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The hunter obeyed. Shamhat bared her breast at the watering hole. Enkidu approached, drawn by a power he did not understand. For six days and seven nights, he lay with her. When he rose, the gazelles fled from him. The wild beasts ran. His body was bound by knowledge; his legs, once swift as a bull, grew heavy. He had gained wisdom and lost his innocence.

This is the story of the king who built those walls: Gilgamesh, the man who saw the deep. He was two-thirds god and one-third man. He knew all things—every secret, every hidden trail. He brought back a tale from before the Flood. He carved his deeds on a lapis lazuli tablet and sealed it in a copper chest.

That night, Enkidu dreamed. He saw the gods in council. Anu spoke: "One of them must die for killing Humbaba and the Bull." Enlil said, "Let Enkidu die, not Gilgamesh." Shamash argued, but the judgment stood. epic of gilgamesh full version

Gilgamesh walked in absolute darkness for twelve leagues. In the twelfth league, light burst forth. He stood in the , where trees bore rubies instead of fruit, lapis lazuli leaves, carnelian branches.

Ishtar screamed in fury. She ran to heaven, to her father Anu. "Father, make the Bull of Heaven! If you do not, I will break the doors of the underworld and let the dead outnumber the living!" The hunter obeyed

They fought like bulls tearing at a cedar. They shattered the doorframe. They tore up the paving stones. Gilgamesh finally pinned Enkidu to the ground. But instead of rage, they both laughed. Enkidu spoke: "Your mother bore you to be supreme. I am no longer your rival. I am your brother."

Enkidu woke in tears. "I am cursed—not for the bull, but because I told you to kill Humbaba." Enkidu sickened. For twelve days he lay on his mat, cursing the harlot Shamhat who had brought him to the city. But Shamash spoke to him: "Why curse Shamhat? She gave you a feast of human bread and the wine of human love. She gave you Gilgamesh, your brother." For six days and seven nights, he lay with her

On the twelfth night, Enkidu died. Gilgamesh watched over him like a lion over its cub, tearing his hair, ripping off his fine robes, throwing dust on his head. For seven days, he refused to bury Enkidu, hoping the worms would not find him. But on the seventh day, the body began to move.

Gilgamesh sat down. Sleep rolled over him like fog.

Gilgamesh woke. "I almost passed your test."

Gilgamesh screamed. He ordered a statue of Enkidu made from precious stone—head of lapis lazuli, body of gold. He gave Enkidu's grave-goods beyond measure: a mace, a bow, a cup, a dagger. And then he did something no king had done before.