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MAN OF SHADOWS<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
The man has an air of authority. Dignity, too. Gravity, integrity, and all you\u2019d want to see in the face of a judge. He is a consummate actor.<\/span><\/div>\n
His name (at least, the name he has used for the last couple of millennia) is Labienus. He is a Facilitator General for Dr. Zeus Incorporated, and the Executive Section Head for the Northwestern American Continent. This means he has a great deal of power, more than a cyborg is generally granted. If his mortal masters had any inkling of how much power he actually has, they\u2019d be terrified.<\/span><\/div>\n
But Labienus\u2019s mortal masters are in their offices in the twenty-fourth century, safe in some urban hive. Labienus, at this moment, sits in his Company HQ office in 1863, and it is as far from the urban world as he can manage. The view from his window is trackless wilderness.<\/span><\/div>\n
The local Native Americans have long since learned this is no place to visit for any reason whatsoever, and no prospector will ever manage to straggle this far into the mountains. Were one to do so, however, and were he to climb painfully up the side of a particular towering peak, and were he to look at a particular cliff wall when the light was striking it in a particular way \u2026 he\u2019d be astounded to find himself looking into a paneled and carpeted room, where a smooth-faced man would smile out at him before pressing a button to trigger an avalanche to sweep him away like a mosquito.<\/span><\/div>\n
And the man is smiling now, and humming a sprightly little tune to himself as he scans the file of a low-ranking drone he has just damned. As head of Black Security, it is occasionally his duty to consign his fellow immortals to
\nthe nearest they can come to eternal fires. He doesn\u2019t mind the work. He likes cutting away unnecessary things.<\/span><\/div>\n
He orders a disk generated of the material he\u2019s just scanned, and a moment later it pops obediently out of a slot in his desk. He takes it and crosses the room to a seldom-used cabinet, where he unlocks and opens a file drawer. At the very back, beyond the slots headed BUDGET REPORTS 1700\u20131850 and GENETIC SURVEY FOR YUKON REGION, is a small file case he\u2019d labeled in a moment of whimsy. It reads simply DOOMED.<\/span><\/div>\n
Labienus pulls it out and glances through it. There are a few disks in there, and several paper files. He drops the disk inside, but as he does so the foremost of the paper files spills forward, opens.<\/span><\/div>\n
An image stares out at him. It is not a human face, as human is counted in 1863, but it might have passed for human sixty thousand years earlier. Prognathous, big and wide, with immense broad cheekbones, nose like a boulder fallen from the cliff of the sharply receding brow, massive jaw. Hair and beard are neutral, the dun color of winter hills where no snow has fallen, and the hair begins far back and is worn long. The eyes are pale, almost colorless. For all its inhuman quality, the face is intelligent and calm.<\/span><\/div>\n
Labienus finds his smile freezing, and averts his eyes. With a grimace of self-contempt he makes himself look again, stare down the face. It\u2019s only a picture, after all! Still, after a moment he prefers to gaze out the window at the big trees, remembering when he first saw Budu.<\/span><\/div>\n



One day it might be known as Jericho, but at that time it had no name, no walls, no surrounding desert thick with potsherds. It hadn\u2019t much more than a few reed huts and they sat low on the low earth, no raised mound, at the edge of a lake. It was a green place. There was a lot of rain. When there was a cloudless night, the stars were not in patterns you or I would recognize. Uncounted generations yet before it would occur to anyone that marks poked in clay with a cut reed might serve to freeze a moment in time, or make a hero immortal.<\/span><\/div>\n
Life prospered in this low place. There was so much food, of all kinds, that it was easy to have a baby every year and feed them all. What it was not easy to do was to find room for them all, crowding around the fire.<\/span><\/div>\n
The father was a fist, the mother was a vast belly with a pair of sloe-eyed
\nbabies at gourdlike breasts. A boy might be edged away from the fire, especially if he was one of many boys and there was no special reason to value him. A boy might be pushed from the breast, for no reason that he could see except that there were too many children, and if he was too small to be of use yet he might wander off at times unnoticed.<\/span><\/div>\n
So a boy might escape, occasionally, to the high places where there was plenty of room. He might look down on the huts crowding the low place, and his resentment might in time find expression. He might make songs about the ugliness of the cookfire smoke hanging in the clean air, or the stink of crowded bodies, or the unfairness of life. He would do very well on his own, if he was a resourceful and self-reliant little boy, feeding himself from the abundance all around him.<\/span><\/div>\n
He might tell himself stories, too, as he lay in the tall grass watching the clouds cross the sky: how the clouds and the stars were people, and he was their<\/span> child, not the child of the dirty people in their low village. His mother was not that smoke-wrinkled fat creature in the hut; she was a glorious goddess of towering cloud, with high domed breasts yielding pure snowmelt. And his father \u2026 perhaps his father was the darkness between the stars, since that was bigger than the stars themselves. Perhaps the boy was a star himself, accidentally fallen to Earth, and didn\u2019t belong in that muddy village at all. Perhaps one day the other stars would notice he was lost and come find him.<\/span><\/div>\n
There might have come a day when he had been beaten by an older brother, and run crying up to the high place, and sat there alone on the height looking down on the village, hating them all. But the wild places loved him, the big rocks and the cedars and the grasses loved him, and so \u2026 they might have listened to him when he fervently wished that something very bad would happen to the wicked dirty people down there. Perhaps they told him he had the power to bring punishment down from the sky.<\/span><\/div>\n
And perhaps something very bad had happened after all \u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
He might have watched, too astonished to be frightened, as the tattooed strangers crept up on the far escarpment across the valley and peered down at his village, where the tiny people went to and fro like ants. And maybe like ants the strangers had come swarming down, screaming, and speared his people and set fire to their huts.<\/span><\/div>\n
Then the boy might have felt terror, watching the flames, then he might have trembled where he crouched in the long grass like a rabbit. But there
\nmight have risen also a sense of wonder in his heart, an awe that was nearly joy. He<\/span> had made this happen!<\/span><\/div>\n
Being very little, he might not have understood what occurred next. Gods might have come, tremendous beings with animal bodies and the upper torsos of giants, galloping down into the low place, swinging flint axes. And if the gods made death and death and more death, so that the strangers who had invaded his village were slaughtered in their turn, the boy assumed they too had come down from the sky at his call.<\/span><\/div>\n
Eventually there would have been only a few ants crawling feebly here and there, and smoke rising and big birds beginning to circle, and perhaps then the boy would have been bewildered to see the centaurs break apart and become giants walking on two legs, leading great bridling stamping beasts. Perhaps he held his breath as the biggest of the giants turned his flat head slowly and stared up at the hills, and seemed to see the boy in his hiding place.<\/span><\/div>\n
Perhaps then the giant had walked up the long slope, never taking his pale eyes from the boy, unhurried, swinging his flint axe in one bloody hand as he came. But the boy would not have been afraid; and when Budu towered over him at last, and held out his red hand, the boy would have taken it eagerly.<\/span><\/div>\n
He would have ridden in the crook of the Enforcer\u2019s arm after that, far above the smoke and the pitiful ant-bodies and the crying survivors, and how happy he would have been! And if he was loaded into a magical hut later, that shone like the sun and the moon and rose into the air toward the stars, if it took him to join his true brothers and sisters, it would have been no more than the boy expected.<\/span><\/div>\n
Perhaps all this was nothing more than a story the boy made up, or an imperfectly remembered dream.<\/span><\/div>\n
But from that day afterward, he was the child of the gods, and claimed his birthright.<\/span><\/div>\n




\nIt was good to be the son of a god, though he was perfectly aware he was exploiting the mortal monkeys\u2019 ridiculous superstitions. It was better still to be a new life form with all mortal weakness burned away, a cyborg,<\/span> brilliant and immortal, heir to the technology of the future! And to be a Facilitator was best of all.<\/span><\/div>\n
The Company sent mere Preservers scurrying through the mortal world after
\nplants, after animals, after mortals\u2019 genetic material, even after their clumsy clay pots. Preservers were like mice gleaning grain from an endless harvest, drones programmed with obsession for their own petty little disciplines.<\/span><\/div>\n
Enforcers, the pale-eyed giants who rescued him, had no job but to patrol endlessly and descend like avenging demons upon mortals who made war on one another, so that the peaceful tribes would prevail and civilization would dawn at last. The Enforcers were too short-sighted to see that the very civilization they fought for would render them obsolete, too rigidly focused on their conception of righteousness to pay attention to any other work.<\/span><\/div>\n
But a Facilitator manipulated mortal destinies to the Company\u2019s advantage. A Facilitator shaped the raw stuff of history! Facilitators were able to adapt, to improvise, to see all sides of a question and understand every one, and that was power. Labienus set aside the name he had been given in the Company school and took the name Atrahasis.<\/span> It meant \u201cGreat Wise One.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Being the Great Wise One had kept him amused for a while, even as he began to suspect that the mortal masters who had reached back through the past to create him were no better than their pathetic ancestors upon whom he looked down. Impossible to resist dropping the odd technological artifact here and there, knowing how doggedly future archaeologists would label spark plugs or Phillips head screws as \u201critual objects of unknown purpose.\u201d Atrahasis had even touched up a few cave paintings, daubing flying saucers amid the bison and wooly mammoths.<\/span><\/div>\n
This was the gloriously fluid time before history began, when there were nearly infinite possibilities. Nothing yet recorded, except in the pattern of stones tossed to a cultivated field\u2019s edge, in the layers of ash and scrapers left in a cave, in the crumbling brick foundations of unnamed settlements. This was the perfect time\u2014if one was an immortal creature, immeasurably wiser than one\u2019s flawed mortal creators\u2014to lay one\u2019s own foundations for power among the mortal masses.<\/span><\/div>\n
Not that he ever desired to rule them.<\/span><\/div>\n



There was water, and mud, and there were reeds.<\/span><\/div>\n
That was all. No cities, no arts, no industry. In short, no civilization.<\/span><\/div>\n
The mortals hadn\u2019t cared; they\u2019d been happy enough, living in little clutches of reed huts that were too amorphous even for villages. They\u2019d been
\nwell nourished, too, hunting for ducks, fishing, gathering roots and wild grains.<\/span><\/div>\n
Young Atrahasis hadn\u2019t cared, either. It was all one to him if the monkeys never came down out of the trees, let alone built themselves nations. He much preferred the social life at Old World One, in the company of his fellow junior executive immortals.<\/span><\/div>\n
And, while it was true that there were only so many times one could attend a fancy-dress ball in the costume of a god before it just wasn\u2019t amusing anymore, there was still the sex, and the unending delicious gossip. There was the ongoing challenge of how to falsify his monthly reports to his superiors, so that his utter lack of productivity was disguised.<\/span><\/div>\n
Best of all were the times he got out on his own in his personal aircraft, soaring above the marshy world. It was fun, swooping over the reed huts and watching the little mortals scream and point at him. And when he flew by moonlight, over the wide land and the glittering water, under the white stars: oh, then he truly felt like the son of heaven.<\/span><\/div>\n
But the day had come when he had been called into the office of Executive Facilitator Nergal, and kept sweating in the antechamber a full two hours before being called in at last and told, with exquisite understatement, that Dr. Zeus had a special place for slackers and liars, not a very nice place really, and would young Atrahasis care to do a bit of work for a change? Such as, perhaps, organizing the mortals in his assigned region into a useful, civilized society?<\/span><\/div>\n
He didn\u2019t have to be told twice.<\/span><\/div>\n
Shaking with anger and fear, he had flown out above the land between the two rivers. The first mortals to encounter him did not fare well, especially after they shot arrows into his glider.<\/span><\/div>\n
But mortals certainly came to fear him, in time, and so they obeyed him. He bid them call him Enlil.<\/span><\/div>\n



There was water and mud, which must be separated, even as the Lord gathered the waters under heaven together unto one place and let the dry land appear. Atrahasis ordered the mud raised into arable fields, the water drained away into canals. The weary little mortals leaned on their shovels and looked
\naround at this flat, arid-seeming place, where the old easy life would no longer be possible.<\/span><\/div>\n
They asked the cruel young god whether they might not rest now; and in response he gave them oxen and plows, and barley to sow. Atrahasis made them farmers. By day they toiled for him in the fields; by night they filed back in long rows to the long reed houses where he stabled them, and slept guarded by his security technicals. Any who tried to escape were punished spectacularly.<\/span><\/div>\n
But after a few generations they had come to accept this, for Atrahasis explained their cosmos to the mortals. The gods, it seemed, had grown tired of drudge work, and so they had created mortal mankind to do it for them. Mortals had no other purpose in life but this labor. Mortals who worked diligently at draining the marshes, or planting the fields, would be rewarded in this life by being granted a little dry land and a house, and perhaps a day of leisure once a week.<\/span><\/div>\n
The afterlife, unfortunately, was a dark and horrible place of twittering ghosts, so suicide had better not be thought of. But if a mortal worked hard all his life, and begot many children who worked just as hard as he did\u2014why, it was just possible that mortal might be granted a slightly less gloomy corner of the underworld for his own, and might even sup of the crusts and dregs from the gods\u2019 own table.<\/span><\/div>\n
And they believed him! The darker and more unpleasant Atrahasis made their world, the more desperately the little mortals clung to what he told them, the more obedient they became. It helped, of course, that he could back up his words with all manner of stage effects to awe them.<\/span><\/div>\n
It helped also that he could kill them with impunity; for he had discovered that as long as he could meet an annual production quota of barley for the Company\u2019s mills, and present statistics showing an overall increasing birth rate among his mortal charges, Dr. Zeus was fairly disinterested in the occasional sacrifice.<\/span><\/div>\n
And when the rivers rose one season and drowned three-fourths of his mortals, Atrahasis waited out the catastrophe on high ground, watching with a peculiar thrill as bloated corpses were swept past his feet.<\/span><\/div>\n
He told the survivors it had been their own fault, for not loving him enough.<\/span><\/div>\n



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His security techs wearied of playing overseers after a century or so. Atrahasis therefore had them sort through the mortal population for those who were most servile; these he raised up, and gave them titles, and a little power over their fellow mortals. He noted, with amusement, that they were far more zealous in their oppressive duties than his techs had been.<\/span><\/div>\n
Some two or three showed greater than average intelligence; these he made bureaucrats, and set them to tallying the crops that went into the Company warehouses as offerings to the gods. When he got around to bestowing on them the divine gift of making counting-marks with reeds on clay tablets, he was more than a little annoyed to learn that they\u2019d already figured it out for themselves.<\/span><\/div>\n
By now Atrahasis had redeemed himself in the eyes of Executive Facilitator Nergal. No slacker he! His city was a perfect geometry of green and golden squares, yielding abundant barley, yielding melons and pomegranates, chickpeas and dates, grapes and cucumbers, and fine flocks of sheep and goats. His mortals bred in such numbers that it was hardly worthwhile to pursue those who escaped. Besides, the escapees invariably settled down and started little farms of their own, so indoctrinated they were.<\/span><\/div>\n
His own personal ziggurat of sun-fired brick arose, like an incongruous mountain, the house of the great god Enlil. He told the mortals that it must stand high above the smoke and stench of the city. The overseers sang the praises of the gods, and cracked their whips with gusto as the patient laborers raised terrace upon terrace.<\/span><\/div>\n
There remained only to design a palace to sit atop it, and have his tech staff install all that was necessary to make life gracious. So Atrahasis moved out of his field shelter at last, into his grand house with its penthouse view, advanced sanitation, and doors of imported cedarwood.<\/span><\/div>\n
And Atrahasis saw that this was good.<\/span><\/div>\n
Then he celebrated by throwing a party for himself, and invited all those members of his commencement class who were still on speaking terms with him. They came and drank his excellent barley beer, and dined on his roast kid and hot bread, his melons and pomegranates, his chickpeas and dates. They praised him, lounged with him on his fine furniture, looked down with him on the Euphrates and the shining canals. By night they sang with
\nhim under the eternal stars. And he was pleased that he had impressed them all.<\/span><\/div>\n
But the stale gossip of Old World One seemed a bit tedious now, and none of his former classmates were quite as sparklingly witty as he remembered them. After the second day, he found himself wishing they\u2019d leave.<\/span><\/div>\n



Atrahasis became bored.<\/span><\/div>\n
His city was practically running itself nowadays. Ships plied the two rivers and brought trade goods for him. Uncomplaining mortals loaded his granaries with wheat and barley, to be shipped to distant Company warehouses in Eurobase One and Terra Australis. The mortals had craftsmen now, gold workers and scribes, carpenters and potters, weavers, charioteers. Atrahasis received commendations from his superiors. A job well done! Preserver drones were sent in to work among the mortals, collecting their works of art, noting down the stories of their heroes. Atrahasis, who found Preservers the dullest people in the world, did not invite them to stay with him.<\/span><\/div>\n
Instead, he dined alone behind a curtain in his high temple, and issued memos to his staff, who conveyed his will to the mortals far below. He ordered new gliders from the Company field catalogs, and soared alone over night fields. He kept up a desultory correspondence with some few of his old classmates.<\/span><\/div>\n
He toyed with the idea of wiping the whole project out and starting over again, but he couldn\u2019t think of a way to make the rivers rise sufficiently. There was always fire and brimstone \u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
Though of course the Company would notice something like that.<\/span><\/div>\n
So Atrahasis continued to go through the motions, ordering the construction of libraries, gardens, and canals. When word came of some manner of political disturbance far off to the south, he daydreamed wistfully a little while about watching armies advance, looking down from his high place on bloody slaughter. Then, regretfully, he gave orders for the building of a defensive wall.<\/span><\/div>\n



It was a splendid wall. So wide across its top, two chariots could race abreast; so high, no slung stones could reach those chariots. And well made, too; no
\ntrash or rubble infilling its center, but only solid fired brick. The inner walls were faced with glazed tile depicting the glory of the Great God Enlil. The mortals were proud of it.<\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis was pleased, himself; it had earned him a commendation from the new Executive Facilitator Shamash, who had replaced Nergal, who had been transferred to another region. Not one dark and unpleasant enough to suit Atrahasis, but that couldn\u2019t be helped.<\/span><\/div>\n
He was gazing out upon his wall, musing on the possibility of regime change, when he first spotted the far-off cloud of dust.<\/span><\/div>\n
When his charioteers came racing back with their reports, when his overseers sounded the alarm, when it finally sank in on Atrahasis that an army was<\/span> actually advancing on his sacred city\u2014his first reaction was incredulous outrage.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cHe calls himself who?<\/span>\u201d he demanded. Below him, in the audience pit, his high priest trembled.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cEnna-aru, o great god,\u201d he said, addressing Atrahasis\u2019s shadow on the opposite wall, that being the only part of his lord he was permitted to see. \u201cAnd he calls himself a \u2026\u201d He strained to remember the unfamiliar word. \u201cA king. And he says he has come to cast down the oppressor of the people. What are we to do, o great god?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cGather in the people behind the wall, and shut the gates,\u201d said Atrahasis, stalking back and forth in front of his fire. \u201cLet the young men gather stones for their slings, and mount my high wall. Come back when you have seen to these things.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cImmediately, o great god,\u201d said his high priest, and ran like a rat down the dark tunnel through the temple.<\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis went at once to his credenza.<\/span><\/div>\n
He paused before it, struggling to get a grip on his emotions. Why send a message? He was pretty certain the Company wouldn\u2019t dispatch any Enforcers to come barreling in and slaughter the invaders for him. Their patrols had been few and far between in the recent centuries \u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
Should he ask for advice? More security techs? But that would make him seem weak.<\/span><\/div>\n
At last he transmitted: LOCAL PETTY TYRANT HAMMERING AT MY GATES. FOOTAGE OUGHT TO MAKE EXCITING VIEWING AT THE NEXT SOLSTICE BALL. SHADES OF D. W. GRIFFITH!<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cSir?\u201d Security Technical Vidya saluted. \u201cOrders, sir?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis composed his features into a suitable mask of superior amusement and turned. \u201cOh, we needn\u2019t mobilize your boys for a few hours yet. Let the monkeys slug it out in front of the walls! Just stand ready to defend this place, if any of them break through. If he\u2019s a super-duperpower and takes the whole ant heap, we\u2019ll evacuate by air.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cAnd the mortals, sir?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis shrugged elaborately. \u201cThe herds need to be thinned now and again. Who am I to stand in the way of progress? Just make certain our air transport is fueled up. I could do with a change of scene after all these centuries, couldn\u2019t you?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n



He took his evening meal of roast lamb, lentils, and wine in his high garden that night, looking out across the plain. Atrahasis felt rather proud of himself that he did not quail at the sight of all those campfires, stretching away through the black night, under a heavy and thunderous sky. After all, a gleaming sky chariot waited patiently in its hangar, down on the fifth terrace, in case he should need to be airlifted out.<\/span><\/div>\n
All the same, he did not think he\u2019d give the order to evacuate until the fighting reached the temple complex. He could imagine it breaking around his ziggurat like a red tide. The screams, the smoke, the pitiful crying, the foolish little figures dragging themselves like ants \u2026 the curious chop<\/span> a flint axe made, breaking a skull \u2026 it was with a pang of disappointment that he realized they were in the Bronze Age now, and he might never hear the music of a flint edge again.<\/span><\/div>\n



He breakfasted in the garden, too, on goat cheese, figs, and fresh bread, frowning at the hundred columns of smoke that rose against the rising sun. Only cook-fires? When were they going to charge?<\/span><\/div>\n
The sun was so high he had ordered a parasol erected over his chair by the time something finally happened. Fanning himself irritably, he peered out at his wall. There, the mortals were running to and fro at last, pointing, readying their caches of slingstones. Action!<\/span><\/div>\n
But \u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
Nothing happened.<\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis waited half an hour, his impatience mounting. What the hell was going on? The mortals were leaning down, apparently paying intense attention to some drama playing out before the city gates.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cGet on with it!\u201d he muttered under his breath, and had a sip of wine. Then he choked, spraying wine across his linen; for the ponderous gates of his city were opening, and a cheer rose along his magnificent wall.<\/span><\/div>\n



He was pacing like a lion in his audience chamber when the high priest entered the pit, sobbing for breath.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cO great god\u2014\u201d he began, looking up at Atrahasis\u2019s shadow.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWhat has happened?\u201d Atrahasis demanded, looking down on the back of his head.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cGreat god, you are betrayed\u2014may they sleep with scorpions, may vultures gouge out their living eyes\u2014oh, the wickedness\u2014o great god, have mercy on your poor servant who\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cOn pain of death,\u201d said Atrahasis, with wonderful calm, \u201cinstantly tell me what has happened.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cO great god, your people are seduced,\u201d said the high priest miserably. \u201cEnna-aru the king spoke before your gate. His voice was like music, great god; his voice was like a lover persuading his beloved to lie back.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cHe did not threaten force, nor did he rage. Enna-aru the king spoke words like lilies, words like honey in the comb. His words went softly into the ears of your people.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cAnd Enna-aru the king is fair to look upon, like a bridegroom coming to his bride, o great god; and your people are faithless.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWhat exactly did Enna-aru the king say?\u201d asked Atrahasis. He was cold with shock, but he could feel a really remarkable rage gathering itself together.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cO great god, he persuaded your people that he comes in peace, to free them from bondage,\u201d said the high priest. \u201cHe told them the gods are cruel and false. Please don\u2019t punish me.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cEnna-aru the king told them he comes as a father to care for them, not as a master to trample upon their heads. Please don\u2019t punish me.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cHe told them he will cast you down and open your storehouses to the people, that each may help himself thereunto. Please don\u2019t punish me.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cHe did, did he?\u201d Atrahasis stared down at the high priest\u2019s head. The man had a bald spot, which he had never noticed before. It made a tempting target. Oh, for a good old-fashioned flint axe \u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cGo forth,\u201d he said. \u201cGo to Enna-aru the king, who comes in triumph through my city. Tell him great Enlil will speak with him.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n



Atrahasis changed his garment, put on his finest ornaments, and stationed security techs in strategic places as he waited for his visitor. He could follow the mortal\u2019s progress through the streets by the cheering, by the baying of bronze trumpets. He ground his teeth. Punishment, such punishment he was going to mete out on the fickle monkeys \u2026 it would make the great flood pale in comparison, and the Company be damned. Fire and brimstone? Yes<\/span>, what about a rain of flaming death? That<\/span> would give the little bastards a story to hand on to their descendants \u2026 those who survived to have any.<\/span><\/div>\n
He was waiting by his altar fire when he heard the voices come echoing up the tunnel. The high priest\u2019s was querulous, panicky.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cStop! You must remove your sandals! No man may enter the presence of Almighty Enlil shod!\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cEnlil must learn to bear with this, and more.\u201d The voice that replied sounded \u2026 untroubled. Amused. Atrahasis scowled. He stepped before the fire, throwing his biggest, blackest shadow on the wall.<\/span><\/div>\n
Two men emerged from the tunnel into the pit: his high priest, and a stranger. They were followed by three more men, soldiers armed with spears. The high priest immediately prostrated himself, craning his head back to address Atrahasis\u2019s shadow.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cO great god, Enna-aru the king has\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s not over there, priest,\u201d said Enna-aru the king, for it was he. He turned and stared up at Atrahasis, looking straight at him.<\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis blinked. He had never seen such a mortal.<\/span><\/div>\n
Enna-aru had a face like his own\u2014shrewd, cold, strong, handsome. He was well muscled, unlike the little doughballs over whom Atrahasis ruled. He wore fine garments, not the armor of war, but there was something martial in his bearing.<\/span><\/div>\n
The high priest turned involuntarily, glimpsed Atrahasis and then threw himself down, wailing in terror. Enna-aru considered the wall of the pit. He
\nbacked up a few paces, took a running leap, and vaulted to the edge, where he caught hold and pulled himself up. Not even breathing hard, he rose to his feet and looked Atrahasis in the eye. The two men were the same height.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYou see?\u201d said Enna-aru, and his voice, his voice was \u2026 powerful, somehow. \u201cThis is a false god. He is only a man, like me.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n



Permission to fire<\/span>, sir?<\/span> transmitted Security Technical Vidya. Atrahasis blinked again, the dreamlike moment shattered, and his brain engaged once more.<\/span><\/div>\n
No! I will handle this. Stand by.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI have chosen to appear<\/span> as a man like you,\u201d he told Enna-aru, with his most intimidating smile. \u201cRash mortal, why have you looked upon me? Do you not know that you will surely die?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNo, actually, I don\u2019t know that,\u201d said Enna-aru, with a beautiful sneer. \u201cThough it\u2019s probable you have assassins concealed in here, waiting to get a shot off at me. You hidden ones, consider my archers in the pit below! If I am murdered, the great god Enlil will be stuck full of arrows. Therefore do not do this thing; for I have come to speak with the great god.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis took a deep breath. Had his heart just skipped a beat?<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cIt pleases me to speak with you, mortal king,\u201d he said. \u201cAnd so I will not annihilate you until after we have spoken. Come, we will drink wine in my garden.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n



He had his finest vintage brought, in his wine service of gold chased with silver. The mortal man regarded them critically; looked at the couch carved of cedarwood, with its purple cushions trimmed in scarlet. And Enna-aru the king said:<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cThis is all as I expected it would be. You sit up here gorging yourself on the best of everything, don\u2019t you? And down there in your city, they gnaw the crusts you throw them.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cThey only eat at all because I created the fields, and taught them how to grow barley,\u201d said Atrahasis. He realized he sounded defensive, and made an effort to calm himself.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cOh, please,\u201d said Enna-aru the king. \u201cI know better. Shall I tell you how I know?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cIf you like,\u201d Atrahasis replied. Enna-aru leaned forward, took one of his cups, and poured wine.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cMy land is eight days\u2019 journey north of this place. It sits fair on the river, wide black fields, well watered; beyond are highlands good for grazing sheep. Long ago an escaped slave came there, with his wife and child.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cThis slave had formerly lived in a city ruled over by a cruel and capricious god. The people there obeyed their lord in all things\u2014they were afraid to do otherwise\u2014but when a flood came and drowned them in their hundreds, that god stood by and smiled, and would not lift a finger to help them.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cThe slave was one of those who survived the flood. He saw the god walking through the desolation, smiling at the bloated corpses of the dead, and saw that the god had mud on his sandals and on his robe where it trailed on the earth. He knew, then, that the god was only a man, only an evil man.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cTherefore he took his wife and child, and they fled by night. When they came to the good land, they settled, and the man made himself lord and master of wide acres. He had many children. In time, other slaves escaped and came to work for him. He was a good master to them. He fed them, he gave them land, but he never bid them worship him.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cAnd he passed down through his sons, and his sons\u2019 sons, and all their children through the generations, the wisdom he had learned, which was: those who demand worship are frauds.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
And Enna-aru the king raised his eyes that were so like Atrahasis\u2019s own, and winked. Atrahasis opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Composedly the king went on:<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cThat slave was my ancestor, O great god Enlil. The god he fled from was, I strongly suspect, your ancestor. And all my life, and all the lives of my forefathers, have been spent in preparation for this day, when I would walk into your city and tell your people the truth about you. Now it is done. Let us drink to the future.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
He lifted his cup and drank.<\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis sat staring at him, wondering why his rage had died utterly into white ash. He felt like laughing.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re wrong about one thing, you know,\u201d he said. \u201cThat wasn\u2019t my ancestor walking in the mud. That was me. I really am an immortal.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Enna-aru the king yawned. He reached across to Atrahasis and pulled a golden coin from his ear, and held it up.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI can do magic, too, you see? One of my court magicians showed me that trick. I suspect you have many more.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
The laughter came\u2014Atrahasis couldn\u2019t stop it, didn\u2019t want to. He looked at Enna-aru and raised his own cup in salute.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cGreat king, you are a man after my own heart. Dear, dear, what shall I do now that I am deposed?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cLive off your own sweat for a change,\u201d said Enna-aru the king.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cAnd if I oppose you?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI have an army in your city,\u201d the king pointed out. \u201cYour people loathe you so much they were dancing as we came in. I don\u2019t think you want me to ask them what I ought to do with you. Your priests have seen you insulted; they depend on you for their livelihoods, so they might stand by you, but they know the truth about you now. You don\u2019t stand much of a chance, I\u2019m afraid.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis was delighted. \u201cWhat\u2019s a poor little false god to do, then?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cBecome a man,\u201d said Enna-aru. \u201cYou know how to run this city, you understand its infrastructure. Rule it as my viceroy! It needn\u2019t be an embarrassment for you, either; almost no one alive has ever seen you, so they won\u2019t know you\u2019re their former god. I can tell them you\u2019re my brother. But if you abuse your power again, I will have you killed.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cOooh.\u201d Atrahasis pretended to shiver. \u201cHow kind of you to spare my dignity. And what do you want in return?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cThe good of the people,\u201d said Enna-aru gravely. \u201cYou must love them. Treat them as your children, not as beasts of burden.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cChildren, eh?\u201d Atrahasis said. \u201cBut children are a dangerous proposition for a god, you know. Shall I tell you how the world was made?<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cTiamat the Mother and Apsu the Father begot between them elder gods, who proceeded to spawn generations of godlets. And what did these little monsters do, but rebel against their ancient parents? And, when the old couple determined to destroy their vicious brood, what did the ungrateful children do but fight back?<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cThe Father was killed; the Mother was killed, and a bright young thing named Marduk split her body into a dozen pieces and used it to create the rotting, stinking world in which we walk. There is no love in Heaven, my
\nmortal friend. Why then should it be any different on Earth? And therefore why should I hold my subjects as sons?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cBecause those stories are lies,\u201d said Enna-aru the king.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cAre they? Are there then no gods?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cPossibly,\u201d said Enna-aru. \u201cPossibly there are<\/span> shining beings of infinite power and wisdom. But you are only a petty tyrant, and will soon be a dead one if you do not agree to my demands.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWhich makes you no less a petty tyrant, doesn\u2019t it?\u201d said Atrahasis.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cPerhaps,\u201d said Enna-aru the king. \u201cBut I never claimed to be otherwise. And my people love me, o false god, because I am a good father to them. Soon, your people will love me, too. I am their servant, you see, rather than the other way around; it is my business to see that they have what they need to live. When they are threatened, it is my duty to protect them. And so must you.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI hear and obey, great king,\u201d said Atrahasis, and made a mock bow. \u201cHow much of this pious claptrap do you actually believe, by the way?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNone,\u201d said Enna-aru the king. \u201cBut I intend to make it true.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n



The army was quartered in Atrahasis\u2019s city, and they did not plunder, and hardly raped at all. Enna-aru the king quartered himself in Atrahasis\u2019s own temple, with his men-at-arms standing guard. Atrahasis gave him the guest bedroom and showed him where the clean towels were. Security Technical Vidya and his team stood down, and stood down, and wondered thereat.<\/span><\/div>\n
Sir, how are we going to resolve the situation?<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Leave that to me!<\/span> Atrahasis waved away the transmission as though it were a gnat whining in his ear. He sipped his kefir and watched, fondly, as Enna-aru the king methodically peeled figs. The mortal even ate with elegance. What an uncanny resemblance to himself! I\u2019m merely toying with him.<\/span> He<\/span> amuses me. When I grow bored with him, he\u2019ll die<\/span>.<\/span><\/div>\n
If you say so, sir<\/span>.<\/span><\/div>\n
And it occurred to Atrahasis to wonder what his double looked like with a bloody spear in his hands; and he was disconcerted to note how much the image excited him. He cleared his throat.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cIt occurs to me,\u201d Atrahasis told the king, \u201cthat it would be best for my people if this power shift takes place quickly. You said something last night
\nabout presenting me as your brother. I think the people would believe that; there is a certain resemblance between us, have you noticed?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI had, yes,\u201d said Enna-aru. \u201cUseful, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cOf course, I\u2019ll probably have to have my priests executed,\u201d said Atrahasis lightly. Enna-aru the king set down his cup, and gave him a long hard stare.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cProbably necessary,\u201d he conceded at last. \u201cThey have grown fat off the fear of the people. And they are the most likely to plot against us. But you will kill them swiftly; no torture. They have only done your will, after all.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cThen it is done,\u201d said Atrahasis, and transmitted an order to Security Technical Vidya. \u201cAnd so we are brothers! Let us send forth messengers to proclaim it in the streets; and then, later, let us appear and make a show of brotherhood. Shall we go hunting together? I have a private preserve outside the city. The wild bull and the gazelle roam there untroubled; and I have two swift chariots and the finest charioteers.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI wouldn\u2019t have thought you were a hunting man,\u201d said Enna-aru the king. \u201cThough you seem to enjoy killing.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI kill only to cull my herds,\u201d said Atrahasis swiftly. \u201cYou will see how green the park is, how fine and strong the beasts are. I have preserved them from indiscriminate slaughter by common men. Is this not also the work of a lord?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n



So when Security Technical Vidya and his subordinates had washed the blood from their hands, they hitched swift horses to a pair of chariots, and sent them out with drivers to await the pleasure of the king.<\/span><\/div>\n
And first went soldiers bearing the heads of the executed priests, that the people might see them and rejoice, which they did. And next went messengers crying aloud the news that Enna-aru the king had appointed his brother to be lord over them, and the people rejoiced about that, too. Finally Enna-aru the king and his new brother were driven forth in their chariots, in lordly progress through the streets. Atrahasis marveled at the grace and strength of the king, poised swaying in the jolting chariot. And Atrahasis caused Security Technicals to toss trinkets of gold, and the ornaments of the priests, to the cheering multitudes.<\/span><\/div>\n



<\/span><\/div>\n
The Preserve of Enlil lay two miles from the city, fenced with high palings and wire specially hooked up to deliver a blast of Enlil\u2019s wrath to would-be poachers. Was there a faint whiff of charred flesh on the air, as the chariots bore Atrahasis with Enna-aru the king to that place? But no corpses in view, at least.<\/span><\/div>\n
Security Technical Rulon opened the gate, bowing low, and admitted them. They rode in and Atrahasis watched for the king\u2019s reaction.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cIs this not fair, o king?\u201d he demanded. \u201cLook! A green paradise. You will see no scars here from plow or mattock, no ditches to stink, no trees hacked for firewood. No mortal intrusion at all. And see the wild cattle, there at the watering place? The water they drink is pure, untainted by anything men might do. They have never been hunted. Have I not done well, to set this place apart?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cIt is a beautiful park,\u201d agreed Enna-aru.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI have not been such a bad lord, you know,\u201d said Atrahasis. \u201cI have kept my distance from my subjects, but you will never hear that I was unfair. I never favored any man over another, even when they tried to buy my favor with offerings of gold. I never debauched their wives or daughters, either\u2014\u201d He saw Security Technical Rulon turn a shocked face to him, and caught the fleeting transmission: What are you trying to prove to this monkey?<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis flushed with humiliation that became rage. What the hell do you know about strategy, you oaf? Mind your own business!<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
He drew a spear from its case and struck his charioteer on the shoulder. \u201cDrive! Let us hunt the wild bulls!\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
So they rode forth into his acreage. Atrahasis seized the reins from his charioteer and drove with reckless speed, splashing through the streams, scattering the herds where they drank. He wheeled among the frightened and disoriented cattle, singling out the biggest bull at last. Enna-aru the king followed warily. The bull galloped off some distance, and they pursued; but when he turned at bay, pawing the ground, then Atrahasis vaulted out on the chariot-tongue. There he clung a moment, before leaping to balance upright on the back of the left-hand horse in his team. From that high vantage he sent his black spear down, with such force it pierced straight through the bull\u2019s broad neck and into its immense heart.<\/span><\/div>\n
It dropped without a moan. Atrahasis sprang down beside it, wrenching out his spear. The blood ran and smoked on the earth. It pleased him nearly as much as though it were mortal blood. Why haven\u2019t I done this before?<\/span> He
\nlooked up, eager to see if Enna-aru had been watching. The king, indeed, watched with narrowed eyes.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYou have excellent skill in the hunt,\u201d was all he said.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cButcher my bull, and build a fire,\u201d said Atrahasis to his charioteer, with some asperity. \u201cMy brother king and I would feast.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n



They killed twice more that day. Atrahasis took down another bull, this time leaping from the chariot onto the bull\u2019s very back, felling it with a stroke that drove through and penetrated its lungs. Enna-aru the king cornered his own bull, circling and turning in the chariot, until the baffled animal charged and got a spear through the eye into its brain. Atrahasis thought that he might have been watching himself in a mirror, so shapely was Enna-aru, so powerful.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cIs this not fine sport, my brother?\u201d he asked as they washed in the stream.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYou have succeeded in impressing me,\u201d said the king. \u201cVery male, all this, isn\u2019t it? I daresay not one of the laborers who till your fields would be brave enough to leap on a bull\u2019s back. Nor light-footed enough, after a lifetime of following the plow. Still, I have seen acrobats do as much.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis was silent a moment.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cHow wise you are, mortal man,\u201d he said at last.<\/span><\/div>\n



He watched the king as they rode slowly back through the city, followed by surly Security Technicals bearing massive sides of beef. At one point Enna-aru bid the chariots halt in the street, and got down and called for an axe; with it he cut the beef into pieces, and handed them out to the crowd. They blessed him and cried that he was their lord, they called on him to live a thousand years, they prostrated themselves and kissed his feet.<\/span><\/div>\n
And though Enna-aru smiled broadly, and was genial as a favorite uncle before them all, Atrahasis noted that his eyes remained a little distant.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cSuch generosity, o king!\u201d he said slyly, when they had ridden on. \u201cTruly my people love you.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cThat was showmanship,\u201d said Enna-aru. \u201cAnd they don\u2019t love me; they don\u2019t know me. But they love a handout now and then, and the promise that things will be a little better. If you had understood that fairly basic fact, I might not have marched into your city uncontested.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cAh! So my fault was simply ruling by the wrong kind<\/span> of showmanship?\u201d said Atrahasis.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d said Enna-aru the king. \u201cYour fault was that you never gave a thought to what your people wanted.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n



They dined once again on the terrace. A cool wind brought the smell of the river, the sound of frogs, the murmuring of rushes in the twilight. A round moon rose slowly out of the purple east, looking as though it had been painted on the horizon.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cSee how she lifts free of the earth?\u201d said Atrahasis. \u201cRed with smoke and dust at first, and then yellow; but the higher she ascends, the purer her light becomes, and she outshines even the stars. You and I have lifted free of the mud ourselves, o king. You shine upon those peasants down there; but who are your own people?<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cThe idiots in the street sang their love for you; but their love meant nothing to you. I saw that. Your eyes are clear, you have no fond illusions, you know the world for the shameful place it is, you know the truth.<\/span> You are a unique mortal.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWhat is it you desire, o king?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Enna-aru looked at him curiously.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cA better world,\u201d he said. \u201cFull of better men.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis looked up at the first stars.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI am going to give you a gift,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/div>\n



Atrahasis carried the frame out himself, set it up in the garden as Enna-aru watched, uncomprehending. He tested the fabric, the pads, the taut straps; and when all was ready he lifted it onto his shoulders and stepped out to the edge of the terrace.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNow,\u201d he said, \u201co king, you will see how close a man may come to being a god.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
He leaned into the night and swept down, down, until he caught the thermal rising over the massed cook-fires of the city. Up he floated then, turning as he soared, circling, and the white moonlight glittered on the distant river and on the irrigation channels, but shone full and steady on his high terrace
\nand the tiny figure of Enna-aru. The king stood motionless, face turned up to him; he did not cower or tremble, as a mortal might have done. In his steady regard Atrahasis flew high, and higher, up where the stars hung like lamps in the blue night; and Atrahasis had never been so happy in his life.<\/span><\/div>\n
At last he drifted down, mothlike, and landed with a light foot beside Enna-aru.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cMagicians and acrobats you have seen, o king; but never the like of this,\u201d he said triumphantly.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNever,\u201d admitted Enna-aru the king. He stepped close and examined the glider, peering intently at its tight-stitched fabric.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cIt will bear two,\u201d said Atrahasis, edging over within the frame. \u201cWill you dare to fly, mortal man?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Without replying, Enna-aru stepped in under the frame. He worked out the harness buckles for himself, and drew them tight; took firm hold of the frame, and stepped toward the edge.<\/span><\/div>\n
He never cried out once, not during the initial plunge, not in the moment when they lifted on the thermal like a blown leaf. Atrahasis looked into his face and saw that it was shining.<\/span><\/div>\n



When he returned to his chamber that night, there was a figure standing just within, obscured by shadows.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYou had better check your credenza,\u201d said Security Technical Vidya.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d said Atrahasis, but he crossed to the cabinet and switched it on.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cThey want to know what the hell is going on,\u201d said Vidya. Atrahasis saw the long green line of transmission and recoiled, but all he said was: \u201cForty messages. Well, that\u2019s certainly some kind of record. Wouldn\u2019t you think they\u2019d have learned to trust me by now?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think it\u2019s a matter of trust,\u201d said Vidya. \u201cI think it\u2019s a matter of Executive Facilitator Shamash having a bright young prot\u00e9g\u00e9 in need of a posting. I think it\u2019s a matter of looking for any excuse to boot you out on your ass. Sir.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cReally,\u201d said Atrahasis.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYes. Really. Sir.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI am obliged to you for the warning, Security Technical,\u201d said Atrahasis, kicking off his sandals. \u201cYou may go.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Vidya did not move. \u201cI have been given certain orders, sir. You have twenty-four hours to bring the situation under control, and then I am to act. Permission to speak freely, sir?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cGranted.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cDo I have to point out the obvious? This mission is in jeopardy. A Company operation yielding millions in annual profits may be lost. The city you built is occupied by a hostile force. We will fail<\/span> here, sir.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI think you\u2019re wrong,\u201d said Atrahasis. \u201cConsider the progress of recorded history. Perhaps it\u2019s my time to step down. The age of priests comes to an end, doesn\u2019t it? And civilization takes the next step upward, to an age of kings. Isn\u2019t that what the Company wanted? Wasn\u2019t that the point of all this? Somebody has to write Gilgamesh<\/span>, after all.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
He lit the lamp. In the blaze of gold that filled the room, he saw the contempt\u2014and, infinitely more galling, the pity\u2014in Vidya\u2019s face.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWhat is wrong with you?\u201d said Vidya, without raising his voice. \u201cYou, of all people, are infatuated with a mortal. You are attempting to win his approval. A stinking little monkey has defied you in front of the other mortals, and you fawn on him and call him brother. What\u2019s next? Will you drink from one cup together? Will you offer to comb the lice from his hair?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n



He mixed the cup himself, in the gray hour before the sun rose. He carried it out to the garden and sat, watching the stars fade. White mist moved a while above the river, was thick over the river fields. The first laborers emerged from their huts and drove the teams of oxen down, into that mist, vanishing from sight as they would vanish in the abyss of time. Living ghosts. Their grandfathers were forgotten; their grandchildren would not remember them. Only this moment existed for them and it was all sweat, all stink, all grinding poverty.<\/span><\/div>\n
And so it has always been. And so it will always be.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Enna-aru the king emerged from the temple, gilded by the rising sun. Atrahasis looked at him and smiled. He lifted the cup.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cDrink with me, brother. To a better world, and better men.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI will,\u201d said Enna-aru, and took the cup and drank. He passed it back to Atrahasis, who paused a moment and then drank down what was left.<\/span><\/div>\n
He set down the cup and felt the biomechanicals swarming from under his
\ntongue, massing in his bloodstream to neutralize what had been in the cup. He flushed, felt the prickle of sweat under his armpits, felt the twinge in his lymph nodes; only psychosomatic reaction. After a moment he breathed more easily. The heat and nausea faded steadily.<\/span><\/div>\n
Enna-aru the king sat tranquil, cutting open a pomegranate with his curved dagger. The red drops fell like blood. He set aside half and broke the other open, revealing the rubies set in yellow membrane.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cPomegranate seeds?\u201d he said, offering it to Atrahasis.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNo, thank you,\u201d Atrahasis replied.<\/span><\/div>\n



By noon the king was feverish. Atrahasis watched the flush grow in his cheeks, watched his eyes take on a certain glassiness as he studied the maps of the city canals and the grain warehouses.<\/span><\/div>\n
By twilight the king was sweating and faint, and the blotches had begun to come up under his skin. Atrahasis led him to the couch of purple cushions, with soothing and solicitous words, and had sherbet fetched for him.<\/span><\/div>\n
By midnight the king was raving, with brief periods of clarity wherein he struggled for understanding. Atrahasis sat beside him, wiping the sweat from his brow. The king\u2019s guard crowded in the corridor, watched from the doorway.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cIf he dies, we will kill you,\u201d said their chief, in an almost conversational tone. The king jerked and shuddered at the sound; Atrahasis rose in fury, but by the time he had turned and approached the mortal, there was nothing in his face but meek sorrow.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cSpeak softly, if you love him,\u201d he whispered. \u201cHe has the fever, but why should he die? Enna-aru is not like other men.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
The mortal looked past him uncertainly, into the golden circle of lamplight where the king lay marked with black sores. \u201cYou have poisoned him,\u201d he said, but without conviction.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cFool. Those are the marks of fever, and you know it,\u201d said Atrahasis. \u201cWhat man commands disease? The gods alone send it, to punish whom they will. But the gods have no power over Enna-aru the king, surely. He will live.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cHe is not like other men,\u201d admitted the chief. \u201cYes, surely he will live.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
He left quietly. Atrahasis returned to the bedside of the king, and sat. Enna-aru opened his eyes, the glaring eyes of a hawk, lucid and suspicious.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cThis is not punishment,\u201d he said thickly. \u201cNothing but fever.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cMerely a touch of fever,\u201d Atrahasis agreed, and put a wet sponge to his cracked lips. \u201cUndoubtedly the result of traveling. The fever will break. What shall we do when you\u2019re well again? Shall we take our wings and ride the night wind, my brother? How cool it will be, up among the white stars.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n



Before dawn the king was lucid for an hour, though he had gone blind; but he summoned his generals and his bodyguards, and turned his face to their voices as though he could see them. He gave orders that there was to be no rioting, no slaughter. There was still command, even in the hoarse ruin his voice had become; they backed out of his presence and went down to maintain good order in the streets.<\/span><\/div>\n
Just as the sun rose, Enna-aru stopped breathing. Atrahasis sat patiently waiting for him to resume, but he never did.<\/span><\/div>\n
He was still sitting, staring at the king, when Security Technical Vidya came in an hour later. Vidya looked at Enna-aru, and smiled.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cGood work, sir. That\u2019ll impress them. Shall we display the body, sir?\u201d Atrahasis said nothing for a long moment.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI wonder if this is what I would look like,\u201d he said at last.<\/span><\/div>\n
Vidya cleared his throat.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWhat are your orders, sir?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis did not look up. \u201cTell the people to pray for the king. Tell his generals to obey him.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cSo \u2026 you don\u2019t want this announced right away,\u201d said Vidya.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNo. And send for his chief bodyguard.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
The mortal came swiftly, and bid his lieutenants wait in the corridor. He stopped, aghast, at the sight of Enna-aru the king.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYou see how it is,\u201d said Atrahasis quietly. \u201cHad he any heirs?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d said the mortal. \u201cHe was only a young man! How could he die?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis said nothing. The mortal lifted his eyes to the window, looked out, at the city with its shops and warehouses, at the green and yellow fields stretching to the river. He looked sidelong at Atrahasis.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYou are thinking this is a rich place,\u201d said Atrahasis. \u201cYou are wondering who will rule here now. And it has just occurred to you that you might be king.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
The mortal blinked, opened his mouth to deny it\u2014then went pale.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cHow did you hear my thoughts?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis smiled. He rose, standing his tallest, and put every cheap trick of theater he knew into his reply.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cDid you think we gods were really so easily defeated, mortal man?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
The mortal backed away a pace, staring. Then he threw himself to the ground, in terrified self-abasement.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cGreat Enlil, forgive us! Do not punish us! We were misled!\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cHow loyal you are to your king,\u201d said Atrahasis bitterly. \u201cHow faithful to his ideals. I could crush your skull now with my foot; I could grind your brain into the tiles. Never have I so ardently desired to do a thing, mortal. But I will tell you how you will preserve your little life.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cSpare me!\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cShut up. You will go forth to the people, and say the king has been wounded by treachery. Not mine; kill one of your underlings, and hold his head up before the multitudes, and tell them thus have you done to the traitor, in the name of Enna-aru the king.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cThen, mortal, you shall be king in this place. And you shall declare that Enna-aru has been taken up among the stars to heal his wound, and dwells now with the gods. You will rule and grow as rich as one man may be, but you will see to it that we gods receive our portion in all things.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cVidya will be your high priest, and he will instruct you in the desires of the gods, and will serve you; but only so long as you obey the will of the gods. Disobey, and our vengeance will be cruel and subtle. You will lament in ashes a thousand years on the floor of the house of the dead.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI hear you,\u201d said the mortal, weeping. \u201cI obey you.\u201d He crawled forward in an attempt to kiss Atrahasis\u2019s feet, and Atrahasis stepped back in horror.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNever touch me, mortal,\u201d he said. \u201cGo now.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
The mortal rose and fled into the corridor. A moment later Atrahasis heard a strangled cry as his will was done, and an innocent was stabbed and beheaded.<\/span><\/div>\n



<\/span><\/div>\n
Evening came, and Atrahasis heard the massed prayer rising from the city below, with the fumes of burnt offerings. He lit incense in his own quarters. Now and then he went to look at Enna-aru the king.<\/span><\/div>\n
The moon rose, and he dined alone on his terrace, though he ordered and set aside a portion for Enna-aru. He heard the clash of arms and the exchange of passwords as the army kept civil order through the night. He carried the untouched plate in and set it by Enna-aru\u2019s bed.<\/span><\/div>\n
Dawn came grayly, and once more the mortals led oxen down through the mists to the fields. Atrahasis, watching, wondered why they were not at home praying for the king. He went in and lit more incense. He ordered a morning meal for two, and set half aside.<\/span><\/div>\n
Another evening, and another, and the city remained calm and well ordered. Goods were bought and sold. Enna-aru\u2019s soldiers settled into their quarters and made friends, romanced girls, found favorite beer shops. On the floor by Enna-aru\u2019s bed, full plates were laid out in a line, in progressive degrees of spoilage.<\/span><\/div>\n
The prayers for the king fell off a very little, in their volume and intensity.<\/span><\/div>\n
On the evening of the sixth day, Atrahasis looked down at the tranquil city, and hated it.<\/span><\/div>\n
He called to him Vidya, and said: \u201cDo you suppose we could get away with bombing the damned place to the ground?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Vidya, after a pause, said: \u201cYou\u2019ve lost it, haven\u2019t you?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cGo fuck yourself,\u201d said Atrahasis.<\/span><\/div>\n
He went into the chamber where Enna-aru lay, blue as lapis lazuli, and quoted:
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\n
\u201cFor whom have I labored, boatman?<\/span>
For whom have I lost the blood of my heart?<\/span>
I have not gained any advantage to myself;<\/span>
Only the serpent has gained the advantage.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n


<\/p>\n

No golden voice to answer now. There was silence.<\/span><\/div>\n
But not stillness; something moved on Enna-aru\u2019s face.<\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis leaned close, and saw the maggot fall from the king\u2019s arched nostril.<\/span><\/div>\n
He stiffened, overwhelmed with revulsion. Then he turned on his heel and left the room.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cHave that carcass dragged out and burned,\u201d he told Vidya in a light and carefree voice. \u201cAnd send a transmission to Old World One; mission accomplished. Peaceful (apparent) transfer of power, civilization continues without a hitch, no loss to the stockholders. I\u2019m on my way to Egypt for a welldeserved holiday. They can forward my next posting there.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYes, sir,\u201d said Vidya. \u201cI\u2019ll have your air transport powered up, sir.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNo; I\u2019ve had enough of flying,\u201d said Atrahasis.<\/span><\/div>\n
He wrapped himself in a cloak, and went down through the tunnels and out of the city by secret ways, and glided away through the night like a serpent.<\/span><\/div>\n



But he had gone back to his duties at last. What else was there for an immortal to do, besides plot for power and sound out prospective allies?<\/span><\/div>\n
He had first come down the Nile on a reed boat, in a time before there were any pyramids at Giza. Nothing then more remarkable in that landscape than a great outcropping of rock that resembled a lion\u2019s head, which likeness successive generations of mortals had increased by chiseling out eyes and a muzzle. Graffiti was scrawled across its lower surfaces now. Not yet the Sphinx, it stared gloomily across the land that wasn\u2019t yet Egypt. Atrahasis\u2014not yet Labienus\u2014sympathized with it.<\/span><\/div>\n
He had liked the delta country once. The river was wide and clear, the air was purity itself. Dawn wind came across the green murmuring reeds and when the young sun rose above them it really might have been a god, such was its brilliance and clean heat. No smoke in the sky; light sharp as a diamond.<\/span><\/div>\n
Then the mortals had come. For a while the crocodiles and floods had kept their numbers down, but they had multiplied at last, and spoiled it all. At this point in time it was only the smoke of their cook-fires that muddied the face of the sun, and this was bad enough. In the time to come the very dust of their mummified dead would rise like a pall, the gases of their sewage, the chemical fumes of their cities. All this fresh young world lost to ancient bricks, blackened corpses.<\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis put it firmly out of his mind, as the river bore him to the city of white walls. It had been built to rule both Upper and Lower Kingdoms. Two dynasties had come and gone and the third was prosperous, expansive, so the damned place was sprawling now. Shading his eyes, he could see the necropolis
\non its ridge. The world\u2019s first pyramid was no more than a foundation yet. Mortals swarmed over it like insects, setting the little limestone blocks.<\/span><\/div>\n
He sighed and glanced down from his high seat to the water, where a ridged back paced his boat, drifting unobtrusively near. Poor old crocodile. There had been a time when Atrahasis might have given an order and had a clumsy slave tossed overboard like a crust of bread, and before the river gods converged on him the slave would have screamed his thanks at being so honored. One couldn\u2019t get away with that nowadays. Too much history was being recorded.<\/span><\/div>\n
When his boatman docked and bowed him ashore, Atrahasis walked through the streets and the mortals fell back before him, gaping at the splendid lord in his finery, marveling at the tall spearmen who went before and followed him. They wondered at the mortal slaves who bore the carved chest that was splendidly covered in beaten gold, inlaid with turquoise and lapis. They thought surely he must be an ambassador bringing gifts to the king.<\/span><\/div>\n
But he did not go to the palace. Atrahasis went swiftly to the house of Imhotep, the high priest, he who was the king\u2019s chief minister, he who had designed and was overseeing the construction of the latest thing in monuments to royal glory.<\/span><\/div>\n
The mortal onlookers nodded to each other knowingly. No surprise that this regal-looking stranger was calling on Imhotep first. Imhotep might claim he was merely a man, but everyone knew better. He had miraculous healing powers, he knew the name of every star in the sky and their secret paths, and his ability to work spectacularly showy magic was famous. Of course he must entertain gods from time to time! Before Atrahasis had stepped through the courtyard gate, word was spreading that Imhotep had another divine visitor.<\/span><\/div>\n
To Atrahasis\u2019s annoyance, he was not at once admitted to the august presence of the high priest of Ptah.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cHe is bathing, my lord,\u201d stammered the mortal woman. She clapped her hands and servants ran to her side. \u201cA chair for the great lord, a basin for his feet! Will you have beer, my lord? Will you be pleased to wait in the garden, where the air is cool? I will fetch\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cTell him the priest of Zeus would speak with him,\u201d Atrahasis snapped.<\/span><\/div>\n
There was a beat while the mortals present wondered who Zeus might be,
\nbefore a servant said: \u201cOur lord will not permit us to disturb his bath\u2014\u201d The woman turned and waved him to silence.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI will tell him,\u201d she said, and hurried away. Atrahasis waited, enduring in stiff-lipped silence as well-meaning mortals brought a chair for him, seated him, drew off his sandals and washed his feet. He still hated to be touched by the creatures.<\/span><\/div>\n
He focused his attention on the interior of the mansion and heard the splashing, the raucous whistling of\u2014of all things\u2014the Grand March from Verdi\u2019s Aida,<\/span> interrupted by the mortal woman\u2019s urgent murmur. There was a response, more splashing, and then the whistling resumed. Atrahasis tracked it through the mansion as it came nearer to him, and at last the high priest Imhotep stepped out into the garden.<\/span><\/div>\n
Imhotep was a stockily built man with black button eyes, smiling in wry apology as he approached Atrahasis. He had a generic olive-skinned Mediterranean appearance, and might have disappeared into any crowd anywhere with perfect invisibility, so ordinary was his face, so easily could he pass for human.<\/span><\/div>\n
His hastily donned linen kilt was damp, and he was still toweling his shaven head dry as he came.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cSorry, friend,\u201d he said in Cinema Standard. \u201cI was at the construction site all day and got pretty stinky. You want a beer?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cPlease,\u201d said Atrahasis, as a servant dried his feet. Imhotep asked the servant to bring a pitcher of beer and two cups. He ducked his head and hurried away.<\/span><\/div>\n
Imhotep gave his ears a last dig with the towel and hung it around his neck. He thrust out a hand to Atrahasis.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cFacilitator Grade One Imhotep, how\u2019s it going and to what do I owe the honor?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cExecutive Facilitator Atrahasis,\u201d he replied, shaking Imhotep\u2019s hand gingerly. \u201cThe god Zeus has sent you a gift, divine son of Ptah. I\u2019m here to brief you on its use.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Imhotep grimaced. \u201cDon\u2019t call me that where the servants can hear, okay? Not in their language, anyhow.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis was amused. \u201cDon\u2019t you want them to respect you?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cThey respect me just fine as a mortal man, which is what I\u2019ve worked really hard to convince them I happen to be, so let\u2019s not scare them, all
\nright?\u201d Imhotep sagged onto a garden bench. He regarded the carved chest, still being held on its poles by the mortal slaves; cocked his eye at the honor guard of security techs in loincloths. \u201cThat must be one hell of a present. What is it, another capacitor?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t believe your project budget could support one,\u201d Atrahasis replied delicately. \u201cAnd it\u2019s hardly necessary for the second phase of your mission here.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cSecond phase, huh?\u201d Imhotep rubbed his chin. \u201cOkay.\u201d In the language of the country, he addressed the mortal bearers. \u201cBoys, you want to set that thing down?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
The slaves glanced nervously at Atrahasis, who nodded. They lowered their burden and straightened up in obvious relief. At that moment the servant brought the beer, and only after he had offered them their cups and retreated to a respectful distance was the conversation able to proceed.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWhat second phase?\u201d Imhotep asked. \u201cI\u2019ve got Zoser and his court in the palm of my hand, with stage illusions galore. The step-pyramid\u2019s on schedule. I\u2019m dealing out miraculous cures and promoting good hygiene. Wasn\u2019t that the point of this junket?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cAs far as it\u2019s gone, yes,\u201d Atrahasis said, sniffing his beer and setting it aside. \u201cBut now you need to know more.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI see.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cThe chest is not to be opened until you have it in your private chambers. You will find inside it certain equipment, and a number of scrolls.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cScrolls? What do I need books for?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cThink of them as stage-dressing. They\u2019re to impress your initiates.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWhat initiates?\u201d said Imhotep, reaching for his beer. He turned the cup in his hands uneasily. \u201cI thought the whole deal with me becoming a god didn\u2019t happen until way later in history.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cOf course. This is another matter entirely. You\u2019re to start a, to put it in the mortals\u2019 parlance, a \u2018Hermetic Brotherhood.\u2019 The most secret of secret societies. You\u2019ll feed them snippets of philosophy and arcane gibberish as revelations from the gods. Flashy conjuring tricks to impress them. Hints of real science, with demonstrable results. The equipment in the chest is for that purpose.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t tell me there are still Rosicrucians in the twenty-fourth century, and they\u2019re paying the Company to do this?\u201d Imhotep sighed.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNot at all. You\u2019re simply laying the groundwork for certain others to build on at a later date,\u201d Atrahasis told him. \u201cThe real challenge will be convincing your little king that the whole affair is his idea.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Imhotep looked unhappy.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d he said. \u201cI can do that. No problem.\u201d He drained his beer in one gulp and reached for the pitcher. \u201cMore?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNot for me, thank you.\u201d Atrahasis turned in his chair and surveyed the garden. \u201cQuite a comfortable posting you have here. It must nearly make up for the air pollution and the crowds of mortals.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s great,\u201d said Imhotep earnestly. \u201cAnd the pollution\u2019s no worse than anywhere else. You try living in the same cave with the rest of your tribe through a six-month winter\u2014now, that\u2019s pollution!\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cUndoubtedly,\u201d said Atrahasis. \u201cStill, one can\u2019t help wish the wretched things would grasp the basic principles of birth control.\u201d He transmitted the rest of his thought subvocally: Or that the old Enforcers had been allowed to continue their useful work<\/span>.<\/span><\/div>\n
Imhotep gulped down a second beer even more quickly than the first.<\/span><\/div>\n
Hey, times change<\/span>. I hear most of them are adapting real well to the new jobs<\/span>.<\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis considered him coolly. You don\u2019t find what was done to them shameful? How professional of you. I\u2019d have thought you could summon a little outrage on their behalf. You were one of Budu\u2019s recruits, weren\u2019t you? Just as I was.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
That\u2019s right.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Yet you never spoke out on behalf of our immortal father, when the orders came.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Imhotep narrowed his eyes. What\u2019s it to you? I went to him and we talked, if you must know. Sure, he had his reservations about closing down the old operation<\/span>. But he was smart enough to see that times were changing, and he\u2019s changed with them. Not like that dumb ass Marco.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Marco was rash, have to admit.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
He was a loose cannon! He\u2019d grab any excuse to slaughter mortals. Budu\u2019s smart, and he\u2019s got self-control, and he\u2019s going to be just fine. It\u2019s not like there aren\u2019t going to be plenty of wars to keep him busy.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
How true.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
At this moment they were interrupted. A tiny brown naked mortal came marching into the garden, fists clenched, scowling in furious determination, heading for the street. Imhotep spotted him and jumped up.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cExcuse me a minute. Benny, come back here!\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis turned, staring in disbelief, as Imhotep ran after the mortal infant and caught it. A conversation took place in the ancient tongue that would be translated approximately as follows:<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWhoa! Where do you think you\u2019re going? Remember what Daddy said about chariots?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNo potty go.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cOh. Benny, you have to go potty like a big boy now.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNo potty go!\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Imhotep looked around. \u201cOkay, okay. Come on. Big boy on the tree like Daddy showed you, all right?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cBig boy.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
Atrahasis averted his gaze as Imhotep led the infant to a fig tree in the corner, where it urinated. The mortal woman came running from the house, calling for the child, and Imhotep turned and waved to her.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI caught him, honey, it\u2019s all right.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cHow did you get the door open?\u201d she demanded of the baby. It just glared up at her. \u201cMy lord husband, I put the latch on!\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s a magician,\u201d said Imhotep, grinning in embarrassment. \u201cLike me.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cHorses might have killed you under their hooves,\u201d she admonished the baby, gathering it into her arms. \u201cCrocodiles might have eaten you!\u201d She glanced over at Atrahasis and crimsoned in a blush. \u201cTen thousand apologies, my lord!\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s all right,\u201d said Imhotep. He put his arms around her and kissed her. \u201cI\u2019ll be in soon. Send Aye and Pepi and a couple of the others out, okay? And unlock my study. I want that chest taken inside and set against the far wall.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWill our guest stay for dinner?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think so,\u201d Imhotep said.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNo potty go,\u201d the baby informed them.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll see about that, kiddo,\u201d Imhotep told him sternly, and the mortal woman bore the protesting child away to the house. He returned to the stone bench to find Atrahasis regarding him in scandalized disgust.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWe adopted,\u201d explained Imhotep, looking a little shamefaced.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNo wonder you don\u2019t mind the pollution,\u201d Atrahasis said at last. \u201cYou\u2019re actually living in intimacy with them!\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s part of my job,\u201d said Imhotep. \u201cShe was a gift from the king. What was I supposed to do? You know the procedure on this kind of mission. And anyway, since when is sex with them against the rules?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cTrue enough,\u201d Atrahasis said, but mentally he crossed Imhotep off his list of possible allies.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI know she\u2019ll die one of these days,\u201d Imhotep went on defensively. \u201cThe kid will die, too, maybe fifty years down the line, but in the meanwhile he\u2019ll have had a good life and \u2026 well, they all die, don\u2019t they? And I\u2019ll be somewhere else by then anyway. I\u2019ve been through this before. I can handle it. The Company doesn\u2019t care, as long as I get the job done, right?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWhatever it takes,\u201d Atrahasis agreed.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
He didn\u2019t stay to dinner.<\/span><\/div>\n



Imhotep might be besotted with mortals, but he had indeed gotten the job done. In founding an occult society that promised secret knowledge and earthly power to its members, he had forged the first link in a long chain that would ultimately terminate in that remarkable cabal of scientists and investors calling itself Dr. Zeus Incorporated.<\/span><\/div>\n
Not quite in keeping with the high moral purpose expressed in the Company\u2019s mission statement. However, Atrahasis had learned\u2014long before he became Labienus\u2014that the mortal masters were the first to jettison their principles, when it was necessary to get something they wanted.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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