A small room and a small bed, you say? Ha, that is not very ambitious of you.
[ not when Gilgamesh once laid claim to glorious ziggurats... exquisite palaces. ]
Even without my Golden Rule -- I, the King, should have no difficulty acquiring cunes. Thus I shall procure for us one of the finest mansions... [ he casts a glance at Enkidu as they move nearer] and you need only sleep in a small bed, in a small room, if that is the destiny you choose.
[ though Gilgamesh's voice is calm, suggesting that the change of pace, even if it is temporary, would not be unbearable.
when in the Moon Cell, he and Hakuno were forced to make due with a pauper's existence, but so long as there was grand adventure to be had and he was not bored, Gilgamesh had managed to find pleasure in that. so it will be here. Enkidu, with their quaint preferences, might even appreciate one of those peasants' quarters, so if that is what they mean in making such a suggestion, then the King will humor them.
no, more than humor them... he will indeed see to it that they have a small house, or as many small houses as they wish. ]
But, what questions you ask! What gravity you bring. [ Gilgamesh laughs again. ] Your lover? Enkidu, have I not always been that?
[ it is thousands of years late to ask such a question, isn't it? ]
Ah... [ his expression turns somewhat more distant. gazing out beyond the windswept leaves, Gilgamesh thinks of the treehouse. ] perhaps -- let us visit your home amid the trees, and we can speak more at that time. I shall have a grand address for you -- an answer for all your questions.
[ and the levity that shall accompany the change of scenery will also be welcome: all the better to laugh in the spring air and sunshine and pollen of the Wilde, rather than the grey hues of the Coven. it seems that the two of them have much to talk about.
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[ not when Gilgamesh once laid claim to glorious ziggurats... exquisite palaces. ]
Even without my Golden Rule -- I, the King, should have no difficulty acquiring cunes. Thus I shall procure for us one of the finest mansions... [ he casts a glance at Enkidu as they move nearer] and you need only sleep in a small bed, in a small room, if that is the destiny you choose.
[ though Gilgamesh's voice is calm, suggesting that the change of pace, even if it is temporary, would not be unbearable.
when in the Moon Cell, he and Hakuno were forced to make due with a pauper's existence, but so long as there was grand adventure to be had and he was not bored, Gilgamesh had managed to find pleasure in that. so it will be here. Enkidu, with their quaint preferences, might even appreciate one of those peasants' quarters, so if that is what they mean in making such a suggestion, then the King will humor them.
no, more than humor them... he will indeed see to it that they have a small house, or as many small houses as they wish. ]
But, what questions you ask! What gravity you bring. [ Gilgamesh laughs again. ] Your lover? Enkidu, have I not always been that?
[ it is thousands of years late to ask such a question, isn't it? ]
Ah... [ his expression turns somewhat more distant. gazing out beyond the windswept leaves, Gilgamesh thinks of the treehouse. ] perhaps -- let us visit your home amid the trees, and we can speak more at that time. I shall have a grand address for you -- an answer for all your questions.
[ and the levity that shall accompany the change of scenery will also be welcome: all the better to laugh in the spring air and sunshine and pollen of the Wilde, rather than the grey hues of the Coven. it seems that the two of them have much to talk about.
no Grails, no gods, no Moon Cells...
-- well, perhaps a Master, eventually. ]
You may lead me along. I grant you permission.