“Can’t stop,” said I, dashing through the corridor. “I’ve got to paint celery…”
“Can you help me with my skin?”
“Sure. I’ll just grab the pins…”
There were a number of puzzled looks, as if to say, ‘she’s finally lost it…’. It had been a hectic weekend… but edibly-gilded celery and a Lycra-clad snake were both required for the final ritual drama, and we’d had a whale of a time coming up with a suitable costume for the skin-shedding serpent that would finally unravel Gilgamesh…
Following the directions of Shiduri, Gilgamesh seeks out Urshanabi, the boatman of Utnapishtim, who is in the forest, trimming cedar boughs. But, she tells him, Gilgamesh must be wary, for Urshanabi is with the Stone Men.
As he enters a clearing in the forest, Gilgamesh hears a voice,
“We are the Stone Men!” The King raises his sword and charges, but before the blow can…
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