Mistborn Trilogy - Brandon Sanderson [748]
Cett paused, sitting in his chair, one arm resting on his useless, paralyzed legs. Finally, he smiled. “Damn, boy. You’ve changed a lot in the year I’ve known you.”
“So everyone is fond of telling me,” Elend said. “Vin. You think you can get into the city?”
She raised an eyebrow. “I hope that was meant to be rhetorical.”
“It was meant to be polite,” Elend said. “I need you to do some scouting. We know next to nothing about what’s been going on in this dominance lately—we’ve focused all of our efforts on Urteau and the South.”
Vin shrugged. “I can go poke around a bit. I don’t know what you expect me to find.”
“Cett,” Elend said, turning, “I need names. Informants, or perhaps some noblemen that might still be loyal to you.”
“Noblemen?” Cett asked, amused. “Loyal?”
Elend rolled his eyes. “How about some that could be bribed to pass on a little information.”
“Sure,” Cett said. “I’ll write up some names and locations. Assuming they still live in the city. Hell, assuming they’re even still alive. Can’t count on much these days.”
Elend nodded. “We won’t take any further action until we have more information. Ham, make certain the soldiers dig in well—use the field fortifications that Demoux taught them. Cett, see that those guard patrols get set up, and make certain our Tineyes remain alert and on watch. Vin will scout and see if she can sneak into the cache like she did in Urteau. If we know what’s in there, then we can better judge whether to gamble on trying to conquer the city or not.”
The various members of the group nodded, understanding that the meeting was over. As they left, Elend stepped back out into the mists, looking up at the distant bonfires burning on the rocky heights.
Quiet as a sigh, Vin stepped up to his side, following his gaze. She stood for a few moments. Then she glanced to the side, where a pair of soldiers were entering the tent to carry Cett away. Her eyes narrowed in displeasure.
“I know,” Elend said quietly, knowing that she was thinking of Cett again and his influence over Elend.
“You didn’t deny that you might turn to assassination,” Vin said softly.
“Hopefully it won’t come to that.”
“And if it does?”
“Then I’ll make the decision that is best for the empire.”
Vin was silent for a moment. Then, she glanced at the fires up above.
“I could come with you,” Elend offered.
She smiled, then kissed him. “Sorry,” she said. “But you’re noisy.”
“Come now. I’m not that bad.”
“Yes you are,” Vin said. “Plus, you smell.”
“Oh?” he asked, amused. “What do I smell like?”
“An emperor. A Tineye would pick you out in seconds.”
Elend raised his eyebrows. “I see. And, don’t you possess an imperial scent as well?”
“Of course I do,” Vin said, wrinkling her nose. “But I know how to get rid of it. Either way, you’re not good enough to go with me, Elend. I’m sorry.”
Elend smiled. Dear, blunt Vin.
Behind him, the soldiers left the tent, carrying Cett. An aide walked up, delivering to Elend a short list of informants and noblemen who might be willing to talk. Elend passed it to Vin. “Have fun,” he said.
She dropped a coin between them, kissed him again, then shot up into the night.
I am only just beginning to understand the brilliance of the Lord Ruler’s cultural synthesis. One of the benefits afforded him by being both immortal and—for all relevant purposes—omnipotent was a direct and effective influence on the evolution of the Final Empire.
He was able to take elements from a dozen different cultures and apply them to his new, “perfect” society. For instance, the architectural brilliance of the Khlenni builders is manifest in the keeps that the high nobility construct. Khlenni fashion sense—suits for gentlemen, gowns for ladies—is another thing the Lord Ruler decided to appropriate.
I suspect that despite his hatred of the Khlenni people—of whom Alendi was one—Rashek had a deep-seated envy of them as well. The Terris of the time were pastoral herdsmen, the Khlenni cultured cosmopolitans. However ironic, it is logical that Rashek’s new empire would mimic the high culture of the people he hated.