Mistborn #01 The Final Empire by Brandon Sanderson Read Free Book Online Page A

careful voice. “I assume that since I have been called back for another appointment, the board is considering my offer?”
    “Indeed we are,” the obligator said. “Though I must admit, there are some Council members who are apprehensive about dealing with a family that is so near to economic disaster. The Ministry generally prefers to be conservative in its financial operations.”
    “I see.”
    “But,” Arriev said, “there are others on the board who are quite eager to take advantage of the savings you offered us.”
    “And with which group do you identify, Your Grace?”
    “I, as of yet, have not made my decision.” The obligator leaned forward. “Which is why I noted that you have a rare opportunity. Convince me, Lord Jedue, and you will have your contract.”
    “Surely Prelan Laird outlined the details of our offer,” Camon said.
    “Yes, but I would like to hear the arguments from you personally. Humor me.”
    Vin frowned. She remained near the back of the room, standing near the door, still half convinced she should run.
    “Well?” Arriev asked.
    “We need this contract, Your Grace,” Camon said. “Without it we won’t be able to continue our canal shipping operations. Your contract would give us a much needed period of stability—a chance to maintain our caravan boats for a time while we search for other contracts.”
    Arriev studied Camon for a moment. “Surely you can do better than that, Lord Jedue. Laird said that you were very persuasive—let me hear you prove that you deserve our patronage.”
    Vin prepared her Luck. She could make Arriev more inclined to believe . . . but something restrained her. The situation felt wrong.
    “We are your best choice, Your Grace,” Camon said. “You fear that my house will suffer economic failure? Well, if it does, what have you lost? At worst, my narrowboats would stop running, and you would have to find other merchants to deal with. Yet, if your patronage is enough to maintain my house, then you have found yourself an enviable long-term contract.”
    “I see,” Arriev said lightly. “And why the Ministry? Why not make your deal with someone else? Surely there are other options for your boats—other groups who would jump at such rates.”
    Camon frowned. “This isn’t about money, Your Grace, it is about the victory—the showing of confidence—that we would gain by having a Ministry contract. If you trust us, others will too. I need your support.” Camon was sweating now. He was probably beginning to regret this gamble. Had he been betrayed? Was Theron behind the odd meeting?
    The obligator waited quietly. He could destroy them, Vin knew. If he even suspected that they were scamming him, he could give them over to the Canton of Inquisition. More than one nobleman had entered a Canton building and never returned.
    Gritting her teeth, Vin reached out and used her Luck on the obligator, making him less suspicious.
    Arriev smiled. “Well, you have convinced me,” he suddenly declared.
    Camon sighed in relief.
    Arriev continued, “Your most recent letter suggested that you need three thousand boxings as an advance to refurbish your equipment and resume shipping operations. See the scribe in the main hallway to finish the paperwork so that you may requisition the necessary funds.”
    The obligator pulled a sheet of thick bureaucratic paper from a stack, then stamped a seal at the bottom. He proffered it to Camon. “Your contract.”
    Camon smiled deeply. “I knew coming to the Ministry was the wise choice,” he said, accepting the contract. He stood, nodding respectfully to the obligator, then motioned for Vin to open the door for him.
    She did so. Something is wrong. Something is very wrong. She paused as Camon left, looking back at the obligator. He was still smiling.
    A happy obligator was always a bad sign.
    Yet, no one stopped them as they passed through the waiting room with its noble occupants. Camon sealed and delivered the contract