The Tiamat, in: Refugees from Yort (Part Three)
The Tiamat, in:
Refugees from Yort
((Part Three of Three, to: ‘The Tiamat and the Demonic Stampede’) (6820 BC))
King Thesas III
Cursed by the Tiamat
The Tiamat shaped her mouth
Saying to the Queen, “My servants’,
You, you Queen Ellen: the whore
To King Thesas the III
May say this to them,
‘Your God hats me—me!
And I hate them…
And if I cannot live in their city
And have to turn my face
To the seas, I will destroy Yort
Rain down on her—
Like a giant bird, a vicious fish,
And she will pour out her soul
Like showers of wheat.”’
And so it was, a stampede with the
Demigods of old, for domination
Of the city of Yort!
Note: 6-28-2009 (No: 2535)
The Stampede of the demigods were heard around the Mediterranean Sea, all the way to the Black Sea, to the land of the pre Hittites (the Catal Huyuk Culture, which did not survive past 5700 BC, but lived as far back as 7500 BC and shared the same blood as the Yorkites, but up and disappeared, an unknown extinction, it is was said, they disappeared about a generation after the disappearance of the demigods, sometime after a great flood, of which there were several in this area of the world, and after the death of Sinned); and the echo of York traveled all the way to Amazon Female Warriors of Konya Plain, to Kish, and Uruk, and Damascus. The Queen, Queen Ellen and her daughter, had asked for help from these pre-Hittites from Cappadocia and in eastern Anatolia. Offered them tons of silver, which was generally found in that area and mined, and sold to Yort, and throughout the region, and old world…her people were now persons in exile…
Upon the Queen’s arrival back at Yort, after visiting Sinned in Pergamum, within a matter of minutes it was already beginning to seem unreal, Princess Fatemeh by her side, and King Thesas the III, still in the underground vault. That would be the boom of their memories, in years to come, she was on her own. It does no good to go over the stampede again; the evacuation had started of Yort. Some twenty-thousand people take a long time to move to nowhere. Yort, and its outskirts were no longer a pleasant place. Ragged soldiers, mud-holes crowded with civilians, bundles laying abrupt, bedding, sewing things, babies, broken carts, all in the mud and the drizzling rain. There were more people piling up outside the gates of Yort, and no means to evacuate them, and no place to go. In the empty fields, and farm houses were the only places people could sleep, or down the dark side of streets, but even there were mud puddles, some too deep to go through, you had to go around them.
The Queen banged on doors, now in bare feet; she had only one blanket herself. It looked bad. Then she found Rufa, the son of the commander that knew Sinned, he had a platoon of some fifty soldiers with him and he was an officer. He had ten carts, and asked her, along with his soldiers, that evening to put blankets on those carts, and sleep in them, inside the fortress, waiting for word from the pre Hittites, to see if they’d assist in the evacuation, as the city continued to burn for a week.
“This refugee business was hell all right,” said the Queen to Rufa, who had been taking the wounded out in the carts outside of the fortress to be cared for by the others, and in the process the whole area was infested with the dying, and malaria, and no one able to kill the mosquitoes, and they were flying in the faces of everyone. The Queen and her daughter during these days, took big doses of sleeping potions, and repeated the process of caring for the wounded, as the Tiamat fought Marduk, and the other demigods, stomped through the city, on a rampage. Wherever the Queen slept, in the carts, in the farmer’s house, it was now all crawling with lice. Hungry lice, even the cots in the farm houses were full of lice. And Rufa, would say, “Queen Ellen, these fellows are nothing. You ought to see the real grownup ones!”
Madame Rosalina, a big CatalHuyuk woman, gave the Queen what little bread and wine she had, served in her small cramped dinning room, the queen still complain, said to her, “The room was lousy, Madame,” and she simply said back (cheerfully), “I agree it is, but it is better than sleeping in the road!”
“I agree that it is,” remarked the Queen, and the Queen went out with the Princess and Rufa, waiting for the tribal king from the East, near the Black Sea, to rescue them with food, lodging, and bedding, it was still drizzling, and the landscape still muddy and there was an eternal procession of humanity moving along the stone roads and ruins in the city and in the woods, aimlessly.
Many of the stream of Yorkites, were moving slow and sodden, fleeing peasantry south, to southeast, hoping to meet the CatalHuyuk leaders, with big wheeled bullock and buffalo carts, bobbing camels, trains and rains of people, a long stream, ragged, with rain soaked cloths. At one point, all the Yorkites were being routed to the east, to meet the Calvary of men from the CatalHuyuk lands. There was one ragged looking hungry farmer on the back of a cart, not allowing the Queen space to ride, and so she walked, she was too tired to demand, and becoming too humble to request, and Rufa saw this man, he was ragged, a farmer and he pulled him out from off the cart, picked him up and threw him like a rabbit to the side of the road. Kicked spuds into his side, smashed him in the face a couple of times, he shouted at the top of his voice, the man now had a bloody face, and wild eyes, not understanding what it was he did, and was allowed back into his cart, but only because the queen allowed it, and he made room for her. Nobody in the line of march had paid any attention to the incident.
When they had crossed over the bridge, between the boundaries of Yort and CatalHuyuk far-lands, they were greeted by the CatalHuyuk army, and the rains kept coming, coming, and coming. There was talk about a great flood in the makings, that Sinned had predicted one. The Queen accepted a glass of wine, from the CatalHuyuk king, “But what about my poor people out there in the road?” said the Queen.
“Oh well,” the king shrugged. “It is always that way with the people. They will be scattered, we cannot help them all, but you and your soldiers we can, under my command, and you as one of my wife?”
She stood up, straight and disheveled, looked toward Yort, and knew the king would die were he was, and the demigods would not leave until every brick was torn down, “Yes,” she said, “it is better than the street? Eh?”
No: 424/ 6-28-2009
Refugees from Yort
((Part Three of Three, to: ‘The Tiamat and the Demonic Stampede’) (6820 BC))
King Thesas III
Cursed by the Tiamat
The Tiamat shaped her mouth
Saying to the Queen, “My servants’,
You, you Queen Ellen: the whore
To King Thesas the III
May say this to them,
‘Your God hats me—me!
And I hate them…
And if I cannot live in their city
And have to turn my face
To the seas, I will destroy Yort
Rain down on her—
Like a giant bird, a vicious fish,
And she will pour out her soul
Like showers of wheat.”’
And so it was, a stampede with the
Demigods of old, for domination
Of the city of Yort!
Note: 6-28-2009 (No: 2535)
The Stampede of the demigods were heard around the Mediterranean Sea, all the way to the Black Sea, to the land of the pre Hittites (the Catal Huyuk Culture, which did not survive past 5700 BC, but lived as far back as 7500 BC and shared the same blood as the Yorkites, but up and disappeared, an unknown extinction, it is was said, they disappeared about a generation after the disappearance of the demigods, sometime after a great flood, of which there were several in this area of the world, and after the death of Sinned); and the echo of York traveled all the way to Amazon Female Warriors of Konya Plain, to Kish, and Uruk, and Damascus. The Queen, Queen Ellen and her daughter, had asked for help from these pre-Hittites from Cappadocia and in eastern Anatolia. Offered them tons of silver, which was generally found in that area and mined, and sold to Yort, and throughout the region, and old world…her people were now persons in exile…
Upon the Queen’s arrival back at Yort, after visiting Sinned in Pergamum, within a matter of minutes it was already beginning to seem unreal, Princess Fatemeh by her side, and King Thesas the III, still in the underground vault. That would be the boom of their memories, in years to come, she was on her own. It does no good to go over the stampede again; the evacuation had started of Yort. Some twenty-thousand people take a long time to move to nowhere. Yort, and its outskirts were no longer a pleasant place. Ragged soldiers, mud-holes crowded with civilians, bundles laying abrupt, bedding, sewing things, babies, broken carts, all in the mud and the drizzling rain. There were more people piling up outside the gates of Yort, and no means to evacuate them, and no place to go. In the empty fields, and farm houses were the only places people could sleep, or down the dark side of streets, but even there were mud puddles, some too deep to go through, you had to go around them.
The Queen banged on doors, now in bare feet; she had only one blanket herself. It looked bad. Then she found Rufa, the son of the commander that knew Sinned, he had a platoon of some fifty soldiers with him and he was an officer. He had ten carts, and asked her, along with his soldiers, that evening to put blankets on those carts, and sleep in them, inside the fortress, waiting for word from the pre Hittites, to see if they’d assist in the evacuation, as the city continued to burn for a week.
“This refugee business was hell all right,” said the Queen to Rufa, who had been taking the wounded out in the carts outside of the fortress to be cared for by the others, and in the process the whole area was infested with the dying, and malaria, and no one able to kill the mosquitoes, and they were flying in the faces of everyone. The Queen and her daughter during these days, took big doses of sleeping potions, and repeated the process of caring for the wounded, as the Tiamat fought Marduk, and the other demigods, stomped through the city, on a rampage. Wherever the Queen slept, in the carts, in the farmer’s house, it was now all crawling with lice. Hungry lice, even the cots in the farm houses were full of lice. And Rufa, would say, “Queen Ellen, these fellows are nothing. You ought to see the real grownup ones!”
Madame Rosalina, a big CatalHuyuk woman, gave the Queen what little bread and wine she had, served in her small cramped dinning room, the queen still complain, said to her, “The room was lousy, Madame,” and she simply said back (cheerfully), “I agree it is, but it is better than sleeping in the road!”
“I agree that it is,” remarked the Queen, and the Queen went out with the Princess and Rufa, waiting for the tribal king from the East, near the Black Sea, to rescue them with food, lodging, and bedding, it was still drizzling, and the landscape still muddy and there was an eternal procession of humanity moving along the stone roads and ruins in the city and in the woods, aimlessly.
Many of the stream of Yorkites, were moving slow and sodden, fleeing peasantry south, to southeast, hoping to meet the CatalHuyuk leaders, with big wheeled bullock and buffalo carts, bobbing camels, trains and rains of people, a long stream, ragged, with rain soaked cloths. At one point, all the Yorkites were being routed to the east, to meet the Calvary of men from the CatalHuyuk lands. There was one ragged looking hungry farmer on the back of a cart, not allowing the Queen space to ride, and so she walked, she was too tired to demand, and becoming too humble to request, and Rufa saw this man, he was ragged, a farmer and he pulled him out from off the cart, picked him up and threw him like a rabbit to the side of the road. Kicked spuds into his side, smashed him in the face a couple of times, he shouted at the top of his voice, the man now had a bloody face, and wild eyes, not understanding what it was he did, and was allowed back into his cart, but only because the queen allowed it, and he made room for her. Nobody in the line of march had paid any attention to the incident.
When they had crossed over the bridge, between the boundaries of Yort and CatalHuyuk far-lands, they were greeted by the CatalHuyuk army, and the rains kept coming, coming, and coming. There was talk about a great flood in the makings, that Sinned had predicted one. The Queen accepted a glass of wine, from the CatalHuyuk king, “But what about my poor people out there in the road?” said the Queen.
“Oh well,” the king shrugged. “It is always that way with the people. They will be scattered, we cannot help them all, but you and your soldiers we can, under my command, and you as one of my wife?”
She stood up, straight and disheveled, looked toward Yort, and knew the king would die were he was, and the demigods would not leave until every brick was torn down, “Yes,” she said, “it is better than the street? Eh?”
No: 424/ 6-28-2009
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