Mistborn #01 The Final Empire

of fact, it is.”
    “All right,” Yeden said, sighing. “We continue.”
    “Good,” Kelsier said, writing Kelsier: Equipment under Troops . “The Renoux front will also give us an ‘in’ with Luthadel high society. This will be a very important advantage—we’ll need to keep careful track of Great House politics if we’re going to start a war.”
    “This house war might not be as easy to pull off as you think, Kelsier,” Breeze warned. “The current lot of high noblemen is a careful, discriminating group.”
    Kelsier smiled. “Then it’s good that you’re here to help, Breeze. You’re an expert at making people do what you want—together, you and I will plan how to make the high nobility turn on each other. Major house wars seem to happen every couple of centuries or so. The current group’s competence will only make them more dangerous, so getting them riled up shouldn’t be that hard. In fact, I’ve already started the process. . . .”
    Breeze raised an eyebrow, then glanced at Ham. The Thug grumbled a bit, pulling out a golden ten-boxing coin and flipping it across the room to the self-satisfied Breeze.
    “What was that about?” Dockson asked.
    “We had a bet,” Breeze said, “regarding whether or not Kelsier was involved in last night’s disturbance.”
    “Disturbance?” Yeden asked. “What disturbance?”
    “Someone attacked House Venture,” Ham said. “The rumors claim that three full Mistborn were sent to assassinate Straff Venture himself.”
    Kelsier snorted. “Three? Straff certainly has an elevated opinion of himself. I didn’t go anywhere near His Lordship. I was there for the atium—and to make certain that I was seen.”
    “Venture isn’t sure who to blame,” Breeze said. “But because Mistborn were involved, everyone assumes that it was one of the Great Houses.”
    “That was the idea,” Kelsier said happily. “The high nobility take Mistborn attacks very seriously—they have an unspoken agreement that they won’t use Mistborn to assassinate each other. A few more strikes like this, and I’ll have them snapping at each other like frightened animals.”
    He turned, adding Breeze: Planning and Kelsier: General Mayhem beneath Great Houses on the board.
    “Anyway,” Kelsier continued, “we’ll need to keep an eye on local politics to find out which Houses are making alliances. That means sending a spy to some of their functions.”
    “Is that really necessary?” Yeden asked uncomfortably.
    Ham nodded. “It’s standard procedure for any Luthadel job, actually. If there is information to be had, it will pass through the lips of the court’s powerful. It always pays to keep an open set of ears moving through their circles.”
    “Well, that should be easy,” Breeze said. “We just bring up your impostor and send him into the parties.”
    Kelsier shook his head. “Unfortunately, Lord Renoux himself won’t be able to come to Luthadel.”
    Yeden frowned. “Why not? Won’t your impostor hold up to close scrutiny?”
    “Oh, he looks just like Lord Renoux,” Kelsier said. “ Exactly like Lord Renoux, actually. We just can’t let him get near an Inquisitor. . . .”
    “Ah,” Breeze said, exchanging a glance with Ham. “One of those . Well, then.”
    “What?” Yeden asked. “What does he mean?”
    “You don’t want to know,” Breeze said.
    “I don’t?”
    Breeze shook his head. “You know how unsettled you just were when Kelsier said he’d replaced Lord Renoux with an impostor? Well, this is about a dozen times worse. Trust me—the less you know, the more comfortable you’ll be.”
    Yeden looked toward Kelsier, who was smiling broadly. Yeden paled, then leaned back in his chair. “I think you’re probably right.”
    Vin frowned, eying the others in the room. They seemed to know what Kelsier was talking about. She’d have to study this Lord Renoux sometime.
    “Anyway,” Kelsier said, “we have to send someone to the social functions. Dox, therefore, will be playing Renoux’s nephew and heir, a scion of the family who has recently gained favor with Lord Renoux.”
    “Wait a moment, Kell,” Dockson said. “You didn’t tell me about this.”
    Kelsier shrugged. “We’re going to need someone to be our dupe with the nobility. I assumed that you’d fit the role.”
    “Can’t be me,” Dockson said. “I got marked during the Eiser job just a couple months back.”
    Kelsier frowned.
    “What?” Yeden asked. “Do I want to