Kigal sat in her courtyard, basking in the midmorning light and breathing in the steam wafting from the mint tea courtesy of Hannahanna. She found herself enjoying the light’s warmth even more now that her sleep was untroubled. Nightmares of her mother’s shade no longer plagued her, not since she’d fallen ill. Perhaps the medicine Nergal brought had helped more ailments than one. Though, sitting in the rays of the sun, she couldn’t help but continue to wonder why Utu had helped Tammuz against his sister. She had tried asking him, but each time he fell silent or changed the topic. It could be that it was a sore spot, or he merely didn’t want to confirm it was his doing. Inanna’s wrath would be brutal, but even she wouldn’t dare to strike out at the sun.
“There’s a priestess, Enheduanna.” N
