Mistborn #01 The Final Empire

Jastes asked.
    Felt sat down with the keen litheness of his kind. “The building is ostensibly a woodcrafter’s shop, m’lord. One of my men has heard of the place—it’s run by one Master Cladent, a skaa carpenter of no small skill.”
    Elend frowned. “Why did Valette’s steward come here?”
    “We think that the shop is a front, m’lord,” Felt said. “We’ve been observing it ever since the steward led us here, as you ordered. However, we’ve had to be very careful—there are several watchnests hidden on its roof and top floors.”
    Elend frowned. “An odd precaution for a simple craftsman’s shop, I should think.”
    Felt nodded. “That’s not the half of it, m’lord. We managed to sneak one of our best men up to the building itself—we don’t think he was spotted—but he had a remarkably difficult time hearing what’s going on inside. The windows are sealed and stuffed to keep in sound.”
    Another odd precaution, Elend thought. “What do you think it means?” he asked Felt.
    “It’s got to be an underground hideout, m’lord,” Felt said. “And a good one. If we hadn’t been watching carefully, and been certain what to look for, we would never have noticed the signs. My guess is that the men inside—even the Terrisman—are members of a skaa thieving crew. A very well-funded and skilled one.”
    “A skaa thieving crew?” Jastes asked. “And Lady Valette too?”
    “Likely, m’lord,” Felt said.
    Elend paused. “A . . . skaa thieving crew . . .” he said, stunned. Why would they send one of their members to balls? To perform a scam of some sort, perhaps?
    “M’lord?” Felt asked. “Do you want us to break in? I’ve got enough men to take their entire crew.”
    “No,” Elend said. “Call your men back, and tell no one of what you’ve seen this night.”
    “Yes, m’lord,” Felt said, climbing out of the coach.
    “Lord Ruler!” Jastes said as the carriage door closed. “No wonder she didn’t seem like a regular noblewoman. It wasn’t her rural upbringing—she’s just a thief!”
    Elend nodded, thoughtful, not certain what to think.
    “You owe me an apology,” Jastes said. “I was right about her, eh?”
    “Perhaps,” Elend said. “But . . . in a way, you were wrong about her too. She wasn’t trying to spy on me—she was just trying to rob me.”
    “So?”
    “I . . . need to think about this,” Elend said, reaching out and knocking for the carriage to start moving. He sat back as the coach began to roll back toward Keep Venture.
    Valette wasn’t the person that she’d said she was. However, he’d already prepared himself for that news. Not only had Jastes’s words about her made him suspicious, Valette herself hadn’t denied Elend’s accusations earlier in the night. It was obvious; she had been lying to him. Playing a part.
    He should have been furious. He realized this, logically, and a piece of him did ache of betrayal. But, oddly, the primary emotion he felt was one of . . . relief.
    “What?” Jastes asked, studying Elend with a frown.
    Elend shook his head. “You’ve had me worrying over this for days, Jastes. I felt so sick that I could barely function—all because I thought that Valette was a traitor.”
    “But she is . Elend, she’s probably trying to scam you!”
    “Yes,” Elend said, “but at least she probably isn’t a spy for another house. In the face of all the intrigue, politics, and backbiting that has been going on lately, something as simple as a robbery feels slightly refreshing.”
    “But . . .”
    “It’s only money, Jastes.”
    “Money is kind of important to some of us, Elend.”
    “Not as important as Valette. That poor girl . . . all this time, she must have been worrying about the scam she would have to pull on me!”
    Jastes sat for a moment, then he finally shook his head. “Elend, only you would be relieved to find out that someone was trying to steal from you. Need I remind you that the girl has been lying this entire time? You might have grown attached to her, but I doubt her own feelings are genuine.”
    “You may be right,” Elend admitted. “But . . . I don’t know, Jastes. I feel like I know this girl. Her emotions . . . they just seem too real, too honest, to be false.”
    “Doubtful,” Jastes said.
    Elend shook his head. “We don’t have enough information to judge her yet. Felt thinks she’s a thief, but there have to be other reasons a group like that would send someone to