Final do Cap\u00edtulo 16. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ao final desse trecho em portugu\u00eas est\u00e1 o trecho em ingl\u00eas original. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Leio o livro em ingl\u00eas. Traduzi o trecho abaixo usando o Google translator<\/em> e n\u00e3o me preocupei em corrigir erros. Esse livro tamb\u00e9m est\u00e1 dispon\u00edvel em portugu\u00eas mas n\u00e3o me dei ao luxo de adquirir um exemplar em pt-br apenas para extra\u00e7\u00e3o de partes do texto, n\u00e3o achei necess\u00e1rio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n Hoje, faremos algo com suas roupas”, disse Tindwyl, fechando a porta do escrit\u00f3rio de Elend. Uma costureira rechonchuda com cabelo branco cortado em forma de tigela esperava do lado de dentro, em p\u00e9 respeitosamente com um grupo de assistentes juvenis.<\/p>\n Elend olhou para suas roupas. Na verdade, n\u00e3o foi ruim. O palet\u00f3 e o colete caem muito bem. As cal\u00e7as n\u00e3o eram t\u00e3o r\u00edgidas quanto as preferidas pela nobreza imperial, mas ele era o rei agora; ele n\u00e3o deveria ser capaz de definir as tend\u00eancias?<\/p>\n \u201cN\u00e3o vejo o que h\u00e1 de errado nisso\u201d, disse ele. Ele ergueu a m\u00e3o quando Tindwyl come\u00e7ou a falar. \u201cEu sei que n\u00e3o \u00e9 t\u00e3o formal quanto o que outros homens gostam de vestir, mas fica bem em mim.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c\u00c9 uma vergonha\u201d, disse Tindwyl.<\/p>\n “Agora, quase n\u00e3o vejo-“<\/p>\n “N\u00e3o discuta comigo.”<\/p>\n “Mas, veja, outro dia voc\u00ea disse que-“<\/p>\n “Reis n\u00e3o discutem, Elend Venture”, disse Tindwyl com firmeza. \u201cEles comandam. E, parte de sua habilidade de comandar vem de sua postura. As roupas desleixadas convidam a outros h\u00e1bitos descuidados – como sua postura, que j\u00e1 mencionei, acredito. \u201d<\/p>\n Elend suspirou, revirando os olhos enquanto Tindwyl estalava os dedos. A costureira e suas assistentes come\u00e7aram a desempacotar um par de ba\u00fas grandes.<\/p>\n “Isso n\u00e3o \u00e9 necess\u00e1rio”, disse Elend. \u201cJ\u00e1 tenho alguns ternos que ficam mais justos; Eu os uso em ocasi\u00f5es formais. \u201d<\/p>\n \u201cVoc\u00ea n\u00e3o vai mais usar ternos\u201d, disse Tindwyl.<\/p>\n “Com licen\u00e7a?”<\/p>\n Tindwyl olhou para ele com um olhar autorit\u00e1rio e Elend suspirou.<\/p>\n “Explique-se!” disse ele, tentando soar autorit\u00e1rio.<\/p>\n Tindwyl acenou com a cabe\u00e7a. \u201cVoc\u00ea manteve o c\u00f3digo de vestimenta preferido pela nobreza sancionado pelo Imperador Final. Em alguns aspectos, foi uma boa ideia – deu a voc\u00ea uma conex\u00e3o com o governo anterior e fez com que voc\u00ea parecesse menos desviante. Agora, entretanto, voc\u00ea est\u00e1 em uma posi\u00e7\u00e3o diferente. Seu povo est\u00e1 em perigo e o tempo da simples diplomacia acabou. Voc\u00ea est\u00e1 em guerra. Seu vestido deve refletir isso. \u201d<\/p>\n A costureira selecionou um traje espec\u00edfico e o levou para Elend enquanto os assistentes montavam uma tela de troca.<\/p>\n Elend hesitantemente aceitou o traje. Era r\u00edgido e branco, e a frente da jaqueta parecia abotoar at\u00e9 a gola r\u00edgida. De todo modo, parecia que …<\/p>\n “Um uniforme”, disse ele, franzindo a testa.<\/p>\n \u201cDe fato,\u201d disse Tindwyl. \u201cVoc\u00ea quer que seu povo acredite que voc\u00ea pode proteg\u00ea-los? Bem, um rei n\u00e3o \u00e9 simplesmente um legislador – ele \u00e9 um general. \u00c9 hora de voc\u00ea come\u00e7ar a agir como se merecesse seu t\u00edtulo, Elend Venture. \u201d<\/p>\n “Eu n\u00e3o sou um guerreiro”, disse Elend. \u201cEste uniforme \u00e9 uma mentira.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEm breve mudaremos o primeiro ponto\u201d, disse Tindwyl. \u201cO segundo n\u00e3o \u00e9 verdade. Voc\u00ea comanda os ex\u00e9rcitos do Dom\u00ednio Central. Isso o torna um militar, independentemente de saber ou n\u00e3o manejar uma espada. Agora, v\u00e1 se trocar. \u201d<\/p>\n Elend concordou com um encolher de ombros. Ele caminhou ao redor da cabine de mudan\u00e7a, empurrou para o lado uma pilha de livros para abrir espa\u00e7o e come\u00e7ou a se trocar. As cal\u00e7as brancas ca\u00edam confortavelmente e ca\u00edam perfeitamente nas panturrilhas. Embora houvesse uma camisa, ela estava completamente obscurecida pela jaqueta grande e r\u00edgida – que tinha encaixes militares nos ombros. Ele tinha uma s\u00e9rie de bot\u00f5es – todos, ele notou, eram de madeira em vez de metal – bem como um estranho desenho em forma de escudo sobre o peito direito. Parecia ter algum tipo de flecha, ou talvez uma lan\u00e7a, estampada nela.<\/p>\n Rigidez, corte e design considerados, Elend ficou surpreso com o qu\u00e3o bem o uniforme se ajustava. “Tem um tamanho muito bom”, observou ele, colocando o cinto e puxando para baixo a barra da jaqueta, que ia at\u00e9 os quadris.<\/p>\n \u201cPegamos suas medidas com seu alfaiate\u201d, disse Tindwyl.<\/p>\n Elend contornou a tela de mudan\u00e7a e v\u00e1rios assistentes se aproximaram. Um educadamente fez sinal para ele cal\u00e7ar um par de botas pretas brilhantes e o outro prendeu uma capa branca nos fechos de seus ombros. O assistente final entregou-lhe uma bengala e uma bainha de duelo de madeira polida. Elend o prendeu no cinto, depois o puxou por uma fenda na jaqueta para que ficasse do lado de fora; isso, pelo menos, ele j\u00e1 tinha feito antes.<\/p>\n \u201cBom,\u201d Tindwyl disse, olhando para ele de cima a baixo. \u201cDepois que voc\u00ea aprender a ficar em p\u00e9, ser\u00e1 uma melhoria decente. Agora, sente-se. \u201d<\/p>\n Elend abriu a boca para protestar, mas pensou melhor. Ele se sentou e um assistente se aproximou para prender um len\u00e7ol em seus ombros. Ela ent\u00e3o puxou uma tesoura.<\/p>\n “Agora, espere”, disse Elend. “Eu vejo onde isso vai dar.”<\/p>\n \u201cEnt\u00e3o expresse uma obje\u00e7\u00e3o,\u201d disse Tindwyl. \u201cN\u00e3o seja vago!\u201d<\/p>\n – Tudo bem, ent\u00e3o – disse Elend. “Eu gosto do meu cabelo.”<\/p>\n \u201cCabelo curto \u00e9 mais f\u00e1cil de cuidar do que cabelo comprido\u201d, disse Tindwyl. \u201cE voc\u00ea provou que n\u00e3o \u00e9 confi\u00e1vel na \u00e1rea de higiene pessoal.\u201d<\/p>\n “Voc\u00ea n\u00e3o est\u00e1 cortando meu cabelo”, disse Elend com firmeza.<\/p>\n Tindwyl fez uma pausa e ent\u00e3o acenou com a cabe\u00e7a. O aprendiz recuou e Elend se levantou, puxando o len\u00e7ol. A costureira mostrou um grande espelho e Elend avan\u00e7ou para se inspecionar.<\/p>\n E congelou.<\/p>\n A diferen\u00e7a foi surpreendente. Durante toda a sua vida, ele se viu como um estudioso e socialite, mas tamb\u00e9m como um pouco tolo. Ele era Elend – o homem amig\u00e1vel e confort\u00e1vel com ideias engra\u00e7adas. F\u00e1cil de descartar, talvez, mas dif\u00edcil de odiar.<\/p>\n O homem que ele viu agora n\u00e3o era nenhum d\u00e2ndi da corte. Ele era um homem s\u00e9rio – um homem formal. Um homem a ser levado a s\u00e9rio. O uniforme deu-lhe vontade de se endireitar, de apoiar uma das m\u00e3os na bengala de duelo. Seu cabelo – ligeiramente enrolado, longo na parte superior e nas laterais, e solto pelo vento no topo da muralha da cidade – n\u00e3o cabia.<\/p>\n Elend se virou. “Tudo bem”, disse ele. “Corte Isso.”<\/p>\n Tindwyl sorriu e acenou com a cabe\u00e7a para que ele se sentasse. Ele o fez, esperando em sil\u00eancio enquanto o assistente trabalhava. Quando ele se levantou novamente, sua cabe\u00e7a combinava com o terno. N\u00e3o era extremamente curto, n\u00e3o como o cabelo de Ham, mas era limpo e preciso. Um dos assistentes se aproximou e entregou-lhe um la\u00e7o de madeira pintada de prata. Ele se virou para Tindwyl, franzindo a testa.<\/p>\n “Uma coroa?” ele perguntou.<\/p>\n \u201cNada de ostentoso\u201d, disse Tindwyl. \u201cEsta \u00e9 uma era mais sutil do que algumas das anteriores. A coroa n\u00e3o \u00e9 um s\u00edmbolo de sua riqueza, mas de sua autoridade. Voc\u00ea vai us\u00e1-lo de agora em diante, seja em privado ou em p\u00fablico. \u201d<\/p>\n \u201cO Senhor Soberano n\u00e3o usava uma coroa.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cO Senhor Soberano n\u00e3o precisava lembrar \u00e0s pessoas que ele estava no comando\u201d, disse Tindwyl.<\/p>\n Elend fez uma pausa e ent\u00e3o colocou a coroa. N\u00e3o trazia pedras preciosas ou ornamenta\u00e7\u00e3o; era apenas uma tiara simples. Como ele esperava, encaixou perfeitamente.<\/p>\n Ele se virou para Tindwyl, que acenou para a costureira fazer as malas e ir embora. \u201cVoc\u00ea tem seis uniformes como este esperando por voc\u00ea em seus quartos\u201d, disse Tindwyl. “At\u00e9<\/p>\n este cerco acabou, voc\u00ea n\u00e3o vestir\u00e1 mais nada. Se voc\u00ea quiser variedade, mude a cor da capa. \u201d<\/p>\n Elend concordou com a cabe\u00e7a. Atr\u00e1s dele, a costureira e suas assistentes sa\u00edram pela porta. \u201cObrigado,\u201d ele disse a Tindwyl. \u201cEu estava hesitante no come\u00e7o, mas voc\u00ea est\u00e1 certo. Isso faz a diferen\u00e7a. \u201d<\/p>\n \u201cO suficiente para enganar as pessoas por enquanto, pelo menos\u201d, disse Tindwyl.<\/p>\n “Enganar as pessoas?”<\/p>\n “\u00c9 claro. Voc\u00ea n\u00e3o achou que era isso, n\u00e3o \u00e9? “<\/p>\n “N\u00f3s vamos\u2026”<\/p>\n Tindwyl ergueu uma sobrancelha. \u201cAlgumas li\u00e7\u00f5es e voc\u00ea acha que acabou? Mal come\u00e7amos. Voc\u00ea ainda \u00e9 um tolo, Elend Venture – voc\u00ea simplesmente n\u00e3o se parece mais com um. Esperan\u00e7osamente, nossa farsa come\u00e7ar\u00e1 a reverter alguns dos danos que voc\u00ea causou \u00e0 sua reputa\u00e7\u00e3o. No entanto, vai precisar de muito mais treinamento antes de eu realmente confiar em voc\u00ea para interagir com as pessoas e n\u00e3o se envergonhar. \u201d<\/p>\n Elend enrubesceu. \u201cO que voc\u00ea\u2014\u201d Ele fez uma pausa. “Diga-me o que voc\u00ea planeja me ensinar, ent\u00e3o.”<\/p>\n “Bem, para come\u00e7ar, voc\u00ea precisa aprender a andar.”<\/p>\n \u201cAlgo est\u00e1 errado com a maneira como eu ando?\u201d<\/p>\n “Pelos deuses esquecidos, sim!” Tindwyl disse, parecendo divertido, embora nenhum sorriso marcasse seus l\u00e1bios. \u201cE seus padr\u00f5es de fala ainda precisam ser trabalhados. Al\u00e9m disso, \u00e9 claro, h\u00e1 sua incapacidade de manusear armas. \u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTive algum treinamento\u201d, disse Elend. “Pergunte a Vin – eu a resgatei do pal\u00e1cio do Senhor Soberano na noite do colapso!”<\/p>\n \u201cEu sei\u201d, disse Tindwyl. “E, pelo que ouvi, foi um milagre voc\u00ea ter sobrevivido. Felizmente, a menina estava l\u00e1 para fazer o<\/p>\n luta real. Voc\u00ea aparentemente confia um pouco nela para esse tipo de coisa. “<\/p>\n “Ela \u00e9 nascida das brumas.”<\/p>\n \u201cIsso n\u00e3o \u00e9 desculpa para sua desleixada falta de habilidade\u201d, disse Tindwyl. \u201cVoc\u00ea n\u00e3o pode sempre confiar em sua mulher para proteg\u00ea-lo. N\u00e3o \u00e9 apenas constrangedor, mas seu povo – seus soldados – espera que voc\u00ea seja capaz de lutar com eles. Duvido que voc\u00ea seja o tipo de l\u00edder que pode liderar um ataque contra o inimigo, mas voc\u00ea deve pelo menos ser capaz de se controlar se sua posi\u00e7\u00e3o for atacada. \u201d<\/p>\n “Ent\u00e3o, voc\u00ea quer que eu comece a lutar com Vin e Ham durante as sess\u00f5es de treinamento?”<\/p>\n \u201cMeu Deus, n\u00e3o! Voc\u00ea n\u00e3o pode imaginar como seria terr\u00edvel para o moral se os homens vissem voc\u00ea sendo espancado em p\u00fablico? ” Tindwyl balan\u00e7ou a cabe\u00e7a. “N\u00e3o, vamos treinar voc\u00ea discretamente por um mestre de duelo. Em alguns meses, devemos torn\u00e1-lo competente com a bengala e a espada. Esperan\u00e7osamente, este seu pequeno cerco vai durar muito antes de a luta come\u00e7ar. \u201d<\/p>\n Elend enrubesceu novamente. \u201cVoc\u00ea continua falando baixo comigo. \u00c9 como se eu n\u00e3o fosse nem mesmo rei aos seus olhos – como se voc\u00ea me visse como uma esp\u00e9cie de substituto. “<\/p>\n Tindwyl n\u00e3o respondeu, mas seus olhos brilharam de satisfa\u00e7\u00e3o. Voc\u00ea disse isso, n\u00e3o eu, sua express\u00e3o parecia dizer.<\/p>\n Elend enrubesceu mais profundamente.<\/p>\n \u201cVoc\u00ea pode, talvez, aprender a ser um rei, Elend Venture,\u201d disse Tindwyl. \u201cAt\u00e9 ent\u00e3o, voc\u00ea apenas ter\u00e1 que aprender a fingir.\u201d<\/p>\n A resposta furiosa de Elend foi interrompida por uma batida na porta. Elend cerrou os dentes, virando-se. “Entre.”<\/p>\n A porta se abriu. “H\u00e1 novidades”, disse o capit\u00e3o Demoux, seu rosto jovem animado quando ele entrou. “Eu-” Ele congelou.<\/p>\n Elend inclinou a cabe\u00e7a. “Sim?”<\/p>\n “Eu … uh …” Demoux fez uma pausa, olhou Elend novamente antes de continuar. – Ham me enviou, Majestade. Ele diz que um mensageiro de um dos reis chegou. \u201d<\/p>\n “Mesmo?” Elend disse. “De Lord Cett?”<\/p>\n \u201cN\u00e3o, Majestade. O mensageiro \u00e9 do seu pai. \u201d<\/p>\n Elend franziu a testa. “Bem, diga a Ham que estarei a\u00ed em um momento.”<\/p>\n “Sim, Vossa Majestade”, disse Demoux, recuando. “Uh, eu gosto do novo uniforme, Vossa Majestade.”<\/p>\n “Obrigado, Demoux”, disse Elend. \u201cVoc\u00ea, por acaso, sabe onde Lady Vin est\u00e1? Eu n\u00e3o a vi o dia todo. “<\/p>\n “Eu acho que ela est\u00e1 em seus aposentos, Sua Majestade.”<\/p>\n Seus aposentos? Ela nunca fica l\u00e1. Ela est\u00e1 doente?<\/p>\n “Voc\u00ea quer que eu a chame?” Perguntou Demoux.<\/p>\n “N\u00e3o, obrigado”, disse Elend. “Eu vou peg\u00e1-la. Diga a Ham para deixar o mensageiro confort\u00e1vel. \u201d<\/p>\n Demoux concordou com a cabe\u00e7a e se retirou.<\/p>\n Elend se virou para Tindwyl, que estava sorrindo para si mesma com um olhar de satisfa\u00e7\u00e3o. Elend passou por ela, caminhando para pegar seu caderno. \u201cVou aprender a fazer mais do que simplesmente ‘fingir’ ser rei, Tindwyl.\u201d<\/p>\n “Veremos.”<\/p>\n Elend lan\u00e7ou um olhar para a terris mulher de meia-idade em suas vestes e joias.<\/p>\n \u201cPratique express\u00f5es como essa\u201d, observou Tindwyl, \u201ce voc\u00ea poder\u00e1 faz\u00ea-lo\u201d.<\/p>\n “Isso \u00e9 tudo, ent\u00e3o?” Elend perguntou. \u201cExpress\u00f5es e fantasias? \u00c9 isso que faz um rei? “<\/p>\n “Claro que n\u00e3o.”<\/p>\n Elend parou na porta, se virando. \u201cEnt\u00e3o, o que faz? O que voc\u00ea acha que faz de um homem um bom rei, Tindwyl de Terris? “<\/p>\n \u201cConfie,\u201d disse Tindwyl, olhando-o nos olhos. \u201cUm bom rei \u00e9 aquele em quem seu povo confia – e aquele que merece essa confian\u00e7a.\u201d<\/p>\n Elend fez uma pausa e assentiu. Boa resposta, ele reconheceu, ent\u00e3o abriu a porta e correu para encontrar Vin.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cToday, we will do something about your clothing,\u201d Tindwyl said, closing the door to Elend\u2019s study. A plump seamstress with bowl-cut white hair waited inside, standing respectfully with a group of youthful assistants.<\/p>\n Elend glanced down at his clothing. It actually wasn\u2019t bad. The suit coat and vest fit fairly well. The trousers weren\u2019t as stiff as those favored by imperial nobility, but he was the king now; shouldn\u2019t he be able to set the trends?<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t see what\u2019s wrong with it,\u201d he said. He held up a hand as Tindwyl began to speak. \u201cI know it\u2019s not quite as formal as what other men like to wear, but it suits me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut, see, the other day you said that\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cKings don\u2019t argue, Elend Venture,\u201d Tindwyl said firmly. \u201cThey command. And, part of your ability to command comes from your bearing. Slovenly clothing invites other slovenly habits\u2014such as your posture, which I\u2019ve already mentioned, I believe.\u201d<\/p>\n Elend sighed, rolling his eyes as Tindwyl snapped her fingers. The seamstress and her assistants started unpacking a pair of large trunks.<\/p>\n \u201cThis isn\u2019t necessary,\u201d Elend said. \u201cI already have some suits that fit more snugly; I wear them on formal occasions.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re not going to wear suits anymore,\u201d Tindwyl said.<\/p>\n \u201cExcuse me?\u201d<\/p>\n Tindwyl eyed him with a commanding stare, and Elend sighed.<\/p>\n \u201cExplain yourself!\u201d he said, trying to sound commanding.<\/p>\n Tindwyl nodded. \u201cYou have maintained the dress code preferred by the nobility sanctioned by the Final Emperor. In some respects, this was a good idea\u2014it gave you a connection to the former government, and made you seem less of a deviant. Now, however, you are in a different position. Your people are in danger, and the time for simple diplomacy is over. You are at war. Your dress should reflect that.\u201d<\/p>\n The seamstress selected a particular costume, then brought it over to Elend while the assistants set up a changing screen.<\/p>\n Elend hesitantly accepted the costume. It was stiff and white, and the front of the jacket appeared to button all the way up to a rigid collar. All and all, it looked like\u2026<\/p>\n \u201cA uniform,\u201d he said, frowning.<\/p>\n \u201cIndeed,\u201d Tindwyl said. \u201cYou want your people to believe that you can protect them? Well, a king isn\u2019t simply a lawmaker\u2014he\u2019s a general. It is time you began to act like you deserve your title, Elend Venture.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m no warrior,\u201d Elend said. \u201cThis uniform is a lie.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe first point we will soon change,\u201d Tindwyl said. \u201cThe second is not true. You command the armies of the Central Dominance. That makes you a military man whether or not you know how to swing a sword. Now, go change.\u201d<\/p>\n Elend acceded with a shrug. He walked around the changing screen, pushed aside a stack of books to make room, then began to change. The white trousers fit snugly and fell straight around the calves. While there was a shirt, it was completely obscured by the large, stiff jacket\u2014which had military shoulder fittings. It had an array of buttons\u2014all of which, he noticed, were wood instead of metal\u2014as well as a strange shieldlike design over the right breast. It seemed to have some sort of arrow, or perhaps spear, emblazoned in it.<\/p>\n Stiffness, cut, and design considered, Elend was surprised how well the uniform fit. \u201cIt\u2019s sized quite well,\u201d he noted, putting on the belt, then pulling down the bottom of the jacket, which came all the way to his hips.<\/p>\n \u201cWe got your measurements from your tailor,\u201d Tindwyl said.<\/p>\n Elend stepped around the changing screen, and several assistants approached. One politely motioned for him to step into a pair of shiny black boots, and the other attached a white cape to fastenings at his shoulders. The final assistant handed him a polished hardwood dueling cane and sheath. Elend hooked it onto the belt, then pulled it through a slit in the jacket so it hung outside; that much, at least, he had done before.<\/p>\n \u201cGood,\u201d Tindwyl said, looking him up and down. \u201cOnce you learn to stand up straight, that will be a decent improvement. Now, sit.\u201d<\/p>\n Elend opened his mouth to object, but thought better of it. He sat down, and an assistant approached to attach a sheet around his shoulders. She then pulled out a pair of shears.<\/p>\n \u201cNow, wait,\u201d Elend said. \u201cI see where this is going.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen voice an objection,\u201d Tindwyl said. \u201cDon\u2019t be vague!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAll right, then,\u201d Elend said. \u201cI like my hair.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShort hair is easier to care for than long hair,\u201d Tindwyl said. \u201cAnd you have proven that you cannot be trusted in the area of personal grooming.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou aren\u2019t cutting my hair,\u201d Elend said firmly.<\/p>\n Tindwyl paused, then nodded. The apprentice backed away, and Elend stood, pulling off the sheet. The seamstress produced a large mirror, and Elend walked forward to inspect himself.<\/p>\n And froze.<\/p>\n The difference was surprising. All his life, he\u2019d seen himself as a scholar and socialite, but also as just a bit of a fool. He was Elend\u2014the friendly, comfortable man with the funny ideas. Easy to dismiss, perhaps, but difficult to hate.<\/p>\n The man he saw now was no dandy of the court. He was a serious man\u2014a formal man. A man to be taken seriously. The uniform made him want to stand up straighter, to rest one hand on the dueling cane. His hair\u2014slightly curled, long on the top and sides, and blown loose by the wind atop the city wall\u2014didn\u2019t fit.<\/p>\n Elend turned. \u201cAll right,\u201d he said. \u201cCut it.\u201d<\/p>\n Tindwyl smiled, then nodded for him to sit. He did so, waiting quietly while the assistant worked. When he stood again, his head matched the suit. It wasn\u2019t extremely short, not like Ham\u2019s hair, but it was neat and precise. One of the assistants approached and handed him a loop of silver-painted wood. He turned to Tindwyl, frowning.<\/p>\n \u201cA crown?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n \u201cNothing ostentatious,\u201d Tindwyl said. \u201cThis is a more subtle era than some of those gone by. The crown isn\u2019t a symbol of your wealth, but of your authority. You will wear it from now on, whether you are in private or in public.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe Lord Ruler didn\u2019t wear a crown.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe Lord Ruler didn\u2019t need to remind people that he was in charge,\u201d Tindwyl said.<\/p>\n Elend paused, then slipped on the crown. It bore no gemstones or ornamentation; it was just a simple coronet. As he might have expected, it fit perfectly.<\/p>\n He turned back toward Tindwyl, who waved for the seamstress to pack up and leave. \u201cYou have six uniforms like this one waiting for you in your rooms,\u201d Tindwyl said. \u201cUntil<\/p>\n this siege is over, you will wear nothing else. If you want variety, change the color of the cape.\u201d<\/p>\n Elend nodded. Behind him, the seamstress and her assistants slipped out the door. \u201cThank you,\u201d he told Tindwyl. \u201cI was hesitant at first, but you are right. This makes a difference.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEnough of one to deceive people for now, at least,\u201d Tindwyl said.<\/p>\n \u201cDeceive people?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf course. You didn\u2019t think that this was it, did you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Tindwyl raised an eyebrow. \u201cA few lessons, and you think you\u2019re through? We\u2019ve barely begun. You are still a fool, Elend Venture\u2014you just don\u2019t look like one anymore. Hopefully, our charade will begin reversing some of the damage you\u2019ve done to your reputation. However, it is going to take a lot more training before I\u2019ll actually trust you to interact with people and not embarrass yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n Elend flushed. \u201cWhat do you\u2014\u201d He paused. \u201cTell me what you plan to teach me, then.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell, you need to learn how to walk, for one thing.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSomething\u2019s wrong with the way I walk?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBy the forgotten gods, yes!\u201d Tindwyl said, sounding amused, though no smile marred her lips. \u201cAnd your speech patterns still need work. Beyond that, of course, there is your inability to handle weapons.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve had some training,\u201d Elend said. \u201cAsk Vin\u2014I rescued her from the Lord Ruler\u2019s palace the night of the Collapse!\u201d<\/p>\n ><\/p>\n \u201cI know,\u201d Tindwyl said. \u201cAnd, from what I\u2019ve heard, it was a miracle you survived. Fortunately, the girl was there to do the<\/p>\n actual fighting. You apparently rely on her quite a bit for that sort of thing.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe\u2019s Mistborn.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat is no excuse for your slovenly lack of skill,\u201d Tindwyl said. \u201cYou cannot always rely on your woman to protect you. Not only is it embarrassing, but your people\u2014your soldiers\u2014will expect you to be able to fight with them. I doubt you will ever be the type of leader who can lead a charge against the enemy, but you should at least be able to handle yourself if your position gets attacked.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo, you want me to begin sparring with Vin and Ham during their training sessions?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGoodness, no! Can\u2019t you imagine how terrible it would be for morale if the men saw you being beaten up in public?\u201d Tindwyl shook her head. \u201cNo, we\u2019ll have you trained discreetly by a dueling master. Given a few months, we should have you competent with the cane and the sword. Hopefully, this little siege of yours will last that long before the fighting starts.\u201d<\/p>\n Elend flushed again. \u201cYou keep talking down to me. It\u2019s like I\u2019m not even king in your eyes\u2014like you see me as some kind of placeholder.\u201d<\/p>\n Tindwyl didn\u2019t answer, but her eyes glinted with satisfaction. You said it, not I, her expression seemed to say.<\/p>\n Elend flushed more deeply.<\/p>\n \u201cYou can, perhaps, learn to be a king, Elend Venture,\u201d Tindwyl said. \u201cUntil then, you\u2019ll just have to learn to fake it.\u201d<\/p>\n Elend\u2019s angry response was cut off by a knock at the door. Elend gritted his teeth, turning. \u201cCome in.\u201d<\/p>\n The door swung open. \u201cThere\u2019s news,\u201d Captain Demoux said, his youthful face excited as he entered. \u201cI\u2014\u201d He froze.<\/p>\n Elend cocked his head. \u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2026uh\u2026\u201d Demoux paused, looked Elend over again before continuing. \u201cHam sent me, Your Majesty. He says that a messenger from one of the kings has arrived.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cReally?\u201d Elend said. \u201cFrom Lord Cett?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, Your Majesty. The messenger is from your father.\u201d<\/p>\n Elend frowned. \u201cWell, tell Ham I\u2019ll be there in a moment.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, Your Majesty,\u201d Demoux said, retreating. \u201cUh, I like the new uniform, Your Majesty.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThank you, Demoux,\u201d Elend said. \u201cDo you, by chance, know where Lady Vin is? I haven\u2019t seen her all day.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI think she\u2019s in her quarters, Your Majesty.\u201d<\/p>\n Her quarters? She never stays there. Is she sick?<\/p>\n \u201cDo you want me to summon her?\u201d Demoux asked.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, thank you,\u201d Elend said. \u201cI\u2019ll get her. Tell Ham to make the messenger comfortable.\u201d<\/p>\n Demoux nodded, then withdrew.<\/p>\n Elend turned to Tindwyl, who was smiling to herself with a look of satisfaction. Elend brushed by her, walking over to grab his notebook. \u201cI\u2019m going to learn to do more than just \u2018fake\u2019 being king, Tindwyl.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019ll see.\u201d<\/p>\n Elend shot a glance at the middle-aged Terriswoman in her robes and jewelry.<\/p>\n \u201cPractice expressions like that one,\u201d Tindwyl noted, \u201cand you just might do it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIs that all it is, then?\u201d Elend asked. \u201cExpressions and costumes? Is that what makes a king?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf course not.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Elend stopped by the door, turning back. \u201cThen, what does? What do you think makes a man a good king, Tindwyl of Terris?\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cTrust,\u201d Tindwyl said, looking him in the eyes. \u201cA good king is one who is trusted by his people\u2014and one who deserves that trust.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Elend paused, then nodded. Good answer, he acknowledged, then pulled open the door and rushed out to find Vin.<\/p>\n <\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Final do Cap\u00edtulo 16. Ao final desse trecho em portugu\u00eas est\u00e1 o trecho em ingl\u00eas original. Leio o livro em ingl\u00eas. Traduzi o trecho abaixo usando o Google translator e n\u00e3o me preocupei em corrigir erros. 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