Re: Dealing With Ninkasi
Nergal snorted. Egyptians were always pissy. He wasn’t sure which big secret Ninkasi was talking about. They all had secrets. Sumerians were just respectful enough to pretend that they did not know each other’s.
His poor cousin looked miserably unhappy. A feeling he often had when he was forced to spend too much time with Greeks. But she seemed unreasonably fond of this young god. He was starting to get curious as to why his father hadn't vaporized the boy yet. He couldn’t do it if Enlil was holding back. He could attempt to cheer ‘Kasi up.
“This is a brilliant body count, cousin,” he said, surveying the scene. “The dismemberments are really well done. I particularly like this one. The knife work is outstanding.” He would have liked to have seen some of that used on the Greeks many years ago. That was one of the things they never talk about.
The bloodshed was over. Nergal was ready to go home. He hoped the rest of his family was starting to feel the same way. “We should get out of this place. I know a nice place in Baghdad where we could get something to eat.” He shrugged his shoulders. “You can bring the Greek.”