Mistborn Trilogy - Brandon Sanderson [486]
Elend was taking all this in stride. He watched Cett with narrow, discerning eyes. “So why did you chase him away?”
Cett leaned back. “I tried to turn him. He refused. I figured killing him would be preferable to letting him return to you. But, he’s remarkably agile for a man his size.”
If Cett really is Mistborn, there’s no way Breeze got away without Cett letting him, Vin thought.
“So you see, Venture,” Cett said. “I know you. I know you better, perhaps, than you know yourself—for I know what your friends think of you. It takes a pretty extraordinary man to earn the loyalty of a weasel like Breeze.”
“So you think I won’t harm your daughter,” Elend said.
“I know you won’t,” Cett said. “You’re honest—I happen to like that about you. Unfortunately, honesty is very easy to exploit—I knew, for instance, that you’d admit Breeze was Soothing that crowd.” Cett shook his head. “Honest men weren’t meant to be kings, lad. It’s a damn shame, but it’s true. That’s why I have to take the throne from you.”
Elend was silent for a moment. Finally, he looked to Vin. She took his plate, sniffing it with an Allomancer’s senses.
Cett laughed. “Think I’d poison you?”
“No, actually,” Elend said as Vin set the plate down. She wasn’t as good as some, but she’d leaned the obvious scents.
“You wouldn’t use poison,” Elend said. “That isn’t your way. You seem to be a rather honest man yourself.”
“I’m just blunt,” Cett said. “There’s a difference.”
“I haven’t heard you tell a lie yet.”
“That’s because you don’t know me well enough to discern the lies,” Cett said. He held up several grease-stained fingers. “I’ve already told you three lies tonight, lad. Good luck guessing which ones they were.”
Elend paused, studying Cett. “You’re playing with me.”
“Of course I am!” Cett said. “Don’t you see, boy? This is why you shouldn’t be king. Leave the job to men who understand their own corruption; don’t let it destroy you.”
“Why do you care?” Elend asked.
“Because I’d rather not kill you,” Cett said.
“Then don’t.”
Cett shook his head. “That isn’t how all this works, lad. If there is an opportunity to stabilize your power, or to get more power, you’d damn well better take it. And I will.”
The table fell silent again. Cett eyed Vin. “No comments from the Mistborn?”
“You swear a lot,” Vin said. “You’re not supposed to do that in front of ladies.”
Cett laughed. “That’s the funny thing about Luthadel, lass. They’re all so concerned about doing what is ‘proper’ when people can see them—but, at the same time, they find nothing wrong with going and raping a couple skaa women when the party is through. At least I swear to your face.”
Elend still hadn’t touched his food. “What will happen if you win the vote for the throne?”
Cett shrugged. “Honest answer?”
“Always.”
“First thing, I’d have you assassinated,” Cett said. “Can’t have old kings sticking around.”
“And if I step down?” Elend said. “Withdraw from the vote?”
“Step down,” Cett said, “vote for me, and then leave town, and I’ll let you live.”
“And the Assembly?” Elend asked.
“Dissolved,” Cett said. “They’re a liability. Any time you give a committee power, you just end up with confusion.”
“The Assembly gives the people power,” Elend said. “That’s what a government should provide.”
Surprisingly, Cett didn’t laugh at that comment. Instead, he leaned in again, setting one arm on the table, discarding a half-eaten drumstick. “That’s the thing, boy. Letting the people rule themselves is fine when everything is bright and happy, but what about when you have two armies facing you? What about when there’s a band of insane koloss destroying villages on your frontier? Those aren’t the times when you can afford to have an Assembly around to depose you.” Cett shook his head. “The price is too high. When you can’t have both freedom and safety, boy, which do you choose?”
Elend was silent. “I make my own choice,” he finally said. “And I leave the others to make their own as well.”
Cett smiled, as if he’d expected such a reply. He started in on another drumstick.