Mistborn #02 The Well of Ascension

herself. You just try your best to hide it .
    And he also wasn't the impostor. She'd known that before, of course; Breeze hadn't been in the city when the kandra had made the switch. However, having a second confirmation lifted a tiny bit of her burden.
    Now if she could just eliminate some of the others.

    Elend bid the crew farewell after the meeting. Dockson went to pen the requested letters, Ham to go over security, Clubs back to training the soldiers, and Breeze to try and placate the Assembly regarding Elend's lack of attention.
    Vin trailed out of the study, shooting him a glance, then eyeing Tindwyl. Suspicious of her still, eh ? Elend thought with amusement. He nodded reassuringly, and Vin frowned, looking just a little annoyed. He would have let her stay, but. . .well, facing Tindwyl was embarrassing enough alone.
    Vin left the room, wolfhound kandra at her side. Looks like she's growing more attached to the creature , Elend thought with satisfaction. It was good to know that someone watched over her.
    Vin shut the door behind her, and Elend sighed, rubbing his shoulder. Several weeks of training with the sword and cane were taking a lot out of him, and his body was bruised. He tried to keep the pain from showing—or, rather, from letting Tindwyl see him show the pain. At least I proved that I'm learning , he thought. She had to see how well I did today .
    "Well?" he asked.
    "You are an embarrassment," Tindwyl said, standing before her chair.
    "So you like to say," Elend said, walking forward to begin piling up a stack of books. Tindwyl said that he needed to let servants keep his study clean, something he'd always resisted. The clutter of books and papers felt right to him, and he certainly didn't want someone else moving them around.
    With her standing there looking at him, however, it was difficult not to feel self-conscious about the mess. He stacked another book on the pile.
    "Surely you noticed how well I did," Elend said. "I got them to let me go into Straff's camp."
    "You are king, Elend Venture," Tindwyl said, arms folded. "Nobody 'lets' you do anything. The first change in attitude has to be your own—you have to stop thinking that you need permission or agreement from those who follow you."
    "A king should lead by consent of his citizens," Elend said. "I will not be another Lord Ruler."
    "A king should be strong," Tindwyl said firmly. "He accepts counsel, but only when he asks for it. He makes it clear that the final decision is his, not his counselors'. You need better control over your advisors. If they don't respect you, then your enemies won't either—and the masses never will."
    "Ham and the others respect me."
    Tindwyl raised an eyebrow.
    "They do!"
    "What do they call you?"
    Elend shrugged. "They're my friends. They use my name."
    "Or a close approximation of it. Right, 'El'?"
    Elend flushed, setting one final book on the stack. "You'd have me force my friends to address me by my title?"
    "Yes," Tindwyl said. "Especially in public. You should be addressed as 'Your Majesty,' or at least as 'my lord.'"
    "I doubt Ham would deal well with that," Elend said. "He has some issues with authority."
    "He will get over them," Tindwyl said, wiping her finger along a bookcase. She didn't need to hold it up for Elend to know there would be dust on its tip.
    "What about you?" Elend challenged.
    "Me?"
    "You call me 'Elend Venture,' not 'Your Majesty.'"
    "I am different," Tindwyl said.
    "Well, I don't see why you should be. You can call me 'Your Majesty' from now on."
    Tindwyl smiled slyly. "Very well, Your Majesty. You can unclench your fists now. You're going to have to work on that—a statesman should not give visual clues of his nervousness."
    Elend glanced down, relaxing his hands. "All right."
    "In addition," Tindwyl continued, "you still hedge too much in your language. It makes you seem timid and hesitant."
    "I'm working on that."
    "Don't apologize unless you really mean it," Tindwyl said. "And don't make excuses. You don't need them. A leader is often judged by how well he bears responsibility. As king, everything that happens in your kingdom—regardless of who commits the act—is your fault. You are even responsible for unavoidable events such as earthquakes or storms."
    "Or armies," Elend said.
    Tindwyl nodded. "Or armies. It is your responsibility to deal with these things, and if something goes wrong, it is your fault. You simply have to accept this."
    Elend nodded, picking up a