The Hero of Ages Page 16

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  Sazed spun. His tent in the camp had been empty just moments before. Now, however, someone stood behind him. Sazed smiled. "Lady Vin. "

  She folded her arms, raising an eyebrow. She had always moved stealthily, but she was getting so good that it amazed even him. Shed barely rustled the tent flap with her entrance. She wore her standard shirt and trousers, after male fashion, though during the last two years she had grown her raven hair to a feminine shoulder length. There had been a time when Vin had seemed to crouch wherever she went, always trying to hide, rarely looking others in the eye. That had changed. She was still easy to miss, with her quiet ways, thin figure, and small stature. She now always looked1 people in the eye, however.

  And that made a big difference.

  "General Demoux said that you were resting, Lady Vin," Sazed noted.

  "Demoux knows better than to let me sleep through your arrival. "

  Sazed smiled to himself, then gestured toward a chair so that she could sit.

  "You can keep shaving," she said. "Its all right. "

  "Please," he said, gesturing again.

  Vin sighed, taking the seat. "You never answered my question, Saze," she said. "Why do you keep wearing those stewards robes? Why do you keep your head shaved, after the fashion of a Terris servant? Why worry about showing disrespect by shaving while Im here? Youre not a servant anymore. "

  He sighed, carefully seating himself in the chair across from Vin. "Im not exactly sure what I am anymore, Lady Vin. "

  The tent walls flapped in a gentle breeze, a bit of ash blowing in through the door, which Vin hadnt tied closed behind herself. She frowned at his comment. "Youre Sazed. "

  "Emperor Ventures chief ambassador. "

  "No," Vin said. "That might be what you do, but thats not what you are. "

  "And what am I, then?"

  "Sazed," she repeated. "Keeper of Terris. "

  "A Keeper who no longer wears his copperminds?"

  Vin glanced toward the corner, toward the trunk where he kept them. His copperminds, the Feruchemical storages that contained the religions, histories, stories, and legends of peoples long dead. It all sat waiting to be taught, waiting to be added to. "I fear that I have become a very selfish man, Lady Vin," Sazed said quietly.

  "Thats silly," Vin said. "Youve spent your entire life serving others. I know of nobody more selfless than you. "

  "I do appreciate that sentiment," he said. "But I fear that I must disagree. Lady Vin, we are not a people new to sorrow. You know better than anyone here, I think, the hardships of life in the Final Empire. We have all lost people dear to us. And yet, I seem to be the only one unable to get over my loss. I feel childish. Yes, Tindwyl is dead. In all honesty, I did not have much time with her before she did pass. I have no reason to feel as I do.

  "Still, I cannot wake up in the morning and not see darkness ahead of me. When I place the metalminds upon my arms, my skin feels cold, and I remember time spent with her. Life lacks all hope. I should be able to move on, but I cannot. I am weak of will, I think. "

  "That just isnt true, Sazed," Vin said.

  "I must disagree. "

  "Oh?" Vin asked. "And if you really were weak of will, would you be able to disagree with me?"

  Sazed paused, then smiled. "When did you get so good at logic?"

  "Living with Elend," Vin said with a sigh. "If you prefer irrational arguments, dont marry a scholar. "

  I almost did. The thought came to Sazed unbidden, but it quieted his smile nonetheless. Vin must have noticed, for she cringed slightly.

  "Sorry," she said, looking away.

  "It is all right, Lady Vin," Sazed said. "I just . . . I feel so weak. I cannot be the man my people wish me to be. I am, perhaps, the very last of the Keepers. It has been a year since the Inquisitors attacked my homeland, killing even the child Feruchemists, and we have seen no evidence that others of my sect survived. Others were out of the city, certainly and inevitably, but either Inquisitors found them or other tragedy did. There has certainly been enough of that lately, I think. "

  Vin sat with her hands in her lap, looking uncharacteristically weak in the dim light. Sazed frowned at the pained expression on her face. "Lady Vin?"

  "Im sorry," she said. "Its just that . . . youve always been the one who gives advice, Sazed. But, now what I need advice about is you. "

  "There is no advice to give, I fear. "

  They sat in silence for a few moments.

  "We found the stockpile," Vin said. "The next-to-last cavern. I made a copy for you of the words we found, etched in a thin sheet of steel so theyll be safe. "

  "Thank you. "

  Vin sat, looking uncertain. "Youre not going to look at it, are you?"

  Sazed paused, then shook his head. "I do not know. "

  "I cant do this alone, Sazed," Vin whispered. "I cant fight it by myself. I need you. "

  The tent grew quiet. "I . . . am doing what I can, Lady Vin," Sazed finally said. "In my own way. I must find answers for myself before I can provide them to anyone else. Still, have the etching delivered to my tent. I promise that I will at least look at it. "

  She nodded, then stood. "Elends having a meeting tonight. To plan our next moves. He wants you there. " She trailed a faint perfume as she moved to leave. She paused beside his chair. "There was a time," she said, "after Id taken the power at the Well of Ascension, when I thought Elend would die. "

  "But he did not," Sazed said. "He lives still. "

  "It doesnt matter," Vin said. "I thought him dead. I knew he was dying—I held that power, Sazed, power you cant imagine. Power youll never be able to imagine. The power to destroy worlds and remake them anew. The power to see and to understand. I saw him, and I knew he would die. And knew I held the power in my hands to save him. "

  Sazed looked up.

  "But I didnt," Vin said. "I let him bleed, and released the power instead. I consigned him to death. "

  "How?" Sazed asked. "How could you do such a thing?"

  "Because I looked into his eyes," Vin said, "and knew it was what he wanted me to do. You gave me that, Sazed. You taught me to love him enough to let him die. "

  She left him alone in the tent. A few moments later, he returned to his shaving, and found something sitting beside his basin. A small, folded piece of paper.

  It contained an aged, fading drawing of a strange plant. A flower. The picture had once belonged to Mare. It had gone from her to Kelsier, and from him to Vin.

  Sazed picked it up, wondering what Vin intended to say by leaving him the picture. Finally, he folded it up and slipped it into his sleeve, then returned to his shaving.

  The First Contract, oft spoken of by the kandra, was originally jus1t a series of promises made by the First Generation to the Lord Ruler. They wrote these promises down, and in doing so codified the first kandra laws. They were worried about governing themselves, independently of the Lord Ruler and his empire. So, they took what they had written to him, asking for his approval.

  He commanded it cast into steel, then personally scratched a signature into the bottom. This code was the first thing that a kandra learned upon awakening from his or her life as a mistwraith. It contained commands to revere earlier generations, simple legal rights granted to each kandra, provisions for creating new kandra, and a demand for ultimate dedication to the Lord Ruler.

  Most disturbingly, the First Contract contained a provision which, if invoked, would require the mass suicide of the entire kandra people.

  11

  KANPAAR LEANED FORWARD ON HIS LECTERN, red crystalline bones sparkling in the lamplight. "All right, then, TenSoon, traitor to the kandra people. You have demanded this judgment. Make your plea. "

  TenSoon took a deep breath—it felt so good to be able to do that again—and opened his mouth to speak.

  "Tell them," KanPaar continued, sneeri
ng, "explain, if you can, why you killed one of our own. A fellow kandra. "

  TenSoon froze. The Trustwarren was quiet—the generations of kandra were far too well behaved to rustle and make noise like a crowd of humans. They sat with their bones of rock, wood, or even metal, waiting for TenSoons answer.

  KanPaars question wasnt the one TenSoon had expected.

  "Yes, I killed a kandra," TenSoon said, standing cold and naked on the platform. "That is not forbidden. "

  "Need it be forbidden?" KanPaar accused, pointing. "Humans kill each other. Koloss kill each other. But they are both of Ruin. We are of Preservation, the chosen of the Father himself. We dont kill one another!"

  TenSoon frowned. This was a strange line of questioning. Why ask this? he thought. My betrayal of all our people is surely a greater sin than the murder of one.

  "I was compelled by my Contract," TenSoon said frankly. "You must know, KanPaar. You are the one who assigned me to the man Straff Venture. We all know what kind of person he was. "

  "No different from any other man," spat one of the Seconds.

  Once, TenSoon would have agreed. Yet, he knew that there were some humans, at least, who were different. He had betrayed Vin, and yet she hadnt hated him for it. She had understood, and had felt mercy. Even if they hadnt already become friends, even if he hadnt grown to respect her greatly, that one moment would have earned her his devoted loyalty.

  She was counting on him, even if she didnt know it. He stood a little straighter, looking KanPaar in the eyes. "I was assigned to the man Straff Venture by paid Contract," TenSoon said. "He gave me over to the whims of his twisted son, Zane. It was Zane who commanded that I kill the kandra OreSeur and take his place, so that I could spy on the woman Vin. "

  There were a few hushed whispers at her name. Yes, youve heard of her. The one who slew the Father.

  "And so you did what this Zane commanded?" KanPaar asked loudly. "You killed another kandra. You murdered a member of 1your own generation!"

  "You think I enjoyed it?" TenSoon demanded. "OreSeur was my generation brother—a kandra I had known for seven hundred years! But . . . the Contract . . . "

  "Forbids killing," KanPaar said.

  "It forbids the killing of men. "

  "And is not a kandra life worth more than that of a man?"

  "The words are specific, KanPaar," TenSoon snapped. "I know them well—I helped write them! We were both there when these service Contracts were created using the First Contract itself as a model! They forbid us from killing humans, but not each other. "

  KanPaar leaned forward again. "Did you argue with this Zane? Suggest perhaps that he should perform the murder himself? Did you even try to get out of killing one of our people?"

  "I do not argue with my masters," TenSoon said. "And I certainly didnt want to tell the man Zane how to kill a kandra. His instability was well known. "

  "So, you didnt argue," KanPaar said. "You simply killed OreSeur. And then you took his place, pretending to be him. "