To those who are wondering:
Me and Amniel are writing this book together (I write a chapter, he writes a chapter...) So I am only posting all of them. The third chapter will be out soon (enough)
Ashurbanipal
Chapter Two
To have each man his own master is ruin; there must be one master, one king.
-Homer
The burning disc of the sun god Shamash ascended from behind the mountains and laid its light upon the countless stone roofs of Babylon. The light divided the great city to two parts, that of sunlight and that of shadows. The division moved forward as the sun rose higher, and it drew ever closer to the palace standing on top of the city. As it reached the magnificent palace, different shades of red and yellow began their dance along the tall marble pillars, the wide golden gates and the long hallways of the building. From on top of the palace roof, a lone man wrapped in brilliant indigo watched a new day dawn for his city.
The ancient city of Babylon was coming to life. The high governor of Babylonia surveyed the buzz of people below him like divine Ashur looks down on the lives of mortal men. He saw merchants rushing to their many attractive shops, bakers preparing their ovens, and soldiers beginning their daily training. All these appeared as only tiny figures to Nabopolassar. Who were they but lowly subjects to rule? Nothing but mere servants who carried out his will.
Insignificant. Dirt. Common men.
Nabopolassar scoffed at the last word appearing in his mind. Like a god he watched over their pitiful lives and gave them meaning and purpose. Like a god...
“Marvelling the beauty of the rising sun, are we now? I never knew you had an eye for the humble beauty of nature,” spoke a familiar voice from behind him. “...my lord,” the voice quickly added. Nabopolassar instantly recognised the sarcastic quality in the voice, and turning around simply confirmed his suspicions.
“Were it indeed so, Assar-Amniel. If I’d the time to do that I probably would. I’m sure as a general, you can appreciate the amount of time wasted governing fools,” answered Nabopolassar coldly, knowing that the general would only be there because something was amiss. Was the damn king finally dead?
“Indeed, but I’d rather stick to governing fools than rational men. Someday they might realise that they can use that little mind of theirs to choose for themselves. We can’t have that happening, can we?” Amniel answered sarcastically and flashed his usual accursed grin.
“As much as I enjoy talking to you, it isn’t worth wasting my valuable time. Get to the point.”
“Ah, still the skillful orator, I see. Very well, I shall do as you ask...for once.” Amniel grinned again. “No, king Pal isn’t dead...yet. Instead, our mighty King Pal has, in his endless wisdom, decided to appoint Ashur-Etil-Ilani as his heir. Of course this isn’t public yet, but it will be soon,” as he spoke, Nabopolassar’s eyes varied from extremely narrow when General Amniel called the king “Pal” to bulging out of their sockets as he reached the name of Ilani.
After a prolonged silence Nabopolassar came to voice again and asked, “Who knows this?”
“Aram, the leader of the King’s ‘secret guard’, as well as Ilani and a certain spy of ours.” Amniel seemed as though he was thinking hard, “Oh and if I’m not completely mistaken the king might know as well.” Another silence. Another grin.
“So the hour draws near. I will need someone close to the king when this plays out,” Nabopolassar said, now lost in thought.
“Let me guess, so you want me to go? Are you sure this is not just a ploy to get rid of me?” Amniel raised his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner.
“No, that is not why.”But it will certainly make the plan all the more sweeter, added Nabopolassar in his mind.
“So you have a reason to send specifically me to Nineveh?” asked Amniel.
“Yes. I want you to quietly smuggle soldiers near the city, so that we can strike quickly when the time arrives.”
“This is not my first time waging a war, Nabopolassar, however shocking it may be to you. I know how to do my job,” answered Amniel, a steel edge now entering his voice.
“That is not what worries me. What does worry me is that you follow my orders in the way you understand them, which often greatly differs from mine.”
“Have I ever done that?” Amniel gave a wide smirk.
Nabopolassar ignored him and continued: “Make your preparations and get going as soon as possible. You may leave my presence.” Amniel took a sharp turn without further ado, his layered bronze armour gleaming in the sunlight as he swiftly left the roof.
Nabopolassar plummeted back fully into his thoughts. Like a god...
