Albie searched for Rorkes' mind in the jar. His mind reached out to his blood in the jar. The mind of the old timer should be in there. Feeling around with his mind he did find something. What his mind touched was much simpler than the old craftsman's mind. Albie knew that his attempt had ended in failure.
He could sense parts of the old mans mind. Most of what he felt was immature. Similar to Bags or her children. Both where fragmented and failing to harmonize with each other. The mind inside the jar felt like he had decided near the end of making an omelet he wanted scrambled eggs. So, the omelet had been chopped up and an entirely new egg had been scrambled and mixed in with the torn burnt omelet.
The mage sighed. He had proved he could trap a mind in a jar he had just been sloppy. Next time he would just cut of the entire head and get it in the jar as it fell. It seemed to have some memory and might have some use. The mage took a bit of blood stone and called on a nearby corpse. The stone was jammed into the back of its head and the mage connected the mind in the jar to the corpse.
The body fell to the floor and began to crawl on all fours like an infant. It was a new way for the dead to move but it didn't have the grace or speed he had hoped for. Letting the dead shuffle at their normal pace would be more effective.
Albie reached his mind into the jar, "Make it stand."
The mind, confused and scared shivered in the jar half remembering him half scared of his tone of mind.
"Two hundred thirteen!" the mind responded. The controlled corpse tried to stand on two shaking legs but kept losing balance and falling to the ground. A rotting tendon in the dead man's leg snaped and the corpse fell on its face. The dead mans broken leg ceased properly responding leaving the struggling corpse to find balance on one and a half legs. It would get on one knee try to stand and fall over on the injured leg.
"Stop," ordered the mage. The dead man stopped trying to stand and began rolling around a grin on the dead man's putrid lips as the body wiggled at the amused commands of a shattered brain.
"Scab," thought Albie to his eldest son. "Do you think you can use it?"
"I think it has potential despite how… lively it seems," responded the wight. "Perhaps it can learn. It is slightly more alive than dead. If something as truly dead as I can learn it must be able to as well. It might be more useful in this way as it must learn to move, we can give it a new kind of body and let it learn a new way of moving."
"I leave Rorke in your care then," declared the mage. "Next I shall create your new siblings. Prepare the focus and bring the bodies of the new wights. Scab, I expect you to be a good older brother to your new siblings. When they are born, they will be under your care as well."
The corpses were dragged to other places and fresh cocoons were brought to the table. The more complete body of a stone mason dead from some disease was placed on the table by moving corpses as the mind was carefully taken from Albies hands by a dead woman.