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  Yet, he was Mistborn, like Vin. And now the Inquisitor was wounded. Koloss were crowding around the hill, clawing their way toward the top, but Vin and Elend still had a few moments. She dashed forward, raising her knife, and Elend attacked as well. The Inquisitor tried to watch both of them at once, its smile finally fading. It moved to jump away.

  Elend flipped a co1in into the air. A single, sparkling bit of copper spun through the flakes of ash. The Inquisitor saw this, and smiled again, obviously anticipating Elends Push. It assumed that its weight would transfer through the coin, then hit Elends weight, since Elend would be Pushing as well. Two Allomancers of near-similar weight, shoving against each other. They would both be thrown back—the Inquisitor to attack Vin, Elend into a pile of koloss.

  Except, the Inquisitor didnt anticipate Elends Allomantic strength. How could it? Elend did stumble, but the Inquisitor was thrown away with a sudden, violent Push.

  Hes so powerful! Vin thought, watching the surprised Inquisitor fall. Elend was no ordinary Allomancer—he might not have learned perfect control yet, but when he flared his metals and Pushed, he could really Push.

  Vin dashed forward to attack as the Inquisitor tried to reorient himself. He managed to catch her arm as her knife fell, his powerful grip throwing a shock of pain up her already wounded arm. She cried out as he threw her to the side.

  Vin hit the ground and rolled, throwing herself back up to her feet. The world spun, and she could see Elend swinging his dueling cane at the Inquisitor. The creature blocked the swing with an arm, shattering the wood, then ducked forward and rammed an elbow into Elends chest. The emperor grunted.

  Vin Pushed against the koloss who were now only a few feet away, shooting herself toward the Inquisitor again. Shed dropped her knife—but, then, hed also lost his axes. She could see him glancing to the side, toward where the weapons had fallen, but she didnt give him a chance to go for them. She tackled him, trying to throw him back to the ground. Unfortunately, he was much larger—and much stronger—than she was. He tossed her down in front of him, knocking the breath from her.

  The koloss were upon them. But Elend had grabbed one of the fallen axes, and he struck for the Inquisitor.

  The Inquisitor moved with a sudden jolt of speed. Its form became a blur, and Elend swung only at empty air. Elend spun, shock showing on his face as the Inquisitor came up, wielding not an axe, but—oddly—a metal spike, like the ones in his own body but sleeker and longer. The creature raised the spike, moving inhumanly fast—faster even than any Allomancer should have managed.

  That was no pewter run, Vin thought. That wasnt even duralumin. She scrambled to her feet, watching the Inquisitor. The creatures strange speed faded, but it was still in a position to hit Elend directly in the back with the spike. Vin was too far away to help.

  But the koloss werent. They were cresting the hill, mere feet from Elend and his opponent. Desperate, Vin flared brass and grabbed the emotions of the koloss closest to the Inquisitor. Even as the Inquisitor moved to attack Elend, her koloss spun, swinging its wedge-like sword, hitting the Inquisitor directly in the face.

  It didnt separate the head from the body. It just crushed the head completely. Apparently, that was sufficient, for the Inquisitor dropped without a sound, falling motionless.

  A shock ran through the koloss army.

  "Elend!" Vin said. "Now!"

  The emperor turned away from the dying Inquisitor, and she could see the look of concentration on his face. Once, Vin had seen the Lord Ruler affect an entire city square full of people with his emotional Allomancy. He had been stronger than she was; far stronger—even—than 1Kelsier.

  She couldnt see Elend burn duralumin, then brass, but she could feel it. Feel him pressing on her emotions as he sent out a general wave of power, Soothing thousands of koloss at once. They all stopped fighting. In the distance, Vin could make out the haggard remnants of Elends peasant army, standing in an exhausted circle of bodies. Ash continued to fall. It rarely stopped, these days.

  The koloss lowered their weapons. Elend had won.

  This is actually what happened to Rashek, I believe. He pushed too hard. He tried to burn away the mists by moving the planet closer to the sun, but he moved it too far, making the world far too hot for the people who inhabited it.

  The ashmounts were his solution to this. He had learned that shoving a planet around required too much precision, so instead he caused the mountains to erupt, spewing ash and smoke into the air. The thicker atmosphere made the world cooler, and turned the sun red.

  4

  SAZED, CHIEF AMBASSADOR OF THE NEW EMPIRE, studied the sheet of paper in front of him. The tenets of the Canzi people, it read. On the beauty of mortality, the importance of death, and the vital function of the human body as a partaker of the divine whole.

  The words were written in his own hand, copied out of one of his Feruchemical metalminds—where he had storages containing literally thousands of books. Beneath the heading, filling most of the sheet in cramped writing, he had listed the basic beliefs of the Canzi and their religion.

  Sazed settled back in his chair, holding up the paper and going over his notes one more time. Hed been focusing on this one religion for a good day now, and he wanted to make a decision about it. Even before the days study, hed known much about the Canzi faith, for hed studied it—along with all of the other pre-Ascension religions—for most of his life. Those religions had been his passion, the focus of all of his research.

  And then the day had come where hed realized that all of his learning had been meaningless.

  The Canzi religion contradicts itself, he decided, making a notation with his pen at the side of the paper. It explains that all creatures are part of the "divine whole" and implies that each body is a work of art created by a spirit who decides to live in this world.

  However, one of its other tenets is that the evil are punished with bodies that do not function correctly. A distasteful doctrine, in Sazeds mind. Those who were born with mental or physical deficiencies deserved compassion, perhaps pity, but not disdain. Besides, which of the religions ideals were true? That spirits chose and designed their bodies as they wished, or that they were punished by the body chosen for them? And what of the influence of lineage upon a childs features and temperament?

  He nodded to himself, made a note at the bottom of the sheet of paper. Logically inconsistent. Obviously untrue.

  "What is that you have there?" Breeze asked.

  Sazed looked up. Breeze sat beside a small table, sipping his wine and eating grapes. He wore one of his customary noblemans suits, complete with a dark jacket, a bright red vest, and a dueling cane—with which he liked to gesture as he spoke. Hed gained back most of the weight hed lost during Luthadels siege and its aftermath, and could reasonably be describ1ed as "portly" once again.

  Sazed looked down. He carefully placed the sheet alongside some hundred others inside his portfolio, then closed the cloth-wrapped board cover and did up the ties. "It is nothing of consequence, Lord Breeze," he said.

  Breeze sipped quietly at his wine. "Nothing of consequence? You seem to always be puttering around with those sheets of yours. Whenever you have a free moment, you pull one of them out. "

  Sazed set the portfolio beside his chair. How to explain? Each of the sheets in the thick portfolio outlined one of the over three hundred different religions the Keepers had collected. Each and every one of those religions was now effectively "dead," as the Lord Ruler had stamped them out very early in his reign, some thousand years before.

  One year ago, the woman Sazed loved had died. Now, he wanted to know . . . no, he had to know . . . if the religions of the world had answers for him. He would find the truth, or he would eliminate each and every faith.

  Breeze was still looking at him.

  "I would rather not talk about it, Lord Breeze," Sazed said.

  "As you wish," Breeze said, raising his cup. "Pe
rhaps you could use your Feruchemists powers to listen in on the conversation happening in the next room . . . "

  "I do not think it would be polite to do so. "

  Breeze smiled. "My dear Terrisman—only you would come to conquer a city, then worry about being polite to the dictator youre threatening. "

  Sazed glanced down, feeling slightly abashed. But, he could not deny Breezes remarks. Though the two of them had brought no army with them to Lekal City, they had indeed come to conquer. They simply intended to do it with a piece of paper rather than a sword.

  It all hinged on what was happening in the next room. Would the king sign the treaty or not? All Breeze and Sazed could do was wait. He itched to get his portfolio out, to look over the next religion in the stack. Hed been considering the Canzi for over a day, and now that hed made a decision about it, he wished to move on to the next sheet. During the last year, hed gotten through about two-thirds of the religions. Barely a hundred remained, though the number was closer to two hundred if he took into account all of the sub-sects and denominations.

  He was close. Over the next few months, hed be able to get through the rest of the religions. He wanted to give each one fair consideration. Surely, one of the remaining ones would strike him as containing the essence of truth he was searching for. Surely one of them would tell him what had happened to Tindwyls spirit without contradicting itself on a half-dozen different points.

  But, for the moment, he felt self-conscious reading in front of Breeze. So, Sazed forced himself to sit and wait patiently.

  The room around him was ornate, after the fashion of the old imperial nobility. Sazed wasnt used to such finery, not anymore. Elend had sold or burned most of his lavish trappings—his people had needed food and warmth during the winter. King Lekal hadnt done the same, it appeared, though perhaps that was because the winters were less harsh here in the South.

  Sazed glanced out the window beside his chair. Lekal City didnt have a true palace—it had been just a country estate until about two years ago. The manor house, however, did have a nice view over the growing town—which was more of a large shanty1town than it was a true city.

  Still, that shantytown controlled lands that were dangerously inside Elends defensive perimeter. They needed the security of King Lekals allegiance. And so, Elend had sent a contingent—including Sazed, who was his chief ambassador—to secure the loyalty of the Lekal king. That man deliberated in the next room with his aides, trying to decide whether or not to accept the treaty—which would make them subjects of Elend Venture.

  Chief ambassador of the New Empire . . .

  Sazed was not very fond of his title, for it implied that he was actually a citizen of the empire. His people, the Terris people, had sworn to call no man master again. They had spent a thousand years being oppressed, being bred like animals and turned into perfect, docile servants. Only with the fall of the Final Empire had the Terris become free to rule themselves.

  So far, the Terris people hadnt done a very good job of that. Of course, it didnt help that the Steel Inquisitors had slaughtered the entire Terris ruling council, leaving Sazeds people without direction or leadership.

  In a way, were hypocrites anyway, he thought. The Lord Ruler was secretly a Terrisman. One of our own did those horrible things to us. What right do we have to insist on calling no foreigner master? It wasnt a foreigner that destroyed our people, our culture, and our religion.