Straff paused, and Elend could see that his words were having an effect. Yes, he thought. Think that I’m just the same boy you left behind—eccentric, eager to resist you for silly reasons. And, saving face is a very Venture thing to do.
“No,” Straff said.
Elend started.
“No,” Straff said again, turning to his meal. “That’s not how we’re going to do this, boy. I’ll decide when—or even if—I attack Cett.”
That should have worked! Elend thought. He studied Straff, trying to judge what was wrong. There was a faint hesitance about his father.
I need more information, he thought. He glanced to his side, to where Vin sat, spinning something lightly in her hand. Her fork. She met his eyes, then tapped it lightly.
Metal, Elend thought. Good idea. He looked over at Straff. “You came for the atium,” he said. “You don’t have to conquer my city to get it.”
Straff leaned forward. “Why haven’t you spent it?”
“Nothing brings sharks faster than fresh blood, Father,” Elend said. “Spending large amounts of atium would only have indicated for certain that I had it—a bad idea, considering the trouble we took to squelch those rumors.”
There was a sudden motion at the front of the tent, and soon a flustered young girl entered. She wore a ball gown—red—and had her black hair pulled back into a long, flowing tail. She was, perhaps, fifteen.
“Hoselle,” Straff said, pointing to the chair next to him.
The girl nodded obediently, scurrying forward to sit beside Straff. She was done up in makeup, and the dress was low-cut. Elend had little doubt as to her relationship with Straff.
Straff smiled and chewed his food, calm and gentlemanly. The girl looked a little bit like Vin—same almond face, similar dark hair, same fine features and thin build. It was a statement. I can get one just like yours—only younger and prettier. More posturing.
It was that moment—that smirk in Straff’s eyes—which reminded Elend more than ever why he hated his father.
“Perhaps we can make a deal, boy,” Straff said. “Deliver the atium to me, and I’ll deal with Cett.”
“Getting it to you will take time,” Elend said.
“Why?” Straff asked. “Atium is light.”
“There’s a lot of it.”
“Not so much you couldn’t pack it on a cart and send it out,” Straff said.
“It’s more complicated than that,” Elend said.
“I don’t think it is,” Straff said, smiling. “You just don’t want to give it to me.”
Elend frowned.
“We don’t have it,” Vin whispered.
Straff turned.
“We never found it,” she said. “Kelsier overthrew the Lord Ruler just so he could get that atium. But we never could find out where the metal was. It probably wasn’t ever in the city.”
Wasn’t expecting that … Elend thought. Of course, Vin tended to do things by instinct, much as Kelsier was said to have done. All the planning in the world could go out the window with Vin around—but what she did instead was usually better.
Straff sat for a moment. He seemed to believe Vin. “So you really have nothing at all to offer me.”
I need to act weak, Elend remembered. Need him to think he can take the city any time, but also think it isn’t worth taking right now. He began to tap the table quietly with his index finger, trying to look nervous. If Straff thinks we don’t have the atium … then he’ll be a lot less likely to risk attacking the city. Less gain. That’s why Vin said what she did.
“Vin doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” Elend said. “I’ve kept the atium hidden, even from her. I’m sure we can arrange something, Father.”
“No,” Straff said, now sounding amused. “You really don’t have it. Zane said … but, well, I didn’t believe …”
Straff shook his head, turning back toward his meal. The girl at his side didn’t eat; she sat quietly, like the ornament she was expected to be. Straff took a long drink of his wine, then let out a satisfied sigh. He looked at his child mistress. “Leave us,” he said.
She immediately did as commanded.
“You, too,” Straff said to Vin.
Vin stiffened slightly. She looked toward Elend.
“It’s all right,” he said slowly.
She paused, then nodded. Straff himself was little danger to Elend, and she was a Mistborn. If something went wrong, she could get to Elend quickly. And, if she left, it would do what they wanted—make Elend look less powerful. In a better position to deal with Straff.
Hopefully.
“I’ll wait just outside,” Vin said quietly, withdrawing.
He was no simple soldier. He was a force of leadership—a man that fate itself seemed to support.
27
“ALL RIGHT,” STRAFF SAID, setting down his fork. “Let’s be honest, boy. I’m this close to simply having you killed.”
“You’d execute your only son?” Elend asked.
Straff shrugged.
“You need me,” Elend said. “To help you fight Cett. You can kill me, but you’d gain nothing. You’d still have to take Luthadel by force, and Cett would still be able to attack—and defeat you—in your weakened state.”
Straff smiled, folding his arms, leaning forward so he loomed over the table. “You are wrong on both counts, boy. First, I think that if I killed you, the next leader of Luthadel would be more accommodating. I have certain interests in the city who indicate that is true. Second, I don’t need your help to fight Cett. He and I already have a treaty.”
Elend paused. “What?”
“What do you think I’ve been doing these last few weeks? Sitting and waiting on your whims? Cett and I have exchanged pleasantries. He’s not interested in the city—he just wants the atium. We agreed to split what we discover in Luthadel, then work together to take the rest of the Final Empire. He conquers to the west and north, I head east and south. Very accommodating man, Cett.”
He’s bluffing, Elend thought with reasonable certainty. That wasn’t Straff’s way; he wouldn’t make an alliance with someone so near to him in strength. Straff feared betrayal too much.
“You think I would believe that?” Elend said.
“Believe what you wish,” Straff said.
“And the koloss army marching this way?” Elend asked, playing one of their trump cards.
This made Straff pause.
“If you want to take Luthadel before those koloss get here, Father,” Elend said, “then I think you might want to be a little more accommodating toward the man who’s come, offering you everything you want. I only ask one thing—let me have a victory. Let me fight Cett, secure my legacy. Then you can have the city.”
Straff thought about it, thought about it long enough that Elend dared to hope he might just have won. Then, however, Straff shook his head. “No, I think not. I’ll take my chances with Cett. I don’t know why he is willing to let me have Luthadel, but he doesn’t seem to care much about it.”