Speak to my lord: Thus says Erra-gamil, your servant.Even the king needed to get up and brush his hair.
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.)