That morning, Gilgamesh sat in his bedchamber, his expression dark.
"Without a doubt, that woman Ishtar has gone mad."
He glanced at the sun that had just risen over the horizon, the dark circles beneath his eyes plainly visible.
He had not slept the night before, and he did not look particularly alert now—nor could he have been.
"What did Utu say to you this morning?"
Annanu frowned slightly as he asked.
That morning, the sun god Utu—Ishtar's elder brother—had come to Uruk. He first found Annanu and Enkidu and, while the two stared at him in utter confusion, patted both of them on the head. Then he went to see Gilgamesh and spoke with Uruk's king, the object of his sister's affections, for a long while before finally leaving just now.
Before departing, he patted Annanu and Enkidu on the head again, leaving the pair utterly bewildered.
"It was about his idiot sister."
Gilgamesh let out a long sigh, pressing a hand to his forehead as he kneaded his temples.
"What happened? Is it serious?"
Enkidu sat down beside Gilgamesh, looking somewhat worried.
".I don't know whether to call it serious or not serious." Gilgamesh looked profoundly troubled and shook his head. "In any case, after Ishtar returned to her temple last night, she had been resting perfectly well. Then, out of nowhere, she went mad and flew off. Before she left, she even blew apart the stone bed she had used for hundreds of years with her divine power."
"Siduri is leading a group of people in repairing it now."
Yes, the damage she caused herself had a whole group of people scrambling after it. Siduri had already been busy enough, and now she had another job that should not have been hers to do.
"She went back