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matter of political opinion, but of reality. The government is bankrupt. There is no more to give. We cannot spend what we do not have.”
    “You call that blathering ‘wisdom’?” complained Yahipan. “I want a solution, not a contest of blame!”
    Enoch frowned and then quickly banished it. This was not a contest of blame, these were the bald facts. All the other cities such as Erech, Eridu, and Larak faced these same facts. The strongest economic cities were all collapsing. The giants had been brought to all these cities to accomplish mighty feats of industry for the Rephaim. The purpose had been to glorify the gods and build an empire of power for the pantheon. But it had all gotten out of control. Now, the entire civilization was in jeopardy of collapsing. The giants were large, strong, warrior-like, and organized. They appointed leaders to press their demands upon the Rephaim rulers of all the cities. Revolution seemed inevitable.
    T he victims in all this turmoil were the average citizens, the backbone of the civilization. These were the ones Enoch felt were exploited at the expense of this class warfare for power. The society appeared to be an advancement of civilization, but Enoch believed it moved toward the inevitable centralization of power into the hands of the elite priestly caste, of which he was one. It remained a point of cognitive dissonance for him.
    His position made him privy to the myriad of government archives compiled by their scribes, registering every aspect of the lives of its citizens. Births, deaths, genealogies, land transfers, tax records, all were used to drain every ounce of income tax, land tax, head tax and death tax from every soul.
    I t would seem that slaves, in comparison, had a less complicated life. At least they were called what they actually were. The average citizen became a slave without that name. He worked hard on his farm or in the marketplace, earned an honest wage to take care of his simple family, paid his taxes to the realm, worshiped his gods, and left others alone to seek their own happiness. This average man and his family had his life sucked out of him by taxes and government control, only to end his life in Sheol, forgotten and never to return. Was this the will of the gods? It made Enoch weep at night and question his devotion to the pantheon. He felt that he was a man stuck in the middle, trying to make both sides happy, the ruling elite of the gods, and the common citizens who served that divine council. He felt a miserable failure.
    “Apkallu! Are you listening to me, maggot?!” Yahipan’s outburst brought Enoch back to the immediate moment. “I will whack your skull from your spine.” He raised his hand.
    Thamaq stopped him. “Brother, he is not worth your energy. We have been apprised of the facts by our servants. Let us withdraw to our chambers and determine our course of action.”
    Yahipan looked at Thamaq. A slight glint of lust in his eyes brought a smirk to Yahipan’s face.
    Enmeduranki turned to Enoch. “Where is your son , the apprentice? If he is to become a sage, would not this situation be essential to his learning?”
    “Forgive me, my lord,” replied Enoch. “If you will excuse me, I will go and brief him.” Enoch bowed and left the room. He did not even have the beginning of an idea where in the world his rascally son Methuselah was. But he had a good idea of who he might be with.

Chapter 7
    Methuselah swung the pear-shaped mace down toward the skull of his adversary, a fifteen-year old girl named Edna. She raised her shield and blocked it effectively, then parried with her own mace.
    He barked, “Excellent, runt!”
    Methuselah was a strapping twenty-year old handsome young man. His unusual blue eyes often drew the teasing of his companions, saying that he was a Bene ha Elohim , or more likely a product of their union with the daughters of men. It was not true, but he played along with it because he liked standing out from the