Mistborn #02 The Well of Ascension

nervously.
    "Zinc Gate has fallen, my lord," Sazed replied.
    The young captain paled. "What. . .what should we do?"
    "Why ask me, my lord?" Sazed asked. "You are in command."
    "Please," the man said, grabbing Sazed's arm. "I don't. . .I. . ."
    "My lord," Sazed said sternly, forcing down his own nervousness. "You are a nobleman, are you not?"
    "Yes. . ."
    "Then you are accustomed to giving orders," Sazed said. "Give them now."
    "Which orders?"
    "It doesn't matter," Sazed said. "Let the men see that you are in charge."
    The young man wavered, then yelped and ducked as a rock took one of the nearby archers in the shoulder, throwing him back into the courtyard. The men below scrambled out of the way of the corpse, and Sazed noticed something odd. A group of people had gathered at the back of the courtyard. Civilians—skaa—in ash-stained clothing.
    "What are they doing here?" Sazed asked. "They should be hiding, not standing here to tempt the koloss once the creatures break through!"
    " Once they break through?" Captain Bedes asked.
    Sazed ignored the man. Civilians he could deal with. He was accustomed to being in charge of a nobleman's servants.
    "I will go speak to them," Sazed said.
    "Yes. . ." Bedes said. "That sounds like a good idea."
    Sazed made his way down the steps, which were growing slick and wet with ashen slush, then approached the group of people. There were even more of them than he had assumed; they extended back into the street a short distance. The hundred or so people stood huddled together, watching the gates through the falling snow, looking cold, and Sazed felt a little guilty for his brassmind's warmth.
    Several of the people bowed their heads as Sazed approached.
    "Why are you here?" Sazed asked. "Please, you must seek shelter. If your homes are near the courtyard, then go hide near the middle of the city. The koloss are likely to begin pillaging as soon as they finish with the army, so the edges of the city are more dangerous."
    None of the people moved.
    "Please!" Sazed said. "You must go. If you stay, you will die!"
    "We are not here to die, Holy First Witness," said an elderly man at the front. "We are here to watch the koloss fall."
    "Fall?" Sazed asked.
    "The Lady Heir will protect us," said another woman.
    "The Lady Heir has left the city!" Sazed said.
    "Then we will watch you, Holy First Witness," the man said, leaning with one hand on a young boy's shoulder.
    "Holy First Witness?" Sazed said. "Why call me this name?"
    "You are the one who brought news of the Lord Ruler's death," the man said. "You gave the Lady Heir the spear she used to slay our lord. You were the witness to her actions."
    Sazed shook his head. "That may be true, but I am not worthy of reverence. I'm not a holy man, I'm just a. . ."
    "A witness," the old man said. "If the Heir is to join this fight, she will appear near you."
    "I. . .am sorry. . ." Sazed said, flushing. I sent her away. I sent your god to safety .
    The people watched him, their eyes reverent. It was wrong; they should not worship him. He was simply an observer.
    Except, he wasn't. He had made himself part of this all. It was as Tindwyl had indirectly warned him. Now that Sazed had participated in events, he had become an object of worship himself.
    "You should not look at me like that," Sazed said.
    "The Lady Heir says the same thing," the old man said, smiling, breath puffing in the cold air.
    "That is different," Sazed said. "She is. . ." He cut off, turning as he heard cries from behind. The archers on the wall were waving in alarm, and young Captain Bedes was rushing over to them. What is—
    A bestial blue creature suddenly pulled itself up onto the wall, its skin streaked and dripping with scarlet blood. It shoved aside a surprised archer, then grabbed Captain Bedes by the neck and tossed him backward. The boy disappeared, falling to the koloss below. Sazed heard the screams even from a distance. A second koloss pulled itself up onto the wall, then a third. Archers stumbled away in shock, dropping their weapons, some shoving others off the ramparts in their haste.
    The koloss are jumping up , Sazed realized. Enough corpses must have piled below. And yet, to jump so high. . .
    More and more creatures were pulling themselves onto the top of the wall. They were the largest of the monsters, the ones over ten feet in height, but that only made it easier for them to sweep the archers out of their way. Men fell to the courtyard, and the pounding on