Shamhat was still with Enkidu.
Once she had confirmed that Enkidu would at least not harm her, Shamhat finally grew bolder.
Now she knelt on the ground before Enkidu, watching him. The woman and the monster looked as though they were competing to see who could remain motionless longer.
But in truth, Shamhat was thinking.
How was she supposed to take this monster back to Uruk?
Earlier, she had gathered some vines and tried to tie them around Enkidu's neck, intending to lead him back to Uruk like an ox.
But strangely, the monster's neck could not be bound—its body seemed to be made of mud, utterly incapable of being restrained by something like a rope.
Then Shamhat tried to tame the beast. She picked some wild fruit and placed it before him, hoping to use it to befriend this monster.
But... it seemed this monster did not need to eat.
So the wild fruit ultimately ended up in Shamhat's own stomach.
She had been busy all day. Sitting down before Enkidu again, she let out a somewhat frustrated sigh.
"Beautiful beast, beautiful divine beast, could you answer me?"
She moved a little closer to Enkidu and gently touched his broad body with her slender little fingers.
"I want to take you to Uruk, to the land of humans."
"My king, the king of Uruk, is waiting for you in that prosperous city-state. Waiting for all of you."
Enkidu still showed no reaction. Since morning, he had sat there blankly, without moving, as though he had no life at all.
Shamhat's mouth twitched.
Night was already approaching.
Waves of chill swept across Shamhat's delicate skin, making her shiver.
"It's so cold here..."
She pursed her lips, breathed twice into her hands, and sighed.
She glanced at Enkidu, who was still