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Updated: June 12, 2025
It was a heavily built, intricately decorated piece of polished goldwood, four feet high and eight feet across, set in a sturdy goldwood frame. The arch above the gate reached a good ten feet, giving The Chief plenty of room to stand. He was just climbing up to stand on the gate itself as Anketam turned. Chief Samas was a tall man, lean of face and wide of brow.
Anketam still couldn't force his mind to function. "Haven't you heard? The Invaders have been looting and burning every castle in their path! And the women " Lady Samas in danger! Something crystallized in Anketam's mind. He pointed in the direction of the castle. "Get back there!" he snapped. "Get everyone out of the castle! Save all the valuables you can!
There's a ground-car coming down the road with four Invaders in it." Lady Samas looked up at him, her fine old face calm and emotionless. "Let them come," she said. "We can't stop them, Anketam. And we have nothing to lose." Three minutes later, the ground-car pulled up in front of the hut. Anketam watched silently as one of the men got out. The other three stayed in the car, their handguns ready.
Everyone on Chief Samas' barony and the others around it expected trouble to come from the north, from the Frozen Country, if and when it came. They didn't look to the west, where the real trouble was brewing.
Vaisampayana said, "While the illustrious son of Pandu continued to dwell in the Dwaita woods, that great forest became filled with Brahmanas. And the lake within that forest, ever resounding with Vedic recitations, became sacred like a second region of Brahma. And the sounds of the Yajus, the Riks, the Samas, and other words uttered by the Brahmanas, were exceedingly delightful to hear.
Anketam found himself yelling as loud as anyone. The pronunciation and the idiom of the speech of the Chiefs was subtly different from those of the farmers, but Anketam could recognize the emphasis that his Chief was putting on the words of his speech. "Invaders." With a capital "I." The Chief held up his hands, and the cheering died. At the same time, the face of Chief Samas lost its smile.
The whole work figures, inscriptions, and outer mouldings is executed with the utmost care. The laborious solicitude with which the smallest details are carried out is to be explained by the destination of this little plaque, namely, the temple in the centre of Sippara in which a triad consisting of Sin, Samas, and Istar was the object of worship.
Kevenoe was on The Chief's staff at the castle. Like many staff men including, Anketam thought wryly, his own brother Russat, on occasion he tended to lord it over the farmers who worked the land. "Kevenoe has an eye on Zillia?" he asked after a moment. "I understand he's asked Chief Samas for her as soon as she's eighteen. That would be this fall, after harvest."
A visual chorus of shaken heads accompanied the verbal chorus of "No." Chief Samas dropped his hands to his sides. "I thought not. But I will repeat: If any of you want to go to the Invaders, you may do so now." Anketam noticed a faint movement to his right, but it stopped before it became decisive.
The dominant city promoted its own gods over the heads of their fellows and modified for a time which might be long or short, the comparative importance of the Chaldæan divinities. Sin, the moon god, headed the list during the supremacy of Ur, Samas during that of Larsam. With the rise of Assyria its national god, Assur, doubtless a supreme god of the heavens, acquired an uncontested pre-eminence.
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