Mistborn #01 The Final Empire

brother,” Dockson said, pointing at a large map laid across the desk. “It arrived this afternoon in the hollow of a broken table leg that the Canton of Orthodoxy hired Clubs to repair.”
    “Interesting,” Kelsier said, scanning the map. “It’s a list of the Soothing stations, I assume?”
    “Indeed,” Breeze said. “It’s quite the discovery—I’ve never seen such a detailed, carefully drawn map of the city. Why, it not only shows every one of the thirty-four Soothing stations, but also locations of Inquisitor activity, as well as places that the different Cantons are concerned about. I haven’t had the opportunity to associate much with your brother, but I must say that the man is obviously a genius!”
    “It’s almost hard to believe he’s related to Kell, eh?” Dockson said with a smile. He had a notepad before him, and was in the process of making a list of all the Soothing stations.
    Kelsier snorted. “Marsh might be the genius, but I’m the handsome one. What are these numbers?”
    “Inquisitor raids and dates,” Ham said. “You’ll notice that Vin’s crewhouse is listed.”
    Kelsier nodded. “How in the world did Marsh manage to steal a map like this?”
    “He didn’t,” Dockson said as he wrote. “There was a note with the map. Apparently, high prelans gave it to him—they’ve been very impressed with Marsh, and wanted him to look over the city and recommend locations for new Soothing stations. It seems that the Ministry is a bit worried about the house war, and they want to send out some extra Soothers to try and keep things under control.”
    “We’re supposed to send the map back inside the repaired table leg,” Sazed said. “Once we are done this evening, I shall endeavor to copy it in as short a time as possible.”
    And memorize it as well, thereby making it part of every Keeper’s record, Kelsier thought. The day when you’ll stop memorizing and start teaching is coming soon, Saze. I hope your people are ready.
    Kelsier turned, studying the map. It was as impressive as Breeze had said. Indeed, Marsh must have taken an extremely great risk in sending it away. Perhaps a foolhardy risk, even—but the information it contained . . .
    We’ll have to get this back quickly, Kelsier thought. Tomorrow morning, if possible.
    “What is this?” Vin asked quietly, leaning across the large map and pointing. She wore a noblewoman’s dress—a pretty one-piece garment that was only slightly less ornate than a ball gown.
    Kelsier smiled. He could remember a time when Vin had looked frighteningly awkward in a dress, but she seemed to have taken an increasing liking to them. She still didn’t move quite like a noble-born lady. She was graceful—but it was the dexterous grace of a predator, not the deliberate grace of a courtly lady. Still, the gowns seemed to fit Vin now—in a way that had nothing at all to do with tailoring.
    Ah, Mare, Kelsier thought. You always wanted a daughter you could teach to walk the line between noblewoman and thief. They would have liked each other; they both had a hidden streak of unconventionality. Perhaps if his wife were still alive, she could have taught Vin things about pretending to be a noblewoman that even Sazed didn’t know.
    Of course, if Mare were still alive, I wouldn’t be doing any of this. I wouldn’t dare.
    “Look!” Vin said. “One of these Inquisitor dates is new—it’s marked as yesterday!”
    Dockson shot a glance at Kelsier.
    We would have had to tell her eventually anyway. . . . “That was Theron’s crew,” Kelsier said. “An Inquisitor hit them yesterday evening.”
    Vin paled.
    “Should I recognize that name?” Ham asked.
    “Theron’s crew was part of the team that was trying to dupe the Ministry with Camon,” Vin said. “This means . . . they probably still have my trail.”
    The Inquisitor recognized her that night when we infiltrated the palace. He wanted to know who her father was. It’s fortunate that those inhuman things make the nobility uncomfortable—otherwise, we’d have to worry about sending her to balls.
    “Theron’s crew,” Vin said. “Was . . . it like last time?”
    Dockson nodded. “No survivors.”
    There was an uncomfortable silence, and Vin looked visibly sick.
    Poor kid, Kelsier thought. There was little they could do but move on, though. “All right. How are we going to use this map?”
    “It has some Ministry notes on house defenses,” Ham said. “Those will be