyed her as they ran. seeming to display a hint of animal frustration to see a human matching it.

  They reached the city a few moments later. Breeze reined in as the doors to Iron Gate began to open, but. rather than wait. Vin simply threw down a coin and Pushed, letting her forward momentum carry her toward the walls. As the gates swung open, she Pushed against their studs, and this second Push sent her sailing straight up. She just barely crested the batt!ement!>-passing between a pair of startled soldiers- before dropping over the other side. She landed in the courtyard, steadying herself with one hand against the cool stones, as Breeze entered through the gate.

  Vin stood. Breeze patted his forehead with a handkerchief as he trotted his animal up beside her. He'd let his hair grow longer since she'd last seen him, and he kept it slicked back, its lower edges tickling his collar. It wasn't graying yet, though he was in his mid-forties. He wore no hat-it had probably blown free-but he had on one of his rich suits and silken vests. They were powdered with black ash from his hurried ride.

  "Ah, Vin, my dear," Breeze said, breathing almost as deeply as his horse. "I must say. that was a timely arrival on your part. Impressively flamboyant as well. I do hate to force a rescue-but. well, if one is necessary, then it might as well happen with style."

  Vin smiled as he climbed down from the horse-proving he was hardly the most adroit man in the square-and sta-blehands arrived to care for the beast. Breeze wiped his brow again as Elend. Clubs, and OreSeur scrambled down the steps to the c
ourtyard. One of the aides must have finally found Ham. for he ran up through the courtyard.

  "Breeze!" Elend said, approaching and clasping arms with the shorter man.

  "Your Majesty." Breeze said. "You are in good health and good humor. I assume?"

  "Health, yes," Elend said. "Humor... well, there is an army crouching just outside my city." "Two armies, actually," Clubs grumbled as he hobbled up. Breeze folded up his handkerchief. "Ah, and dear Master Cladent. Optimistic as always. I see."

  Clubs snorted. To the side, OreSeur padded up to sit next to Vin.

  "And Hammond.'* -Breeae^said, eyeing Ham, who was smiling broadly. "I'd almost managed to delude myself into forgetting that you would be here when I returned."

  "Admit it." Ham said. "You're glad to see me."

  "See you. perhaps. Hear you. never. I had grown quite fond of my time spent away from your perpetual, pseudo-philosophical pratterings."

  Ham just smiled a little broader.

  "I'm glad to see you, Breeze," Elend said. "But your timing could have been a little better. I was hoping that you would be able to stop some of these armies from marching on us."

  "Stop them?" Breeze asked. "Now, why would 1 want to do that, my dear man? I did, after all, just spend three months working to get Celt to march his army down here."

  Elend paused, and Vin frowned to herself, standing just outside the group. Breeze looked rather pleased with himself-though that was, admittedly, rather common for him.

  "So :.. Lord Celt's on our side?" Elend asked hopefully.

  "Of course not," Breeze said. "He's here to ravage the city and steal your presumed atium supply."

  "You," Vin said. "You're the one whe boy finally arrived at the gates.

  Elend frowned. "But... why?"

  "Look outside your walls, my dear man." Breeze said. "I knho has been spreading the rumors about the Lord Ruler's atium stash, aren't you?"

  "Of course." Breeze said, eyeing Spook as tew that your father was going to march on Luthadel eventually-even my powers of persuasion wouldn't have been enough to dissuade him. So, I began spreading rumors in the Western Dominance, then made myself one of Lord Cett's advisors."