Gilgamesh Immortal (Chronicles of the Nephilim) by Brian Godawa Page A
Authors: Brian Godawa
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many a man in the heat of sexual ecstasy, but this was the first time she knew it was true and real.
Enkidu proudly beamed, “Well then, we shall return to Uruk with Dumuzi and we shall marry.”
This was a man whose lead she would feel safe to follow. A man to whom she wanted to submit with all her heart and soul.
“Yes, my Enkidu, I shall marry you.”
They kissed, and Enkidu’s purr became a growl of desire. That was one thing she knew “civilizing” would not change one bit. And she knew it was tigress time again.
But suddenly, Enkidu pulled away and looked at her. She could see he was troubled, as if struck by a thought like one is struck by a boulder. He spoke with some hesitation, unsure of his reasoning. “If we are to make this commitment for a lifetime of oneness, should we not hold our bodies apart until the ceremony of oneness?”
Shamhat stared at him blankly. The thought had never even occurred to her. But it made perfect sense with the purpose of spiritual unity to wait for physical and ritual unity. She did not know if she would be able to hold back. But his moral reasoning was already impeccably beyond his animal urges.
She did not get a chance to respond because they heard a servant’s scream outside the tent, followed by the barking of the dogs.
Enkidu rushed out to see what the commotion was about. Several of the mastiffs bolted right past him and into the brush on the chase after something. Enkidu saw one of the servants lying on the ground in a pool of blood with his abdomen slashed open, dying. A predator had attacked. But it was on the run now. Or was it?
Enkidu looked around. He smelled the air. He knew who this was. Whatever the mastiffs were after was a diversion. He saw Shamhat exit the tent and approach him. Enkidu placed his hand out to stop her. He was looking past her into the brush behind her. She froze in fear.
She slowly turned around to see a female lioness padding out into the clearing behind her. Their eyes locked and the lioness crouched for attack.
Enkidu yelled out a guttural sound that was a vestige from his past as a Wild Born. It was how he had communicated with the animals around him and they understood him. But the lioness did not even acknowledge Enkidu. It was as if she had never seen him before. He knew this one. He knew that she was vicious and cunning. She had a particular taste for humans, which was unusual in lions. She had a patch of skin and hair missing above one eye, leaving a scar that Enkidu had figured was the source of its particular ferocity.
On the other side of the camp, Dumuzi exited his tent with a spear and two servants with swords and shields. But they were too far away. There was no time. The lioness was seconds from pouncing upon the fragile precious form of Enkidu’s salvation.
He sprinted toward Shamhat.
The Lioness jumped.
Shamhat screamed.
Enkidu met the lioness in midair and the two crashed to the ground.
Shamhat backed away and was pulled to safety by the two servants. Dumuzi prepared to spear the lioness, but he saw Enkidu put his hand up to stop him. Enkidu was going to do this.
The lioness growled and snapped at Enkidu, but he was powerful and skilled at wrestling with animals. He flipped around in the dust until he was on its back and clutching its throat in a choke hold. The lioness thrashed and clawed, but Enkidu was like a boa constrictor wrapped around it, and he was not letting go.
The lioness could breathe no more. With a couple of final spasms, it blacked out, falling limp. Enkidu then grabbed its head and with a mighty heave, broke its neck to kill it. The loud crack was sickening to Shamhat. But she had been saved by her lover and hero. A man who had just recently himself been a wild animal had killed one of his own to protect her. His transformation was complete.
But then Enkidu fell to his knees and wept. Shamhat did not understand why. Was he mourning the loss of his untamed past? Were the implications of
Enkidu proudly beamed, “Well then, we shall return to Uruk with Dumuzi and we shall marry.”
This was a man whose lead she would feel safe to follow. A man to whom she wanted to submit with all her heart and soul.
“Yes, my Enkidu, I shall marry you.”
They kissed, and Enkidu’s purr became a growl of desire. That was one thing she knew “civilizing” would not change one bit. And she knew it was tigress time again.
But suddenly, Enkidu pulled away and looked at her. She could see he was troubled, as if struck by a thought like one is struck by a boulder. He spoke with some hesitation, unsure of his reasoning. “If we are to make this commitment for a lifetime of oneness, should we not hold our bodies apart until the ceremony of oneness?”
Shamhat stared at him blankly. The thought had never even occurred to her. But it made perfect sense with the purpose of spiritual unity to wait for physical and ritual unity. She did not know if she would be able to hold back. But his moral reasoning was already impeccably beyond his animal urges.
She did not get a chance to respond because they heard a servant’s scream outside the tent, followed by the barking of the dogs.
Enkidu rushed out to see what the commotion was about. Several of the mastiffs bolted right past him and into the brush on the chase after something. Enkidu saw one of the servants lying on the ground in a pool of blood with his abdomen slashed open, dying. A predator had attacked. But it was on the run now. Or was it?
Enkidu looked around. He smelled the air. He knew who this was. Whatever the mastiffs were after was a diversion. He saw Shamhat exit the tent and approach him. Enkidu placed his hand out to stop her. He was looking past her into the brush behind her. She froze in fear.
She slowly turned around to see a female lioness padding out into the clearing behind her. Their eyes locked and the lioness crouched for attack.
Enkidu yelled out a guttural sound that was a vestige from his past as a Wild Born. It was how he had communicated with the animals around him and they understood him. But the lioness did not even acknowledge Enkidu. It was as if she had never seen him before. He knew this one. He knew that she was vicious and cunning. She had a particular taste for humans, which was unusual in lions. She had a patch of skin and hair missing above one eye, leaving a scar that Enkidu had figured was the source of its particular ferocity.
On the other side of the camp, Dumuzi exited his tent with a spear and two servants with swords and shields. But they were too far away. There was no time. The lioness was seconds from pouncing upon the fragile precious form of Enkidu’s salvation.
He sprinted toward Shamhat.
The Lioness jumped.
Shamhat screamed.
Enkidu met the lioness in midair and the two crashed to the ground.
Shamhat backed away and was pulled to safety by the two servants. Dumuzi prepared to spear the lioness, but he saw Enkidu put his hand up to stop him. Enkidu was going to do this.
The lioness growled and snapped at Enkidu, but he was powerful and skilled at wrestling with animals. He flipped around in the dust until he was on its back and clutching its throat in a choke hold. The lioness thrashed and clawed, but Enkidu was like a boa constrictor wrapped around it, and he was not letting go.
The lioness could breathe no more. With a couple of final spasms, it blacked out, falling limp. Enkidu then grabbed its head and with a mighty heave, broke its neck to kill it. The loud crack was sickening to Shamhat. But she had been saved by her lover and hero. A man who had just recently himself been a wild animal had killed one of his own to protect her. His transformation was complete.
But then Enkidu fell to his knees and wept. Shamhat did not understand why. Was he mourning the loss of his untamed past? Were the implications of
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