…Shiduri, the tavern keeper, sat,
at the edge of the Great Ocean,
her golden brewing-vat resting by her side.
Gilgamesh, whose heart was still full of anguish,
strode toward her…
‘This desperate man must be a murderer,’ thought Shiduri,
‘Why else would he be heading straight for me?’
She locked the lid of her brewing-vat and stood in front of it.
Gilgamesh heard the lock click and looked up.
There stood Shiduri staring at him, “Who are you,
and where are you going?” she said.
“I am the king of Wall-Girt Uruk,” said Gilgamesh, “I am
going to find Utnapishtim, so that I can ask him about the Herb of Immortality.”
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