Part 27 (1/2)

Vin laughed.

”Seriously, Vin,” Elend said. ”The army's tailors are good, but there's no way that dress came from materials we had in camp. Where did you get it?”

”It's a mystery,” Vin said, narrowing her eyes and smiling. ”We Mistborn are incredibly mysterious.”

Elend paused. ”Um . . . I'm Mistborn too, Vin. That doesn't make any sense.”

”We Mistborn need not make sense,” Vin said. ”It's beneath us. Come on-the sun's already down. We need to get moving.”

”Have fun dancing with our enemies,” Ham said as Vin hopped from the boat, then Pushed herself up through the mists. Elend waved farewell, Pus.h.i.+ng himself into the air as well. As he shot away, his tin-enhanced ears heard Ham's voice talking to Cett.

”So . . . you can't go anywhere unless someone carries you, right?” the Thug asked.

Cett grunted.

”Well then,” Ham said, sounding very pleased. ”I've got quite a number of philosophical puzzles you might enjoy. . . .”

Allomantic jumping was not not easy when one was wearing a ball gown. Every time Vin started to descend, the bottom of the dress flared up around her, ruffling and flapping like a flock of startled birds. easy when one was wearing a ball gown. Every time Vin started to descend, the bottom of the dress flared up around her, ruffling and flapping like a flock of startled birds.

Vin wasn't particularly worried about showing off what was under the dress. Not only was it too dark for most people to see, but she wore leggings beneath the petticoats. Unfortunately, flapping dresses-and the drag they created in the air-made steering a jump much more difficult. They also made a lot of noise. She wondered what the guards thought as she pa.s.sed over the rocky shelves that were the natural city walls. To her ear, she sounded like a dozen waving flags, beating against themselves in the middle of a windstorm.

She finally slowed, aiming for a rooftop that had been cleared of ash. She hit lightly, bouncing up and spinning, dress flaring, before landing and waiting for Elend. He followed, landing less smoothly with a hard thump and a grunt. It wasn't that he was bad at Pus.h.i.+ng and Pulling-he just hadn't had as much practice as Vin. She'd probably been much like him during her first years as an Allomancer.

Well . . . maybe not like him, she thought fondly as Elend dusted himself off. she thought fondly as Elend dusted himself off. But, I'm sure a lot of other Allomancers were about at Elend's level after only a year of practice. But, I'm sure a lot of other Allomancers were about at Elend's level after only a year of practice.

”That was quite the series of jumps, Vin,” Elend said, puffing slightly as he glanced back toward the cliff-like rock formations, their fires burning high in the night. Elend wore his standard white military uniform, one of the same ones that Tindwyl had designed for him. He'd had this one scrubbed free of ash, and he'd gotten his beard trimmed.

”I couldn't land often,” Vin explained. ”These white petticoats will stain with ash easily. Come on-we need to get inside.”

Elend turned, smiling in the darkness. He actually looked excited. ”The dress. You paid a dressmaker inside the city to make it for you?”

”Actually, I paid a friend inside the city to have it made for me, and to get me the makeup.” She jumped away, heading toward Keep Orielle-which, according to Slowswift, was the site of the evening's ball. She kept to the air, never landing. Elend followed behind, using the same coins.

Soon, they approached a burst of color in the mists, like an aurora from one of Sazed's stories. The bubble of light turned into the ma.s.sive keep she had seen during her previous infiltration, its stained-gla.s.s windows s.h.i.+ning from the inside. Vin angled herself downward, streaking through the mists. She briefly considered dropping to the ground out in the courtyard-away from watchful eyes-so that she and Elend could approach the doors subtly. Then she decided against it.

This wasn't an evening for subtlety.

So, instead she dropped directly down onto the carpeted steps leading up to the main entrance of the castle-like building. Her landing blew away flakes of ash, creating a little pocket of cleanliness. Elend landed beside her a second later, then stood up straight, his brilliant white cape flapping around him. At the top of the steps, a pair of uniformed servants had been greeting guests and ushering them into the building. Both men froze, stunned expressions on their faces.

Elend held out his arm to Vin. ”Shall we?”

Vin took the arm. ”Yes,” she said. ”Preferably before those men can get the guards.”

They strode up the steps, sounds of surprise coming from behind, where a small group of n.o.blemen had been exiting their carriage. Ahead, one of the servants moved forward and cut off Vin and Elend. Elend carefully placed a hand against the man's chest, then shoved him aside with a pewter-fueled push. The man stumbled backward into the wall. The other one went running for the guards.

Inside the antechamber, waiting n.o.bility began to whisper and question. Vin heard them asking if anyone recognized these strange newcomers, one in black, the other in white. Elend strode forward firmly, Vin at his side, causing people to stumble over themselves and move out of the way. Elend and Vin pa.s.sed quickly through the small room, and Elend handed a name card to a servant who waited to announce arrivals into the ballroom proper.

They waited on the servant, and Vin realized that she'd begun holding her breath. It seemed as if she were reliving a dream-or was it a fond memory? For a moment, she was that same young girl of over four years before, arriving at Keep Venture for her very first ball, nervous and worried that she wouldn't be able to play her part.

Yet, she felt none of that same insecurity. She didn't worry if she'd find acceptance or belief. She'd slain the Lord Ruler. She'd married Elend Venture. And-more remarkable than either accomplishment-somehow in the chaos and mess she'd discovered who she was. Not a girl of the streets, though that was where she'd been raised. Not a woman of the court, though she appreciated the beauty and grace of the b.a.l.l.s. Someone else.

Someone she liked.

The servant reread Elend's card, growing pale. He looked up. Elend met the man's eyes, then gave a small nod, as if to say, ”Yes, I'm afraid that it's true.”

The servant cleared his throat, and Elend led Vin into the ballroom.

”High Emperor, Lord Elend Venture,” the servant announced in a clear voice. ”And the Empress Vin Venture, Heir of the Survivor, Hero of Ages.”

The entire ballroom grew suddenly-and unnaturally-quiet. Vin and Elend paused at the front of the room, giving the gathered n.o.bility a chance to see them. It appeared that Keep Orielle's grand main hall, like Keep Venture's, was also its ballroom. However, instead of being tall with a broad, arched roof, this room had a relatively low ceiling and small, intricate designs in the stonework. It was as if the architect had tried for beauty on a delicate scale, rather than an imposing one.

The entire chamber was crafted from white marble of various shades. While it was large enough to hold hundreds of people-plus a dance floor and tables-it still felt intimate. The room was divided by rows of ornamental marble pillars, and it was further part.i.tioned with large stained-gla.s.s panels that ran from floor to ceiling. Vin was impressed-most keeps in Luthadel left their stained gla.s.s to the perimeter walls, so they could be lit from outside. While this keep did have some of those, she quickly realized that the true masterpieces had been placed here, freestanding inside the ballroom, where they could be admired from both sides.

”By the Lord Ruler,” Elend whispered, scanning the gathered people. ”They really do do think they can just ignore the rest of the world, don't they?” think they can just ignore the rest of the world, don't they?”

Gold, silver, bronze, and bra.s.s sparkled upon figures in brilliant ball gowns and sharp gentlemen's suits. The men generally wore dark clothing, and the women generally wore colors. A group of musicians played strings in a far corner, their music unimpeded by the shocked atmosphere. Servants waited, uncertain, bearing drinks and foods.

”Yes,” Vin whispered. ”We should move out of the doorway. When the guards come, we'll want to be mingled in the crowd to make the soldiers uncertain if they want to attack.”

Elend smiled, and she knew he was remarking to himself about her tendency to keep her back from being exposed. However, she also knew that he realized she was right. They walked down the short set of marble steps, joining the party.

Skaa might have s.h.i.+ed away from such a dangerous couple, but Vin and Elend wore the costume of n.o.ble propriety. The aristocracy of the Final Empire were quite adept at playing pretend-and when they were uncertain how to behave, they fell back on the old standard: proper manners.

Lords and ladies bowed and curtsied, acting as if the emperor and empress's attendance had been completely expected. Vin let Elend take the lead, as he had far more experience than she with matters of court. He nodded to those they pa.s.sed, displaying just the right amount of self-a.s.surance. Behind, guards finally arrived at the doors. They stopped, however, obviously wary about disturbing the party.

”There,” Vin said, nodding to their left. Through a stained-gla.s.s part.i.tion, she could make out a figure sitting at an elevated table.

”I see him,” Elend said, leading her around the gla.s.s, and giving Vin her first sight of Aradan Yomen, king of the Western Dominance.

He was younger than she'd expected-perhaps as young as Elend. Round-faced with serious eyes, Yomen had his head shaved bald, after the manner of obligators. His dark gray robes were a mark of his station, as were the complicated patterns of tattoos around his eyes, which proclaimed him a very high-ranking member of the Canton of Resource.

Yomen stood up as Vin and Elend approached. He looked utterly dumbfounded. Behind, the soldiers had begun to carefully work their way into the room. Elend paused a distance from the high table, with its white cloth and pure crystal place settings. He met Yomen's gaze, the other guests so quiet that Vin guessed most were holding their breaths.

Vin checked her metal reserves, turning slightly, keeping an eye on the guards. Then, from the corner of her eye, she saw Yomen raise his hand and subtly wave the guards back.

Chatter began in the room almost immediately. Yomen sat back down, looking troubled, and did not return to his meal.

Vin looked up at Elend. ”Well,” she whispered, ”we're in. What now?”

”I need to talk to Yomen,” Elend said. ”But I'd like to wait a little bit first; give him a chance to get used to our presence.”

”Then we should mingle.”

”Split up? We can cover more n.o.bility that way.”