Sazed Quotes

Belief?" "Yes," Sazed said. "Tell me, Mistress. What is it that you believe?" Vin frowned. "What kind of question is that?" "The most important kind, I think.

What? Is that boy crazy?" "Most young men his age are somewhat crazy, I think," Sazed said with a smile. "However, this is hardly unexpected. Haven't you noticed how he stares at you when you enter a room?" "I thought he was just creepy.

It sounds to me, young one," Haddek said, "that you are searching for something that cannot be found." "The truth?" Sazed said. "No," Haddek replied. "A religion that requires no faith of its believers.

At first glance, the key and the lock it fits may seem very different," Sazed said. "Different in shape, different in function, different in design. The man who looks at them without knowledge of their true nature might think them opposites, for one is meant to open, and the other to keep closed. Yet, upon closer examination he might see that without one, the other becomes useless. The wise man then sees that both lock and key were created for the same purpose.

What would you think if I told you that I wasn’t an Allomancer?” Sazed asked. “I’d think that you were lying,” Vin said. “Have you known me to lie before?” “The best liars are those who tell the truth most of the time.

Do not deride someone's faith simply because you do not share it, Lord Cladent," Sazed said quietly.

Breeze turned to look out the window. "You were always the best of us, Sazed," he said quietly. "Because you believed in something.

That's what trust is, Sazed thought. It's about giving someone else power over you. Power to hurt you.

It is a time of change,'' Sazed said. ''Perhaps it is also time to learn of other truths, other ways.

Spook smiled. "Elend is a forgetful scholar - twice as bad as Sazed ever was. He gets lost in his books and forgets about meeting he himself called. He only dresses with any sense of fashion because a Terriswoman bought him a new wardrobe. War has change him some, but on the inside, I think he's still just a dreamer caught in a world with too much violence.

Good men can make terrible kings,' Tindwyl noted. 'But bad men cannot make good kings.' Sazed said. 'It is better to start with a good man and work on the rest, I think.

You said their prayer - is this the religion you believe in, then?" "I believe in them all." Vin frowned. "None of them contradict each other?" Sazed smiled. "Oh, often and frequently they do. But, I respect the truths behind them all.

Kelsier exhaled in exasperation. “Elend Venture? You risked your life—risked the plan, and our lives—for that fool of a boy?” Vin looked up, glaring at him. “Yes.” “What is wrong with you, girl?” Kelsier asked. “Elend Venture isn’t worth this.” She stood angrily, Sazed backing away, the cloak falling the floor. “He’s a good man!” “He’s a nobleman!” “So are you!” Vin snapped. She waved a frustrated arm toward the kitchen and the crew. “What do you think this is, Kelsier? The life of a skaa? What do any of you know about skaa? Aristocratic suits, stalking your enemies in the night, full meals and nightcaps around the table with your friends? That’s not the life of a skaa!” She took a step forward, glaring at Kelsier. He blinked in surprise at the outburst. “What do you know about them, Kelsier?” she asked. “When’s the last time you slept in an alley, shivering in the cold rain, listening to the beggar next to you cough with a sickness you knew would kill him? When’s the last time you had to lay awake at night, terrified that one of the men in your crew would try to rape you? Have you ever knelt, starving, wishing you had the courage to knife the crewmember beside you just so you could take his crust of bread? Have you ever cowered before your brother as he beat you, all the time feeling thankful because at least you had someone who paid attention to you?” She fell silent, puffing slightly, the crewmembers staring at her. “Don’t talk to me about noblemen,” Vin said. “And don’t say things about people you don’t know. You’re no skaa— you’re just noblemen without titles.” She turned, stalking from the room. Kelsier watched her go, shocked, hearing her footsteps on the stairs. He stood, dumbfounded, feeling a surprising flush of ashamed guilt. And, for once, found himself without anything to say.

The skaa called Sazed holy, but at that moment he realized that he was the most profane of men. He was a creature who knew three hundred religions, yet had faith in none of them.

Men are more resilient than that, I think. Our belief is often strongest when it should be weakest. That is the nature of hope.

Everything’s going to change, Sazed, and I can’t stop it.” Sazed smiled fondly. “Then, Mistress,” he said quietly, “simply enjoy what you have. The future will surprise you, I think.

Sometimes, people only seem determined upon one course because they have been offered no other options.” Sazed

At first glance, the key and the lock it fits may seem very different,” Sazed said. “Different in shape, different in function, different in design. The man who looks at them without knowledge of their true nature might think them opposites, for one is meant to open, and the other to keep closed. Yet, upon closer examination, he might see that without one, the other becomes useless. The wise man then sees that both lock and key were created for the same purpose.

I never did thank you," Breeze said. "For what, Lord Breeze?" "For pulling me out of myself," Breeze said. "For forcing me to get up, a year ago, and keep going. If you hadn't helped me, I don't know that I would ever have gotten over . . . what happened." Sazed nodded. On the inside, however, his thoughts were more bitter. Yes, you saw destruction and death, my friend. But the woman you love is still alive. I could have come back too, if I hadn't lost her. I could have recovered, as you did.

Sazed?" she asked, peeking back out into the hallway. The steward paused, turning back. "Yes, Mistress Vin?" "Kelsier," Vin said quietly. "He's a good man, isn't he?" Sazed smiled. "A very good man, Mistress. One of the best I've known." Vin nodded slightly. "A good man..." she said softly. "I don't think I've ever known one of those before.

You said their prayer – is this the religion you believe in, then?" „I believe in them all.” Vin frowned. „None of them contradict each other?” Sazed smiled. "Oh, often and frequently they do. But, I respect the truths behind them all – and I believe in the need for each one to be remembered

Sazed shook his head, walking over to stand beside her. “Belief isn’t simply a thing for fair times and bright days, I think. What is belief—what is faith—if you don’t continue in it after failure?” Vin frowned. “Anyone can believe in someone, or something, that always succeeds, Mistress. But failure…ah, now, that is hard to believe in, certainly and truly. Difficult enough to have value, I think.

Sazed smiled. “That depends. The right belief is like a good cloak, I think. If it fits you well, it keeps you warm and safe. The wrong fit, however, can suffocate.

Oh, they had leaders, Master Kelsier,” Sazed said. “Dead ones, true, but leaders nonetheless.” “Some men would say that their devotion didn’t make sense,” Kelsier said. “The loss of the Vallan leaders should have broken the people, not made them more determined to keep going.” Sazed shook his head. “Men are more resilient than that, I think. Our belief is often strongest when it should be weakest. That is the nature of hope.

She hadn’t spent as much time with Dockson as she had with Kelsier and Sazed—or even Ham and Breeze. He seemed like a kind man, however. Very stable, and very clever. While most of the others contributed some kind of Allomantic power to the crew, Dockson was valuable because of his simple ability to organize.

How easily Elend spoke of hope and humor, as if being happy were simply a decision one made. Some people assumed that it was. Once, Sazed might have agreed with them. Now, his stomach simply twisted, and he felt sick at the thought of taking pretty much any action. His thoughts were constantly invaded by doubts.

Before, Sazed had looked at the doctrines themselves. This time, he found himself studying the people who had believed, or what he could find of them. As he read their words over again in his mind, he began to see something. The faiths he had looked at, they couldn't be divorced from the people who had adhered to them. In the abstract, those religions were stale. However, as he read the words of the people—really read them—he began to see patterns. Why did they believe? Because they saw miracles. Things one man took as chance, a man of faith took as a sign. A loved one recovering from disease, a fortunate business deal, a chance meeting with a long lost friend. It wasn't the grand doctrines or the sweeping ideals that seemed to make believers out of men. It was the simple magic in the world around them. What was it Spook said? Sazed thought, sitting in the shadowy kandra cavern. That faith was about trust. Trusting that somebody was watching. That somebody would make it all right in the end, even though things looked terrible at the moment. To believe, it seemed, one had to want to believe. It was a conundrum, one Sazed had wrestled with. He wanted someone, something, to force him to have faith. He wanted to have to believe because of the proof shown to him. Yet, the believers whose words now filled his mind would have said he already had proof. Had he not, in his moment of despair, received an answer? As he had been about to give up, TenSoon had spoken. Sazed had begged for a sign, and received it. Was it chance? Was it providence? In the end, apparently, it was up to him to decide. He slowly returned the letters and journals to his metalminds, leaving his specific memory of them empty—yet retaining the feelings they had prompted in him. Which would he be? Believer or skeptic? At that moment, neither seemed a patently foolish path. I do want to believe, he thought. That's why I've spent so much time searching. I can't have it both ways. I simply have to decide. Which would it be? He sat for a few moments, thinking, feeling, and—most important—remembering. I sought help, Sazed thought. And something answered. Sazed smiled, and everything seemed a little bit brighter. Breeze was right, he thought, standing and organizing his things as he prepared to go. I was not meant to be an atheist.

He grabbed the sword from the man he had felled, holding the weapon in unpracticed hands, staring down a much larger force. "I was wrong about that one, Mistress," Sazed said softly. "I ... apologize." Vin smiled.

Then I will be proven wrong," Sazed said. He turned, looking into her eyes. "But kindly remember that the last ime I disobeyed the Synod, the result was the collapse of the Final Empire and the freedom of our people.

She looked up at Sazed, who smiled at her. “Sometimes we just have to wait long enough, Mistress,” he said. “Then we find out why exactly it was that we kept believing. There is a saying that Master Kelsier was fond of.

How quickly we come around,' Sazed whispered. 'It wasn't long ago that men were forced to watch the Lord Ruler cut the heads from innocent people. Now we do it to ourselves.

Sazed, I've raised some fifteen daughters," Tindwyl said, entering the room. "No teenage girl is stable. Some are just better at hiding it than others.

My apologies, but it is not youe duty to do what the people want." Elend blinked. "You sound like Tindwyl." "I have known few people as wise as she, Your Majesty," Sazed said, glancing at her. "Well, I disagree with both of you," Elend said. "A ruler should only lead by the consent of the people he rules." "I do not disagree with that, Your Majesty," Sazed said. "Or, at least, I do believe in the theory of it. Regardless, I still do not believe that your duty is to do as the people wish. Your duty is to lead as best you can, following the dictates of your conscience. You must be true, Your Majesty, to the man you wish to become. If that man is not whom the people wish to have lead them, then they will choose somebody else." [...] "Trying to guess what people wish of you will only lead to chaos, I think," Sazed said. "You cannot please them all, Elend Venture.

Vin paused. "And you have all of these religions memorized?" "As much as is possible," Sazed said. "Their prayers, their beliefs, their mythologies. Many are very similar -- break-offs or sects of one another." "Even still, how can you remember all of that?" "I have...methods," Sazed said. "But, what's the point?" Sazed frowned. "The answer should be obvious, I think. People are valuable, Mistress Vin, and so--therefore--are their beliefs.

At that moment, she remembered something. Something Sazed had said. You must love him enough to trust his wishes, he had told her. It isn’t love unless you learn to respect him—not what you assume is best, but what he actually wants….

Some important decisions were made on a battlefield or in a conference room. But others happened quietly, unseen by others. That didn’t make the decision any less important to Sazed. He would believe. Not because something had been proven to him beyond his ability to deny. But because he chose to.

In the end, after kingdoms and armies had fallen, the religions were still fighting, weren't they?" "Indeed." Sazed said. ‘' "What made them so strong?" Kelsier said. "How did they do it Saze? What gave these theologies such power over people?" "It wasn't any one thing, I think," Sazed said. "Some were strong through honest faith, others because of the hope they promised." "But they all had passion," Kelsier said. "That's what we've lost.

And our differences?” Elend asked. “At first glance, the key and the lock it fits may seem very different,” Sazed said. “Different in shape, different in function, different in design. The man who looks at them without knowledge of their true nature might think them opposites, for one is meant to open, and the other to keep closed. Yet, upon closer examination, he might see that without one, the other becomes useless. The wise man then sees that both lock and key were created for the same purpose.

It is not at all polite to point out a crusty old pessimist's dark inner secret.

If you’re always on time, it implies that you never have anything better you should be doing. Saze,

Everything’s going to change, Sazed, and I can’t stop it.” Sazed smiled fondly. “Then, Mistress,” he said quietly, “simply enjoy what you have.

Our belief is often strongest when it should be weakest. That is the nature of hope" - Sazed

Vin frowned. “You would gather stories about Kelsier?” “Of course,” Sazed said. “I collect all religions.” Vin snorted. “This is no religion we’re talking about, Sazed. This is Kelsier.” “I disagree. He is certainly a religious figure to the skaa.” “But, we knew him,” Vin said. “He was no prophet or god. He was just a man.” “So many of them are, I think,” Sazed said quietly.

Religions are promises-promises that there is something watching over us, guiding us. Prophecies, therefore, are natural extensions of the hopes and desires of the people. Not foolishness at all.

I could give one, if you wish,” Sazed said, “but I do not think you need one. I have known you both for some time, and am willing to give my blessing to this union. I simply offer counsel. Those who take lightly promises they make to those they love are people who find little lasting satisfaction in life. This is not an easy time in which to live. That does not mean that it has to be a difficult time to love, but it does mean that you will find unusual stresses upon your lives and your relationship. “Do not forget the love oath you made to each other this evening. It will give you much strength in the days to come, I think.

At first glance, the key and the lock it fits may seem very different,” Sazed said. “Different in shape, different in function, different in design. The man who looks at them without knowledge of their true nature might think them opposites, for one is meant to open, and the other to keep closed. Yet, upon closer examination, he might see that without one, the other becomes useless. The wise man then sees that both lock and key were created for the same purpose.” Elend

Vin shook her head. “Not right now. You said their prayer—is this the religion you believe in, then?” “I believe in them all.” Vin frowned. “None of them contradict each other?” Sazed smiled. “Oh, often and frequently they do. But, I respect the truths behind them all—and I believe in the need for each one to be remembered.” “Then, how did you decide which religion’s prayer to use?” Vin asked. “It just seemed…appropriate,” Sazed said quietly, regarding the scene of shadowed death.

To believe, it seemed, one had to want to believe. It was a conundrum, one Sazed wrestled with. He wanted someone, something, to force him to have faith. He wanted to have to believe because of the proof shown to him. Yet, the believers whose words now filled his mind would have said he already had proof. Had he not, in his moment of despair, received an answer? As he had been about to give up, TenSoon had spoken. Sazed had begged for a sign and received it. Was it chance? Was it providence? In the end, apparently, it was up to him to decide. He slowly returned the letters and journals to his metalminds, leaving his specific memory of them empty - yet retaining the feelings they had prompted in him. Which would he be? Believer or skeptic? At the moment, neither seemed a patently foolish path. I do want to believe, he thought. That's why I've spent so much time searching. I can't have it both ways. I simply have to decide. Which would it be? He sat for a few moments, thinking, feeling, and - most important - remembering. I sought help, Sazed thought. And something answered. Sazed smiled, and everything seemed a little brighter. Breeze was right, he thought, standing and organizing his things as he prepared to go. I was not meant to be an atheist. The thought seemed a little too flippant for what had just happened to him. As he picked up his metal sheets and prepared to go meet with the First Generation, he realized that kandra passed outside his humble little cavern, completely oblivious to the important decision he'd just made. But, that was how things often went, it seemed. Some important decisions were made on a battlefield or in a conference room. But others happened quietly, unseen by others. That didn't make the decision any less important to Sazed. He would believe. Not because something had been proven to him beyond his ability to deny. But because he chose to.

Vin shook her head. “Not right now. You said their prayer—is this the religion you believe in, then?” “I believe in them all.” Vin frowned. “None of them contradict each other?” Sazed smiled. “Oh, often and frequently they do. But, I respect the truths behind them all—and I believe in the need for each one to be remembered.

That's the credit she had given to religion: lies that made people feel better.

A crença certa é como uma boa capa, penso eu. Se lhe servir bem, a manterá aquecida e segura. Se lhe cair mal, no entanto, pode sufocar.

At first glance, the key and the lock it fits may seem very different,” Sazed said. “Different in shape, different in function, different in design. The man who looks at them without knowledge of their true nature might think them opposites, for one is meant to open, and the other to keep closed. Yet upon closer examination, he might see that without one, the other becomes useless. The wise man then knows that both lock and key were created for the same purpose.

To believe, it seemed, one had to want to believe. It was a conundrum, one Sazed had wrestled with. He wanted someone, something, to force him to have faith. He wanted to have to believe because of the proof shown to him. Yet, the believers whose words now filled his mind would have said he already had proof. Had he not, in his moment of despair, received an answer? As he had been about to give up, TenSoon had spoken. Sazed had begged for a sign, and received it.

Ah, dovete solo avere speranza, padrona. Forse avete guadagnato un po' di sfortuna. C'era un gruppo di gente prima dell'Ascensione noto come gli Astalsi. Affermavano che ogni persona nasceva con un certo ammontare limitato di sfortuna. E così, quando accadeva un evento sfortunato, si ritenevano benedetti poichè, dopo questo, le loro vite potevano solo migliorare." Vin alzò un sopracciglio. "Mi sembra un po' semplicistico." "Io non credo" disse Sazed. "Anzi, gli Astalsi erano piuttosto avanzati: mischiavano la religione con la scienza in moodo profondo. Pensavano che diversi colori indicassero diversi tipi di fortuna, ed erano piuttosto dettagliati nelle loro descrizioni di luce e colore. [...]" "Comunque sia, trovo che la loro filosofia su fortuna e sfortuna sia illuminante. Per loro, una vita grama era solo un segno di fortuna a venire. Potrebbe andar bene a voi, padrona: potreste trarre beneficio dalla consapevolezza che non può andarvi sempre tutto storto." "Non lo so" disse Vin in tono scettico. "Intendo dire, se la sfortuna fosse limitata, non lo sarebbe anche la fortuna? Ogni volta che accade qualcosa di buono, dovrei preoccuparmi di averla esaurita." "Uhm" riflette Sazed. "Suppongo che dipenda dal vostro punto di vista, padrona.

VIN RESISTED THE URGE TO PICK at her noblewoman’s dress. Even after a half week of being forced to wear one—Sazed’s suggestion—she found the bulky garment uncomfortable. It pulled tightly at her waist and chest, then fell to the floor with several layers of ruffled fabric, making it difficult to walk. She kept feeling as if she were going to trip—and, despite the gown’s bulk, she felt as if she were somehow exposed by how tight it was through the chest, not to mention the neckline’s low curve. Though she had exposed nearly as much skin when wearing normal, buttoning shirts, this seemed different somehow. Still, she had to admit that the gown made quite a difference. The girl who stood in the mirror before her was a strange, foreign creature. The light blue dress, with its white ruffles and lace, matched the sapphire barrettes in her hair. Sazed claimed he wouldn’t be happy until her hair was at least shoulder-length, but he had still suggested that she purchase the broochlike barrettes and put them just above each ear. “Often, aristocrats don’t hide their deficiencies,” he had explained. “Instead, they highlight them. Draw attention to your short hair, and instead of thinking you’re unfashionable, they might be impressed by the statement you are making.” She also wore a sapphire necklace—modest by noble standards, but still worth more than two hundred boxings. It was complemented by a single ruby bracelet for accentuation. Apparently, the current fashion dictated a single splash of a different color to provide contrast. And it was all hers,

At first glance, the key and the lock it fits may seem very different," Sazed said. "Different in shape, different in function, different in design. The man who looks at them without knowledge of their true nature might think them opposites, for one is meant to open, and the other to keep closed. Yet, upon closer examination, he might see that without one, the other becomes useless. The wise man then sees that both lock and key were created for the same purpose.

That’s what trust is, Sazed thought. It’s about giving someone else power over you. Power to hurt you.

He left ruin in his wake, but it was forgotten, Sazed thought, turning to watch her fly. He created kingdoms, and then destroyed them as he made the world anew. We had the wrong gender all along.   THE

A crença certa é como um bom manto, julgo eu. Se vos servir bem, mantém-vos quente e segura. O ajuste errado, no entanto, pode sufocar.

She paused briefly, then took a sip. “Mistress Vin is being modest, Master Hammond,” Sazed

Lord Cladent. I have a religion for you.” Clubs frowned. “You don’t give up, do you?” Sazed looked down. It took him a moment to gather together what he’d been thinking about before. “What you said earlier, Lord Cladent. About situational morality. It made me think of a faith, known as Dadradah. Its practitioners spanned many countries and peoples; they believed that there was only one God, and that there was only one right way to worship.” Clubs snorted. “I’m really not interested in one of your dead religions, Terrisman. I think that—” “They were artists,” Sazed said quietly. Clubs hesitated. “They thought art drew one closer to God,” Sazed said. “They were most interested in color and hue, and they were fond of writing poetry describing the colors they saw in the world around them.” Clubs was silent. “Why preach this religion to me?” he demanded. “Why not pick one that is blunt, like I am? Or one that worshipped warfare and soldiers?

To believe, it seemed, one had to want to believe. It was a conundrum, one Sazed had wrestled with. He wanted someone, something, to force him to have faith. He wanted to have to believe because of the proof shown to him.

Soldiers dropped their weapons and fled. Others remained, frozen with terror. Sazed stood at their back, between the horrified soldiers and the mass of skaa. I am not a warrior, he thought, hands shaking as he stared at the monsters. It had been difficult enough to stay calm inside their camp. Watching them scream—their massive swords out, their skin ripped and bloodied as they fell upon the human soldiers—Sazed felt his courage begin to fail. But if I don’t do something, nobody will. He tapped pewter. His muscles grew. He drew deeply upon his steelmind as he dashed forward, taking more strength than he ever had before. He had spent years storing up strength, rarely finding occasion to use it, and now he tapped that reserve. His body changed, weak scholar’s arms transforming into massive, bulky limbs. His chest widened, bulging, and his muscles grew taut with power. Days spent fragile and frail focused on this single moment. He shoved his way through the ranks of soldiers, pulling his robe over his head as it grew too restrictive, leaving himself wearing only a vestigial loincloth. The lead koloss turned to find himself facing a creature nearly his own size. Despite its rage, despite its inhumanness, the beast froze, surprise showing in its beady red eyes. Sazed punched the monster. He hadn’t practiced for war, and knew next to nothing about combat. Yet, at that moment, his lack of skill didn’t matter. The creature’s face folded around his fist, its skull cracking. Sazed turned on thick legs, looking back at the startled soldiers. Say something brave! he told himself. “Fight!” Sazed bellowed, surprised at the sudden deepness and strength of his voice. And, startlingly, they did.

Wir sind diejenigen, die hier die Fragen stellen, Terriser!", sagte einer der aristokratischen Kandras. Sazed blieb stehen und drehte sich um. "Nein", sagte er. "Nein, das seid ihr nicht.

[...] in allen Religionen habe ich Unstimmigkeiten, logische Brüche und Glaubenssätze gefunden, die ich nicht annehmen kann." "Für mich klingt das so, Junger, als ob du nach etwas suchst, das es nicht gibt", sagte Haddek. "Die Wahrheit?" "Nein", erwiderte Haddek. "Eine Religion, die von ihren Anhängern keinen Glauben erfordert." ~ Sazed und Haddek

Irgendetwas hat mich unter seiner Kontrolle. Es will, dass ich dich töte." Und das machst du ziemlich gut!, dachte Sazed. ~ TenSoon und Sazed

Wie lange war er bewusstlos gewesen? Vermutlich nicht lange, erkannte er, als sein Blick klarer wurde. Er war durch Mangel an Sauerstoff ohnmächtig geworden, und ein solcher Zustand dauerte für gewöhnlich nicht lange an. Vorausgesetzt, dass man danach überhaupt noch aufwachte. ~ Sazed

Con cuánta facilidad hablaba Elend de esperanza y humor, como si ser feliz fuera simplemente una decisión que uno tomaba. Algunos así lo creían. Antaño, Sazed se habría mostrado de acuerdo con ellos.

Why?” Sazed asked, shocked. “What was that for?” The wounded koloss turned around. “I hated him,” he said.

La fe adecuada es como una buena capa, creo. Si te sienta bien, te mantiene cálido y a salvo. Sin embargo, si no te sienta bien, puede asfixiarte. -Sazed

Sazed cringed

The Nazlan believed that there was beauty in darkness, and that the daglight was more profane. They saw the stars as the Thousand Eyes of Trell watching them. The sun was the single, jealous eye of Trell'a brother, Nalt. Since Nalt only had one eye, he made it blaze brightly to outshine his brother. The Nazlan, however, were not impressed, and prefered to worship the quiet Trell, who watched over them even when Nalt obscured the sky." ~ Sazed in The Final Empire by Brandon Sanderson.

But what’s the point?’' Sazed frowned. ‘'The answer should be obvious, I think. People are valuable, Mistress Vin, and so therefore are their beliefs. Since the Ascension a thousand years ago, so many beliefs have disappeared. The Steel Ministiry forbids the worship of anyone but the Lord Ruler, and the Inquisitors have quite diligently destroyed hundreds of religions. If someone doesn’t remember them, then they will simply disappear.’' ‘'The Final Empire can’t last forever,’' Sazed said quietly. ‘'That end will come. And whet is does, when the Steel Ministry no longer holds sway, men will wish to return to the beliefs of their fathers. On that day they will look to the Keepers, and on that day we shall return to mankind his forgotten truths.

What made them so strong?" Kelsier said. "How did they do it Saze? What gave these theologies such power over people?

At first glance, the key and the lock it fits may seem very different,” Sazed said. “Different in shape, different in function, different in design. The man who looks at them without knowledge of their true nature might think them opposites, for one is meant to open, and the other to keep closed. Yet, upon closer examination, he might see that without one, the other becomes useless.

But they’re not working because someone will beat them if they don’t—they’re working so that their families and their friends won’t die. There’s a difference in that, to a farmer. You can see it in the way they stand.” Sazed

I’m so happy Sazed included me in his little book so that drunk people can curse by my name.

Sazed bowed his head humbly. He looked innocuous, but Kelsier knew the strength that Sazed hid. Few men, Allomancers or not, would fare well in a fight with a Keeper whose anger had been roused. That was probably why the Ministry had hunted the sect virtually to extinction.

Faith,” Spook said, “means that it doesn’t matter what happens. You can trust that somebody is watching. Trust that somebody will make it all right.” Sazed frowned. “It means that there will always be a way,

THE ONLY THING I CAN conclude, Master Marsh,” Sazed said, “is that the Lord Ruler was both a Feruchemist and an Allomancer.

Feruchemy,’ and it grants the ability to store certain physical attributes inside bits of metal.” Vin frowned. “You burn metals too?” “No, Mistress,” Sazed said with a shake of his head. “Feruchemists aren’t like Allomancers—we don’t ‘burn’ away our metals. We use them as storage. Each piece of metal, dependent upon size and alloy, can store a certain physical quality. The Feruchemist saves up an attribute, then draws upon that reserve at a later time.

At first glance, the key and the lock it fits may seem very different,” Sazed said. “Different in shape, different in function, different in design. The man who looks at them without knowledge of their true nature might think them opposites, for one is meant to open, and the other to keep closed. Yet, upon closer examination, he might see that without one, the other becomes useless. The wise man then sees that both lock and key were created for the same purpose

But, that was how things often went, it seemed. Some important decisions were made on a battlefield or in a conference room. But others happened quietly, unseen by others. That didn’t make the decision any less important to Sazed. He would believe. Not because something had been proven to him beyond his ability to deny. But because he chose to.

At first glance, the key and the lock it fits may seem very different,” Sazed said. “Different in shape, different in function, different in design. The man who looks at them without knowledge of their true nature might think them opposites, for one is meant to open, and the other to keep closed. Yet upon closer examination, he might see that without one, the other becomes useless. The wise man then knows that both lock and key were created for the same purpose

-Hablas como si todavía creyeras en él. -Creo, señora- dijo Sazed. -¿Cómo? ¿Cómo puedes? Sazed sacudió la cabeza y se acercó a ella. -La fe no es solo para los bellos momentos y los días felices. ¿Qué es la fe, qué es creer si no continúas en ella después del fracaso?. Vin frunció el ceño. -Cualquiera puede creer en alguien, o en algo, que siempre tiene éxito, señora. Pero en el fracaso... Ah, en eso sí es difícil creer, con certeza y confianza. Es muy difícil tener valor.

Stay,” Sazed said. “Please.” Tindwyl smiled. “Very well—you have persuaded me. Let us return to our studies then.

then Sazed.” “He . . . is not well.” Kelsier cocked his head. “Hurt in the fighting?” “Worse. Ruin tries to break him.

Protect her, Saze. She might be a powerful Allomancer, but she’s inexperienced. I’ll feel a lot less guilty about sending her into those aristocratic dens if I know you’re with her.” “I will protect her with my life, Master Kelsier. I promise you this.” Kelsier smiled, resting a thankful hand on Sazed’s shoulder. “I feel pity for the man who gets in your way.

Trying to guess what people wish of you will only lead to chaos, I think,” Sazed said. “You cannot please them all, Elend Venture.

Sazed!” Kelsier said.

It is a journal, Master Dockson,” Sazed said. “A record that appears to have been penned by the Lord Ruler himself—or, rather, the man who became the Lord Ruler. Even Ministry teachings agree that before the Ascension, he was a mortal man.

Sazed paused, hand laying on the cover of the large book. “Why, not at all,” he said with a frown. “All Terrisman stewards are eunuchs, child. I assumed you knew that.

Sazed,” Vin she finally said. “He saved me. The Inquisitor was about to kill me, but…Dox, what is he?” “Sazed?” Dockson asked. “That’s probably a question I should let him answer.

Who betrayed Kelsier three years ago?” Sazed paused, then set down his fountain pen. “The facts are unclear, Mistress. Most of the crew assumes it was Mare, I think.” “Mare?” Vin asked. “Kelsier’s wife?” Sazed nodded. “Apparently, she was one of the only people who could have done it. In addition, the Lord Ruler himself implicated her.

I warned Sazed I’d be dropping by sometime during the trip.” “And you didn’t tell me?” Kelsier winked, pulling the door shut. “I figured I still owed you for surprising me in that alleyway last week.” “How very adult of you,” Vin said flatly. “I’ve always been quite confident in my immaturity.

The Final Empire cannot last forever,” Sazed said quietly. “I do not know if Master Kelsier will be the one who finally brings its end, but that end will come. And when it does—when the Steel Ministry no longer holds sway—men will wish to return to the beliefs of their fathers. On that day they will look to the Keepers, and on that day we shall return to mankind his forgotten truths.

That’s what trust is, Sazed thought. It’s about giving someone else power over you. Power to hurt you.

If, upon examination, you find that the Ministry’s teachings do not suit you, then I would be pleased to offer you an alternative.” “What alternative?” Sazed smiled. “That depends. The right belief is like a good cloak, I think. If it fits you well, it keeps you warm and safe. The wrong fit, however, can suffocate.

And we die for nothing,' Ham said with a scowl. 'No,' Sazed said. 'Not nothing, Lord Hammond. We will die to show that there are skaa who will not be bullied, who will not back down. This is a very important precedent, I think.

[...] Cosa li faceva continuare a combattere?" "Erano i più determinati, ritengo." "Ma non avevano nessun capo" disse Kelsier. "Il lord Reggente aveva massacrato l'intero consiglio religioso vallano come parte della sua ultima conquista." "Oh, si che avevano dei capi, padron Kelsier" replicò Sazed. "Morti, vero, ma comunque capi." "Alcuni uomini direbbero che la loro devozione non aveva senso" obiettò Kelsier. "La perdita dei capi dei Valla avrebbe dovuto mettere in ginocchio quella popolazione, non renderla più determinata a sopravvivere." Sazed scosse il capo. "Gli uomini sono più resistenti. Le nostre credenze spesso sono più forti quando dovrebbero essere più deboli, Tale è la natura della speranza.