He didn’t know how to deal with Tindwyl’s death. He felt … hollow. He wished that he could just stop feeling. He wished that he could go back and defend her gate, instead of his own. Why hadn’t he gone in search of her when he’d heard of the northern gate’s fall? She’d still been alive then. He might have been able to protect her. …
Why did he even care anymore? Why bother?
But, the ones who had faith were right, he thought. Vin came back to defend the city. I lost hope, but they never did.
He started his horse forward again. The sounds of battle came in the distance. He tried to focus on anything but Tindwyl, but his thoughts kept returning to things he had studied with her. The facts and stories became more precious, for they were a link to her. A painful link, but one he couldn’t bear to discard.
The Hero of Ages was not simply to be a warrior, he thought, still riding slowly toward the battlefield. He was a person who united others, who brought them together. A leader.
He knew that Vin thought she was the Hero. But Tindwyl was right: it was too much of a coincidence. And, he wasn’t even certain what he believed anymore. If anything.
The Hero of Ages was removed from the Terris people, he thought, watching the koloss attack. He was not royalty himself, but came to it eventually.
Sazed pulled his horse up, pausing in the center of the open, empty field. Arrows stuck from the snow around him, and the ground was thoroughly trampled. In the distance, he heard a drum. He turned, watching as an army of men marched over a rise to the west. They flew Cett’s banner.
He commanded the forces of the world. Kings rode to his aid.
Cett’s forces joined the battle against Straff. There was a crash of metal against metal, bodies grunting, as a new front came under attack. Sazed sat on the field between the city and the armies. Vin’s forces were still outnumbered, but as Sazed watched, Straff’s army began to pull back. It broke into pieces, its members fighting without direction. Their movements bespoke terror.
She’s killing their generals, he thought.
Cett was a clever man. He himself rode to battle, but he stayed near the back of his ranks—his infirmities requiring him to remain tied into his saddle and making it difficult for him to fight. Still, by joining the battle, he ensured that Vin would not turn her koloss on him.
For there was really no doubt in Sazed’s mind who would win this conflict. Indeed, before even an hour had passed, Straff’s troops began to surrender in large groups. The sounds of battle died down, and Sazed kicked his horse forward.
Holy First Witness, he thought. I don’t know that I believe that. But, either way, I should be there for what happens next.
The koloss stopped fighting, standing silently. They parted for Sazed as he rode up through their ranks. Eventually, he found Vin standing, bloodied, her massive koloss sword held on one shoulder. Some koloss pulled a man forward—a lord in rich clothing and a silvery breastplate. They dropped him before Vin.
From behind, Penrod approached with an honor guard, led by a koloss. Nobody spoke. Eventually, the koloss parted again, and this time a suspicious Cett rode forward, surrounded by a large group of soldiers and led by a single koloss.
Cett eyed Vin, then scratched his chin. “Not much of a battle,” he said.
“Straff’s soldiers were afraid,” Vin said. “They’re cold, and they have no desire to fight koloss.”
“And their leaders?” Cett asked.
“I killed them,” Vin said. “Except this one. Your name?”
“Lord Janarle,” said Straff’s man. His leg appeared broken, and koloss held him by either arm, supporting him.
“Straff is dead,” Vin said. “You control this army now.”
The nobleman bowed his head. “No, I don’t. You do.”
Vin nodded. “On your knees,” she said.
The koloss dropped Janarle. He grunted in pain, but then bowed forward. “I swear my army to you,” he whispered.
“No,” Vin said sharply. “Not to me—to the rightful heir of House Venture. He is your lord now.”
Janarle paused. “Very well,” he said. “Whatever you wish. I swear loyalty to Straff’s son, Elend Venture.”
The separate groups stood in the cold. Sazed turned as Vin did, looking at Penrod. Vin pointed at the ground. Penrod quietly dismounted, then bowed himself to the ground.
“I swear as well,” he said. “I give my loyalty to Elend Venture.”
Vin turned to Lord Cett.
“You expect this of me?” the bearded man said, amused.
“Yes,” Vin said quietly.
“And if I refuse?” Cett asked.
“Then I’ll kill you,” Vin said quietly. “You brought armies to attack my city. You threatened my people. I won’t slaughter your soldiers, make them pay for what you did, but I will kill you, Cett.”
Silence. Sazed turned, looking back at the lines of immobile koloss, standing in the bloodied snow.
“That is a threat, you know,” Cett said. “Your own Elend would never stand for such a thing.”
“He’s not here,” Vin said.
“And what do you think he’d say?” Cett asked. “He’d tell me not to give in to such a demand—the honorable Elend Venture would never give in simply because someone threatened his life.”
“You’re not the man that Elend is,” Vin said. “And you know it.”
Cett paused, then smiled. “No. No, I’m not.” He turned to his aides. “Help me down.”
Vin watched quietly as the guards undid Cett’s legs, then lifted him down to the snowy ground. He bowed. “Very well, then. I swear myself to Elend Venture. He’s welcome to my kingdom … assuming he can take it back from that damn obligator who now controls it.”
Vin nodded, turning to Sazed. “I need your help, Sazed.”
“Whatever you command, Mistress,” Sazed said quietly.
Vin paused. “Please don’t call me that.”
“As you wish,” Sazed said.
“You’re the only one here I trust, Sazed,” Vin said, ignoring the three kneeling men. “With Ham wounded and Breeze …”
“I will do my best,” Sazed said, bowing his head. “What is it you want me to do?”
“Secure Luthadel,” Vin said. “Make certain the people are sheltered, and send for supplies from Straff’s storehouses. Get these armies situated so that they won’t kill each other, then send a squad to fetch Elend. He’ll be coming south on the canal highway.”
Sazed nodded, and Vin turned to the three kneeling kings. “Sazed is my second. You will obey him as you would Elend or myself.”
They each nodded in turn.
“But, where will you be?” Penrod asked, looking up.
Vin sighed, suddenly looking terribly weak. “Sleeping,” she said, and dropped her sword. Then she Pushed against it, shooting backward into the sky, toward Luthadel.
He left ruin in his wake, but it was forgotten, Sazed thought, turning to watch her fly. He created kingdoms, and then destroyed them as he made the world anew.
We had the wrong gender all along.
THE END OF PART FIVE
PART SIX