Mistborn #02 The Well of Ascension

dangerous. Plus, we now have the information we wanted to get from her. They don't have the atium."
    "You believe them?" Zane asked.
    Straff paused. After how thoroughly he'd been manipulated this evening, he wasn't going to trust anything he thought he'd learned. "No," he decided. "But we'll find it another way. I want that girl dead , Zane."
    "Are we attacking the city for real, then?"
    Straff almost gave the order right then, commanding his armies to prepare for a morning assault. The preliminary attack had gone well, showing that the defenses were hardly impressive. Straff could take that wall, then use it against Cett.
    However, Elend's final words before departing this evening made him stop. Send your armies against my city, Father , the boy had said, and die. You've felt her power—you know what she can do. You can try and hide, you can even conquer my city .
    But she will find you. And she will kill you .
    Your only option is to wait. I'll contact you when my armies are prepared to attack Cett. We'll strike together, as I said earlier .
    Straff couldn't depend on that. The boy had changed—had become strong, somehow. If Straff and Elend attacked together, Straff had no illusions as to how quickly he'd be betrayed. But Straff couldn't attack Luthadel while that girl was alive. Not knowing her strength, having felt her touch on his emotions.
    "No," he finally said to Zane's question. "We won't attack. Not until you kill her."
    "That might be harder than you make it sound, Father," Zane said. "I'll need some help."
    "What kind of help?"
    "A strike team. Allomancers that can't be traced."
    Zane was speaking of a particular group. Most Allomancers were easy to identify because of their noble lineages. Straff, however, had access to some special resources. There was a reason that he had so many mistresses—dozens and dozens of them. Some thought it was just because he was lustful.
    That wasn't it at all. More mistresses meant more children. And more children, born from a high noble line like his, meant more Allomancers. He'd only spawned one Mistborn, but there were many Mistings.
    "It will be done," Straff said.
    "They might not survive the encounter, Father," Zane warned, still standing in the mists.
    That awful sensation returned. The sense of nothingness, the horrible knowledge that someone else had complete and total control over his emotions. Nobody should have that much power over him. Especially not Elend.
    He should be dead. He came right to me. And I let him go .
    "Get rid of her," Straff said. "Do anything you need to, Zane. Anything."
    Zane nodded, then walked away with a self-satisfied stroll.
    Straff returned to his tent and sent for Hoselle again. She looked enough like Elend's girl. It would do him good to remind himself that most of the time, he really was in control.

    Elend sat back in the carriage, a little stunned. I'm still alive ! he thought with growing excitement. I did it! I convinced Straff to leave the city alone .
    For a time, at least. Luthadel's safety depended on Straff remaining frightened of Vin. But. . .well, any victory was an enormous one for Elend. He hadn't failed his people. He was their king, and his plan—crazy though it might have seemed—had worked. The small crown on his head suddenly didn't seem as heavy as it had before.
    Vin sat across from him. She didn't look nearly as pleased as she could have.
    "We did it, Vin!" Elend said. "It wasn't what we planned, but it worked. Straff won't dare attack the city now."
    She nodded quietly.
    Elend frowned. "Um, it's because of you that the city will be safe. You know that, right? If you hadn't been there. . .well, of course, if it hadn't been for you, the entire Final Empire would still be enslaved."
    "Because I killed the Lord Ruler," she said quietly.
    Elend nodded.
    "But it was Kelsier's plan—the crew's skills, the people's strength of will—that freed the empire. I just held the knife."
    "You make it sound like a trivial thing, Vin," he said. "It's not! You're a fantastic Allomancer. Ham says he can't beat you even in an unfair fight anymore, and you've kept the palace free of assassins. There's nobody like you in all of the Final Empire!"
    Strangely, his words made her huddle into the corner just a little farther. She turned, watching out the window, eyes staring into the mists. "Thank you," she said softly.
    Elend wrinkled his brow. Every time I begin to think I've figured out what's going on in her head . . .He