mind. That will not be the case here. The Index is a tome; this book is a simple codex. However, when the sky lightens I must return to its pages. We Wrixlan ghosts never express ourselves outside of a manuscript during the day. The risk of exposure is too great.”
Nicodemus thought for a moment. “Before I begin, perhaps you could explain one more thing: you mentioned something called the First Language.”
Tulki wrote several sentences but then scratched his chin and began editing.
Nicodemus tried not to fidget as he waited.
When the response was finished, Tulki held it out while looking Nicodemus in the eye. It read, “The other eugrapher from long ago also asked about this. But I can’t satisfy much of your curiosity. I know the First Language changed our ancestors’ bodies. I know First Language prose keeps our living books alive. But that is all I know. Only by engaging a Bestiary could one learn the First Language. And only high priests were allowed to read a Bestiary in life. We ghosts won’t violate the old ways; none of us will engage our Bestiary.”
Nicodemus thought about this and then asked, “And why call it a Bestiary? Does the book describe animals?”
The ghost shook his head and wrote, “I don’t think so. I think it was aproblem of translation. The Bestiary contains knowledge of the First Language. In fact, the center of any Chthonic colony is a Bestiary. It has to be that way, because a Bestiary helped us change to survive in a new realm.”
“And so these ruins were to be a new colony? That’s how you came here?”
Tulki wrote for a moment and then handed Nicodemus two paragraphs. “Not quite. This place was only a town, destroyed during the first siege. We ghosts were stranded here when Starhaven finally fell. When the legionaries breached the walls, several Chthonic warriors took our Bestiary and dashed southward. They hoped to reach the Iron Wood or the Grysome Mountains and establish a new colony. They brought with them two spectral codices. One was filled with artistic and priestly ghosts, the other with political and scholarly ghosts. I was stored in the latter.
“But the humans caught the escape party at dawn. The ensuing battle destroyed the codex holding the priestly ghosts. The living Chthonics who survived the human attack brought the Bestiary and the remaining spectral codex here to these ruins. After helping the Bestiary to write the protecting subtexts and metaspells, the living ran for the mountains and the Heaven Tree…they never made it.”
Nicodemus paused for a respectful moment before speaking. “And is your First Language related to Language Prime?”
The text gave him a quizzical look.
Nicodemus tried to explain. “Language Prime is the Creator’s language, the language of the first words, the source of all magic.”
The ghost frowned and held out a few sentences. “As I said, I am no priest. But I do remember the Neosolar Empire labeled the First Language as blasphemous. They said we were trying to alter the Creator’s text or some nonsense. They used the idea that we were distorting holy language to justify their bloodlust.”
Nicodemus read this and then said, “I must learn whatever I can about Language Prime. Your First Language might be similar to it. Is the Bestiary nearby?”
The ghost licked his lips before nodding.
“Am I capable of reading it?”
Tulki wrote a response and hesitantly held it out. “Yes…one needs only fluency in Wrixlan to engage the tome…but I fear I cannot let you do so.”
“Your religion forbids it? Is it dangerous?”
The Chthonic shook his head. “There is a little danger, but not much. And the old ways do not prohibit humans from reading it. But, you see, we allowed the last eugrapher to read the Bestiary. After engaging the text, he grew fractious. He soon left and never returned.”
Now it was Nicodemus’s turn to be puzzled. “What did he learn from the book?”
The ghost cast a reply and then looked at his feet. “He would not say.”
Nicodemus suddenly understood. “You fear that whatever upset the previous cacographer will upset me and I won’t replenish your spectral codex.”
“Please don’t be angry. If you do not help us, we will deconstruct.”
“I see your dilemma. How about a trade? I will replenish your codex now and promise to return in the future. In exchange, you will let me engage the Bestiary.”
The ghost peered into Nicodemus’s face and then composed his script. “Yes, that could work. Let us talk more after you refresh our text. But