Page 163 of The Well of Ascension
Elend paused thoughtfully, and Vin smirked to herself.Odd that I would end up with the only frugal nobleman in the city.What a pair they were—a Mistborn who felt guilty wasting coins to jump and a nobleman who thought balls were too expensive. It was a wonder that Dockson could pry enough money out of them to keep the city running.
“We’ll worry about that later,” Elend said as the Hasting gates opened, revealing a field of soldiers at attention.
You can bring your soldiers if you want,the display seemed to say.I’ve got more.In reality, they were entering a strange allegory of Luthadel itself. Elend’s two hundred were now surrounded by Cett’s thousand—which, in turn, were surrounded by Luthadel’s twenty thousand. The city, of course, was then surrounded by nearly a hundred thousand troops on the outside. Layer upon layer of soldiers, all tensely waiting for a fight. Thoughts of balls and parties fled her mind.
Cett did not greet them at the door. That duty was performed by a soldier in a simple uniform.
“Your soldiers can remain here,” the man said as they entered the main entryway. Once, the large, pillared room had been draped in fine rugs and wall hangings, but Elend had taken those to fund his government. Cett, obviously, hadn’t brought replacements, and that left the inside of the keep feeling austere. Like a battlefront fortress, rather than a mansion.
Elend turned, waving to Demoux, and the captain ordered his men to wait indoors. Vin stood for a moment, consciously keeping herself from shooting a glare at Demoux. If hewasthe kandra, as her instincts warned, then it was dangerous to have him too close. Part of her itched to simply throw him in a dungeon.
And yet, a kandra couldn’t hurt humans, so he wasn’t a direct threat. He was simply there to relay information. Plus, he’d already know their most sensitive secrets; there was little point in striking now, playing her hand so quickly. If she waited, saw where he went when he slipped out of the city, then maybe she could find out which army—or sect in the city—he was reporting to. Learn what information he had betrayed.
And so, she stayed her hand, waiting. The time to strike would come.
Ham and Demoux arranged their men, and then a smaller honor guard—including Ham, Spook, and Demoux—gathered to stay with Vin and Elend. Elend nodded to Cett’s man, and the soldier led them down a side passageway.
We’re not heading toward the lifts,Vin thought. The Hasting ballroom was at the very top of the keep’s central tower; the times she had attended balls in the structure, she had been taken to the top on one of four human-drawn lifts. Either Cett didn’t want to waste the manpower, or…
He picked the tallest keep in the city,Vin thought.The one with the fewest windows as well.If Cett pulled all the lifts to the top, it would be very difficult for an invading force to claim the keep.
Fortunately, it didn’t appear that they would have to go all the way to the top this evening. After they climbed two flights in a twisting stone stairwell—Vin having to pull her dress in at the sides to keep from brushing against the stones—their guide led them out into a large, circular room with stained-glass windows running around the entire perimeter, broken only by columns to support the ceiling. The single room was nearly as wide around as the tower itself.
A secondary ballroom, perhaps?Vin wondered, taking in the beauty. The glass wasn’t lit, though she suspected that there were clefts for limelights on the outside. Cett didn’t appear to care about such things. He had set up a large table in the very center of the room, and sat at its head. He was already eating.
“You’re late,” he called out to Elend, “so I started without you.”
Elend frowned. To this, Cett laughed a full bellow, holding up a drumstick. “You seem more aghast at my breach of etiquette than you do about the fact that I brought an army to conquer you, boy! But, I suppose that’s Luthadel. Sit down before I eat this all myself.”
Elend held out an arm for Vin, leading her to the table. Spook took up position near the stairwell, his Tineye’s ears listening for danger. Ham led their ten men to a position from which they could watch the only entrances to the room—the entry from the stairs and the door the serving staff used.
Cett ignored the soldiers. He had a group of his own bodyguards standing near the wall on the other side of the room, but he seemed unconcerned that Ham’s troop had them slightly outnumbered. His son—the young man who had attended him at the Assembly meeting—stood at his side, waiting quietly.
One of the two has to be Mistborn,Vin thought.And I still think it is Cett.
Elend seated her, then took a chair next to her, both of them sitting directly across from Cett. He barely paused in his eating as the servers brought Vin’s and Elend’s dishes.
Drumsticks,Vin thought,and vegetables in gravy. He wants this to be a messy meal—he wants to make Elend uncomfortable.
Elend didn’t start on his food immediately. He sat, watching Cett, his expression thoughtful.
“Damn,” Cett said. “This is good food. You have no idea how hard it is to get proper meals when traveling!”
“Why did you want to speak with me?” Elend asked. “You know I won’t be convinced to vote for you.”
Cett shrugged. “I thought it might be interesting.”
“Is this about your daughter?” Elend asked.
“Lord Ruler, no!” Cett said with a laugh. “Keep the silly thing, if you want. The day she ran off was one of the few joys I’ve had this last month.”
“And if I threaten to harm her?” Elend asked.
“You won’t,” Cett said.
“You’re certain?”
Cett smiled through his thick beard, leaning toward Elend. “I know you, Venture. I’d been watching you, studying you, for months. And then, you were kind enough to send one of your friends to spy on me. I learned a lot about you from him!”
