Mistborn Trilogy - Brandon Sanderson [206]
“As good as can be expected, Master Kelsier,” Sazed replied. “But they can’t hide in the Renoux warehouses forever.”
“I know,” Kelsier said. “Dox, Ham, I’ll need you to work on this problem. There are two thousand men left from our army; I want you to get them into Luthadel.”
Dockson nodded thoughtfully. “We’ll find a way.”
“You want us to keep training them?” Ham asked.
Kelsier nodded.
“Then we’ll have to hide them in squads,” he said. “We don’t have the resources to train men individually. Say…a couple hundred men per team? Hidden in slums near one another?”
“Make sure none of the teams know about the others,” Dockson said. “Or even that we still intend to strike at the palace. With that many men in town, there’s a chance some of them will eventually get taken by the obligators for one reason or another.”
Kelsier nodded. “Tell each group that it’s the only one that didn’t get disbanded, and that it’s being retained just in case it’s needed at some point in the future.”
“You also said that recruitment needed to be continued,” Ham said.
Kelsier nodded. “I’d like at least twice as many troops before we try and pull this off.”
“That’s going to be tough,” Ham said, “considering our army’s failure.”
“What failure?” Kelsier asked. “Tell them the truth—that our army successfully neutralized the Garrison.”
“Though most of them died doing it,” Ham said.
“We can gloss over that part,” Breeze said. “The people will be angry at the executions—that should make them more willing to listen to us.”
“Gathering more troops is going to be your main task over the next few months, Ham,” Kelsier said.
“That’s not much time,” Ham said. “But, I’ll see what I can do.”
“Good,” Kelsier said. “Saze, did the note come?”
“It did, Master Kelsier,” Sazed said, pulling a letter from beneath his cloak and handing it to Kelsier.
“And what would that be?” Breeze asked curiously.
“A message from Marsh,” Kelsier said, opening the letter and scanning its contents. “He’s in the city, and he has news.”
“What news?” Ham asked.
“He doesn’t say,” Kelsier said, grabbing a baywrap. “But he gave instructions on where to meet him tonight.” He walked over, picking up a regular skaa cloak. “I’m going to go scout the location before it gets dark. Coming, Vin?”
She nodded, standing.
“The rest of you keep working on the plan,” Kelsier said. “In two months’ time, I want this city to be so tense that when it finally breaks, even the Lord Ruler won’t be able to hold it together.”
“There’s something you’re not telling us, isn’t there?” Vin said, looking away from the window, turning toward Kelsier. “A part of the plan.”
Kelsier glanced over at her in the darkness. Marsh’s chosen meeting place was an abandoned building within the Twists, one of the most impoverished skaa slums. Kelsier had located a second abandoned building across from the one they would meet in, and he and Vin waited on the top floor, watching the street for signs of Marsh.
“Why do you ask me that?” Kelsier finally said.
“Because of the Lord Ruler,” Vin said, picking at the rotting wood of her windowsill. “I felt his power today. I don’t think the others could sense it, not like a Mistborn can. But I know you must have.” She looked up again, meeting Kelsier’s eyes. “You’re still planning to get him out of the city before we try to take the palace, right?”
“Don’t worry about the Lord Ruler,” Kelsier said. “The Eleventh Metal will take care of him.”
Vin frowned. Outside, the sun was setting in a fiery blaze of frustration. The mists would come soon, and supposedly Marsh would arrive a short time later.
The Eleventh Metal, she thought, remembering the skepticism with which the other crewmembers regarded it. “Is it real?” Vin asked.
“The Eleventh Metal? Of course it is—I showed it to you, remember?”
“That’s not what I mean,” she said. “Are the legends real? Are you lying?”
Kelsier turned toward her, frowning slightly. Then he smirked. “You’re a very blunt