Yomen made a sharp gesture with one arm, still not turning from the sunset. A servant approached, bearing a cup for Vin. She eyed it uncertainly.
“If I wanted to poison you, Lady Venture,” Yomen said without turning, “I could do it without guile.”
Good point, Vin thought wryly, accepting the cup and drinking the water it contained.
“Water,” Yomen said. “Collected from rain, then strained and purified. You will find no trace metals in it to burn. I specifically ordered it kept in wooden containers only.”
Clever, Vin thought. Years before she’d become consciously aware of her Allomantic powers, she’d been burning the tiny bits of metal she haphazardly got from groundwater or dining utensils.
The water quenched her thirst and stilled her cough. “So,” she finally said, “if you’re so worried about me eating metals, why leave me ungagged?”
Yomen stood quietly for a moment. Finally, he turned, and she could see the tattoos across his eyes and face, his skin reflecting the deep colors of the falling sun outside. On his forehead, he wore his single, silvery bead of atium.
“Various reasons,” said the obligator king.
Vin studied him, then raised the cup to take another drink. The motion jangled her manacles, which she eyed in annoyance as they again restricted her movement.
“They’re made of silver,” Yomen said. “A particularly frustrating metal for Mistborn, or so I am told.”
Silver. Useless, unburnable silver. Like lead, it was one of the metals that provided no Allomantic powers at all.
“An unpopular metal indeed …” Yomen said, nodding to the side. A servant approached Vin, bearing something on a small platter. Her mother’s earring. It was a dull thing, Allomantically, made of bronze with some silver plating. Much of the gilding had worn off years ago, and the brownish bronze showed through, making the earring look to be the cheap bauble it was.
“Which is why,” Yomen continued, “I am so curious as to why you would bother with an ornament such as this. I have had it tested. Silver on the outside, bronze on the inside. Why those metals? One useless to Allomancers, the other granting what is considered the weakest of Allomantic powers. Would not an earring of steel or of pewter make more sense?”
Vin eyed the earring. Her fingers itched to grab it, if only to feel metal between her fingers. If she’d had steel, she could have Pushed on the earring, using it as a weapon. Kelsier had once told her to keep wearing it for that simple reason. Yet, it had been given to her by her mother. A woman Vin had never known. A woman who had tried to kill her.
Vin snatched the earring. Yomen watched curiously as she stuck it in her ear. He seemed … wary. As if waiting for something.
If I really did have some trick planned, she thought, he’d be dead in an instant. How can he stand there so calmly? Why give me my earring? Even if it isn’t made of useful metals, I might find a way to use it against him.
Her instincts told her he was trying an old street ploy—kind of like throwing your enemy a dagger to make him attack. Yomen wanted to spring any traps she was planning. It seemed a silly move. How could he possibly hope to best a Mistborn?
Unless he himself is a Mistborn, Vin thought. He feels he can beat me.
He has atium, and is ready to burn it when I try something.
Vin did nothing; made no attack. She wasn’t certain if her instincts about Yomen were right, but that didn’t really matter. She couldn’t attack, for the earring had no hidden secret. The truth was, she simply wanted it back because it felt comfortable in her ear. She was accustomed to wearing it.
“Interesting,” Yomen said. “Regardless, you are about to discover one of the reasons I have left you without a gag …” With that, he raised a hand toward the door. He clasped his hands behind his back as a servant opened the door, showing in an unarmed soldier in the white and brown of Elend’s livery.
You should kill him, Ruin whispered in her mind. All of them.
“Lady Venture,” Yomen said without looking at her. “I must ask you not to speak to this man except when I indicate, and answer only as I request. Otherwise, he will have to be executed, and a fresh messenger sent for from your army.”
The soldier paled. Vin just frowned, eyeing the obligator king. Yomen was obviously a calm man, and he wanted to appear harsh. How much of it was an act?
“You can see that she is alive, as promised,” Yomen said to the soldier.
“How do we know this is not a kandra in disguise?” the soldier asked.
“You can ask your question,” Yomen said.
“Lady Venture,” the soldier said, “what did you have for dinner the night before you went to the party inside the city?”
It was a good question to ask. A kandra would have interrogated her about important moments—such as her first meeting with Elend. Something like a meal, however, was so random that no kandra would have thought to ask about it. Now, if Vin could remember. …
She looked at Yomen. He nodded—she could answer. “Eggs,” she said. “Fresh eggs that I bought in the city, during one of my spying trips.”
The man nodded.
“You have your answer, soldier,” Yomen said. “Report to your king that his wife is still alive.”
The soldier withdrew and the servants closed the door. Vin sat back on the bench, waiting for a gag.
Yomen remained where he was, looking at her.
Vin looked back. Finally, she spoke. “How long do you think that you can keep Elend placated? If you know anything of him at all, then you will realize that he is a king first, and a man second. He will do what he needs to do, even if it means my death.”
“Eventually, perhaps,” Yomen said. “However, for now, the stall is effective. They say that you are a blunt woman, and appreciate brevity. Therefore, I will be straightforward with you. My purpose in capturing you was not to use you as leverage against your husband.”
“Is that so,” she said flatly. “Why did you capture me, then?”
“It is simple, Lady Venture,” Yomen said. “I captured you so that I could execute you.”
If he expected surprise from her, she didn’t give it. She just shrugged. “Sounds like an unnecessarily formal term. Why not just cut my throat while I was drugged?”
“This city is a place of law,” Yomen said. “We do not kill indiscriminately.”
“This is war,” Vin said. “If you wait for ‘discrimination’ before you kill, you’ll have a lot of unhappy soldiers.”
“Your crime is not one of war, Lady Venture.”
“Oh? And am I to know this crime, then?”
“It is the most simple of all crimes. Murder.”
Vin raised an eyebrow. Had she killed someone close to this man? Perhaps one of the noble soldiers in Cett’s retinue, back a year ago when she’d assaulted Keep Hasting?
Yomen met her eyes, and she saw something in them. A loathing that he kept hidden behind the calm front. No, she hadn’t killed one of his friends or relatives. She’d killed someone far more important to him.
“The Lord Ruler,” she said.
Yomen turned away again.
“You can’t honestly intend to try me for that,” Vin said. “It’s ridiculous.”