Mistborn #01 The Final Empire

Renoux. Since I’m not familiar with the ways of court, I will be flattered by their attention. I will ingratiate myself to the court community, but I will stay quiet and out of trouble.”
    “Your memorization skills are admirable, Mistress,” Sazed said. “This humble attendant wonders how much more successful might you be if you dedicated yourself to learning, rather than dedicating yourself to avoiding our lessons.”
    Vin eyed him. “Do all Terrisman ‘humble attendants’ give their masters as much lip as you do?”
    “Only the successful ones.”
    Vin eyed him for a moment, then sighed. “I’m sorry, Saze. I don’t mean to avoid your lessons. I just . . . the mists . . . I get distracted sometimes.”
    “Well, fortunately and honestly, you are very quick to learn. However, the people of the court have had their entire lives to study etiquette. Even as a rural noblewoman, there are certain things you would know.”
    “I know,” Vin said. “I don’t want to stand out.”
    “Oh, you can’t avoid that, Mistress. A newcomer, from a distant part of the empire? Yes, they will notice you. We just don’t want to make them suspicious. You must be considered, then dismissed. If you act too much like a fool, that will be suspect in and of itself.”
    Great.
    Sazed paused, cocking his head slightly. A few seconds later, Vin heard footsteps in the hallway outside. Kelsier sauntered into the room, bearing a self-satisfied smile. He pulled off his mistcloak, then paused as he saw Vin.
    “What?” she asked, sinking a little further into the chair.
    “The haircut looks good,” Kelsier said. “Nice job, Cosahn.”
    “It was nothing, Master Kelsier.” Vin could hear the blush in her voice. “I just work with what I have.”
    “Mirror,” Vin said, holding out her hand.
    Cosahn handed her one. Vin held it up, and what she saw gave her pause. She looked . . . like a girl.
    Cosahn had done a remarkable job of evening out the hair, and she had managed to get rid of the snags. Vin had always found that if her hair got too long, it had a tendency to stand up. Cosahn had done something about this too. Vin’s hair still wasn’t very long—it barely hung down over her ears—but at least it lay flat.
    You don’t want them to think of you as a girl, Reen’s voice warned. Yet, for once, she found herself wanting to ignore that voice.
    “We might actually turn you into a lady, Vin!” Kelsier said with a laugh, earning him a glare from Vin.
    “First we’ll have to persuade her not to scowl so often, Master Kelsier,” Sazed noted.
    “That’s going to be hard,” Kelsier said. “She’s quite fond of making faces. Anyway, well done, Cosahn.”
    “I’ve still got a little bit of trimming to do, Master Kelsier,” the woman said.
    “By all means, continue,” Kelsier said. “But I’m going to filch Sazed for a moment.”
    Kelsier winked at Vin, smiled at Cosahn, then he and Sazed retreated from the room—once again leaving Vin where she couldn’t eavesdrop.

    Kelsier peeked into the kitchen, watching Vin sit sullenly in her chair. The haircut really was good. However, his compliments had an ulterior motive—he suspected that Vin had spent far too much of her life being told that she was worthless. Perhaps if she had a bit more self-confidence, she wouldn’t try to hide so much.
    He let the door slide shut, turning to Sazed. The Terrisman waited, as always, with restful patience.
    “How is the training going?” Kelsier asked.
    “Very well, Master Kelsier,” Sazed said. “She already knew some things from training she received at her brother’s hands. Above that, however, she is an extremely intelligent girl—perceptive and quick to memorize. I didn’t expect such skill from one who grew up in her circumstances.”
    “A lot of the street children are clever,” Kelsier said. “The ones who aren’t dead.”
    Sazed nodded solemnly. “She is extremely reserved, and I sense that she doesn’t see the full value in my lessons. She is very obedient, but is quick to exploit mistakes or misunderstandings. If I don’t tell her exactly when and where to meet, I often have to search the entire mansion for her.”
    Kelsier nodded. “I think it’s her way of maintaining a bit of control in her life. Anyway, what I really wanted to know is whether she’s ready or not.”
    “I’m not sure, Master Kelsier,” Sazed replied. “Pure knowledge is not the equivalent of skill. I’m not certain if she