"Perhaps we can make a deal, boy," Straff said. "Deliver the atium to me, and I'll deal with Cett."
"Getting it to you will take time," Elend said.
"Why?" Straff asked. "Atium is light."
"There's a lot of it."
"Not so much you couldn't pack it on a cart and send it out," Straff said.
"It's more complicated than that," Elend said.
"I don't think it is," Straff said, smiling. "You just don't want to give it to me."
Elend frowned.
"We don't have it," Vin whispered.
Straff turned.
"We never found it," she said. "Kelsier overthrew the Lord Ruler just so he could get that atium. But we never could find out where the metal was. It probably wasn't ever in the city."
Wasn't expecting that. . .Elend thought. Of course, Vin tended to do things by instinct, much as Kelsier was said to have done. All the planning in the world could go out the window with Vin around—but what she did instead was usually better.
Straff sat for a moment. He seemed to believe Vin. "So you really have nothing at all to offer me."
I need to act weak, Elend remembered. Need him to think he can take the city any time, but also think it isn't worth taking right now. He began to tap the table quietly with his index finger, trying to look nervous. If Straff thinks we don't have the atium. . .then he'll be a lot less likely to risk attacking the city. Less gain. That's why Vin said what she did.
"Vin doesn't know what she's talking about," Elend said. "I've kept the atium hidden, even from her. I'm sure we can arrange something, Father."
"No," Straff said, now sounding amused. "You really don't have it. Zane said. . .but, well, I didn't believe. . ."
Straff shook his head, turning back toward his meal. The girl at his side didn't eat; she sat quietly, like the ornament she was expected to be. Straff took a long drink of his wine, then let out a satisfied sigh. He looked at his child mistress. "Leave us," he said.
She immediately did as commanded.
"You, too," Straff said to Vin.
Vin stiffened slightly. She looked toward Elend.
"It's all right," he said slowly.
She paused, then nodded. Straff himself was little danger to Elend, and she was a Mistborn. If something went wrong, she could get to Elend quickly. And, if she left, it would do what they wanted—make Elend look less powerful. In a better position to deal with Straff.
Hopefully.
"I'll wait just outside," Vin said quietly, withdrawing.
He was no simple soldier. He was a force of leadership—a man that fate itself seemed to support.
27
"ALL RIGHT," STRAFF SAID, setting down his fork. "Let's be honest, boy. I'm this close to simply having you killed."
"You'd execute your only son?" Elend asked.
Straff shrugged.
"You need me," Elend said. "To help you fight Cett. You can kill me, but you'd gain nothing. You'd still have to take Luthadel by force, and Cett would still be able to attack—and defeat you—in your weakened state."
Straff smiled, folding his arms, leaning forward so he loomed over the table. "You are wrong on both counts, boy. First, I think that if I killed you, the next leader of Luthadel would be more accommodating. I have certain interests in the city who indicate that is true. Second, I don't need your help to fight Cett. He and I already have a treaty."
Elend paused. "What?"
"What do you think I've been doing these last few weeks? Sitting and waiting on your whims? Cett and I have exchanged pleasantries. He's not interested in the city—he just wants the atium. We agreed to split what we discover in Luthadel, then work together to take the rest of the Final Empire. He conquers to the west and north, I head east and south. Very accommodating man, Cett."
He's bluffing, Elend thought with reasonable certainty. That wasn't Straff's way; he wouldn't make an alliance with someone so near to him in strength. Straff feared betrayal too much.
"You think I would believe that?" Elend said.
"Believe what you wish," Straff said.
"And the koloss army marching this way?" Elend asked, playing one of their trump cards.
This made Straff pause.
"If you want to take Luthadel before those koloss get here, Father," Elend said, "then I think you might want to be a little more accommodating toward the man who's come, offering you everything you want. I only ask one thing—let me have a victory. Let me fight Cett, secure my legacy. Then you can have the city."
Straff thought about it, thought about it long enough that Elend dared to hope he might just have won. Then, however, Straff shook his head. "No, I think not. I'll take my chances with Cett. I don't know why he is willing to let me have Luthadel, but he doesn't seem to care much about it."
"And you do?" Elend said. "You know we don't have the atium. What does the city matter to you now?"
Straff leaned forward a bit farther. Elend could smell his breath, odorous from the dinner spices. "That's where you are wrong about me, boy. That's why—even if you'd been able to promise me that atium—you would never have left this camp tonight. I made a mistake a year ago. If I'd stayed in Luthadel, I would have been the one on that throne. Instead, it was you. I can't imagine why—I guess a weak Venture was still better than the other alternatives."
Straff was everything Elend had hated about the old empire. Presumptuous. Cruel. Arrogant.
Weakness, Elend thought, calming himself. I can't be threatening. He shrugged. "It's only a city, Father. From my position, it doesn't matter half as much as your army."
"It's more than a city," Straff said. "It's the Lord Ruler's city—and it has my home in it. My keep. I understand that you're using it as your palace."
"I didn't really have any other place to go."
Straff turned back to his meal. "All right," he said in between cutting chunks of steak, "at first, I thought you were an idiot for coming tonight, but now I'm not so certain. You must have seen the inevitable."
"You're stronger," Elend said. "I can't stand up to you."
Straff nodded. "You've impressed me, boy. Wearing proper clothing, getting yourself a Mistborn mistress, maintaining control of the city. I'm going to let you live."
"Thank you," Elend said.
"And, in exchange, you're going to give me Luthadel."
"As soon as Cett is dealt with."
Straff laughed. "No, that's not the way these things work, boy. We're not negotiating. You're listening to my orders. Tomorrow, we'll ride to the city together, and you'll order the gates opened. I'll march my army in and take command, and Luthadel will become the new capital of my kingdom. If you stay in line and do as I say, I'll name you heir again."
"We can't do that," Elend said. "I left orders that the gates weren't to be opened to you, no matter what."
Straff paused.
"My advisors thought you might try and use Vin as a hostage, forcing me to relinquish the city," Elend said. "If we go together, they'll assume you're threatening me."
Straff's mood darkened. "You'd better hope that they don't."
"They will," Elend said. "I know these men, Father. They'd be eager for an excuse to take the city away from me."
"Then, why come here?"
"To do as I said," Elend said. "To negotiate an alliance against Cett. I can deliver Luthadel to you—but I still need time. Let's take down Cett first."
Straff grabbed his dinner knife by the hilt and slammed it down into the table. "I said this wasn't a negotiation! You don't make demands, boy. I could have you killed!"
"I'm just stating facts, Father," Elend said quickly. "I don't want to—"
"You've gotten smooth," Straff said, eyes narrowing. "What did you hope to accomplish with this game? Coming to my camp? Bringing nothing to offer. . ." He paused, then continued. "Nothing to offer except for that girl. Pretty little thing, she is."
Elend flushed. "That won't get you into the city. Remember, my advisors thought you might try threatening her."
"Fine," Straff snapped. "You die; I take the city by force."
"And Cett attacks you from behind," Elend said. "Pinning you against our wall and forcing you to fight surrounded."
"He'd take heavy losses," Straff said. "He wouldn't be able to take and hold the city after that."
"Even with diminished forces, he'd have a better chance of taking it from us than he would if he waited and then tried to take it from you."
Straff stood. "I'll have to take that chance. I left you behind before. I'm not going to let you loose again, boy. Those cursed skaa were supposed to kill you and leave me free of you."
Elend stood as well. However, he could see the resolve in Straff's eyes.
It isn't working, Elend thought, panic beginning to set in. This plan had been a gamble, but he hadn't ever really thought that he'd fail. Indeed, he'd played his cards well. But, something was wrong—something he hadn't anticipated, and still didn't understand. Why was Straff resisting so much?
I'm too new to this, Elend thought. Ironically, if he had let his father train him better as a child, he might have known what he'd done wrong. As it was, he suddenly realized the gravity of his situation. Surrounded by a hostile army. Separated from Vin.
He was going to die.
"Wait!" Elend said desperately.
"Ah," Straff said smiling. "Finally realized what you've gotten yourself into?" There was pleasure in Straff's smile. Eagerness. There had always been something inside Straff that had enjoyed hurting others, though Elend had rarely seen it applied to him. Propriety had always been there to stop Straff.
Propriety enforced by the Lord Ruler. At that moment, Elend saw murder in his father's eyes.
"You never intended to let me live," Elend said. "Even if I'd given you the atium, even if I'd gone with you to the city."
"You were dead the moment I decided to march here," Straff said. "Idiot boy. I do thank you for bringing me that girl, though. I'll take her tonight. We'll see if she cries my name or yours while I'm—"
Elend laughed.
It was a desperate laugh, a laugh at the ridiculous situation he'd gotten himself into, a laugh at his sudden worry and fear—but most of all, it was a laugh at the idea of Straff trying to force himself upon Vin. "You have no idea how foolish you sound," Elend said.
Straff flushed. "For that, boy, I'll be extra rough with her."
"You are a pig, Father," Elend said. "A sick, disgusting man. You thought you were a brilliant leader, but you were barely competent. You nearly got our house destroyed—only the Lord Ruler's own death saved you!"
Straff called for his guards.
"You may take Luthadel," Elend said, "but you'll lose it! I may have been a bad king, but you'll be a terrible one. The Lord Ruler was a tyrant, but he was also a genius. You're neither. You're just a selfish man who'll use up his resources, then end up dead from a knife in the back."