Page 162 of The Well of Ascension

Tindwyl shook her head. “That is not my place. Now, go meet your king.”

This time, Elend did not intend to enter his enemy’s lair without a proper escort. Two hundred soldiers stood in the courtyard, waiting to accompany him to Cett’s dinner, and Ham—fully armed—was playing personal bodyguard. Spook would act as Elend’s coachman. That only left Breeze, who—understandably—was a bit nervous about the idea of going to the dinner.

“You don’t have to come,” Elend told the portly man as they assembled in the Venture courtyard.

“I don’t?” Breeze said. “Well then, I shall remain here. Enjoy the dinner!”

Elend paused, frowning.

Ham clapped Elend on the shoulder. “You should know better than to give that one any wiggle room, Elend!”

“Well, I meant my words,” Elend said. “We could really use a Soother, but he doesn’t have to come if he doesn’t want to.”

Breeze looked relieved.

“You don’t even feel a bit guilty, do you?” Ham asked.

“Guilty?” Breeze asked, hand resting on his cane. “My dear Hammond, have youeverknown me to express such a dreary and uninspired emotion? Besides, I have a feeling Cett will be more amiable without me around.”

He’s probably right,Elend thought as his coach pulled up.

“Elend,” Ham said. “Don’t you think bringing two hundred soldiers with us is…well, a little obvious?”

“Cett is the one who said we should be honest with our threats,” Elend said. “Well, I’d say two hundred men is on the conservative side of how well I trust the man. He’ll still have us outnumbered five to one.”

“But you’ll have a Mistborn sitting a few seats from him,” a soft voice said from behind.

Elend turned, smiling at Vin. “How can you possibly move so quietly in a dress like that?”

“I’ve been practicing,” she said, taking his arm.

Thing is, she probably has,he thought, inhaling her perfume, imagining Vin creeping through the palace hallways in a massive ball gown.

“Well, we should get moving,” Ham said. He gestured for Vin and Elend to enter the carriage, and they left Breeze behind on the palace steps.

After a year of passing Keep Hasting in the night, its windows darkened, it felt right to see them glowing again.

“You know,” Elend said from beside her, “we never did get to attend a ball together.”

Vin turned from her contemplation of the approaching keep. Around her, the carriage bounced along to the sound of several hundred tromping feet, the evening just beginning to grow dark.

“We met up several times at the balls,” Elend continued, “but we never officially attended one together. I never got the chance to pick you up in my carriage.”

“Is that really so important?” Vin asked.

Elend shrugged. “It’s all part of the experience. Or, it was. There was a comfortable formality to it all; the gentleman arriving to accompany the lady, then everyone watching you enter and evaluating how you look together. I did it dozens of times with dozens of women, but never with the one that would have made the experience special.”

Vin smiled. “Do you think we’ll ever have balls again?”

“I don’t know, Vin. Even if we survive all of this…well, could you dance while so many people starved?” He was probably thinking about the hundreds of refugees, wearied from their travels, stripped of all food and equipment by Straff’s soldiers, huddled together in the warehouse Elend had found for them.

You danced before,she thought.People starved then, too.But that was a different time; Elend hadn’t been king then. In fact, as she thought about it, he had never actually danced at those balls. He had studied and met with his friends, planning how he could make a better place out of the Final Empire.

“There has to be a way to have both,” Vin said. “Maybe we could throw balls, and ask the nobility who came to donate money to help feed the people.”

Elend smiled. “We’d probably spend twice as much on the party as we got in donations.”

“And the money we spent would go to skaa merchants.”

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