Terry Goodkind - The Third Kingdom

CHAPTER

44

After retrieving his bow from the split in the rock that had protected them and hooking it back over his shoulder, Richard stepped to the edge of the rock outcropping where he and Samantha had been protected from the lethal storm of splintered trees. He used his foot to clear the thick covering of sharp, bloody fragments off the top part of a torso. There wasn’t a lot of it left, but there was enough to see that, like the others, it was clothed in little more than filthy rags.

“These half people are different,” he said to himself.

Samantha regarded the remains with revulsion. “Different? What are you talking about? What do you mean they’re different?”

Having been deep in thought, Richard hadn’t realized that he’d said it out loud. He gestured out across the shattered landscape as he started out.

“Well, look at them all,” he said, pointing here and there along the way toward the undamaged forest some distance off.

Samantha hurried to stay close as she followed behind, glancing at each place he pointed. Along the way, as he walked through the ruin, he paused to point out a headless corpse.

“See? They’re all dressed basically the same, like that one, there. They’re wearing little more than rags. It almost looks like they dug up corpses and stole their clothes.”

“Disgusting,” she muttered.

“The men who attacked me and Kahlan in the wagon were bigger than most of these people here.”

“You mean those men who gave you those terrible bite wounds?”

“That’s right. Those men were strong, well fed, and dressed in simple clothes that you and I would think of as normal. They were half people, intent on eating me to try to get my soul, but they didn’t dress much differently than the men in your village.

“These people here are smaller, thinner, and a lot of them look sickly.” He gestured to a disembodied arm sticking up out of the rubble. It was covered with open sores and scabs. “Most of them look to be diseased, like that. They all appear ill fed. They look like they live like animals.

“Besides the difference in size and apparent health, the men who attacked me talked. They sounded relatively intelligent. They thought through what had likely happened before they came across us and made plans for what they wanted to do.”

“Plans? What do you mean? What kind of plans?”

“They wanted to eat me on the spot to try to get my soul, but they were going to take Kahlan for later, possibly for her trade value.” He flicked a hand around, pointing out a head, a shoulder with an arm still attached, a few headless torsos, all of the torn remains peppered with everything from splinter-sized fragments to long, sharp spears of wood. “Did you ever hear any of these half people speak? Tell us to stop, anything like that?”

“I only heard them growling and howling,” she said as she hugged her arms to herself.

Richard nodded. “So, even though the men who attacked me at the wagon and these here are both half people who want to steal our souls, they’re considerably different.”

Samantha pushed her tangle of black hair back out of her way as she looked around, stepping carefully among all the debris as she followed him.

She frowned as she thought it over. “It seems odd that these half people would be so different.”

“And then there were the bodies I saw,” Richard said as he sat sidesaddle on a fat, splintered fallen tree trunk and then swung his legs over.

It was too big for Samantha, so she went around. “What bodies?” she asked.

“Many of the half people who attacked us before I woke up were killed by the troops with us, and for all I know maybe by some kind of magic Zedd and Nicci managed to conjure. It was dark and I was only just waking up, but then, and later when Ester and the rest of them came to my rescue, I saw a number of bodies from what looked to me to have been a bloody battle. I only got a brief look, but from what I saw all of them looked the same, and they didn’t look at all like any of these half people here, or anything like the men who attacked me. I overheard the men say that they thought they were Shun-tuk.”

“Shun-tuk? What do they look like?” she asked.

“They wore little clothing. Some of them had trousers while others had only cloth wrapped around their waists. None of them had shirts, other than what I thought of as decorative vests covered with beads, charms, and talismans.

“All of them, though, were smeared with what looked like a whitish ash. Their eyes were darkened with dirt, or soot, or something. The rest of their faces were covered with a milky colored substance, probably wood ash. Their heads were shaved. A few of them had tufts sticking up on the tops of their skulls. Those with the tufts of hair had what looked like beads and teeth and bones wrapped around it to make the tufts of hair stand straight up.”

Samantha hugged her spindly arms to herself again. “That sounds frightening.”

Richard nodded. “Warriors of all sorts try to make themselves look intimidating, and these Shun-tuk certainly looked the part.”

“So then, you’re saying that all three of these different kinds of people, these sickly ones here in rags, the men dressed normal who attacked you, and the wild-looking, painted-up Shun-tuk are all half people.”

“Right. All different, but all half people. The thing is, in Naja’s account, when she talked about the danger from the half people, she didn’t mention that they were different. She only said that Emperor Sulachan’s makers down in the Old World had created the half people to be used as weapons. Later, Naja’s people up here in the New World managed to collect them, along with the walking dead, and trap them all behind the barrier.”

Samantha scrambled over a log to follow after him. “So then, what’s your point?”

“My point is something has happened since they were locked behind the barrier and they are no longer the same.”

Samantha looked puzzled. “Does it really make a difference for some reason?”

Richard looked back over his shoulder and arched an eyebrow. “According to Naja some of them had the ability to use occult magic.”

Her alarm showed in her expression. “These didn’t show any evidence of it.”

Richard paused and looked back at her. “That’s what has me so concerned. Maybe these here are just the outliers, the scavengers. We might be talking about half people who have developed since Naja’s time, who are now more dangerous, who are even better at hunting those with souls than the half people were back in the great war, or than these dead ones here.”

As they walked on through the rubble, Samantha’s only answer was a worried look.

After a time, they made it to the edge of the site of the destruction and flattened trees. At the outer edge of the leveled forest a number of big trees leaned against others still standing in the forest beyond. From what Richard knew of wind-fallen trees, such tremendous weight leaning on other trees would cause some of them to eventually fall as well. The destruction in this part of the forest wasn’t yet over. It would continue for some time until the weaker trees finally fell. Eventually, this place would grow back over, but it was going to be a long time before the clearing filled in among the fallen bones of the old-growth trees.

“Careful,” Richard said as he stepped around several smaller trees leaning outward, all resting against a forest giant. “If the branches holding those trees here were to give way, they could fall at any moment. Stay in my tracks and follow me until we’re safely back into the woods again.”

Richard wove his way in among the destruction of damaged but standing trees, trying to avoid the ones that looked like they were in the most danger of falling, but he couldn’t avoid them all, because there were hundreds of partially fallen trees hanging precariously in branches of others. All of them were riddled with splinters, some as small as a finger, and some bigger than his leg. Many of the leaning trees were buckling along splits and would never survive.