Mistborn Trilogy - Brandon Sanderson [182]
“Interesting.”
“Plus,” Vin said, “there are the thieving crews. I figure that those skaa must be fairly clever if they’re able to hide from the obligators and the nobility, stealing from the Great Houses right beneath the Lord Ruler’s nose.”
“Yes, I know,” Elend said. “I wish I could meet one of them, to ask them how they hide so well. They must be fascinating people.”
Vin almost spoke further, but she held her tongue. I’ve probably said too much already.
Elend looked over at her. “You’re fascinating too, Valette. I should have known better than to assume you’d been corrupted by the rest of them. Perhaps you’ll be able to corrupt them instead.”
Vin smiled.
“But,” Elend said, rising. “I need to be leaving. I actually came to the party tonight for a specific purpose—some friends of mine are meeting together.”
That’s right! Vin thought. One of the men Elend met with before—the ones that Kelsier and Sazed thought it was strange that he would associate with—was a Hasting.
Vin stood as well, handing Elend back his handkerchief.
He didn’t take it. “You might want to keep that. It wasn’t intended to be simply functional.”
Vin looked down at the handkerchief. When a nobleman wants to court a lady seriously, he gives her a handkerchief.
“Oh!” she said, pulling the handkerchief back. “Thank you.”
Elend smiled, stepping close to her. “That other man, whoever he is, might have a lead on me because of my foolishness. However, I am not so foolish that I would pass up the chance to give him a little competition.” He winked, bowed slightly, and walked back toward the central ballroom.
Vin waited a moment, then walked forward and slipped through the balcony doorway. Elend met up with the same two as before—a Lekal and a Hasting, political enemies of the Venture. They paused for a moment, then all three walked toward a stairwell at the side of the room.
Those stairwells only lead one place, Vin thought, slipping back into the room. The auxiliary towers.
“Mistress Valette?”
Vin jumped, turning to find Sazed approaching. “Are we ready to go?” he asked.
Vin moved over to him quickly. “Lord Elend Venture just disappeared down that stairwell with his Hasting and Lekal friends.”
“Interesting,” Sazed said. “And why would…Mistress, what happened to your makeup!”
“Never mind,” Vin said. “I think I should follow them.”
“Is that another handkerchief, Mistress?” Sazed asked. “You have been busy.”
“Sazed, are you listening to me?”
“Yes, Mistress. I suppose you could follow them if you wish, but you would be fairly obvious. I don’t know that it would be the best method of gaining information.”
“I wouldn’t follow them overtly,” Vin said quietly. “I’d use Allomancy. But, I need your permission for that.”
Sazed paused. “I see. How is your side?”
“It’s been healed for ages,” Vin said. “I don’t even notice it anymore.”
Sazed sighed. “Very well. Master Kelsier intended to begin your training in earnest again when he returned, anyway. Just…be careful. This is a ridiculous thing to say to a Mistborn, I think, but I ask anyway.”
“I will,” Vin said. “I’ll meet you on that balcony over there in an hour.”
“Good luck, Mistress,” Sazed said.
Vin was already rushing back toward the balcony. She stepped around the corner, then stood before the stone railing and the mists beyond. The beautiful, swirling void. It’s been far too long, she thought, reaching into her sleeve and pulling out a vial of metals. She downed it eagerly and got out a small handful of coins.
Then, blissfully, she hopped up onto the railing and threw herself out into the dark mists.
Tin gave her sight as the wind flapped at her dress. Pewter gave her strength as she turned her eyes toward the buttresslike wall running between the tower and the main keep. Steel gave her power as she threw a coin downward, sending it into the darkness.
She lurched in the air. The air resistance fluttered her dress, and she felt like she was trying to pull a bale of cloth behind her, but her Allomancy was strong enough to deal with that. Elend’s tower was the next