Thursday, January 30, 2014

Brushing the King's Hair

Sometimes mundane details appear in ancient texts that show how human the ancients were.
Speak to my lord: Thus says Erra-gamil, your servant.

May Shamash and Nergal keep you in good health for 3600 years for my sake!

The king rose early in the morning, dressed his hair, and made his son sit on the throne. But he with his help sets out over and over for Kashir, saying thus: "When they treat my city badly [. . .]

(M. Stol. Letters from Yale [Leiden: E. J. Brill, 1981], 17.)
 Even the king needed to get up and brush his hair.