Mistborn Trilogy - Brandon Sanderson [569]
Elend frowned.
“Do you know what it was?” she asked.
He shook his head, still pressing the cloth against her shoulder.
“It was his ability to trust,” she said. “It was the way that he made good people into better people, the way that he inspired them. His crew worked because he had confidence in them—because he respected them. And, in return, they respected each other. Men like Breeze and Clubs became heroes because Kelsier had faith in them.”
She looked up at him, blinking tired eyes. “And you are far better at that than Kelsier ever was, Elend. He had to work at it. You do it instinctively, treating even weasels like Philen as if they were good and honorable men. It’s not naiveté, as some think. It’s what Kelsier had, only greater. He could have learned from you.”
“You give me too much credit,” he said.
She shook a tired head. Then she turned to Sazed.
“Sazed?” she asked.
“Yes, child?”
“Do you know any wedding ceremonies?”
Elend nearly dropped the cloth in shock.
“I know several,” Sazed said as he tended the wound. “Some two hundred, actually.”
“Which one is the shortest?” Vin asked.
Sazed pulled a stitch tight. “The people of Larsta only required a profession of love before a local priest. Simplicity was a tenet of their belief structure—a reaction, perhaps, to the traditions of the land they were banished from, which was known for its complex system of bureaucratic rules. It is a good religion, one that focused on simple beauty found in nature.”
Vin looked at Elend. Her face was bloody, her hair a mess.
“Now, see,” he said. “Vin, don’t you think that maybe this should wait until, you know—”
“Elend?” she interrupted. “I love you.”
He froze.
“Do you love me?” she asked.
This is insane. “Yes,” he said quietly.
Vin turned to Sazed, who was still working. “Well?”
Sazed looked up, fingers bloodied. “This is a very strange time for such an event, I think.”
Elend nodded in agreement.
“It’s just a little bit of blood,” Vin said tiredly. “I’m really all right, now that I’ve sat down.”
“Yes,” Sazed said, “but you seem somewhat distraught, Lady Vin. This isn’t a decision to be made lightly, under the influence of strong emotions.”
Vin smiled. “The decision to get married shouldn’t be made because of strong emotions?”
Sazed floundered. “That isn’t exactly what I meant. I’m simply not certain that you are fully in control of your faculties, Lady Vin.”
Vin shook her head. “I’m more in control than I have been for months. It’s time for me to stop hesitating, Sazed—time to stop worrying, time to accept my place in this crew. I know what I want, now. I love Elend. I don’t know what kind of time we’ll have together, but I want some, at least.”
Sazed sat for a moment, then returned to his sewing. “And you, Lord Elend? What are your thoughts?”
What were his thoughts? He remembered just the day before, when Vin had spoken of leaving, and the wrenching he had felt. He thought of how much he depended on her wisdom, and her bluntness, and her simple—but not simplistic—devotion to him. Yes, he did love her.
The world had gone chaotic recently. He had made mistakes. Yet, despite everything that had happened, and despite his frustrations, he still felt strongly that he wanted to be with Vin. It wasn’t the idyllic infatuation he’d felt a year and a half ago, at the parties. But it felt more solid.
“Yes, Sazed,” he said. “I do want to marry her. I have wanted it for some time. I…I don’t know what’s going to happen to the city, or my kingdom, but I want to be with Vin when it comes.”
Sazed continued to work. “Very well, then,” he finally said. “If it is my witness you require, then you have it.”
Elend knelt, still pressing the cloth on Vin’s shoulder, feeling a little bit stunned. “That’s it then?”
Sazed nodded. “It is as valid as any witness the obligators could give you, I think. Be warned, the Larsta love oath is binding. They knew no form of divorce in their culture. Do you accept my witness of this event?”
Vin nodded.