“Valette, you have to go!” Elend said urgently, raising his dueling cane.
“Come, Mistress,” Sazed said, reaching her side, moving to lift her to her feet.
“We can’t abandon them!” Vin said.
“We have to.”
“But you came for me. We have to do the same for Elend!”
Sazed shook his head. “That was different, child. I knew I had a chance to save you. You cannot help here—there is beauty in compassion, but one must learn wisdom too.”
She allowed herself to be pulled to her feet, Elend’s soldiers obediently moving to block off the Ministry soldiers. Elend stood at their front, obviously determined to fight.
There has to be another way! Vin thought with despair. There has to …
And then she saw it sitting discarded in one of the trunks along the wall. A familiar strip of gray cloth, one single tassel, hanging over the trunk’s side.
She pulled free of Sazed as the Ministry soldiers attacked. Elend cried out behind her, and weapons rang.
Vin threw the top pieces of cloth—her trousers and shirt—out of the trunk. And there, at the bottom, lay her mistcloak. She closed her eyes and reached into the side cloak pocket.
Her fingers found a single glass vial, cork still in place.
She pulled the vial out, spinning toward the battle. The Ministry soldiers had retreated slightly. Two of their members lay wounded on the floor—but three of Elend’s men were down. The small size of the room had, fortunately, kept Elend’s men from being surrounded at first.
Elend stood sweating, a cut in his arm, his dueling cane cracked and splintered. He grabbed the sword from the man he had felled, holding the weapon in unpracticed hands, staring down a much larger force.
“I was wrong about that one, Mistress,” Sazed said softly. “I … apologize.”
Vin smiled. Then she flipped the cork free from her vial and downed the metals in one gulp.
Wells of power exploded within her. Fires blazed, metals raging, and strength returned to her weakened, tired body like a dawning sun. Pains became trivial, dizziness disappeared, the room became brighter, the stones more real beneath her toes.
The soldiers attacked again, and Elend raised his sword in a determined, but unhopeful, posture. He seemed utterly shocked when Vin flew through the air over his head.
She landed amid the soldiers, blasting outward with a Steelpush. The soldiers on either side of her smashed into the walls. One man swung a quarterstaff at her, and she slapped it away with a disdainful hand, then smashed a fist into his face, spinning his head back with a crack.
She caught the quarterstaff as it fell, spinning, slamming it into the head of the soldier attacking Elend. The staff exploded, and she let it drop with the corpse. The soldiers at the back began to yell, turning and dashing away as she Pushed two more groups of men into the walls. The final soldier left in the room turned, surprised, as Vin Pulled his metal cap to her hands. She Pushed it back at him, smashing it into his chest and anchoring herself from behind. The soldier flew down the hallway toward his fleeing companions, crashing into them.
Vin breathed out in excitement, standing with tense muscles amidst the groaning men. I can … see how Kelsier would get addicted to this.
“Valette?” Elend asked, stupefied.
Vin jumped up, grabbing him in a joyful embrace, hanging onto him tightly and burying her face into his shoulder. “You came back,” she whispered. “You came back, you came back, you came back….”
“Um, yes. And … I see that you’re a Mistborn. That’s rather interesting. You know, it’s generally common courtesy to tell one’s friends about things like that.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled, still holding on to him.
“Well, yes,” he said, sounding very distracted. “Um, Valette? What happened to your clothes?”
“They’re on the floor over there,” she said, looking up at him. “Elend, how did you find me?”
“Your friend, one Master Dockson, told me that you’d been captured in the palace. And well, this fine gentleman here—Captain Goradel, I believe his name is—happens to be a palace soldier, and he knew the way here. With his help—and as a nobleman of some rank—I was able to get into the building without much problem, and then we heard screaming down this hallway…. And, um, yes. Valette? Do you think you could go put your clothes on? This is … kind of distracting.”
She smiled up at him. “You found me.”
“For all the good it did,” he said wryly. “It doesn’t look like you needed our help very much….”
“That doesn’t matter,” she said. “You came back. No one’s ever come back before.”
Elend looked down at her, frowning slightly.
Sazed approached, carrying Vin’s clothing and cloak. “Mistress, we need to leave.”
Elend nodded. “It’s not safe anywhere in the city. The skaa are rebelling!” He paused, looking at her. “But, uh, you probably already know that.”
Vin nodded, finally letting go of him. “I helped start it. But, you’re right about the danger. Go with Sazed—he’s known by many of the rebel leaders. They won’t hurt you as long as he vouches for you.”
Elend and Sazed both frowned as Vin pulled on her trousers. In the pocket, she found her mother’s earring. She put it back on.
“Go with Sazed?” Elend asked. “But, what about you?”
Vin pulled on her loose overshirt. Then she glanced upward … sensing through the stone, feeling him up above. He was there. Too powerful. Now, having faced him directly, she was certain of his strength. The skaa rebellion was doomed as long as he lived.
“I have another task, Elend,” she said, taking the mistcloak from Sazed.
“You think you can defeat him, Mistress?” Sazed said.
“I have to try,” she said. “The Eleventh Metal worked, Saze. I saw … something. Kelsier was convinced it would provide the secret.”
“But … the Lord Ruler, Mistress …”
“Kelsier died to start this rebellion,” Vin said firmly. “I have to see that it succeeds. This is my part, Sazed. Kelsier didn’t know what it was, but I do. I have to stop the Lord Ruler.”
“The Lord Ruler?” Elend asked with shock. “No, Valette. He’s immortal!”
Vin reached over, grabbing Elend’s head and pulling him down to kiss her. “Elend, your family delivered the atium to the Lord Ruler. Do you know where he keeps it?”
“Yes,” he said with confusion. “He keeps the beads in a treasury building just east of here. But—”
“You have to get that atium, Elend. The new government is going to need that wealth—and power—if it’s going to keep from getting conquered by the first nobleman who can raise an army.”
“No, Valette,” Elend said shaking his head. “I have to get you to safety.”
She smiled at him, then turned to Sazed. The Terrisman nodded to her.
“Not going to tell me not to go?” she asked.
“No,” he said quietly. “I fear that you are right, Mistress. If the Lord Ruler is not defeated … well, I will not stop you. I will bid you, however, good luck. I will come to help you once I see young Venture to safety.”