The Alloy of Law - Brandon Sanderson [77]
“Does this change things?” Marasi asked.
“Yes,” Waxillium said. “It means all this is far more dangerous than I’d thought.”
“Delightful.”
Wayne grinned. “Well, we wanted you to have the full experience. You know, for science and all.”
“Actually,” Waxillium said, “I’ve been thinking of how best to send you someplace safe.”
“You want to be rid of me?” she asked. She widened her eyes to look heartbroken, her voice softening in a pitiful kind of betrayed way. He was half tempted to think she’d been learning from Wayne. “I thought I was being of help to you.”
“You are,” Waxillium said. “But you also have little practical experience in what we are doing.”
“A woman must gain experience somehow,” she said, lifting her head. “I’ve already survived a kidnapping and an assassination attempt.”
The doors of the passenger car rattled as they rounded a bend. “Yes, but Lady Marasi, the presence of a Twinborn on the other side changes things. If it comes to a fight, I don’t think I can defeat Miles. He’s crafty, powerful, and determined. I’d rather you were somewhere safe.”
“Where?” she asked. “Any of your estates would be obvious, as would those of my father. I can’t very well hide in the underground of the city; I highly doubt I’d be inconspicuous there! I hasten to suggest that the safest place for me is near you.”
“Odd,” Wayne said, “I usually find the safest places in life are everywhere but near Wax. Have I mentioned the likelihood of explosions?”
“Perhaps we should just go to the constables,” Marasi said. “Lord Waxillium … this kind of private investigation is technically illegal—at least insofar as we have important facts that the constables don’t. We are required to bring what we know to the authorities.”
“Don’t get him thinking!” Wayne said. “I was just starting to get him to stop saying stuff like that!”
“It’s all right, Wayne,” Waxillium said softly. “I’ve made a promise. I told Lord Harms I’d return Steris to him. And I will. That is that.”
“Then I will remain and help,” Marasi said. “That is that.”
“And I could really use some food,” Wayne added. “Fat is fat.”
“Wayne…” Waxillium said.
“I’m serious,” Wayne said. “Ain’t had nothing to eat since those scones.”
“We’ll get something at our stop,” Waxillium said. “First, I would like to know something from Lady Marasi.”
“Yes?”
“Well, assuming you are to remain with us, I’d like to know what kind of Allomancer you are.”
Wayne sat up with a start. “Huh?”
Marasi blushed.
“You carry a pouch of metal shavings in your handbag,” Waxillium said. “And you are always anxious to keep the handbag close. You know little about Feruchemy, but seem to understand Allomancy. You weren’t surprised when Wayne stopped time in a bubble around us—in fact, you stepped right up to the barrier, as if familiar with them. And you come from a hereditary line that is being hunted precisely because it includes a lot of Allomancers.”
“I…” she said. “Well, there really wasn’t a good opportunity…” She blushed more furiously.
“I’m surprised, and a little disappointed,” Wayne said.
“Well,” she said quickly, “I—”
“Oh, not at you,” Wayne said. “At Wax. I’d have expected that he’d put this sort of thing together on your first meeting.”
“I’m growing slow in my old age,” Waxillium said dryly.
“It’s not really very useful,” she said, looking down. “When I saw Wayne using his Slider ability, I started to get self-conscious. You see, I’m a Pulser.”
As he’d suspected. “I think that could be very useful.”
“Not really,” she said. “Speeding up time … that is amazing. But what can one do with slowing it down, and only for myself? It’s useless in a fight. Everyone else would move with great speed around me. My father was ashamed of the power. Told me to keep it quiet, much like my parentage.”
“Your father,” Waxillium said, “is someone that I’m increasingly certain is a fool. You have access to something useful. No, it won’t fit every situation, but no tool does.”
“If you say so,