Vin shrugged. “Whatever helps the kingdom.”
“You were never comfortable with the way that Kell set himself up with the skaa—none of us were.”
“It’s what Elend needs,” Vin said.
Tindwyl, who sat just before them, turned and gave her a flat look. Vin expected some recrimination for whispering during the Assembly proceedings, but apparently the Terriswoman had a different kind of castigation in mind.
“The king—” She still referred to Elend that way. “—needs this link with the Survivor. Elend has very little of his own authority to rely upon, and Kelsier is currently the most well loved, most celebrated man in the Central Dominance. By implying that the government was founded by the Survivor, the king will make the people think twice about meddling with it.”
Ham nodded thoughtfully. Vin glanced downward, however. What’s the problem? Just earlier, I was beginning to wonder if I were the Hero of Ages, and now I’m worried about the notoriety Elend is giving me?
She sat uncomfortably, burning bronze, feeling the pulsing from far away. It was growing even louder. …
Stop it! she told herself. Sazed doesn’t think the Hero would return, and he knows the histories better than anyone. It was foolish, anyway. I need to focus on what’s happening here.
After all, Zane was in the audience.
Vin sought out his face near the back of the room, a light burn of tin—not enough to blind her—letting her study his features. He wasn’t looking at her, but watching the Assembly. Was he working at Straff’s command, or was this visit his own? Straff and Cett both undoubtedly had spies in the audience—and, of course, Ham had guards mixed with the people as well. Zane unnerved her, however. Why didn’t he turn toward her? Wasn’t—
Zane met her eyes. He smiled slightly, then turned back to his study of Elend.
Vin felt a shiver despite herself. So, did this mean he wasn’t avoiding her? Focus! She told herself. You need to pay attention to what Elend is saying.
He was almost done, however. He wrapped up his speech with a few comments on how he thought they could keep Straff off-balance. Again, he couldn’t be too detailed—not without giving away secrets. He glanced at the large clock in the corner; done three minutes early, he moved to leave the lectern.
Lord Penrod cleared his throat. “Elend, aren’t you forgetting something?”
Elend hesitated, then looked back at the Assembly. “What is it that you all want me to say?”
“Don’t you have a reaction?” one of the skaa workers said. “About … what happened at the last meeting?”
“You received my missive,” Elend said. “You know how I feel about the matter. However, this public forum is not a place for accusations or denunciations. The Assembly is too noble a body for that kind of thing. I wish that a time of danger were not when the Assembly had chosen to voice its concerns, but we cannot alter what has happened.”
He moved to sit again.
“That’s it?” asked one of the skaa. “You’re not even going to argue for yourself, try and persuade us to reinstate you?”
Elend paused again. “No,” he said. “No, I don’t think that I will. You have made your opinions known to me, and I am disappointed. However, you are the representatives chosen by the people. I believe in the power that you have been given.
“If you have questions, or challenges, I will be happy to defend myself. However, I am not going to stand and preach my virtues. You all know me. You know what I can do, and what I intend to do, for this city and the surrounding populace. Let that stand as my argument.”
He returned to his seat. Vin could see hints of a frown on Tindwyl’s face. Elend hadn’t given the speech that she and he had prepared, a speech giving the very arguments the Assembly was obviously expecting.
Why the change? Vin wondered. Tindwyl obviously didn’t think it was a good idea. And yet, oddly, Vin found herself trusting Elend’s instincts more than she did Tindwyl’s.
“Well,” Lord Penrod said, approaching the lectern again. “Thank you for that report, Lord Venture. I’m not certain if we have other items of business. …”
“Lord Penrod?” Elend asked.
“Yes?”
“Perhaps you should hold the nominations?”
Lord Penrod frowned.
“The nominations for king, Penrod,” Philen snapped.
Vin paused, eyeing the merchant. He certainly seems up on things, she noted.
“Yes,” Elend said, eyeing Philen as well. “In order for the Assembly to choose a new king, nominations must be held at least three days before the actual voting. I suggest we hold the nominations now, so that we can hold the vote as soon as possible. The city suffers each day it is without a leader.”
Elend paused, then smiled. “Unless, of course, you intend to let the month lapse without choosing a new king. …”
Good to confirm that he still wants the crown, Vin thought.
“Thank you, Lord Venture,” Penrod said. “We’ll do that now, then. … And, how exactly do we proceed?”
“Each member of the Assembly may make one nomination, if he wishes,” Elend said. “So that we don’t become overburdened with options, I would recommend that we all exercise restraint—only choose someone that you honestly and sincerely think would make the finest king. If you have a nomination to make, you may stand and announce it to the rest of the group.”
Penrod nodded, returning to his seat. Almost as soon as he sat, however, one of the skaa stood. “I nominate Lord Penrod.”
Elend had to expect that, Vin thought. After nominating Penrod to be chancellor. Why give such authority to the man that he knew would be his greatest contender for the throne?
The answer was simple. Because Elend knew that Lord Penrod was the best choice for chancellor. Sometimes, he’s a little too honorable, Vin thought, not for the first time. She turned to study the skaa Assemblyman who had nominated Penrod. Why were the skaa so quick to unify behind a nobleman?
She suspected that it was still too soon. The skaa were accustomed to being led by noblemen, and even with their freedom, they were traditional beings—more traditional, even, than the noblemen. A lord like Penrod—calm, commanding—seemed inherently better suited to the title of king than a skaa.
They’ll have to get over that, eventually, Vin thought. At least, they will if they’re ever going to be the people that Elend wants them to be.
The room remained quiet, no other nominations being made. A few people coughed in the audience, even the whispers now dead. Finally, Lord Penrod himself stood.
“I nominate Elend Venture,” he said.
“Ah …” someone whispered behind her.
Vin turned, glancing at Breeze. “What?” she whispered.
“Brilliant,” Breeze said. “Don’t you see? Penrod is an honorable man. Or, at least, as honorable as noblemen get—which means that he insists on being seen as honorable. Elend nominated Penrod for chancellor. …”
Hoping, in turn, that Penrod would feel obligated to nominate Elend for king, Vin realized. She glanced at Elend, noting a slight smile on his lips. Had he really crafted the exchange? It seemed a move subtle enough for Breeze himself.