The Hero of Ages Page 15

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  "Why, yes," Breeze said. "While I do happen to like black as a color for suits, I otherwise find it a somewhat uninspired hue. "

  "What else would the ash be?"

  Breeze shrugged. "Well, Vin says that theres something behind all this, right? Some evil force of doom or whatever? Well, if I were said force of doom, then I certainly wouldnt have used my powers to turn the land black. It just lacks flair. Red. Now, that would be an interesting color. Think of the possibilities—if the ash were red, the rivers would run like blood. Black is so monotonous that you can forget about it, but red—youd always be thinking, Why, look at that. That hill is red. That evil force of doom trying to destroy me certainly has style. "

  "Im not convinced there is any evil force of doom, Breeze," Sazed said.

  "Oh?"

  Sazed shook his head. "The ashmounts have always spewed out ash. Is it really that much of a stretch to assume that they have become more active than before? Perhaps this is all the result of natural processes. "

  "And the mists?"

  "Weather patterns change, Lord Breeze," Sazed said. "Perhaps it was simply too warm during the day for them to come out before. Now that the ashmounts are emitting more ash, it would make sense that the days are growing colder, and so the mists stay longer. "

  "Oh? And if that were the case, my dear man, then why havent the mists stayed out during the day in the winters? It was colder then than the summer, but the mists always left when day arrived. "

  Sazed grew silent. Breeze made a good point. Yet, as Sazed checked each new religion off of his list, he wondered more and more if they were simply creating an enemy in this "force" Vin had felt. He didnt know anymore. He didnt believe for a moment that she would have fabricated her stories. Yet, if there were no truth in the religions, was it too much of a stretch to infer that the world was simply ending because it was time?

  "Green," Breeze finally said.

  Sazed turned.

  "Now, that would be a color with style," Breeze said. "Different. You cant see green and forget about it—not like you can black or brown. Wasnt Kelsier alway1s talking about plants being green, once? Before the Ascension of the Lord Ruler, before the first time the Deepness came upon the land?"

  "Thats what the histories claim. "

  Breeze nodded thoughtfully. "Style indeed," he said. "It would be pretty, I think. "

  "Oh?" Sazed asked, genuinely surprised. "Most people with whom I have spoken seem to find the concept of green plants rather odd. "

  "I thought that once, but now, after seeing black all day, every day . . . Well, I think a little variety would be nice. Fields of green . . . little specks of color . . . what did Kelsier call those?"

  "Flowers," Sazed said. The Larsta had written poems about them.

  "Yes," Breeze said. "It will be nice when those return. "

  "Return?"

  Breeze shrugged. "Well, the Church of the Survivor teaches that Vin will someday cleanse the sky of ash and the air of mists. I figure while shes at it, she might as well bring back the plants and the flowers. Seems like a suitably feminine thing to do, for some reason. "

  Sazed sighed, shaking his head. "Lord Breeze," he said, "I realize that you are simply trying to encourage me. However, I have serious trouble believing that you accept the teachings of the Church of the Survivor. "

  Breeze hesitated. Then, he smiled. "So I overdid it a bit, did I?"

  "A tad. "

  "Its difficult to tell with you, my dear man. Youre so aware of my touch on your emotions that I cant use much Allomancy, and youve been so . . . well, different lately. " Breezes voice grew wistful. "Still, it would be nice to see those green plants our Kelsier always spoke of. After six months of ash . . . well, it makes a man at least want to believe. Perhaps thats enough for an old hypocrite like me. "

  The sense of despair inside Sazed wanted to snap that simply believing wasnt enough. Wishing and believing hadnt gotten him anywhere. It wouldnt change the fact that the plants were dying and the world was ending.

  It wasnt worth fighting, because nothing meant anything.

  Sazed forced himself to stop that line of thought, but it was difficult. He worried, sometimes, about his melancholy. Unfortunately, much of the time, he had trouble summoning even the effort to care about his own pessimistic bent.

  The Larsta, he told himself. Focus on that religion. You need to make a decision.

  Breezes comments had set Sazed thinking. The Larsta focused so much on beauty and art as being "divine. " Well, if divinity was in any way related to art, then a god couldnt in any way be involved in what was happening to the world. The ash, the dismal, depressing landscape . . . it was more than just "unimaginative," as Breeze had put it. It was completely insipid. Dull. Monotonous.

  Religion not true, Sazed wrote at the bottom of the paper. Teachings are directly contradicted by observed events.

  He undid the straps on his portfolio and slipped the sheet in, one step closer to having gone through all of them. Sazed could see Breeze watching out of the corner of his eye; the Soother loved secrets. Sazed doubted the man would be all that impressed if he discovered what the work was really about. Either way, Sazed just wished that Breeze would leave him alone when it came to these studies.

  I shouldnt be curt with him, though, Sazed thought. He knew the Soother was, in his own way, just trying to help. Breeze had changed since theyd first met. Early on—despite glimmers of compassion—Breeze really had been the selfish, callous manipulator that he now only pretended to be. Sazed suspected that Breeze had joined Kelsiers team not out of a desire to help the skaa, but because of the challenge the scheme had presented, not to mention the rich reward Kelsier had promised.

  That reward—the Lord Rulers atium cache—had proven to be a myth. Breeze had found other rewards instead.

  Up ahead, Sazed noticed someone moving through the ash. The figure wore black, but against the field of ash, it was easy to pick out even a hint of flesh tone. It appeared to be one of their scouts. Captain Goradel called the line to a halt, then sent a man forward to meet the scout. Sazed and Breeze waited patiently.

  "Scout report, Lord Ambassador," Captain Goradel said, walking up to Sazeds horse a short time later. "The emperors army is just a few hills away—less than an hour. "

  "Good," Sazed said, relishing the thought of seeing something other than the dreary hills of black.

  "Theyve apparently seen us, Lord Ambassador," Goradel said. "Riders are approaching. In fact, they are—"

  "Here," Sazed said, nodding into the near distance, where he saw a rider crest the hill. This one was very easy to pick out against the black. Not only was it moving very quickly—actually galloping its poor horse along the road—but it was also pink.

  "Oh, dear," Breeze said with a sigh.

  The bobbing figure resolved into a young woman with golden hair, wearing a bright pink dress—one that made her look younger than her twenty-something years. Allrianne had a fondness for lace and frills, and she tended to wear colors that made her stand out. Sazed might have expected someone like her to be a poor equestrian. Allrianne, however, rode with easy mastery, something one would need in order to remain on the back of a galloping horse while wearing such a frivolous dress.

  The young woman reared her horse up in front of Sazeds soldiers, spinning the animal in a flurry of ruffled fabric and golden hair. About to dismount, she hesitated, eyeing the half-foot-deep layer of ash on the ground.

  "Allrianne?" Breeze asked after a moment of silence.

  "Hush," she said. "Im trying to decide if its worth getting my dress dirty to scamper over and hug you. "

  "We could wait until we get back to the camp . . . "

  "I couldnt embarrass you in front of your soldiers that way," she said.

  "Technically, my dear," Breeze said, "theyre not my soldiers at all, but Sazeds. "

 
; Reminded of Sazeds presence, Allrianne looked up. She smiled prettily toward Sazed, then bent herself in a horseback version of a curtsy. "Lord Ambassador," she said, and Sazed felt a sudden—and unnatural—fondness for the young lady. She was Rioting him. If there was anyone more brazen with their Allomantic powers than Breeze, it was Allrianne.

  "Princess," Sazed said, nodding his head to her.

  Finally, Allrianne made her decision and slipped off the horse. She didnt quite "scamper"—instead, she held up her dress i1n a rather unladylike fashion. It would have been immodest if she hadnt been wearing what appeared to be several layers of lace petticoats underneath.

  Eventually, Captain Goradel came over and helped her up onto Breezes horse so that she was sitting in the saddle in front of him. The two had never been officially married—partially, perhaps, because Breeze felt embarrassed to be in a relationship with a woman so much younger than himself. When pressed on the issue, Breeze had explained that he didnt want to leave her as a widow when he died—something he seemed to assume would happen immediately, though he was only in his mid-forties.

  Well all die soon, the way things are going, Sazed thought. Our ages do not matter.

  Perhaps that was part of why Breeze had finally accepted having a relationship with Allrianne. Either way, it was obvious from the way he looked at her—from the way he held her with a delicate, almost reverent touch—that he loved her very much.

  Our social structure is breaking down, Sazed thought as the column began to march again. Once, the official stamp of a marriage would have been essential, especially in a relationship involving a young woman of her rank.

  And yet, who was there to be "official" for now? The obligators were all but extinct. Elend and Vins government was a thing of wartime necessity—a utilitarian, martially organized alliance of cities. And looming over it all was the growing awareness that something was seriously wrong with the world.

  Why bother to get married if you expected the world would end before the year was out?

  Sazed shook his head. This was a time when people needed structure—needed faith—to keep them going. He should have been the one to give it to them. The Church of the Survivor tried, but it was too new, and its adherents were too inexperienced with religion. Already there were arguments about doctrine and methodology, and each city of the New Empire was developing its own mutant variant of the religion.

  In the past, Sazed had taught religions without feeling a need to believe in each one. Hed accepted each as being special in its own way, and offered them up, as a waiter might serve an appetizer he himself didnt feel like eating.

  Doing so now seemed hypocritical to Sazed. If this people needed faith, then he should not be the one to give it to them. He would not teach lies, not anymore.

  Sazed splashed his face with the basins cold water, enjoying the pleasurable shock. The water dribbled down his cheeks and chin, carrying with it stains of ash. He dried his face with a clean towel, then took out his razor and mirror so that he could shave his head properly.

  "Why do you keep doing that?" asked an unexpected voice.