The Hero of Ages

not religious. Sazed suspected that she'd had a different motivation.

She'd wanted to be with him. She had suppressed her dislike of religion out of a desire to be involved with what he found important. And, now that she was dead, Sazed found himself doing what she'd found important. Tindwyl had studied politics and leadership. She'd loved to read the biographies of great statesmen and generals. Had he unconsciously agreed to become Elend's ambassador so that he could involve himself in Tindwyl's studies, just as she-before her death-had given herself over to his?

He wasn't certain. In truth, he thought his problems were deeper than that. However, the fact that Spook had been the one to make such an astute observation gave Sazed pause. It was a very clever way of looking at things. Instead of contradicting him, Spook had offered a possible explanation.

Sazed was impressed. He turned out, looking across the waters for a time and contemplating what Spook had said. Then, he pulled out the next religion in his portfolio and began to consider it. The sooner he got through them, the sooner he could-hopefully-find the truth.

Allomancy, obviously, is of Preservation. The rational mind will see this. For, in the case of Allomancy, net power is gained. It is provided by an external source-Preservation's own body.

32

'Elend, is that really you?'

Elend turned with shock. He'd been mingling at the ball, talking with a group of men who had turned out to be distant cousins of his. The voice from behind, however, seemed far more familiar. 'Telden?' Elend asked. 'What are you doing here!'

'I live here, El,' Telden said, clasping hands with Elend.

Elend was dumbfounded. He hadn't seen Telden since his house had escaped Luthadel in the days of chaos following the death of the Lord Ruler. Once, this man had been one of Elend's best friends. To the side, Elend's cousins made a graceful withdrawal. 'I thought you were in BasMardin, Tell,' Elend said.

'No,' Telden said. 'That's where my house settled, but I thought that the area was too dangerous, what with the koloss rampages. I moved inward to Fadrex once Lord Yomen came to power-he quickly gained a reputation for being able to provide stability.'

Elend smiled. The years had changed his friend. Telden had once been the model of a debonair ladies' man, his hair and expensive suits intended to draw attention. It wasn't that the older Telden had grown sloppy, but he obviously didn't take as much care to appear stylish. He'd always been a large man-tall and kind of rectangular-and the extra weight he'd gained made him look far more. . ordinary than he once had.

'Elend,' Telden said, shaking his head. 'You know, for the longest time, I refused to believe that you'd really managed to seize power in Luthadel.'

'You were there at my coronation!'

'I thought that they had picked you as a puppet, El,' Telden said, rubbing his wide chin. 'I thought. . well, I'm sorry. I guess I just didn't have much faith in you.'

Elend laughed. 'You were right, my friend. I turned out to be a terrible king.'

Telden obviously wasn't sure how to reply to that.

'I did get better at the job,' Elend said. 'I just had to stumble through a few messes first.'

Partygoers shuffled through the divided ballroom. Though those watching did their best to appear uninterested and aloof, Elend could tell that they were doing the noble equivalent of gawking. He glanced to the side, where Vin stood in her gorgeous black dress, surrounded by a group of women. She seemed to be doing well- she took to the courtly scene far better than she liked to let herself think or admit. She was graceful, poised, and the center of attention.

She was also alert-Elend could tell by the way she managed to keep her back to a wall or glass partition. She'd be burning iron or steel, watching for sudden movements of metal that might indicate an attacking Coinshot. Elend began burning iron as well, and he made certain to keep burning zinc to Soothe the emotions of those in the room, keeping them from feeling too angry or threatened by his intrusion. Other Allomancers-Breeze, or even Vin- would have had trouble Soothing an entire room at once. For Elend, with his inordinate power, it barely took any attention.

Telden still stood nearby, looking troubled. Elend tried to say something to start their conversation again, but he struggled to come up with anything that wouldn't sound awkward. It had been nearly four years since Telden had left Luthadel. Before that, he had been one of the friends with whom Elend had discussed political theory, planning with the idealism of youth for the day when they would lead their houses. Yet, the days of youth-and their idealistic theories-were gone.

'So. .' Telden said. 'This is where we end up, is it?'

Elend nodded.

'You're not. . really going to attack the city, are you?' Telden asked. 'You're just here to intimidate Yomen, right?'

'No,' Elend said softly. 'I will conquer the city if I have to, Telden.'

Telden flushed. 'What happened to you, Elend? Where is the man who talked about rights and legality?'

'The world caught up with me, Telden,' Elend said. 'I can't be the man I was.'

'So you become the Lord Ruler instead?'

Elend hesitated. It felt odd to have another confront him with his own questions and arguments. Part of him felt a stab of fear-if Telden asked these things, then Elend had been right to worry about them. Perhaps they were true.

Yet, a stronger impulse flared within him. An impulse nurtured by Tindwyl, then refined by a year of struggling to bring order to the shattered remains of the Final Empire.

An impulse to trust himself.

'No, Telden,' Elend said firmly. 'I'm not the Lord Ruler. A parliamentary council rules in Luthadel, and there are others like it in every city I've brought into my empire. This is the first time that I've marched on a city with my armies out of a need to conquer, rather than protect-and that is only because Yomen himself took this city from an ally of mine.'

Telden snorted. 'You set yourself up as emperor.'

'Because that's what the people need, Telden,' Elend said. 'They don't want to return to the days of the Lord Ruler-but they would rather do that than live in chaos. Yomen's success here proves that much. The people want to know that someone is watching over them. They had a god-emperor for a thousand years-now is not the time to leave them without a leader.'

'You mean to tell me that you're just a figurehead?' Telden asked, folding his arms.

'Hardly,' Elend said. 'But, eventually, I hope to be. We both know I'm a scholar and not a king.'

Telden frowned. He didn't believe Elend. And yet, Elend found that fact didn't bother him. Something about saying those words, about confronting the skepticism, made him recognize the validity of his own confidence. Telden didn't understand-he hadn't lived through what Elend had. The young Elend himself wouldn't have agreed with what he was now doing. A part of that youth still had a voice inside of Elend's soul-and he would never quiet it. However, it was time to stop letting it undermine him.

Elend put a hand on his friend's shoulder. 'It's all right, Tell. It took me years to convince you that the Lord Ruler was a terrible emperor. I fully expect it to take the same amount of time to convince you that I'll be a good one.'

Telden smiled wanly.

'Going to tell me that I've changed?' Elend asked. 'Seems all the rage lately.'

Telden laughed. 'I thought that was obvious. No need to point it out.'

'What, then?' Elend asked.

'Well. .' Telden said. 'I was actually going to chide you for not inviting me to your wedding! I'm hurt, El. Truly. I spent the better part of my youth giving you relationship advice, then when you finally pick a girl, you don't even let me know about the marriage!'