Staking the ground. [Alucard's stomach churns. Killing his father's people in a fight under particular circumstances had proven to be one thing. Relying on old wives tales was another entirely.] Long poles into the ground. Pin them in place so that if they rise, they are forced upwards and then can't put their feet on solid earth to move.

[There's no hiding the self disgust in Alucard's words. The only good thing is that he has managed to keep the dead in place now. That makes the lives of others a little easier.]

I want to pack less and less when I come out here. The cistern is the obvious first step towards that.