Page 247 of The Well of Ascension

“Speed up!” Vin said as she approached. “We’re almost out of bowshot!”

Soon they joined Allrianne and Spook.We aren’t out of danger—my father could still decide to send pursuit.

But, the soldiers couldn’t have mistaken Vin. If Elend’s instincts were right, Straff would let them run. His prime target was Luthadel. He could go after Elend later; for now, he would simply be happy to see Vin leaving.

“Thank you kindly for the help getting out,” Allrianne suddenly said, watching the army. “I’ll be going now.”

With that, she veered her two horses away, angling toward a group of low hills to the west.

“What?” Elend asked with surprise, pulling up next to Spook.

“Leave her,” Vin said. “We don’t have time.”

Well, that solves one problem,Elend thought, turning his horse to the northern highway.Farewell, Luthadel. I’ll be back for you later.

“Well, that solves one problem,” Breeze noted, standing atop the city wall and watching Elend’s group disappear around a hillside. To the east, a large—and still unexplained—pillar of smoke rose from the koloss camp. To the west, Straff’s army was buzzing about, stirred by the escape.

At first, Breeze had worried about Allrianne’s safety—but then he’d realized that, enemy army notwithstanding, there was no safer place for her than beside Vin. As long as Allrianne didn’t get too far away from the others, she would be safe.

It was a quiet group that stood atop the wall with him, and for once, Breeze barely touched their emotions. Their solemnity seemed appropriate. The young Captain Demoux stood beside the aging Clubs, and the peaceful Sazed stood with Ham the warrior. Together, they watched the seed of hope they’d cast to the winds.

“Wait,” Breeze said, frowning as he noticed something. “Wasn’t Tindwyl supposed to be with them?”

Sazed shook his head. “She decided to stay.”

“Why would she do that?” Breeze asked. “Didn’t I hear her babbling something about not interfering in local disputes?”

Sazed shook his head. “I do not know, Lord Breeze. She is a difficult woman to read.”

“They all are,” Clubs muttered.

Sazed smiled. “Either way, it appears our friends have escaped.”

“May the Survivor protect them,” Demoux said quietly.

“Yes,” Sazed said. “May he indeed.”

Clubs snorted. Resting one arm on the battlements, he turned to eye Sazed with a gnarled face. “Don’t encourage him.”

Demoux flushed, then turned and walked away.

“What was that about?” Breeze asked curiously.

“The boy has been preaching to my soldiers,” Clubs said. “Told him I didn’t want his nonsense cluttering their minds.”

“It is not nonsense, Lord Cladent,” Sazed said, “it’s faith.”

“Do you honestly think,” Clubs said, “thatKelsieris going to protect these people?”

Sazed wavered. “They believe it, and that is—”

“No,” Clubs interrupted, scowling. “Thatisn’tenough, Terrisman. These people fool themselves by believing in the Survivor.”

“You believed in him,” Sazed said. Breeze was tempted to Soothe him, make the argument less tense, but Sazed already seemed completely calm. “You followed him. You believed in the Survivor enough to overthrow the Final Empire.”

Clubs scowled. “I don’t like your ethics, Terrisman—I never have. Our crew—Kelsier’s crew—fought to free this people because it wasright.”

“Because you believed it to be right,” Sazed said.

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