Kahlan took the prelate’s arm. “Verna, it would be very much appreciated if you could see to it that we were brought something simple to eat. Could you do that? We have two Mord-Sith with us who are about to boil me alive and eat me if we don’t feed them.”
That made Verna’s frown melt a bit. She glanced at the two steely-eyed Mord-Sith watching her as they marched along behind Kahlan. Richard needed to eat something to help keep up his strength, and he knew that Kahlan and Nicci had to be starving. They all needed food.
“Yes, of course.” She immediately broke away to rush over to some men loading firewood out of a room not far away.
They straightened beside their carts and nodded at her instructions before hurrying off into one of the corridors to the side.
Chase, taking long strides, stepped up closer beside them. “Richard, what can I do to help? What do you need?”
Richard thought about it a moment.
“I wish I knew.”
“Well,” the big man asked, “where are you headed?”
“We need to get to the People’s Palace in a hurry. The sliph is the fastest way.”
“What’s the hurry?”
Richard glanced over at his lifelong friend. “In the great war, Emperor Sulachan used occult power–”
“Occult power?” Verna interrupted as she returned to their side, the scowl back in her expression. “What’s that? What are you talking about?”
Richard let out a long sigh. The sliph wasn’t far, and there would be no time to explain everything that had happened, much less everything that was going to happen and why.
“There is far too much to be able to fill you in about it all right now,” he said, “but I do need to fill in a little and give you some information that you need to know. Sulachan uses occult power. Occult power is in many ways like magic yet it’s different.”
“Different?” she interrupted. “Different how?”
“It’s a balance to magic. You might say that occult power is the other side of magic. Think of it as the dark side.”
“Subtractive Magic is the dark side of Additive Magic,” she insisted.
Richard made a face at how complicated it all was, trying to think of how to explain it.
“There are layers upon layers of balance,” Nicci said when she saw that Richard was having difficulty trying to figure out how best to explain it. “Subtractive is the underworld side of magic. Additive the living side. They balance each other. But it is still all magic, all part of the same thing. They work together, much the way our fingers and thumbs work together. You might think of Additive Magic as the thumb, working in conjunction with the fingers, or Subtractive Magic.”
“So then what is occult power?” Rachel asked, fascinated by such exotic matters.
“Occult power is like a different phase of magic. Magic and occult power are different things. Each can exert force, much like either hand can do.” Nicci locked the fingers of opposite hands together. “Each hand is different, and each is powerful, but both hands together are far more powerful than either alone.”
Richard wasn’t sure that Verna understood, so he went on with what mattered. “Sulachan was gifted with both areas, as were some of the wizards back in his time. They used both those abilities together–because they are stronger together, like Nicci explained–to create weapons out of people. Using this occult power, Sulachan could do things that were thought impossible.”
“Like what?” Chase asked, now fully caught up in the explanation.
“He created the dream walkers, for one thing. Emperor Jagang was a descendant of the dream walkers originally created by Sulachan and his wizards. Sulachan then used his ability to create an army of half people–”
Chase put the back of a hand to Richard’s arm. “Half people?”
Richard nodded. “People without souls.”
Chase frowned as he scratched his scalp. “Why?”
“Because they live an incredibly long time–in much the same way as the Sisters did at the Palace of the Prophets. He wanted this army waiting here for him when he finally found a way to return from the dead.”
Verna frowned. “I don’t see how it’s possible to take a person’s soul from them. The Creator–”
Richard waved a hand, not wanting to get caught up in theological arguments. “That isn’t the point. Like we said, it’s a really long and complicated story.
“What matters for now, what’s important, and what you need to know, is that the half people that were created went crazy without their souls–”
“Well I should think so,” Verna huffed.
“–and came to lust for them so intently that they began attacking people, tearing them apart with their teeth and eating them alive, believing they could get a person’s soul that way and have it for themselves. They hunt people with souls, intent on stealing those souls for themselves.”
“Well that’s just crazy,” Verna scoffed as she folded her arms.
“Tell that to them as you watch them ripping your flesh from your bones with their teeth and eating it,” Kahlan said.
“An account I read from back in that time says that the half people are death itself, with teeth, coming for the living. They are often called the unholy half-dead,” Richard added.
That sobered the prelate. “If these unholy half-dead people want so badly to eat us for our souls, why haven’t we ever seen them, or even heard of them?”
“Now you’re getting to what matters,” Richard said. “Back in the great war, Sulachan turned these crazed half people on the New World. The people up here managed to lock them all away behind a barrier in a distant, deserted place in the Dark Lands. That’s what ended the war. The people back then couldn’t eliminate the problem, because they didn’t have the power, but they could at least lock the evil away and end the war for the time being.”
“But now that evil has escaped,” Chase guessed.
“Yes. They’ve been banished there all this time, waiting for the chance to escape. That barrier finally failed. Once it did, Sulachan was brought back from the world of the dead and now he and his half people are flooding across the land.”
“What’s more,” Kahlan told them, “he and some in his army of half people who also possess occult powers can reanimate the dead. Those dead also do their bidding and fight for them.”
“Are you serious?” Chase asked in a low voice.
Richard gestured back to the alcove. “That’s most likely why the people back in that time sealed the catacombs. Sulachan could raise most of those dead, or at least the ones still mostly intact. They probably had to seal the catacombs to protect themselves.”
“The reanimated dead are extremely difficult to stop,” Nicci put in. “You need to be aware that magic is of little use against them.”
“Because of the occult powers used to bring them back to life?” Rachel guessed.
Nicci smiled at her quick mind grasping the problem. “That’s right.”
“Surely a sword would cut them down,” Chase said, his voice echoing as they all followed Richard into a passageway made of granite blocks.
“If only it were so,” Richard told him. “About the only way to bring them down is with my sword or fire.”
Chase gestured with a fist. “But surely enough men could–”
Richard was shaking his head. “Even what you would think would be overwhelming numbers of soldiers of the First File can’t stop them. They aren’t really alive, so regular weapons can’t kill them. They are already dead. It’s the occult power driving these corpses that gives them such great strength. I’ve seen these walking dead with a collection of swords broken off in their chests and it doesn’t even slow them down.”