Leo Rising

By Michael Anthony Cariola

Leo Rising is tale of epic proportions that ties together two lives separated by 13,000 years of change, yet mysteriously bound by destiny and birthright. Kala, high priestess to Inanna the goddess of love and fertility, is a daughter of the Anakim, and descended from the Anunnaki, the gods themselves. As the grand cycle passes fro

• Language: English
• Publisher: Book Vine Press
• Release date: Apr 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781957781952

Michael Anthony Cariola

Michael was born and raised in Long Island, New York and currently resides in Spokane, Washington. He is married with two children and a proud grandpa of his three grandchildren. Michael's father is an artist who influenced his love for music, art and literature. Though never formally trained as a wordsmith, he found a natural affinity for the craft. After a failed attempt at a story which found its way into the trash can, he produced his first successful novel "The Singingwood" in 1995 which was followed by "Arcalian Apocalypse" and "Children of Prophecy" to complete the trilogy.Over the years writing became a true passion. Michael produced another trilogy with "Gift of the Amulet", "Dragon Lord" and "Equilibrium".The latest release is "Leo Rising" a republication from 2009, which he considers his finest work.Michael believes that if there is anything he's learned in life, it is simply this. Whatever plans you think you have for your life is very likely to change. In the end, it is not the destination that matters, but the amazing journey you will travel to get there.

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Contents

Author’s Preface

Chapter 1: 11,000 BCE, Ellu-Ezinu

Chapter 2: Present day: Barstow, California

Chapter 3: The Temple of Inanna, City of Ellu-Ezinu

Chapter 4: Southern Iraq, 50 miles northeast of Basra

Chapter 5: Ellu-Ezinu, Temple district

Chapter 6: Goldstone observatory

Chapter 7: Craftsman District, Ellu-Ezinu

Chapter 8: 125 miles northeast of Basra, Iraq.

Chapter 9: The Road to Lagash

Chapter 10: JFK airport, Delta flight 651

Chapter 11: The outer wastes

Chapter 12: Present day: The Henge

Chapter 13: The Initiation

Chapter 14: The Depths of Despair

Chapter 15: The Lewites

Chapter 16: Ancient Path

Chapter 17: Sacred Dance

Chapter 18: Vindication

Chapter 19: Pleasures and Partings

Chapter 20: Secrets

Chapter 21: Of Gods and Men

Chapter 22: The awakening

Chapter 23: Legacy

Chapter 24: A Question of Time

Chapter 25: The Long Winter

Chapter 26: Crossing the threshold

Chapter 27: Portents and prophecies

Chapter 28: Connections

Chapter 29: Betrayal

Chapter 30: A Prowler at the Gates

Chapter 31: The Long Dark

Chapter 32: Of Family and Friendship

Chapter 33: Goddess of love, Priestess of war

Chapter 34: Time’s Arrow

Chapter 35: The Gathering

Chapter 36: Messages from Afar

Chapter 37: Beyond the Two Rivers

Chapter 38: Predator and Prey

Chapter 39: Alliances

Chapter 40: Refugees

Chapter 41: Scepter of Command

Chapter 42: Redemption

Chapter 43: Siege

Chapter 44: Dreams of Truth

Chapter 45: Retribution

Chapter 46: Destiny’s Promise

Chapter 47: Ages of Sand

Chapter 48: Redemption

Epilogue

Afterword

AUTHOR’S PREFACE

It was a time before the beginning, an age lost to us in the mists of illusion. Illusions we have believed because we were told to accept the myths and legends of religion as fact rather than the perpetuation of a terrible deception thrust upon humanity.

What worlds rest beneath the undiscovered strata of conquest? What civilizations wait to be unearthed, buried under the rubble of war and subjugation? And what banners did we raise to rally the masses of humanity from its gentle slumber to its forward industrious marching into the present; a parade littered with the corpses of waste and failure? Alas, a wellspring of ancient knowledge is lost to us for all time. In this way I contemplate the present and reflect on what might have been, had humanity taken a different path. What mysteries have been purged from the archives of history simply because men in authority wielding doctrines of the day proclaimed the ancient knowledge as evil—and they desired, above all else, to grasp power. What endowments and abilities did we possess and then suppress for fear of angering the gods of our ancestors.

The tale that follows may be considered a work of fiction—or perhaps not. For a part of my soul remembers a time long ago when the world was new and man lived free from oppression.

Chapter 1

11,000 BCE, Ellu-Ezinu

The stars shone brilliant before dawn and the inner planets peeked above the horizon. Nintu sighted a fixed star between the alignment posts and stood in the center of the observatory to await the sunrise. Of particular importance, her duties. required she record the position of the planets today more than any other, for it was the spring equinox, and what the stars foretold would affect the following year. Surrounding Nintu in three concentric rings stood stone pillars, menhirs erected in an ancient time, their origins lost in antiquity.

Years before, Nintu had mastered the secrets of the heavens. As an initiate into the mysteries, she learned from her mother, Geshtinanna, that the gods had built the sacred rings even before they created the first men and women. When Nintu was but a child, her mother taught of how their lineage went back all the way to the Great Mother, Ninhursag, who had birthed the first men and women. It was the Goddess, Ninhursag who gave men the secrets of animal husbandry and the lore of soil and grain. It was Ninhursag who taught the first woman how to read the stars and planets. Bestowed upon womankind to hold the keys of knowledge, the sacred lore was passed from mother to daughter. Nintu was one of only a few who could read the signs and portents predicted through the placements of the spheres.

She pulled her shawl more tightly around her shoulders to fend off the chill. A stiff breeze blew through the observatory, displacing her hair. She pushed it away from her face, peering through astute brown eyes in the direction of the city, awaiting her daughter.

Where is that child? She spoke aloud to the stars impatiently and rubbed her hands together for warmth. Nintu had seen thirty-four summers and was feeling her years. She examined her fingers ruefully and noted they weren’t as supple as they used to be. It wouldn’t be long before she passed the role of priestess to her daughter, Kala. She took comfort in the fact, however, that men of her city and surrounding countryside still desired her, and wished to share her pleasures during fertility rites. Nintu thought tenderly of Kala and remembered her own youth, when she could gain the affections of any man she desired with a mere glance. Such was the life of a priestess of Nin, the mother and life-giver, the Queen of Fertility and Sexuality.

Nintu could see already that Kala possessed the gift. The girl was beautiful, witty and seductive; attributes that would cause any man to willingly give his life but for a moment of her sweet embrace. And Kala was nearly a woman. Nin hadn’t yet granted the girl the gift of blood; the awakening of her life-giving energy, but it would soon be coming. Then she would have to undergo her initiation into service to Nin.

The sky changed from the gray of dawn to pale orange as the sun crested the horizon. The golden orb had just peeked between the equinox pillars when Nintu heard footsteps hurrying behind her.

Where were you, girl? Nintu spoke sharply without turning. This is the most important reading of the year, Kala. It disappoints me when you don’t take your duties more seriously.

I’m sorry, she said, I couldn’t find my headpiece. Kala looked up at her mother, her black eyes moist.

It’s all right. You haven’t missed anything. Nintu smiled and patted Kala’s cheek, then adjusted the stylized headband on the girl’s raven hair. The turquoise piece was an icon of a rising bird, the symbol of the initiate, its color, striking against Kala’s deep olive skin. But soon she’d wear the crown of the serpent—sacred to Nin.

Nintu had sewn a linen gown for Kala to don during the reading of the stars, and the girl wore it proudly. Dyed with rare indigo, the borders were embroidered with astrological symbols—the steps to the great wheel of life.

Nintu watched the sun rise. When it sat directly on the horizon, she noted the positions of the planets and constellations. She sighed heavily.

What is it, Ama?

Every year, during the first day of spring, I have watched where fiery Utu rises into the sky to the heavenly realm of Anu. Utu has always risen in the house of the virgin. What I see today causes me to grieve.

Why, Ama?

Utu has moved further from the virgin and closer to the house of the Lion. Soon Utu will dwell in the Lion’s den. I fear that without the protection of Utu in her house, the Lion will hold Utu captive and devour the Virgin.

Nintu noted the position of the moon, visible through the third ring and low on the horizon. Then she sighted behind her, Istar, planet of the Goddess, still brilliant in the sky but quickly fading, as the morning grew brighter.

Hmm… look at the moon and the morning star, Kala. What do they tell you?

Kala peered at the pale orb and then craned her neck as she sighted down the brilliant star between two posts in the second ring.

The waters will rise early this year!

And? Nintu asked impatiently.

Kala fidgeted with her headpiece as she thought. It made her scalp itch.

Think, child. Many will rely on your discernment, and your sight must be accurate. Lives will hang in the balance at your word.

Kala stammered. The rains will be delayed this year?

And what does that mean, girl?

Planting should be started early to benefit from the rising waters. But the grains must be tall and strong so they will not be washed away when the rains come.

Why? Nintu quizzed.

The late rains will be heavy! Kala spoke with more confidence.

Good! Nintu beamed a smile at Kala. Your skills are improving! Soon you will be taking over some of my responsibilities, Nintu mused more to herself. Some of them… She added resolutely, I’m getting too old for this. The rituals require youth and beauty, and for me, both are fading.

Ama! Kala folded her arms sternly, a parody of her mother’s usual stance of disapproval. "You are the most beautiful woman in all of Ellu-Ezinu, even throughout E-Din. And I have seen how Balel stares at you with desire. Don’t think I haven’t seen how you return his stare. I think he should take the name of Dumuzi for the next year to be your consort. I’ll certainly be happy when Alal is driven away from us! Too bad we don’t practice the rites of the Azag tribe."

Kala! Why do you speak such evil?

Alal frightens me, Ama. I often find him staring at me the way he should stare at you. And he doesn’t honor you the way you deserve. I think he means you harm.

"Perhaps, but contrary to what the Azag believe, it does not please the Great Mother to sacrifice the Dumuzi at year’s end. It is enough that he will be driven from Ellu-Ezinu tonight when the pregnant moon rises. He can return to the city of grain, only as a ghost. I will not be harmed. All the Anakim would set upon him and drive him back into the underworld if he dared to return! No, Kala, he will go north like all the others."

Nintu stood proud, her stance regal. She, the mortal representation of Inanna, daughter of the Great Mother, held influence over Ellu-Ezinu, the City of the Grain Goddess. All the Anakim, the people of her tribe, revered her.

Fearsome to behold by the lesser tribes, the Anakim were tall of stature. The men were usually well over six feet tall and the women nearly equal in height. The inferior tribes, barely reaching five feet, considered the Anakim to be giants and generally avoided contact with them. It was just as well. The blood of the Anakim must remain pure, untainted by the lesser mortal tribes. For the Anakim were sacred, descendants of the Gods themselves—the Anunnaki.

Typically, the Anakim were bronze complexioned with hair the color of a raven’s wing. Kala looked up at her mother and admired her noble stance, the set of her shoulders and the strength of her jaw. Nintu’s hair fell to the small of her back, straight as a waterfall. Kala couldn’t help examining her own body. At thirteen summers, she felt awkward and clumsy. It seemed to her she’d never be desirable, could never perform effectively as a priestess of Nin. Nintu, sensing her daughter’s insecurity, sat on the center stone and motioned for Kala to do the same. Kala was nearly as tall as her mother was, and Nintu nodded, pleased with the girl’s grace and loveliness. What Kala needed was confidence.

I predict… Nintu suppressed a smile as they both watched the sun peek above the immense stone megaliths of the second ring. I predict that my daughter’s beauty will cause the great walls of Nippur to bow before her. I foresee that my daughter will be the greatest of all the Queens of Nin. All the tribes of the Anakim will pay homage to her.

Stop it! Kala rolled her eyes and giggled. You know very well the walls of Nippur are impregnable. And no one can ever be greater than you, Ama.

Nonsense! It will please me to no end when you surpass me, Kala. Besides, humility doesn’t suit you. Be proud of your lineage and your birthright. You are a descendent of Nin! Never forget that.

Nintu pointed to the spot where the sun had risen earlier, then at the marker to the right of the solar position.

See that post, Kala? I will teach you a thing few understand. The space between those stones is equal to the span of an age! For twenty-one hundred years, Utu has dwelt in the house of the Virgin. Soon Utu will live with the Lion. But look at this!

The entire middle ring of the observatory was divided into twelve segments. Nintu pointed to each segment from the equinox position to her right, counting twenty times. She circled once and part of the way again, to arrive at a position one-quarter to the left of where she’d begun.

Nearly twenty-one ages have passed since the gods first came down from the heavens. Nintu spoke with awe. "At that time, there were no people like us living in E-Din. It is said our ancestors used to live like the animals, not knowing who they were—not knowing their names. They never covered their nakedness nor had they words for anything, or numbers to count. They didn’t know the secrets of clay and how to make words that stayed.

Twelve ages past, when Utu first rose in the virgin’s house, Enki, Ninhursag’s consort, entreated her to create women and men to inhabit E-Din. It is said that she took the savage, animal-man and placed the essence of the gods within its blood. Men were created to serve the gods and to dig in the underworld for the sacred yellow metal. That is why we are like the gods in all things but one. The gods are immortal and we are not. Someday we will die. That’s the fate of all women and men.

Kala rested her head against Nintu’s shoulder and sighed. She felt secure with her mother and always loved their time together within the sacred rings. It was their private time away from prying eyes of the city dwellers. For Nintu’s life was a public one in which the people relied on her wisdom in all matters from when to plant their crops to who would be a fitting marriage partner. There were so many demands on Nintu that Kala often resented the intrusions of the city-dwellers. Kala didn’t like having to share her mother with everyone. It was all the more poignant to her that someday she would have to take over her mother’s role as High Priestess.

Ama, why do we never actually see the Mother? I mean, you serve Nin, but has she ever spoken to you? Has she ever thanked you?

"You ask hard questions, Kala, but I will answer the way your grandmother, Geshtinanna, answered me when I asked the very same questions.

"It has been said that we are visited every age by the gods. We know they are near when the red star is visible. It is not the same red star we see every year. No, this one is the home of Anu and travels opposite the planetary paths. It was nearly two thousand years ago when the red star dominated the heavens that Nin blessed the first Matriarch of our family. Her name was Kianna. As the legend is told, Ninhursag, herself, was to arrive from the heavens and set foot in her temple, which has always found its home in Ellu-Ezinu. Now at that time, a great war took place in the heavens between the sons of Anu—as there have always been! Yes, Enki and Enlil fought for domination of the Earth. Enlil was still angry with Enki for causing women and men to be made. Since his consort Ninhursag had birthed us, Enlil plotted to kill Ninhursag and wrest control of the Earth from Enki.

"Now it came to pass, when Enlil plotted with his subordinates their foul deed against the great Mother, Kianna happened to be hidden in the reeds relieving herself. She didn’t expect the gods to appear in such a remote spot and so she remained hidden, trembling in terror. Meanwhile, Enlil instructed his celestial guards to murder Ninhursag the moment she set foot in her temple. Kianna hid for a long time even after Enlil had left the field; terrified she’d be discovered and killed.

"What was Kianna to do? She had this terrible knowledge, but it was also forbidden for a mortal to touch, no less speak directly to a god! But Kianna loved the Mother and didn’t care what her punishment would be. When Nin arrived at the temple, Kianna had secreted herself behind the sacred curtains. The moment Nin’s foot touched the pinnacle of the temple Kianna ran to her and pushed her to the ground. As she committed this sacrilege against Ninhursag, an arrow of fire flew past the goddess. Nin’s guards gave pursuit to the assassin and killed him.

"At first Nin was angry with Kianna for touching her and would have been within her rights to strike her down. But when she realized what had transpired, Nin embraced Kianna and calmed her fears. Nin wept for joy that one of her creation; one of her children could have such courage. She elevated Kianna above all other women. She said, ‘Not even my own servants have loved me as much as this mortal woman. She was willing to give her life to save mine! Therefore Kianna and all her descendants shall ever be high priestesses of my celestial temple unto the end of days. They shall always be welcomed to be in my presence. I decree that the firstborn of each priestess shall ever be a female. In this way, the line of Kianna shall remain unbroken until time ceases.’ Nin blessed Kianna and decreed that her name be changed to Nintu, lady of life."

Nintu paused in her telling and took Kala’s hand. That is why your name shall become Nin, the same as mine, when someday you assume your rightful position as high priestess.

Kala sat breathless and rapt with attention. She had heard the story many times before, but still felt awed by it.

Tell me more, Ama!

Nintu smiled at Kala with affection and continued.

Nin befriended Kianna and taught her the mysteries of grain and how to make bread and beer. She instructed Kianna in the lore of herbs and alchemy, even the healing of sicknesses. And she taught Kianna the secrets of the stars, the way of the astrologer. She made your great ancestor promise she would pass this knowledge to her daughters, and that their daughters would do the same. To insure this, she gave the greatest secret of all! The words that stay! Nintu’s eyes shone with passion. "She taught the way of the clay and stylus, the wedge shapes that speak from the clay.

So to answer your question—you asked if the Mother thanks me or if she speaks to me. Every time I eat bread and drink beer, Nin thanks me. Every time I read the words preserved in clay, I hear her voice. Her gift to us is forever. Her gift to me was you, Kala. Nin has never gone back on her word.

Kala nodded and contemplated the story. Although she had heard the tale before, it was the first time it had ever touched her further than her hearing. She felt it at a deeper level and suddenly made the connection. She was directly descended from the goddess by decree! Kala, like all those descendants before her, was chosen by Ninhursag. It was a great honor and responsibility.

The sun rose higher in the sky by now and Kala felt the first signs of warmth on her skin. It was delightful to taste the scent of spring. The evening would mark the New Year, and there were preparations to make for the sacred ceremony. Nintu would need her help to prepare.

So have you decided yet? Kala pried.

Decided what, child?

Ama! Kala protested, You know what I mean. Who will share your bed? Who will become Dumuzi next month?

You know I can’t tell you, Nintu teased and smiled wryly.

Oh, please… Kala begged.

Maybe… I could give you a hint.

Kala’s eyes brightened and she wriggled with anticipation.

Well… Nintu began. He’s particularly tall and quite handsome!

Ama… Kala couldn’t contain her disappointment. That could be any man in Ellu-Ezinu.

…And he bakes the finest bread in the entire city!

Kala gasped conspiratorially. "It is Balel! I knew it all along! But Ama, Isn’t he married to Tamrah?"

Of course he is! But I am Nintu, High Priestess of Inanna. I can choose any man I desire, and none can object without dishonoring the Goddess. Besides, Nintu confided, Tamrah’s a treacherous dog.

Kala suppressed a giggle, but then burst out laughing.

Yes she is, Kala. I have seen the way she looks at you and me with jealousy. She casts an evil eye on us, but her power is insignificant. Tamrah is mean-spirited and treats Balel poorly—and she is barren. Nintu spat the words with contempt. There are no children for Balel to raise. Actually, I will be rescuing Balel from the terrible fate of having to grow old with that nasty jackal. If Balel so desires to return to Tamrah after his year as Dumuzi, he is welcome to return to her and leave the city. It would be a fitting demise and punishment for one who would prefer Tamrah instead of me. But I suspect he will not. Once he is mine for the year, his obligation to Tamrah is null and void, should he choose.

Nintu rose from the ground and faced Kala. Now let me look at you, she said.

Nintu smoothed out Kala’s ceremonial robe and noticed the girl’s breasts were becoming round and plump. Kala’s hips were broadening and she looked more like a woman every day. Nintu smiled, pleased with Kala’s appearance. She stood tall and beautiful like a priestess of Nin should be.

I’m so very proud of you, Kala. Soon the Mother will bless you with the gift of blood, and your life-giving energy will awaken!

Nintu turned her face to the sun and closing her eyes, inhaled deeply, letting the aroma of the rich soil fill her spirit. Kala, like her mother, copied the gesture and let spring penetrate through to her heart.

Come, Kala. We shouldn’t linger here. Much to prepare for tonight’s festival.

High priestess and acolyte, mother and daughter left the sacred rings to return to Ellu-Ezinu—City of the Grain Goddess. Even from a distance, the outer walls glistened white in the morning light. Already, there were signs of activity as guards manned the gates and walked the parapet. The city was a marvel of engineering. Most of the walls were carved of fine sandstone and pieced together with precision never before seen and never again rivaled. The outer walls of the city had been attributed to the Anunnaki, the servants of the gods, although it had never been proven. All Nintu knew was that the outer walls were extremely old. Other than the massive walls, the only other original structure was the Temple of Inanna—the Goddess and protector of the city. When the city came to be abandoned by the gods and later inhabited by mere mortals, mud brick houses and shops were soon built around the temple and outward toward the gates. But the temple remained central and vital to city life.

Nintu and Kala approached the gates and the two muscular guards straightened and bowed. Nintu returned the homage with a slight nod of recognition to the young men. Kala, on the other hand, smiled broadly at one of the men she found particularly handsome. When they were out of earshot from the guards, Nintu turned and chided Kala.

Never appear too eager. Always remember that as a priestess, you are the one in control. You should never completely abandon yourself to a man. You could lose yourself in your love and desire for him and thus lose your power along with it. That’s why you should never love so completely. Always keep some for yourself in case you forget who you are. In that way you will always be able to find your way back to yourself in the event you get lost.

Nintu and Kala slowed their pace to appear statelier as they headed towards the temple. It was expected as a sign to the people that all was well. Nin would bless the city for another year. The people waited in eagerness for the evening’s festivities. The night’s rituals would begin again the yearly cycle of death and rebirth as winter was finally behind them and the promise of summer lay ahead.

Chapter 2

Present day: Barstow, California

Cassie thrust the key in the lock and pushed the door open with her elbow. Perkins greeted her with a soft purr and rubbed up against her leg with sinuous pleasure. She picked up her mail from the floor and scratched the blue Persian behind the ear before depositing the bag of groceries onto the kitchen table.

Eight o’clock, Saturday morning, Cassie was just returning home from work. She had graduated two years prior with honors from MIT and now had the esteemed position as a research astronomer at the antiquated Goldstone Observatory.

As radio dishes went, Goldstone wasn’t particularly large, only thirty-four meters across. However, any position today in astronomy was jealously guarded, and Cassie was grateful for her circumstance, even if it meant living in a desert and periodically having to be a tour guide for a bunch of screaming third graders. Nevertheless, her grant was secured for at least three more years.

She tried to be as quiet as possible as she put away the groceries. As usual, Tyler would be sleeping. Just once, Cassie thought, it would be nice to be greeted in the morning. She quietly opened the door. To her surprise, she found her bedroom empty. The open closet and dresser drawers left in disarray sent a clear message.

Cassie picked up Perkins and looked him in the eyes.

He didn’t even leave a note, Perkie. What an asshole!

Yet Tyler’s departure didn’t exactly come as a shock. The way things had been going for the past few months, she’d almost expected it. But she didn’t think Tyler would be so cowardly as to leave without saying goodbye—nice knowing you—have a nice life.

Cassie wasn’t sure whether she cried from anger or relief. Nevertheless, she held Perkins close and her tears wet his fur at which point, Perkins began to squirm. He jumped out of her arms onto the floor, and then shook himself off before crawling under the coffee table to groom himself.

Cassie examined her face in the mirror and smirked at the reflection. She eyed herself critically as she dried her eyes with her sleeve. She wasn’t knock-down-drop-dead gorgeous, but certainly not a plain Jane either. What she could build on was cute. Cassie had mousy-colored, shoulder-length hair, unnaturally curled and tinted with cranberry highlights. This augmented her hazel eyes and served to diminish the size of her nose which she felt was much too large. She was of medium build and well proportioned. Of Italian descent, she darkened quite well, particularly in the blazing sun of the California desert.

Screw this. Cassie flipped off her reflection and picked up her phone. She dialed and waited a few seconds before a sleepy voice responded on the other end.

Hey Janet. How about I buy you breakfast at Lily’s?

"Tyler took off, huh?"

Shit, Janet… you’re scary. How did you know?

"Hmm… (yawn)… let me see. It’s eight-fifteen and you never call me before ten unless something’s wrong. Perkins hasn’t run off since he’s been neutered and I figure since Tyler hasn’t been neutered, he’s the most likely candidate for running off. Am I right?"

You get an A for attitude.

Cassie heard Janet giggle and stretch before she spoke again.

"Okay, I’ll meet you in about thirty minutes. Gotta pee and shower first."

Cassie hung up the phone. She quickly freshened up by splashing cold water on her face and running her fingers through her hair to fluff it up a bit.

Cassie drove up to Lily’s luncheonette just as Janet was locking her mountain bike to a convenient street sign.

Girl, you’re amazing, Cassie said as she hopped out of the Jeep, I don’t even look that good when I’m on a date.

Terminally pretty, Janet’s dark eyes sparkled with humor in the sunlight. She wore cut off jeans and a halter-top, which accentuated her slender figure. Already warm for early morning, her mocha skin glistened slightly with perspiration.

You should ride a bike, Cassie. It’s good for your body.

Sure, I can just picture myself stranded in the desert between here and Goldstone with a flat tire, no water, and buzzards circling overhead.

Feeling a little picked on?

Yeah, maybe just a little.

Come on, then. Let’s eat.

They strolled into Lily’s amid the whistles and catcalls of a few locals.

Hey Janet, Jack, the town mechanic called out, When’s that date you promised me?

Piss off, Jack. It’ll never happen.

Jack Coolidge and his friends laughed heartily at her expense, then he pleaded, Aw c’mon, Janet. Why not?

Probably ’cause you’re too white! And I ain’t talking your color. I’m talking your attitude!

Cassie snickered and sat opposite Janet in a private booth. The waitress, a chubby middle-aged woman, immediately strode to the table with a pot of coffee.

Hey Florence, how are you today?

My feet are killing me.

Ever cheerful! Cassie quipped.

Kiss my ass, Cassie. Now what can I get you?

Two eggs, two bacon, two pancakes.

Throwing caution to the wind? Geez, honey, you having man problems again?

Shit! His goddamned pillow isn’t even cold and everyone knows. What the hell…

Florence patted Cassie’s shoulder. Don’t you worry, doll. It happens to the best of us. She turned to Janet. And what are you having?

The usual…

Right. Half pink grapefruit and toasted bran muffin with butter. Got it. Cassie watched as Florence shimmied her way through the crowd. For one so stout, Flo was remarkably agile.

Janet rested her chin on her hands and stared at Cassie.

So… you gonna tell me about it?

Cassie sighed with frustration. I should have seen it coming. It always happens the same way.

Girl, I said you were too good for Tyler. Remember?

Hmm, yeah, I remember. Not all of it was bad, you know. It’s just that most of the time he was an insensitive and inconsiderate prick. He forgot our anniversary and Valentine’s Day. Shit, I even had to remind him about my birthday. And it’s not like I could even be subtle. Sometimes reasoning with Tyler was like reasoning with a Neanderthal. And all he cares about is sex.

I thought you were enjoying your sex life… Janet shrugged.

Sure I was, but it’s everything else that was wrong. Screwing was about the only thing we did right. God, he was such an asshole.

An elderly woman at the next table gasped with indignation at the crude language. Cassie turned and fixed a hard stare. Hey, lady, if you don’t like my language, then I suggest you turn off the hearing aid and stop listening to my goddamned conversation.

Cass… Janet smiled, "I think I read this book once called How to Win Friends and Influence People. You should read it."

Maybe I will. Does it have a chapter on how to find a decent man?

Yeah, it’s after the chapter on how to like yourself.

I don’t know. Maybe I should get a boob job… what do you think? Cassie turned sideways and thrust out her chest to augment her breast size. Janet giggled and folded her arms.

Your problem isn’t boobs, Cass… it’s brains. Why do you always go for the guys with the IQ of a gerbil? You’re the smartest person I know! You deserve better.

Well it’s not like I can discuss my work with most people. Pulsars and Oort clouds aren’t exactly dinner conversation.

Neither are monster trucks and pro wrestling. Honey, I’m being serious. Janet leaned forward. What about one of the guys you went to school with? At least you could relate.

Hardly. Most of them had about as much charisma as a box of rocks.

True, but even in a box of rocks you could find a gem!

Cute. Cassie sighed. Jan, how did you wind up being so eternally optimistic?

It comes with the territory, I guess. Try growing up with mixed parentage, not knowing who you are, where you belong. Either it makes you crazy or you just get stronger. I did both! Janet crossed her eyes, stuck out her tongue and twisted her face into her best approximation of lunacy, which caused Cassie to nearly spit her coffee.

Florence returned with a tray loaded with food. She placed them before Cassie and Janet with a warning. Careful—they’re hot. She scurried off to wait on another table.

Cassie picked up a piece of bacon and absently munched as she became introspective. You know, Jan… to hell with men. Who needs them anyway? They either smother you or ignore you. They either want Betty Crocker or Linda Lovelace. Not one of them has ever been interested in what’s up here. Cassie pointed to her head. Maybe I should become a lesbian.

Jan comically backed away from Cassie and giggled.

I’m serious, Jan. Cassie took Janet’s hand with a look of longing in her eyes.

Ew! Janet pulled her hand away.

Cassie broke out in laughter. Thanks, Jan.

For what?

For making me laugh. I needed your unique perspective.

Always glad to be of service.

After finishing breakfast, Janet insisted on paying the bill. They walked outside to be greeted by a blast of hot, dry air.

It’s gonna be a scorcher today. Cassie mused. So what’s your plan?

Didn’t really have one. Was just gonna kick around, I guess.

How about coming with me to the observatory. I need to check on the results of a scan I’m running. Besides, the desert’s beautiful right now.

Cassie… Janet placed her hands on her hips. Today’s your day off. Give yourself a rest.

"I’m rested. You see, the difference here is I like my job!"

Hey… I like my job too, and I want to continue liking it. That’s why I take time off.

Come on, Janet. Get in the car. Cassie pleaded.

Oh, all right. What about the bike?

Janet, you don’t live in Chicago anymore. It’ll be fine. Cassie walked to the door of Lily’s and called in. Hey Flo, could you keep an eye on Janet’s bike?

A voice came from the kitchen. No problem, doll. I’ll break the fingers of anyone who touches it!

Thanks, Flo.

Cassie laughed. She wouldn’t put it past Florence to really break some fingers. She was a tough old bird.

Janet climbed into Cassie’s Jeep Wrangler and snapped on the seatbelt.

What’s with the seatbelt? We’re not going four-wheeling, you know.

Safety first, Janet piped, And don’t forget, Cass, I’ve seen you drive.

Cassie’s face twisted into a wry grin as she threw the Jeep into first. The tires chirped as the vehicle lurched forward. Cassie drove to the intersection and made a left out of town.

The stretch between Barstow and the Goldstone Observatory was about twenty miles, and the drive was usually rather unremarkable. But a rare event had occurred three days earlier. The sky had opened up and dropped two inches of rain onto the desert. Of course, it didn’t happen often, but when it did, the desert bloomed with a marvelous array of color. Nature worked at a frenzied pace in the desert as if it needed to squeeze in two years worth of beauty into three short days. For that reason, the traffic was a bit heavier than usual as the locals and some tourists stopped off the side of the road to gape at the splendorous sight.

As the radio dish came into view, Janet commented, Can’t you access the dish at home with your computer?

Sure I could, but I prefer to do my work here. It helps me maintain my perspective.

So… have you discovered anything interesting yet?

Nothing so far.

Cassie drove up to the small booth at the gate and held up her badge. She smiled at the guard and he stepped out to greet her.

Morning, Cassie.

Hi, Chuck.

Hey, didn’t you just leave?

Nah, it’s your imagination.

Does your friend have clearance?

Nope, just a local terrorist… I mean tourist!

Janet giggled and beamed a smile. Hey Chuck!

Hi, Janet. When are you bringing all your kids back for the grand tour? They sure livened things up around here the last time.

Class trip is set for next month. Got a bunch of curious third graders dying to get out of the classroom. I’ll be happy to cut them loose here.

Cassie glanced sideways at Janet, remembering. She had been in Barstow nearly a year when hosting a group of third grade students from the nearby elementary school. In strolled Janet with a rag-tag gaggle of happy students huddled behind her like chicks around a mother hen. The children obviously adored her. The moment Janet opened her mouth to introduce herself, Cassie recognized a kindred spirit—a transplant from a big city. Detroit or perhaps Chicago.

Ain’t from around these here parts, are ya? Cassie put on her best approximation of an Ozark hillbilly and grinned with a broad toothy smile. Cassie laughed at herself and stuck out her hand in welcome. Cassie Bartoli. Brentwood, Long Island.

Janet Wilson, Chicago, Illinois.

They felt an immediate sense of companionship. As their friendship grew, Cassie and Janet discovered they had similar likes and dislikes. It was easy for them to become inseparable. They had both experienced the same sense of alienation; both felt out of place in a strange environment. Cassie had adjusted fairly well. The farther away from New York and her family, particularly her crazy mother, the better off she was. Janet, on the other hand, missed her parents, but not necessarily Chicago. The only reason she wound up in Barstow was due to a scholarship that had paid for her college education. She was put where she was needed and owed them five years in return.

Cassie waved at Chuck as she continued on through the gate and parked beside the small shelter that served as her office. It was a low concrete bunker loaded with all sorts of unidentifiable electronic consoles. Cassie walked over to an apparently dead monitor and slapped the side a few times. The screen flickered and filled up with several lines of what seemed to be, in Janet’s estimation, gibberish.

Just have to make it see reason from time to time, Cassie quipped.

Why don’t you just buy a new one?

Funding… or lack of… Cassie pored over the data and double checked the area of scan—a small sector in the Scorpio constellation.

Shit…

What’s wrong? Janet looked over Cassie’s shoulder at the screen.

Damn. I’m so close on this and I can’t find the bugger!

What are you looking for?

A missing planet.

Huh?

It’s been kind of a passion of mine.

Janet looked at the printout Cassie was holding and gave her a quizzical look.

Okay… so do you want the long version or the short one? Cassie inquired.

Janet shrugged, I have time…

Cassie opened the small fridge in the corner and rummaged through, tossing bags and half-empty containers in the garbage. Christ… I work with a bunch of pigs… She grabbed a Coke and offered one to Janet.

Water’s fine.

She tossed Janet a bottle of water, then sat down across from her at the small worktable.

So here it is. You’ve heard of William Herschel?

Yeah, I think so. He discovered Neptune, right?

"Close…Uranus.

Janet giggled.

Hey, a little maturity here! Cassie smiled. Anyway, that was in 1781. When it was discovered, astronomers and mathematicians had a field day with it. They were certain after analyzing the orbit of Uranus that the planet was being pulled off course. True to their predictions, Johann Galle discovered Neptune in 1846. When the orbit of Neptune was analyzed it only partially explained the abnormalities in Uranus’ trajectory. Neptune has perturbations in its orbit as well.

Yeah, but didn’t the discovery of Pluto solve that?

Ah…Pluto! That’s the next piece of the puzzle. 1930…an astronomer by the name of Clyde Tombaugh photographed the obscure planet. The problem is that it may not even be a planet at all. Maybe a rogue moon pulled off course by a large gravitational effect. Pluto doesn’t even behave like a planet; its orbit is so highly elliptical that it crosses into Neptune’s path part of the time. Also, consider Pluto is smaller than Earth’s moon; too small to have any serious effect on Uranus and Neptune. Now to complicate matters, in 2005, Dr. Michael Brown, working at Palomar observatory, found yet another planet. It hardly made the headlines. Now Xena, as they named it, is just a huge chunk of ice. So after this big international conference on astronomy, Pluto and Xena have been demoted to planetoids. And besides, Xena is so far out there, and only one and a half times as large as Pluto, that it couldn’t possibly have an effect on Uranus and Neptune, so that leaves astronomers with a problem.

Which is…? Janet probed.

There’s another planet out there… a big one… like Jupiter or Saturn. Only something massive enough with a large gravitational pull could cause the anomalies in the orbits of the outer planets.

And you intend to find it?

In my spare time. Cassie laughed. Most astronomers have given up the search. Instead, they’ve accepted the idea that the abnormalities were formed early in the creation of the solar system. I, on the other hand, have not.

Just like you to go against the tide.

That’s why I do it in my spare time. Otherwise it would be tantamount to professional suicide. After so many years, no one takes the idea of another planet seriously; in fact, it doesn’t even seem that anyone cares. So I treat it as a hobby. It’s certainly a diversion from categorizing nebulae.

So now what?

Now… Cassie sighed, I rework my calculations. I know there’s some part of the equation I’m missing, but when I figure it out, I’ll find planet X!

Janet just shook her head in mock disbelief, Girl, why couldn’t you find a sensible hobby like gardening or stamp collecting?

’Cause I have no use for little bits of paper, and the only thing you can grow around here are cacti!

Cassie fed new coordinates into the computer to take another scan, this time in the Sagittarius constellation. It would take at least two hours for the scan to complete. Cassie and Janet left the compound and hopped into the Jeep. They decided to head back to town and take in a movie. It was already ninety-five degrees and the theater was air-conditioned. They agreed that even if they had to sit through Paulie the Purple Pig, it would still be preferable to withering in the oppressive heat.

Chapter 3

The Temple of Inanna, City of Ellu-Ezinu

Alal brooded as the temple attendants anointed him with fragrant nard. Today would be his last day as Dumuzi; consort to the goddess, Inanna. He remembered with self-contempt his infatuation with Nintu. He, like many other men in Ellu-Ezinu, had been smitten by her beauty. It was indeed an honor to be chosen to serve the high priestess throughout the year—a year abundant with passion and carnal pleasures. The men from the city often vied with each other for the glad duty of serving in Inanna’s temple.

Alal had been chosen to be the Dumuzi by virtue of his comeliness. He competed with the other men of Ellu-Ezinu for the opportunity to please Nintu—whatever she asked. One never knew what her desire would be. It could be as grand as building her a boat to sail the Tigris or as simple as bringing her a bouquet of exotic flowers. Or in his case, to design a luxurious garment of the finest samite. Much depended on the oracle—a shadowed and ancient ritual hidden from the general public. The choice for Dumuzi was therefore reserved for the high priestess, and the prerequisites were never the same from one year to the next. Alal had suspicions that the choice was really more a matter of Nintu’s whim rather than any magical formula.

Alal’s face soured as he thought about his year of service in the temple. It bore little resemblance to what he had built up in his imagination the previous year. Always rituals to perform, prayers to offer, and Nintu to service when she required it. At first, Alal really loved Nintu; at least he thought he did. But his ardor had gradually faded to indifference and finally to disdain. Within the first month, Alal realized he was nothing more than a phallus for Nintu to use. As with all other Dumuzis, he would be replaced in a year. Alal fumed as he was dressed in the rich robes of the temple. To whoever is picked for the honor of serving Nin, you are welcome to it, my friend, Alal thought darkly. He looked forward to leaving the temple. Alal’s only regret was that he would have to leave Ellu-Ezinu as well. Yet it wouldn’t be as hard for him as it had been for others. He never married and had no living relatives to speak of. Hence, leaving the city wouldn’t be terribly complicated. He had marketable skills as a tailor, and would do quite well in another city.

But the other thing he would miss about the temple was Nintu’s daughter, Kala.

Alal desired the girl. He thought back to the time a few months before, when he had been crossing the courtyard and caught Kala bathing in the pool. Two slave girls pampered her. One massaged her shoulders with perfumed ointment as the other lathered her hair. Being thus distracted, Kala didn’t notice that Alal had secreted himself behind the bushes across the courtyard, watching—lusting.

The girl’s lithe body intrigued Alal. Her breasts were newly formed with perfect nipples that protruded slightly, invitingly. As she arose out of the water, he noticed she was just beginning to sprout pubic hair. She looked beautiful and alluring. The thought of touching her, tasting her, shortened his breath; hardened his penis. Hidden, he continued to watch as he slowly stroked his manhood. Hot and rigid in his hand, Alal found his release, ejaculating on the plants that hid him from view. Later, when alone, he often dreamed of Kala, repeating his lustful act. In this way, his desire transferred from Nintu to Kala.

Alal roused from his reverie as the temple attendants finished his grooming. Nintu strolled into the room to examine Alal’s appearance. His eyes simmered as he glanced up at her.

Oh, must you look so sullen? You knew this day would come.

I did, Lady. I thought your choosing me was a blessing from Inanna. Now I realize it was a curse.

The attendants gasped at Alal’s audacity. No one ever spoke harshly to Nintu. To do so was to invite disaster from the gods. Nevertheless, Nintu ignored his blatant insult and breach of conduct.

What would you have me do, Alal? Am I to change what has always been? Would you have me bring curses down on Ellu-Ezinu, have my people starve with a meager harvest? You, like every Dumuzi before you, have a duty to perform—as do I.

It is bitter dregs to ingest, My Lady.

Nintu nodded at the attendants giving them their leave. Alone now, she was able to be more candid with Alal.

Let us now be honest, shall we? You don’t love me any more than I love you. Your lust for me carried you through the year, but that has even changed of late, yes? Nintu gave him a searing look telling him silently that she wasn’t blind to his shift in allegiance. Anytime Kala was in his presence, his eyes followed the girl’s movements.

Nintu remembered what Kala had said earlier concerning the Azag tribe. At year’s end, their Dumuzi was sacrificed by the Azag people as an offering to Ereshkigal, goddess of the underworld, this to stave off calamity. The Anakim preferred to have little contact with the Azag people. Their ways were barbaric and unacceptable to the more civilized tribes.

Nintu continued. Would you prefer to be treated as the Azag treat their Dumuzi? I think not! At least be pleased with the fact that you will be remembered with honor when you depart Ellu-Ezinu. Farewell Dumuzi. Her tone was flat, Safe journey to the other side.

Nintu turned on her heels and left his chamber. She would have preferred that their words of parting be sweet and kind. She had come with the purpose of sharing pleasures one last time, as custom required. But Alal’s words and demeanor had offended Nintu and left her cold. Now she would no longer address him as among the living.

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During the day’s preparations, Nintu sat with Kala and taught her from the clay tablets in the temple library. They enjoyed a lunch of braised goat stuffed with dates. Nintu sipped honeyed wine while she listened to the tale of Inanna and Dumuzi. Inanna, as the ancient texts recounted, was the daughter of the Goddess Ninhursag and the God Enki. Nintu listened to Kala recite the words from the clay tablet. As Kala read, the story unfolded.

One day, Inanna wished to spend time with her father, Enki. There they feasted and toasted each other with cups of beer. As Enki became more inebriated with the free flowing drink, his praise for Inanna’s beauty became more flagrant. Fourteen times did Enki raise his glass to Inanna! In this way she was able to wrest the Sacred Mes and the Tablet of Destinies from her father.

Kala paused in her reading and asked, Ama what are the Sacred Mes?

They are the holy objects of power and the knowledge of kingship! You see, Inanna took the Enduring Crown and Throne of Heaven. Enki, in his drunkenness, gave the Art of Heroics—that of power, treachery and deceit to Inanna. She duped Enki out of the Perceptive Ear—that which heard the words of Anu, Lord of Lords. Then Inanna took the Boat of Heaven, the only way for Enki to reach the heavenly abode.

But why would she have done such a terrible thing to her father?

Because she could! Nintu laughed at Kala’s innocence. "That is the power, charm and seduction of a woman! Later, however, Inanna paid a terrible price for her treachery.

Inanna sought to wrest control of the waters of life and death from her older sister and mortal enemy, Ereshkigal, Queen of the underworld. But Ereshkigal was furious with Inanna for deceiving their father. And she was no fool either. She knew if Inanna appeared before her wearing the Sacred Mes, power could be wrested from her hands, just as the crime had been perpetrated on her father. So when Inanna arrived in the underworld with the Boat of Heaven, her way was blocked at the first gate by the guards. She was forced to give up the Tablet of Destinies before proceeding farther. Six more times she was stopped at the gates and forced to remove one of the Sacred Mes. Seven times through seven gates this happened until Inanna appeared naked before her sister as was required in the underworld, for no one enters the abode of death clothed. Outraged by her arrogance, Ereshkigal condemned Inanna. Without the protection of the Sacred Mes, Inanna was vulnerable. Ereshkigal spoke the word, releasing the sword of heaven and poor Inanna was struck down where she stood.

Nintu sighed sadly and continued the tale. "Now Ereshkigal gloated over her victory as Inanna’s rotting corpse was hung on a meat hook for all to see and wonder.

"But all was not well, for above, crops failed and sickness ravaged the land. The beasts refused to give milk and cattle did not calve.

Enki grieved over the loss of Inanna, for even though she had deceived him, Enki still loved his daughter. Enki searched the heavens and the Earth for a hero; one who could penetrate the underworld and rescue the dead Inanna. For Enki could not himself without breaking the law of death. He discovered the shepherd king, Dumuzi, and bade him rescue Inanna. Dumuzi agreed, and after many perils through the seven gates of the underworld, he finally found Inanna’s corpse hanging from the meat hook. He gave her the water of life and restored her to the land of the living where he then courted and won her love.

Nintu poured herself another glass of honeyed wine and one for Kala before continuing.

"Of course, when Ereshkigal discovered the result of Enki and Dumuzi’s treachery, she released her cold fury upon the world, for the law of the underworld had been broken. No one can leave the underworld without another taking his place. Ereshkigal demanded that Inanna be returned to the dark abode or she would smite the world with cold and cause all to die of starvation.

"Dumuzi so loved Inanna that he agreed to give himself to Ereshkigal in Inanna’s place for half the year. That is why we have the cold of winter when Dumuzi leaves the underworld. But Ereshkigal removes the winter and allows spring to return when Dumuzi descends back to the underworld.

That is why we reenact the story of Inanna and Dumuzi every spring to honor the gods and to insure a bountiful harvest.

Nintu arose and handed Kala another tablet to read.

I must prepare now to become Inanna tonight. Read this story of Dumuzi. Reading brings understanding!

Ama, I want to stay with you today.

Nintu kissed Kala on the forehead and smiled. After tonight it will be just you and me for the next week."

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Torches were lit in preparation for the night’s festival. This night above all others, the populace would remember Inanna’s journey into the underworld. The holiday was to make ready for spring planting and to insure a bountiful harvest. Although it was a tale of tragedy, most men of the city looked forward to seeing Nintu appear in all her glory. Each wished openly to share her bed. Lustful desires awakened, this would be a night for celebration, drunkenness and carnality. In this way, Inanna, the goddess of fertility, was honored. Her way was the way of love and sexuality. And among all the gods and goddesses, Inanna was most revered for the desires she awakened.

The pregnant moon, full and rich with celestial power, ascended into the sky, a signal for all present to begin the ceremony.

Torches blazing, the temple was lit in every corner, and the seven-tiered pyramid shone with golden splendor. The courtyard surrounding the ziggurat had been transformed into a theater for the populace to observe the reenactment. Four gates had been raised before the structure and three more crowned the ziggurat leading to the pinnacle.

Atop the tower, a veil was stretched between two pillars with a fire blazing behind it. The effect was surreal as bizarre images danced across the translucent material.

Beer and wine flowed freely and the people gathered, eager for a look at the priestess. The masses danced in the streets and very often the men and women, married and unmarried flirted and postured. It mattered little if the night spent with a stranger resulted in pregnancy. Fecundity honored the Goddess.

Murmurs and then applause erupted from the people as the court musicians appeared with drums and timbrels. They began to pound out a driving rhythm; the pulse like a heartbeat that quickened blood. Soon the low drone of lyres and harps joined them, a staccato dance in counterpoint to the mercurial cadence. Finally, the slow sinuous call of the shawm and flute wove a spell over the people as they awaited the appearance of Nintu, dressed in the guise of Inanna. All the Anakim cheered when a cart adorned with flowers of red and yellow, carrying a construct of the Boat of Heaven, was rolled through the city gate. Atop the cart, an object shaped like an obelisk, stood upright. Fish-like fins jutted from the sides halfway from the apex of the structure to the base—wings to prove its celestial origins. The edifice was painted with pure white lime and adorned with symbols of fertility. Soon Inanna would emerge from the Boat of Heaven. Nintu suddenly appeared, dressed in the adornments of royalty. She stood proud, beautiful and glorious to behold. Indeed, she was Inanna!

Nintu donned exotic veils and rich jewelry of chalcedony and lapis lazuli. The white and blue stones offset the yellow, nearly transparent garment she wore and the blue cape that trailed behind her. Nintu held a circular clay tablet she cradled ceremoniously in her hands. Suddenly, temple guards manned the seven gates leading to the temple’s pinnacle. The young men had been bathed and groomed to appear the perfect ideal of masculinity.

The throb of the music suddenly intensified into a fanfare and Nintu began to dance. Her movements were slow, sinuous gyrations with the clay tablet held before her. The dance seemed to express her joy in the artifact she possessed. Subtle expressions of her lips and eyes captivated the crowd with the purity of her form. Nintu artfully manipulated the sentiments of the people until they were caught up in the suggestive sexuality of her movements. When she arrived at the first gate, the music stopped and the two guards barred her way with crossed spears. One called out his rehearsed line.

Entrance is forbidden to you, Inanna, Queen of Heaven, for you wear the Sacred Mes and hold the Tablet of Destinies!

Nintu responded by rubbing her body against one guard and then the other to seduce them into allowing her passage. Neither, however, would budge. This almost always elicited laughter from the crowd, as the priestess’ actions would often cause one or both of the young guards to become erect with desire.

The other guard then called out, O Queen, what will you give to purchase passage?

Nintu replied, I give to you the Tablet of Destinies!

She handed the tablet to the guard as the music built up to a crescendo then subsided. Nintu resumed the dance through the first gate. Her hips swayed to the rhythm and her movements became more seductive as she approached the second gate. Again she was barred entry.

O Lady of Heaven, you may not pass, for you possess the Sacred Mes.

Nintu danced before the guards to gain entry, but again was refused. The other guard intoned, O Queen of Heaven, what will you give to purchase entry?

She replied, I give you the noble, enduring crown of the high priesthood and of Godship!

Nintu removed her headdress and handed it over to the guard as