Mistborn Trilogy - Brandon Sanderson [598]
None of the people moved.
“Please!” Sazed said. “You must go. If you stay, you will die!”
“We are not here to die, Holy First Witness,” said an elderly man at the front. “We are here to watch the koloss fall.”
“Fall?” Sazed asked.
“The Lady Heir will protect us,” said another woman.
“The Lady Heir has left the city!” Sazed said.
“Then we will watch you, Holy First Witness,” the man said, leaning with one hand on a young boy’s shoulder.
“Holy First Witness?” Sazed said. “Why call me this name?”
“You are the one who brought news of the Lord Ruler’s death,” the man said. “You gave the Lady Heir the spear she used to slay our lord. You were the witness to her actions.”
Sazed shook his head. “That may be true, but I am not worthy of reverence. I’m not a holy man, I’m just a…”
“A witness,” the old man said. “If the Heir is to join this fight, she will appear near you.”
“I…am sorry…” Sazed said, flushing. I sent her away. I sent your god to safety.
The people watched him, their eyes reverent. It was wrong; they should not worship him. He was simply an observer.
Except, he wasn’t. He had made himself part of this all. It was as Tindwyl had indirectly warned him. Now that Sazed had participated in events, he had become an object of worship himself.
“You should not look at me like that,” Sazed said.
“The Lady Heir says the same thing,” the old man said, smiling, breath puffing in the cold air.
“That is different,” Sazed said. “She is…” He cut off, turning as he heard cries from behind. The archers on the wall were waving in alarm, and young Captain Bedes was rushing over to them. What is—
A bestial blue creature suddenly pulled itself up onto the wall, its skin streaked and dripping with scarlet blood. It shoved aside a surprised archer, then grabbed Captain Bedes by the neck and tossed him backward. The boy disappeared, falling to the koloss below. Sazed heard the screams even from a distance. A second koloss pulled itself up onto the wall, then a third. Archers stumbled away in shock, dropping their weapons, some shoving others off the ramparts in their haste.
The koloss are jumping up, Sazed realized. Enough corpses must have piled below. And yet, to jump so high…
More and more creatures were pulling themselves onto the top of the wall. They were the largest of the monsters, the ones over ten feet in height, but that only made it easier for them to sweep the archers out of their way. Men fell to the courtyard, and the pounding on the gates redoubled.
“Go!” Sazed said, waving at the people behind him. Some of them backed away. Many stood firm.
Sazed turned desperately back toward the gates. The wooden structures began to crack, splinters spraying through the snowy, ash-laden air. The soldiers backed away, postures frightened. Finally, with a snap, the bar broke and the right gate burst open. A howling, bleeding, wild mass of koloss began to scramble across the wet stones.
Soldiers dropped their weapons and fled. Others remained, frozen with terror. Sazed stood at their back, between the horrified soldiers and the mass of skaa.
I am not a warrior, he thought, hands shaking as he stared at the monsters. It had been difficult enough to stay calm inside their camp. Watching them scream—their massive swords out, their skin ripped and bloodied as they fell upon the human soldiers—Sazed felt his courage begin to fail.
But if I don’t do something, nobody will.
He tapped pewter.
His muscles grew. He drew deeply upon his steelmind as he dashed forward, taking more strength than he ever had before. He had spent years storing up strength, rarely finding occasion to use it, and now he tapped that reserve.
His body changed, weak scholar’s arms transforming into massive, bulky limbs. His chest widened, bulging, and his muscles grew taut with power. Days spent fragile and frail focused on this single moment. He shoved his way