Mistborn Trilogy - Brandon Sanderson [280]
He wasn’t worried about the skaa rebellion. Why would he have to worry? If he wished, he could slaughter every person in the city by himself. Vin knew it to be the truth. It might take him time, but he could kill forever, tirelessly. He need fear no rebellion.
He’d never needed to. Kelsier had made a terrible, terrible mistake.
“Your father, child,” the Lord Ruler prompted, his demand like a physical weight upon her soul.
Vin spoke despite herself. “My…brother told me that my father was that man over there. The lord prelan.” Tears rolled down her cheeks, though when the Lord Ruler turned from her, she couldn’t quite remember why she had been crying.
“It’s a lie, my lord!” Tevidian said, backing away. “What does she know? She’s just a silly child.”
“Tell me truthfully, Tevidian,” the Lord Ruler said, walking slowly toward the obligator. “Have you ever bedded a skaa woman?”
The obligator paused. “I followed the law! Each time, I had them slain afterward.”
“You…lie,” the Lord Ruler said, as if surprised. “You’re uncertain.”
Tevidian was visibly shaking. “I…I think I got them all, my lord. There…there was one I may have been too lax with. I didn’t know she was skaa at first. The soldier I sent to kill her was too lenient, and he let her go. But I found her, eventually.”
“Tell me,” the Lord Ruler said. “Did this woman bear any children?”
The room fell silent.
“Yes, my lord,” the high prelan said.
The Lord Ruler closed his eyes, sighing. He turned back toward his throne. “He is yours,” he said to the Inquisitors.
Immediately, six Inquisitors dashed across the room, howling in joy, pulling obsidian knives from sheaths beneath their robes. Tevidian raised his arms, crying out as the Inquisitors fell on him, exulting in their brutality. Blood flew as they plunged their daggers over and over again into the dying man. The other obligators backed away, looking on in horror.
Kar remained behind, smiling as he watched the massacre, as did the Inquisitor who was Vin’s captor. One other Inquisitor remained back as well, though Vin didn’t know why.
“Your point is proven, Kar,” the Lord Ruler said, sitting wearily on his throne. “It seems that I have trusted too much in the…obedience of mankind. I did not make a mistake. I have never made a mistake. However, it is time for a change. Gather the high prelans and bring them here—rouse them from their beds, if need be. They will witness as I grant the Canton of Inquisition command and authority over the Ministry.”
Kar’s smile deepened.
“The half-breed child will be destroyed.”
“Of course, my lord,” Kar said. “Though…there are some questions I wish to ask her first. She was part of a team of skaa Mistings. If she can help us locate the others…”
“Very well,” the Lord Ruler said. “That is your duty, after all.”
Is there anything more beautiful than the sun? I often watch it rise, for my restless sleep usually awakens me before dawn.
Each time I see its calm yellow light peeking above the horizon, I grow a little more determined, a little more hopeful. In a way, it is the thing that has kept me going all this time.
37
KELSIER, YOU CURSED LUNATIC, DOCKSON THOUGHT, scribbling notes on the table map, why do you always just saunter away, leaving me to handle your messes? However, he knew his frustration wasn’t real—it was simply a way of keeping himself from focusing on Kell’s death. It worked.
Kelsier’s part in the plan—the vision, the charismatic leadership—was finished. Now it was Dockson’s turn. He took Kelsier’s original strategy and modified it. He was careful to keep the chaos at a manageable level, rationing the best equipment to the men who seemed the most stable. He sent contingents to capture points of interest—food and water deposits—before general rioting could steal them.
In short, he did what he always did: He made Kelsier’s dreams become reality.
A disturbance came from the front of the room, and Dockson