Mistborn #03 The Hero of Ages

arranging them on the ground before the open stone door. The nobleman placed the lantern to the side, then sat down.
    Vin crept a little closer. "Why do I recognize you?"
    "I'm a friend of your husband," the nobleman said.
    "Telden," Vin said, placing him. "Telden Hasting."
    Telden nodded. She had seen him at the ball a few weeks back, the first one they had attended. But, she'd known him from someplace earlier than that. He'd been one of Elend's friends in Luthadel, before the Collapse.
    Warily, Vin took the offered seat, trying to figure out Yomen's game. Did he think she wouldn't kill Telden, just because he'd been Elend's friend?
    Telden lounged in his chair, somewhat less proper than the average nobleman. He waved a worker forward, and the man presented two bottles. "Wine," Telden said. "One is pure, the other contains an extremely powerful sedative."
    Vin raised an eyebrow. "This is to be some sort of guessing game?"
    "Hardly," Telden said, opening one of the bottles. "I'm far too thirsty—and from what I hear, you're not the type who possesses an excessive amount of patience for games."
    Vin cocked her head as Telden accepted two cups from a servant, then poured some of the ruby wine into each. As she watched, she realized why he was so disarming. He reminded her of Elend—the old, carefree Elend. From what she could tell, this Telden was genuinely still like that.
    I have to grant Yomen that much , she thought. His city may not be perfect, but he has created a place where men like Telden can retain some of their innocence .
    Telden took a drink of his wine, proffering the other cup to Vin. She slid one of her knives into her sheath, then took the cup. She didn't drink—and had no intention of doing so.
    "This is the wine without the sedative," Telden said. "Good vintage, too. Yomen is a true gentleman—if he's going to send one of his friends down into a pit to die, he'll at least provide them with expensive wine to soften the blow."
    "I'm supposed to believe that you're here to be imprisoned too?" Vin asked flatly.
    "Of course not," Telden said. "Though many consider my mission to be hopeless."
    "And that mission is?"
    "To get you to drink some of the drugged wine, so that you can be safely transported up above."
    Vin snorted.
    "I see that you agree with my detractors," Telden said.
    "You just gave yourself away," Vin said. "You just said that I'm supposed to drink the wine and fall unconscious. That means you have a way to signal to those above that I've been dealt with, so they can remove the stone and let you out. You have the power to free us. And I have the power to make you do as I wish."
    "Emotional Allomancy cannot control me to that extent," Telden said. "I'm no Allomancer, but I do know something of it. I suspect that you're manipulating my emotions right now, actually—which really isn't necessary, since I'm being completely frank with you."
    "I don't need Allomancy to make you talk," Vin said, glancing down at the knife she still had in her other hand.
    Telden laughed. "You think that King Yomen—yes, he's up above—won't be able to tell if I'm speaking under duress? I have no doubt that you'd be able to break me, but I'm not going to betray my word simply on threats, so you'd have to cut off a few fingers or something before I'd do as you ask. I'm pretty certain that Yomen and the others would hear me screaming."
    "I could kill the servants," Vin said. "One at a time, until you agree to tell Yomen that I'm unconscious and have him open the door."
    Telden smiled. "You think that I'd care if you kill them?"
    "You're one of Elend's friends," Vin said. "You were one of those who talked philosophy with him."
    "Philosophy," Telden said, "and politics. Elend, however, was the only one of us interested in the skaa. I assure you, the rest of us really didn't understand where he got such a fascination with them." He shrugged. "However, I'm not a heartless man. If you kill enough of them, perhaps I would break down and do as you ask. Might as well get started, then."
    Vin glanced at the servants. They seemed terrified of her, and Telden's words didn't help. After a few moments of silence, Telden chuckled.
    "You are Elend's wife," he noted. "Yomen is aware of this, you see. He was mostly convinced that you wouldn't kill any of us, despite your rather fearsome reputation. From what we hear, you have a habit of killing kings and gods, perhaps the occasional soldier. Skaa servants, however . . ."
    Vin