Mistborn #02 The Well of Ascension

word of events at Luthadel, then? There was a senior Keeper in residence there. We were hoping, perhaps, to seek her counsel."
    "Lady Tindwyl?" Elend asked.
    The old man perked up. "Yes. You know her?"
    "She was an attendant at the king's court," Elend said.
    "Keeper Tindwyl could be considered our leader now, I think," the old man said. "We aren't certain how many traveling Keepers there are, but she is the only known member of the Synod who was out of the city when we were attacked."
    "She was still in Luthadel when I left," Elend said.
    "Then she might live still," the old man said. "We can hope, I think. I thank you, traveler, for your information. Please, make yourself comfortable in our camp."
    Elend nodded, rising. Spook stood a short distance away, in the mists near a pair of trees. Elend joined him.
    The people kept large fires burning in the night, as if to defy the mists. The light did some good in dispelling the mists' power—and yet the light seemed to accentuate them as well, creating three-dimensional shadows that bewildered the eye. Spook leaned against the scraggly tree trunk, looking around at things Elend couldn't see. Elend could hear, however, some of what Spook must be inspecting. Crying children. Coughing men. Shuffling livestock.
    "It doesn't look good, does it?" Elend said quietly.
    Spook shook his head. "I wish they'd take down all these fires," he muttered. "The light hurts my eyes."
    Elend glanced to the side. "They aren't that bright."
    Spook shrugged. "They're just wasting wood."
    "Forgive them their comfort, for now. They'll have little enough of it in the weeks to come." Elend paused, looking over at a passing squad of Terris "soldiers"—a group of men who were obviously stewards. Their posture was excellent, and they walked with a smooth grace, but Elend doubted they knew how to use any weapons beyond a cooking knife.
    No, there is no army in Terris to help my people .
    "You sent Vin back to gather our allies," Spook said quietly. "To bring them up to meet with us, perhaps to seek refuge in Terris."
    "I know," Elend said.
    "We can't gather in Terris, though," Spook said. "Not with the Inquisitors up there."
    "I know," Elend said again.
    Spook was silent for a moment. "The whole world is falling apart, El," he finally said. "Terris, Luthadel. . ."
    "Luthadel has not been destroyed," Elend said, looking sharply at Spook.
    "The koloss—"
    "Vin will have found a way to stop them," Elend said. "For all we know, she already found the power at the Well of Ascension. We need to keep going. We can, and will, rebuild whatever was lost. Then we'll worry about helping Terris."
    Spook paused, then nodded and smiled. Elend was surprised to see how much his confident words seemed to soothe the boy's concerns. Spook leaned back, eyeing Elend's still steaming cup of tea, and Elend handed it over with a mumble that he didn't like heartroot tea. Spook drank happily.
    Elend, however, found matters more troubling than he'd admitted. The Deepness returning, ghosts in the mist, and Inquisitors making a play for the Terris Dominance. What else have I been ignoring?

It is a distant hope. Alendi has survived assassins, wars, and catastrophes. And yet, I hope that in the frozen mountains of Terris, he may finally be exposed. I hope for a miracle .

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    "LOOK, WE ALL KNOW WHAT we need to do," Cett said, pounding the table. "We've got our armies here, ready and willing to fight. Now, let's go get my damn country back!"
    "The empress gave us no command to do such a thing," Janarle said, sipping his tea, completely unfazed by Cett's lack of decorum. "I, personally, think that we should wait at least until the emperor returns."
    Penrod, the oldest of the men in the room, had enough tact to look sympathetic. "I understand that you are concerned for your people, Lord Cett. But we haven't even had a week to rebuild Luthadel. It is far too early to be worrying about expanding our influence. We cannot possibly authorize these preparations."
    "Oh, leave off, Penrod," Cett snapped. "You're not in charge of us."
    All three men turned to Sazed. He felt very awkward, sitting at the head of the table in Keep Venture's conference chamber. Aides and attendants, including some of Dockson's bureaucrats, stood at the perimeter of the sparse room, but only the three rulers—now kings beneath Elend's imperial rule—sat with Sazed at the table.
    "I think that we should not be hasty, Lord Cett," Sazed said.
    "This isn't haste,"