Mistborn #03 The Hero of Ages

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    "Conrad?" Demoux asked with surprise.
    "You know this man?" Elend asked.
    "Yes, my lord," Demoux said. "He's one of the lieutenants I left back in Luthadel with King Penrod."
    Conrad saluted, though he looked rather the worse for the wear. "My lord," the man said. "I bring news from the capital."
    "Finally!" Elend said. "What word from Penrod? Where are those supply barges I sent for?"
    "Supply barges, my lord?" Conrad asked. "My lord, King Penrod sent me to ask you for resupply. There are riots in the city, and some of the food stores have been pillaged. King Penrod sent me to ask you for a contingent of troops to help him restore order."
    "Troops?" Elend asked. "What of the garrison I left with him? He should have plenty of men!"
    "They're not enough, my lord," Conrad said. "I don't know why. I can only relay the message I was sent to deliver."
    Elend cursed, slamming his fist against the command tent's table. "Can Penrod not do the one thing I asked of him? All he needed to do was hold lands we already have secure!"
    The soldier jumped at the outburst, and Vin watched with concern. Elend, however, managed to keep his temper under control. He took a deep breath, waving to the soldier. "Rest yourself, Lieutenant Conrad, and get some food. I will want to speak with you further about this later."
    Vin found Elend later that night, standing on the perimeter of the camp, looking up at the Fadrex watch fires on the cliffs above. She laid a hand on his shoulder, and the fact that he didn't jump indicated that he'd heard her coming. It was still a little strange to her that Elend, who had always seemed slightly oblivious of the world around him, was now a capable Mistborn, with tin to enhance his ears that let him hear even the softest footsteps approaching.
    "You talked to the messenger?" she asked as he put his arm around her, still looking up at the night sky. Ash fell around them. A couple of Elend's soldier Tineyes passed on patrol, carrying no lights, silently walking the perimeter of the camp. Vin herself had just gotten back from a similar patrol, though hers had been around the perimeter of Fadrex. She did a couple of rounds every night, watching the city for unusual activity.
    "Yes," Elend said. "Once he'd had some rest, I spoke to him in depth."
    "Bad news?"
    "Much of what he said before. Penrod apparently never got my orders to send food and troops. Conrad was one of four messengers Penrod sent to us. We don't know what happened to the other three. Conrad himself was chased by a group of koloss, and he only got away by baiting them with his horse, sending it one direction and hiding as they chased it down and butchered it. He slipped away while they were feasting."
    "Brave man," Vin said.
    "Lucky as well," Elend said. "Either way, it seems unlikely that Penrod will be able to send us support. There are food stores in Luthadel, but if the news of riots is true, Penrod won't be able to spare the soldiers it would take to guard supplies on their way to us."
    "So . . . where does that leave us?" Vin asked.
    Elend looked at her, and she was surprised to see determination in his eyes, not frustration. "With knowledge."
    "What?"
    "Our enemy has exposed himself, Vin. Attacking our messengers directly with hidden pockets of koloss? Trying to undermine our supply base in Luthadel?" Elend shook his head. "Our enemy wants this to look random, but I see the pattern. It's too focused, too intelligent, to be happenstance. He's trying to make us pull away from Fadrex."
    Vin felt a chill. Elend made to say more, but she reached up and laid a hand on his lips, quieting him. He seemed confused, but then apparently understood, for he nodded. Whatever we say, Ruin can hear, Vin thought. We can't give away what we know.
    Still, something passed between them. A knowledge that they had to stay at Fadrex, that they had to find out what was in that storage cavern. For their enemy was working hard to keep them from doing so. Was Ruin, indeed, behind the chaos in Luthadel? A ploy to draw Elend and his forces back to restore order, thereby abandoning Fadrex?
    It was only speculation, but it was all they had. Vin nodded to Elend, indicating that she agreed with his determination to stay. Still, she worried. Luthadel was to have been their rock in all of this—their secure position. If it was falling apart, what did they have?
    More and more, she was beginning to understand that there would be no falling back. No retreat to