Page 27 of The Well of Ascension

“Master Terrisman!” the woman said, out of breath. “Oh, he’s come back! He’s come for us!”

“Who?” Sazed asked. “The man who died in the mists?”

“No, Master Terrisman. TheLord Ruler.”

Sazed found him standing just outside the village. It was already growing dark, and the woman who’d fetched Sazed had returned to her hovel in fear. Sazed could only imagine how the poor people felt—trapped by the onset of the night and its mist, yet huddled and worried at the danger that lurked outside.

And an ominous danger it was. The stranger waited quietly on the worn road, wearing a black robe, standing almost as tall as Sazed himself. The man was bald, and he wore no jewelry—unless, of course, you counted the massive iron spikes that had been driven point-first through his eyes.

Not the Lord Ruler. A Steel Inquisitor.

Sazed still didn’t understand how the creatures continued to live. The spikes were wide enough to fill the Inquisitor’s entire eye sockets; the nails had destroyed the eyes, and pointed tips jutted out the back of the skull. No blood dripped from the wounds—for some reason, that made them seem more strange.

Fortunately, Sazed knew this particular Inquisitor. “Marsh,” Sazed said quietly as the mists began to form.

“You are a very difficult person to track, Terrisman,” Marsh said—and the sound of his voice shocked Sazed. It had changed, somehow, becoming more grating, more gristly. It now had a grinding quality, like that of a man with a cough. Just like the other Inquisitors Sazed had heard.

“Track?” Sazed asked. “I wasn’t planning on others needing to find me.”

“Regardless,” Marsh said, turning south. “I did. You need to come with me.”

Sazed frowned. “What? Marsh, I have a work to do here.”

“Unimportant,” Marsh said, turning back, focusing his eyeless gaze on Sazed.

Is it me, or has he become stranger since we last met?Sazed shivered. “What is this about, Marsh?”

“The Conventical of Seran is empty.”

Sazed paused. The Conventical was a Ministry stronghold to the south—a place where the Inquisitors and high obligators of the Lord Ruler’s religion had retreated after the Collapse.

“Empty?” Sazed asked. “That isn’t likely, I think.”

“True nonetheless,” Marsh said. He didn’t use body language as he spoke—no gesturing, no movements of the face.

“I…” Sazed trailed off.What kinds of information, wonders, secrets, the Conventical’s libraries must hold.

“You must come with me,” Marsh said. “I may need help, should my brethren discover us.”

My brethren. Since when are the Inquisitors Marsh’s “brethren”?Marsh had infiltrated their numbers as part of Kelsier’s plan to overthrow the Final Empire. He was a traitor to their numbers, not their brother.

Sazed hesitated. Marsh’s profile looked…unnatural, even unnerving, in the dim light. Dangerous.

Don’t be foolish,Sazed chastised himself. Marsh was Kelsier’s brother—the Survivor’s only living relative. As an Inquisitor, Marsh had authority over the Steel Ministry, and many of the obligators had listened to him despite his involvement with the rebellion. He had been an invaluable resource for Elend Venture’s fledgling government.

“Go get your things,” Marsh said.

My place is here,Sazed thought.Teaching the people, not gallivanting across the countryside, chasing my own ego.

And yet…

“The mists are coming during the day,” Marsh said quietly.

Sazed looked up. Marsh was staring at him, the heads of his spikes shining like round disks in the last slivers of sunlight. Superstitious skaa thought that Inquisitors could read minds, though Sazed knew that was foolish. Inquisitors had the powers of Mistborn, and could therefore influence other people’s emotions—but they couldnotread minds.

“Why did you say that?” Sazed asked.

“Because it is true,” Marsh said. “This is not over, Sazed. It has not yet begun. The Lord Ruler…he was just a delay. A cog. Now that he is gone, we have little time remaining. Come with me to the Conventical—we must search it while we have the opportunity.”

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