“I worshipped god Namu-Sarkkon—behold his shrine. Who loves Namu-Sarkkon becomes what he wishes to become, gains what he wishes to gain.”
“I have heard of these things,” exclaimed the Assyrian. “What did you gain, what did you wish to become?”
“I worshipped here desiring in my heart to be loved by the King of the World.”
“Who is he?”
She dropped her proud glances to the earth before him.
“Who was this King of the World?”
Still she made no reply nor lifted her eyes.
“Who are these figures that stand with us here?” he asked.
“Dead, all dead,” she sighed, “their destinies have closed. Only I renew the destiny.”
She took his hand and led him among the wasting images.