Mistborn: The Hero of Ages by Brandon Sanderson Read Free Book Online

Canzi and their religion. Sazed settled back in his chair, holding up the paper and going over his notes one more time . He'd been focusing on this one religion for a good day now, and he wanted to make a decision about it. Even before the day's study, he'd known much about the Canzi faith, for he'd studied it along with all of the other pre-Ascension religions for most of his life. Those religions had been his passion, the focus of all of his research.
    And then the day had come where he'd realized that all of his learning had been meaningless. The Canzi religion contradicts itsel f , he decided, making a notation with his pen at the side of the paper. It ex plains that all creatures are part of the "divine whole " and implies that each body is a work of art created by a s pirit who decides to live in this world . However , one of its other tenets is that the evil are punished with bodies that do not f unction correctly . A distasteful doctrine, in Sazed's mind. Those who were born with mental or physical def iciencies deserved compassion, perhaps pity, but not disdain. Besides, which of the religion's ideals were true? That spirits chose and designed their bodies as they wished, or that they were punished by the body chosen for them? And what of the influence of lineage upon a child's f eatures and temperament?
    He nodded to himself, made a note at the bottom of the sheet of paper. Logically inconsistent. Obviously untrue .
    "What is that you have there?" Breeze asked.
    Sazed looked up. Breeze sat beside a small table, sipping his wine and eating grapes. He wore one of his customary nobleman's suits, complete with a dark jacket, a bright red vest, and a dueling cane with which he liked to gesture as he spoke. He'd gained back most of the weight he'd lost during Luthadel's siege and its aftermath, and could reasonably be described as "portly" once again. Sazed looked down. He carefully placed the sheet alongside some hundred others inside his portfolio, then closed the cloth-wrapped board cover and did up the ties . " It is nothing of consequence, Lord Breeze," he said.
    Breeze sipped quietly at his wine. "Nothing of consequence? You seem to always be puttering around with those sheets of yours. Whenever you have a free moment, you pull one of them out." Sazed set the portfolio beside his chair. How to explain? Each of the sheets in the thick portfolio outlined one of the over three hundred different religions the Keepers had collected. Each and every one of those religions was now effectively "dead," as the Lord Ruler had stamped them out very early in his reign, some thousand years before.
    One year ago, the woman Saze d loved had died. Now, he wanted to know . . . no, he had to know . . . if the religions of the world had answers for him. He would find the truth, or he would eliminate e ach and every faith.
    Breeze was still looking at him.
    "I would rather not talk about it, Lord Breeze," Sazed said.
    "As you wish," Breeze said, raising his cup. "Perhaps you could use your Feruchemist's powers to listen in on the conversation happening in the next room . . ." "I do not think it would be polite to do so."
    Breeze smiled. "My dear Terrisman only you would come to conquer a city, then worry about being
    'polite' to the dictator you're threatening." Sazed glanced down, feeling slightly abashed. But, he could not deny Breeze's remarks. Though the two of them had brought no army with them to Lekal City, they had indeed come to conquer. They simply intended to do it with a piece of paper rather than a sword.
    It all hinged on what was happening in the next room. Would the king sign the treaty or not? All Breeze and Sazed could do was wait. He itched to get his portfolio out, to look over the next religion in the stack. He'd been considering the Canzi for over a day, and now that he'd made a decision about it, he wished to move on to the next sheet. During the last year, he'd gotten through about two-thirds of the religions.