The Hero of Ages

pointed out that those who fell sick did so at Kelsier's will.'

Elend paused. 'I did?'

Demoux nodded. 'On that morning when we exposed our army to the mists, you shouted out for them to remember that Kelsier is the Lord of the Mists, and that the sickness must-therefore-be his will. I think you were right. The Survivor is Lord of the Mists. He proclaimed it so himself, during the nights before he died. He's behind the sickness, my lord. I know he is. He saw those who lacked faith, and he cursed them.'

'That isn't what I meant, Demoux,' Elend said. 'I was implying that Kelsier wanted us to suffer this setback, but not that he was targeting specific individuals.'

'Either way, my lord, you said the words.'

Elend waved his hand dismissively.

'Then how do you explain the strange numbers, my lord?' Demoux asked.

'I'm not sure,' Elend said. 'I'll admit that the number of people who fell sick does produce an odd statistic, but that doesn't say anything about you specifically, Demoux.'

'I don't mean that number, my lord,' Demoux said, still looking down. 'I mean the number who remained sick while the others recovered.'

Elend paused. 'Wait. What is this?'

'Haven't you heard, my lord?' Demoux asked in the quiet tent. 'The scribes have been talking about it, and it's gotten around to the army. I don't think that most of them understand the numbers and such, but they understand that something strange is happening.'

'What numbers?' Elend asked.

'Five thousand people got taken by the sickness, my lord,' Demoux said.

Exactly sixteen percent of the army, Elend thought.

'Of those, some five hundred died,' Demoux said. 'Of those remaining, almost everyone recovered in one day.'

'But some didn't,' Elend said. 'Like you.'

'Like me,' Demoux said softly. 'Three hundred and twenty-seven of us remained sick when the others got better.'

'So?' Elend asked.

'That's exactly one-sixteenth of those who fell to the sickness, my lord,' Demoux said. 'And we stayed sick exactly sixteen days. To the hour.'

The tent flap rustled quietly in the breeze. Elend fell quiet, and couldn't completely suppress a shiver. 'Coincidence,' he finally said. 'Statisticians looking for connections can always find odd coincidences and statistical anomalies, if they try hard enough.'

'This doesn't seem like a simple anomaly, my lord,' Demoux said. 'It's precise. The same number keeps showing up, over and over. Sixteen.'

Elend shook his head. 'Even if it does, Demoux, it doesn't mean anything. It's just a number.'

'It's the number of months the Survivor spent in the Pits of Hathsin,' Demoux said.

'Coincidence.'

'It's how old Lady Vin was when she became Mistborn.'

'Again, coincidence,' Elend said.

'There seem to be an awful lot of coincidences related to this, my lord,' Demoux said.

Elend frowned, folding his arms. Demoux was right on that point. My denials are getting us nowhere. I need to know what people are thinking, not just contradict them.

'All right, Demoux,' Elend said. 'Let's say that none of these things are coincidences. You seem to have a theory of what they mean.'

'It's what I said earlier, my lord,' Demoux said. 'The mists are of the Survivor. They take certain people and kill them, others of us they make sick-leaving the number sixteen as a proof that he really was behind the event. So, therefore, the people who grow the most sick are the ones who have displeased him the most.'

'Well, except for the ones who died from the sickness,' Elend noted.

'True,' Demoux said, looking up. 'So. . maybe there's hope for me.'

'That wasn't supposed to be a comforting comment, Demoux. I still don't accept all of this. Perhaps there are oddities, but your interpretation is based on speculation. Why would the Survivor be displeased with you? You're one of his most faithful priests.'

'I took the position for myself, my lord,' Demoux said. 'He didn't choose me. I just. . started teaching what I'd seen, and people listened to me. That must be what I did to offend him. If he'd wanted that from me, he'd have chosen me when he was alive, don't you think?'

I don't think the Survivor cared much about this when he was alive, Elend thought. He just wanted to stir up enough anger in the skaa that they would rebel.

'Demoux,' Elend said, 'you know that the Survivor didn't organize this religion when he was alive. Only men and women like you-those who looked toward his teachings after he died-have been able to build up a community of the faithful.'

'True,' Demoux. 'But he did appear to some people after his death. I wasn't one of those people.'

'He didn't appear to anyone,' Elend said. 'That was OreSeur the kandra wearing his body. You know that, Demoux.'

'Yes,' Demoux said. 'But, that kandra acted at the Survivor's request. And, I wasn't on the list to get visited.'

Elend laid a hand on Demoux's shoulder, looking in the man's eyes. He had seen the general, worn and grizzled beyond his age, determinedly stare down a savage koloss a full five feet taller than he was. Demoux was not a weak man, either in body or in faith.

'Demoux,' Elend said, 'I mean this in the kindest way, but your self-pity is getting in the way. If these mists took you, then we need to use that as proof that their effects have nothing to do with Kelsier's displeasure. We don't have time for you to question yourself right now-we both know you're twice as devoted as any other man in this army.'

Demoux flushed.

'Think about it,' Elend said, giving Demoux a little extra Allomantic shove in the emotions, 'in you, we have obvious proof that a person's faithfulness has nothing to do with whether or not they're taken by the mists. So, rather than letting you mope, we need to move on and find the real reason the mists are behaving as they are.'

Demoux stood for a moment, then finally nodded. 'Perhaps you're right, my lord. Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions.'

Elend smiled. Then, he paused, thinking about his own words. Obvious proof that a person's faithfulness has nothing to do with whether they're taken by the mists. .

It wasn't exactly true. Demoux was one of the strongest believers in the camp. What of the others who had been sick as long as he? Had they been, perhaps, men of extreme faith as well? Elend opened his mouth to ask the question of Demoux. That was when the shouting started.

Hemalurgic decay was less obvious in Inquisitors that had been created from Mistborn. Since they already had Allomantic powers, the addition of other abilities made them awesomely strong.

In most cases, however, Inquisitors were created from Mistings. It appears that Seekers, like Marsh, were the favored recruits. For, when a Mistborn wasn't available, an Inquisitor with enhanced bronze abilities was a powerful tool for searching out skaa Mistings.

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