Day light quickly came, he was excited to discuss with the strange woman, but she was asleep.
He waited for hours but she will not wake, till night came again.
it went on, for 6 days that she kept him quiet, and most of the times pretended to be asleep.
On the 7th day she was awake and he woke up to meet her, but he has become grumpy and sad.
THE ISREALITE said, "what is it with all this attitude, is not that I am attracted to you,"
"she looked at him,"
he said, "there! Exactly what I am saying, you don't even laugh,"
"I can not laugh ISREALITE, my laughter ignites the soul, it sometimes drive men to get mad.
but I am simply mad at you for ignoring me when I had alot to tell you.
"I am sorry" the ISREALITE responded. rubbing his hand on his head and blushing a little.
then she pose him a question, "what do you think of those men that fought against king Sargon of Akkad?"
The ISREALITE, taking his time to respond, slowly answered,
"if I was among them, Maybe, I would have drawn my sword as well, maybe, I would have acted foolishly.
"I refuse to speak with you for all those days, because I couldn't keep myself to be.
I was deeply hungry for answers, to understand the words of kalumtum, even now I have not fully understand them.
I can still feel those words, what are they fighting for? "Is it because of the words of kalumtum or is it because they feel cheated?
I myself do not know the reason?"
But here is what I know, I think I understand their feeling.
I am a man without memories, but I think I understand feeling.
it was their throne, every man has a throne in them, when you allow your throne control you, then you will make mistakes, but when you control your throne, you will become a wise king.
this men that do this things, allow their throne to rule them, they fight for what they think is lasting, but they do them in anger.
"Hmmmm beautifully said, ISREALITE,"
the woman quietly responds, "before I continue, you wanted to speak to me about something, tell me what it is,"
"oh yes" the ISREALITE began speaking,
"I remembered something from my past, I remember the prison guard, the woman inside me discussed with me about a Babylonian warrior, "called Nammu, the slayer of 30,000 men, the leader of babel soldiers,
Such power, but he will not tell me his story, how did he become a prison guard?"
The strange woman said, "this is amazing, ISREALITE, it is a good progress, but I will tell you this,
" from Babylon to the ends of the earth, they are waiting for you," now will you allow me sleep?
"But you still owe me some conversation," the ISREALITE replied in surprised, "why does she sleep so quick? expressing tiredness.
But what does she mean when she said "Babylon to the ends of the earth they are waiting for me" I hate this thing, it keeps me thinking.
Now I take you to the King's bedroom, his concubine beside him, his beautiful walls arrayed in gold and blue, the beauty is outstanding, making up for the news about Babylon, it is not untrue, it is the richest kingdom in the world.
Behold, the king, he is in distress, worried about the people.
"am I not a good King?"
Sargon questions himself, as he begin to ponder.
he has been on this question, ever since the little war from his own people.
Pacing from left to right, looking at the concubine on his bed he pose a question to her,
"tell me, I pray thee, of what kind of king I am?"
The concubine, swiftly moving towards the restless king,
"oh my gracious king, why trouble yourself with such thoughts? yet you have shown me much love, however, I see great depths and wisdom in your inquiry.
I have stumbled myself on a knowledge, that kindness, is impossible to be shown to everyone, the people you show kindness to will always call you good and faithful"
Sargon, being fully perplexed, "wow, I have never thought of you to have such wisdom, I do not desire to marry another, I would have made you one, tell me your name,"
she responds softly, "I am Dinah my king"
"oh you are from Israel, well is not like there's any ISREAL nation again, but I see now where that wisdom comes from.
I am curious, tell me the meaning of your name,
"Dinah is of judgement my king",
the king sighs deeply, and his restlessness continue even greatly, he bagan pacing again,
"so you do tell me, that I have just bed with judgement? Ha, funny, I think now that there's no escape for what is to come for me, but I am worried still, Dinah, I am even now most worried".
The king is dressed and entered his palace, "please bring me Nabonidus, the amazing poet.
I am in distress, I need something, anything he will desire to settle my mood, or bring answers to my spirit, I have been burdened for too long."
"Nabonidus is at the gate"!, the butler yelled, pushing the door open.
Nabonidus have entered,
"oh my great poet and writer, please harvest from your quiver, amazing writings, that will settle my mood, however you are allowed to speak what you want"
Nabonidus speaks, "oh thank you, my great king, you bless me always, by this things you do for me"
"Oh Nabonidus, there's no time for flattering words, I am in distress, deliver me now I pray you.
"As you desire, my king" Nabonidus softly replies.
Nabonidus is about to begin his poetry, the deepness and hardness of his voice, the beauty on his face, his dark dreadlocks causing the women's heart to melt, he is beautiful.
Now he opens his mouth with his two friends playing soothing sounds behind him...
There be a lesson, but there's no leaner amongst us
The gods brought lessons but waves tossed and took them away
Wise men came from the north, we have brought lessons they yell!
But no, they have meet a war and their wisdom is and was no more heard
Bring us a seer
Find us a necromancer
Summon the great magicians
We are in pursuit, but what do we pursue
We are thoughtless, mindless, wicked even more, blind
We do not need a seer
We do not need the dead to speak
We do not want to be hypnotized
Neither do we want to be turned into frogs
Ka ah lum ah tum
This short spell have done more magic
But here comes a storm, the best comes to take the best
The best needs not stay for the rest
The rest do not know the best
So be it
As we listen to the wind, it speaks of another, another will rise.