gilgamesh in the outback

“Elizabeth’s people had already set out before anything was known of the scheme.”, “Of course,” Lovecraft went on, “there were other princes of the Outback that King Henry might have approached. King Henry’s expecting us to negotiate an alliance for him. “Turn the place into Hell?” Now the New Dead were bringing in such devices as radios and helicopters and computers, and everyone was speaking English, so that once again Gilgamesh, who had grudgingly learned the new-fangled Greek long ago when Agamemnon and his crew had insisted on it, was forced to master yet another tongue-twisting, intricate language. Fast!”. Drawing together, a tight little ground, horses nose to nose. Veins bulged in his forehead; the sutures that held his wound burst and blood flowed down his arm; and still he strained to throw Enkidu to the ground, and still Enkidu held his place. “Yes, I’ve seen them together many times, in that dirty squalid tavern where Mandeville’s always to be found. Howard, gun in hand, leaned forward to inspect the beast as one might look at a feral cat guarding the mouth of an alleyway. But you wrote well, did you, gentlemen? Some had drooping leathery wings, and some were armed with spiked tails that rose like a scorpion’s, and some had mouths that opened wide enough to swallow an elephant at a gulp. So strong was his love that it had turned to the brightest of hatreds. He too stood apart from the group a little way, savoring the keen edge of the wind that blew across the field of battle. There’s no beginning to it, is there? The work was done. Ay, think so still, till experience change thy mind. “Prester John?” He prowled the turbulent cluttered recesses of his memory. Sit. It won the Hugo Award for Best Novella in 1987 and was also nominated for the Nebula Award for Best Novella in 1986. “It’s a pure affectation, Gilgamesh, all this insistence on arrows and javelins and spears. Getting ready for a desperate suicide charge—that was the way things appeared. Original Title. Lovecraft, on the other hand, seemed dazed and dislocated, with the glassy-eyed look of someone who has recently been clubbed. There was no wrestler in this world or the other who could contend with Gilgamesh of Uruk. The trees stroked him lasciviously, coating him with their slime, trying like raucous courtesans to insinuate their leaves between his legs; but he slapped them away, and emerged finally into a clearing where he could confront his animal. Well, and it went on for some long time, the great celebration of the reunion. Hastily Howard and Lovecraft crossed the room. Howard reddened and looked away. “You don’t care for it?” Howard asked, sounding surprised and a little wounded. Here in Hell you learned very quickly that you might run into anybody at all. This was the reality of Hell. You mistake me greatly, I think.”. Then he made another of his little gestures of dismissal, as though brushing aside the whole concept of relative ages in Hell. For a long weary hour he ran, crisscrossing this harsh land. While he remembered that the central concept of the series was "never clearly explained" to him, he noted the similarity of "Heroes in Hell" to Philip José Farmer's Riverworld works, and decided "to run my own variant on what Farmer had done a couple of decades earlier." Hell’s not so bad. Howard went on. And the other said, “If I live here till the end of time, H.P., I’ll never grow used to it. Come visit Novelonlinefree.com sometime to read the latest chapter of Gilgamesh in the Outback. No matter that Conan’s eyes had been of a different color. Outside the Land Rover the landscape was changing now: more hilly, with ill-favored fat-trunked little trees jutting at peculiar angles from the purple soil. He lifted a flawlessly contoured eyebrow ever so slightly. Gilgamesh beckoned for a second flagon. Even this glorious hero—even this magnificent kingly creature—. His traveling companion, a gaunt, lantern-jawed man as pale as the other was bronzed, sat very still in the passenger seat, knees together and elbows digging in against his ribs, as if he expected a fiery crash at any moment. Not even in Hell. The emperor turned to them. Once they put you into poetry, Gilgamesh had discovered, as had Odysseus and Achilles and Caesar after him and many another, your own real self can begin to disappear and the self of the poem overwhelms you entirely and turns you into a walking cliché. He could not move; he barely had the will to draw breath. It was, at any rate, a dreadful long while, and Gilgamesh once more felt that terrible inrush of loneliness that only the presence of Enkidu might cure. Bright blood spouted from the wound as he pulled the two pieces of the arrow from his arm. All the world knows the love of Enkidu for Gilgamesh!”. To the north was the land called Uri, and in the deserts of the west the wild Martu people dwelled, and in the south was the blessed isle Dilmun, which was like a paradise. He found it and knelt beside the window. Horses rearing and throwing their riders… Knights in bloodied armor tumbling to the ground… Steel-clad forms littering the slopes of the battlefield…. And then we’ll live in mud cities again and make little chicken scratches on clay tablets, the way we were meant to do. Caesar, for one. But I think he was the coward. And there was one more to the group—the massive, deep-chested man of dark brow and fierce and smouldering eyes, who stood off by himself at the far side—, Gilgamesh could barely bring himself to look at him. Three times he lost sight of his quarry, and tracked it only by the spoor of its blood-droppings. Three times Antonius offered me a crown, Gilgamesh. He had killed and killed and killed again, and now late in the day he had put his arrow through the throat of a monster more foul even than the usual run of creatures of Hell; but there was a terrible vitality to the thing, and it went thundering off, dripping dark blood from its pierced maw. He would sojourn a while in the land of this Prester John, and then he would move on, alone, apart from others, mourning as always his lost Enkidu. “Hell-coyote! That was nothing more than the artistic temperament at work, sweeping him up in a bit of rash feverish enthusiasm. And this man’s eyes are dark as night.”, “You were so excited you failed to notice. He was plainly a formidable man, Gilgamesh had quickly come to see: sly, shrewd, self-contained, with a tough and sinewy intelligence. Look there!”. Mao Tse-tung’s chief negotiator was the plump, magnificently dressed Kublai Khan, whose dark sly eyes gave evidence of much cunning and force. The beasts of the field gave you the greatest joy in their hunting when the wind was like that, hard and sharp and cruel. And a man of great valor and strength. “If in truth it is, yours is to be swallowed up in another man’s poetry. They could have been naked Greek statues come alive, a band of lusty Apollos and Zeuses. “But it means little to me.”, “The legendary Christian emperor,” said the other, the thin one, Lovecraft. He was led off to a private chamber with walls lined with black felt—a kind of indoor tent—where three serving-girls who stood barely hip-high to him surrounded him, giggling, and took his clothing from him. No. The very man. Serious business, obviously. It was Enkidu’s bad luck to fall between two quarreling bands of these gun-wielders, a flock of babbling Spaniards and a rabble of arrogant Englanders, for whom he tried to make peace. Who knows what he could tell us? As grim and ghastly as the Plateau of Leng, eh, H.P. “An honor to serve,” said Howard grandly. That time in the snow fields, when you met the frost giant’s daughter—and when you sailed the Tigress with the Black Coast’s queen—and that time you stormed the Aquilonian capital, and slew King Numedides on his own throne—”. Never being able to come, even if you pumped away all day and all night. But any ordinary mortal would have conked out long ago. Well, then, so he was going to the court of Prester John. Pardon me, H.P., but I find him an enormous pain in the butt, all right? “A different Prester John,” said Lovecraft. “Africa?” Gilgamesh shrugged. But still, the idea that this whole vast realm—infinitely bigger than his own beloved Land of the Two Rivers—existed merely for the sake of chastising the dead for their sins, struck Gilgamesh as too silly for serious contemplation. He braked the Land Rover suddenly and brought it to a jolting halt. Surely this was some dark working of the Hell of the New Dead, that could turn brother against brother and lead Enkidu to persist in his wrath. It is a dreadful thing to die in Hell. There were Torture Towns aplenty for those who wanted them. What was it Sargon called them? “What are we doing in Hell?” Lovecraft asked. And it was he. “I never thought Gilgamesh of Uruk would know fear, but he fears the unfamiliar. A Land Rover was parked nearby, and a pale, strange-looking man with a long jaw was peering from its window. [2][3] Originally published in Asimov's Science Fiction,[4][5][6] it was then printed in Rebels in Hell[7] before being incorporated into Silverberg's novel To the Land of the Living. “Gilgamesh! It was all very different then, a far happier place. At last. That big sky. But then he was the first to speak. I will hurl him from Hell. “Speak of that to some professional warrior, Bob, some Trojan or Hun or Assyrian—or one of the gladiators, maybe, someone who has died and died and died again. “That one is Susenyos the Ethiop, I think,” Howard said. It was impossible to keep it all straight. But know you that I am called Gilgamesh, the son of Lugalbanda.”, “Gilgamesh the Sumerian?” Lovecraft whispered. Everything was blurring and multiplying. Come visit Novelonlinefull.com sometime to read the latest chapter of Gilgamesh in the Outback. “Why did you mention his name?”, “Very well, is your friend. No one dies in Hell forever; but some are dead a long time, and that was how it was with Enkidu. The backwoods, you know? He had to admit that the reality of Hell had turned out to be nothing at all like what the priests had promised it would be. Do you mind, H.P.? “Gilgamesh in the Outback” was first published in Rebels in Hell (1986) and Isaac Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine (July 1986); Silverberg won the Hugo Award for Best Novella in 1987. Prester John held up one superbly manicured hand. Leave me to my bows and arrows, Caesar, and return to your jeep and your trivial intrigues. What am I to you? He could be anywhere.”, “If you knew how I have searched for him—”, Gilgamesh shook his head. In the moment of his thrust Gilgamesh felt a great convulsion within the monster’s breast and its hell-life left it in an instant. Home » Uncategorized » gilgamesh in the outback . Whoever they were, they were pounding toward the Land Rover like the emissaries of Death himself. Prester John’s serene brow grew furrowed. Lovecraft, looking flushed with excitement, wholly transformed by the alien joys of armed combat, was leaning forward, staring intently, his pistol cocked and ready. His fondest dream now was simply to serve his time in Hell and be allowed to sleep in peace forever. Gilgamesh i Outback är en science fiction novell av amerikanske författaren Robert Silverberg , en uppföljare till sin roman Gilgamesh kungen liksom en berättelse i de delade universum serien Heroes i Hell .Det vann Hugo-priset för bästa Novella 1987 och nominerades också till Nebula-priset för bästa Novella 1986. “Mmm. We are ambassadors to your emperor!”. And, to conclude, when all the world dissolves, All this pomp and formality bored him hideously. But this other business—this sudden bewildering urge to throw himself at the giant’s feet, to be swept up in his arms, to be crushed in a fierce embrace—. “He is afraid to use the new weapons,” Enkidu replied. Howard swung around. Howard, flushed and boisterous, could barely sit still: he laughed and waved his arms and kicked his heels against the furs, like a small boy who has done something very naughty and is trying to conceal it by being over-exuberant. No matter where it takes you, the king reckons there’ll be millions of people willing to risk it, and Elizabeth will wind up cornering all the money in Hell. Already the wound is closing. Enkidu laughed. But Prester John looked to be altogether in earnest, though it was impossible to be completely certain of that. “Thank you, my lord,” Gilgamesh muttered, trying to keep the irony from his tone. Why, there’s even some people who—whoa, now! On May 1, 2020 May 1, 2020 By Steven Capobianco In Uncategorized. Publication date 1986 Gilgamesh in the Outback is a science fiction novella by Robert Silverberg is a science fiction novella by Robert Silverberg Beauty such as perhaps even you couldn’t have imagined. “God damn, I wish you could have seen it! These are two very odd men indeed, Gilgamesh thought. Ask him about it: the dying and the rebirth, and the pain, the hideous torment, reliving every detail. Is it your thick-tongued Euphrates gibberish? “Do you see?” Lovecraft called. There were hot words between us. He was of Conan’s size and strength. So this day Gilgamesh hunted in Hell’s parched Outback. Two gentlemen of letters like us riding together all to hell and gone from Corpus Christi to El Paso and back again, seeing it all and telling each other wondrous stories all the way! That goes almost without saying.” He laughed, rubbed his hands in glee, effusively threw his arms around the shoulders of Howard and Lovecraft. Conan? In time Gilgamesh too had yielded to death and was taken into Hell, which he found nothing at all like the Hell that the scribes and priests of the Land had taught; and there he had searched for Enkidu, and one glorious day he had found him. Who were you fooling, Caesar? “Allow me the privilege of asking the questions, great king.”, “You spoke the name of Enkidu. After writing "Gilgamesh in the Outback", he decided that, since the story "was all so much fun," to write two sequels, "The Fascination of the Abomination" and "Gilgamesh in Uruk". That expedition’s an absurdity. ... Gilgamesh grinned broadly. Oh, the rejoicing that day in Hell! This is some barbarian warrior, yes, some great huntsman beyond any doubt—a Nimrod, an Ajax. “What a strange thing to say! Was Moses? The full hospitality of Prester John, Gilgamesh soon discovered, was no trifling affair. The huge stone column seemed to be expanding and contracting. By Apollo, it’s all nonsense to me!”, “But if you must hunt, to scorn the use of a decent hunting rifle—”, “No,” Caesar said with a sigh. Gilgamesh in the Outback adalah sebuah novella fiksi ilmiah karya penulis Amerika Robert Silverberg, sebuah sekuel dari novel Gilgamesh the King[1] serta sebuah serial dari serial Heroes in Hell. Winner of Hugo Award for best novella, 1987. Will you two go down there too, as diplomats from a neutral power, to keep an eye on things?”. He felt his cheeks go scarlet. “In return for your aid,” Howard said, “we’re empowered to offer you a trade treaty on highly favorable terms.”, “And a guarantee of military protection in the event of the invasion of your realm by a hostile power.”, “If King Henry’s armies are so mighty, why does he not deal with the Raleigh expedition himself?”, “There was no time to outfit and dispatch an army across such a great distance,” said Lovecraft. “I’m not any judge of that, your majesty. But that could never have been. Certainly there were some disagreeable aspects to it. I will take no needless risks here.”, Howard snorted. The poem is very famous.”, “He is of my stature, very large. “With his daughter, I’m afraid,” said Howard. He rubbed his wrist across his forehead to clear it of a smear of the monster’s gore and met the other man’s gaze evenly. Who would ever have imagined—”. Emperor of the Marxist Dynasty, long after my time. And so I lived thereafter and so I died.” Gilgamesh’s face darkened. “All those exploits that I dreamed in your name, Conan: Tell me how they really were! He would have the wound cleaned and dressed, and then he would move along. So this day Gilgamesh hunted in Hell’s parched Outback. If you had simply taken the trouble to read A Farewell to Arms—” Lovecraft shook his head angrily. You will all want to rest, I think; and then you shall know the full hospitality of Prester John.”. Caesar was as wrong about Gilgamesh’s ambitions as he was about the reasons for his preferences in hunting gear. Not Brutus, so I hear. It was like the breaking of a dam, and a rush of life-giving waters tumbling out over the summer-parched fields of the Land. You can help Wikipedia by expanding it. Not even in Hell. “Hell is larger even than the world. Deep Space: Eight Stories of Science Fiction, Robert Silverberg Presents the Great SF Stories: 1964, The Science Fiction Hall of Fame, Volume One, 1929–1964, The Science Fiction Hall of Fame, Volume Two, The Sorceress: The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel, The Epic of Gilgamesh, or This Unnameable Little Broom, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Gilgamesh_in_the_Outback&oldid=1000952652, Hugo Award for Best Novella winning works, Works originally published in Asimov's Science Fiction, Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License, This page was last edited on 17 January 2021, at 14:49. “Don’t it give you the shivers, driving around in a land full of critters that could have come right out of one of your stories, or mine? You see that sandstorm rising out thataway? We’ll wipe the Marxist bastards out and capture their generals, and then Enkidu will be yours. Don’t touch me there! “But you are my brother,” said Gilgamesh, and they laughed and let go of each other and stepped back, as if seeing each other for the first time, and laughed again. Seven or eight of the Asiatic horsemen lay strewn about, dead or dying, within a hundred-yard radius of the car. Something’s going on.”. Uruk, Nippur, Ur of the Chaldees? For you it’s as sinister as dark frosty Leng, where people have horns and hooves and munch on corpses and sing hymns to Nyarlathotep. Gluckliche Reise! Books similar to or like Gilgamesh in the Outback. Howard remembered a time in his former life when he had gone down to the Cisco Dam and watched the construction men strip and dive in: well-built men, confident, graceful, at ease in their bodies. And yet the Ice-Hunter folk would tell us that you and I and Rameses and Sargon all arrived here only yesterday; and to the Hairy Men, the Ice-Hunters themselves are mere newcomers. “Ach, mein lieber Freund, I must hurt you again, but it is for your own good. It’s not her territory. Here and there in the distance his keen eyes made out scattered groups of black tents on the hillsides, and herds of the little Hell-horses grazing near them. A small malevolent-looking something with blazing eyes and a scaly body had broken from cover and gone scuttering across the path just in front of them. That was all he wanted now: peace. Come, now. Nicely put. His little fantasy of meeting Conan here in Hell was nothing but a bit of mawkish narcissism: he was better off without it. What careless abandon in the way he was peeling back the creature’s shaggy hide, though he had to wallow in dark gore to do it! But there’s a disagreement over the details.” Delicately he smothered a yawn. Hemingway seemed to be doing most of the talking. I have coupled with Inanna the goddess in the bed of the Sacred Marriage; I have slain demons and spoken with gods; I am two parts god myself, and only one part mortal.” He paused and stared at them, letting it sink in, those words that he had recited so many times in situations much like this. And King Henry’s ambassadors.”, “Well, if he hears me, he hears me. What was this? Can we move along, do you think?”, “I must confess that you mystify me sometimes, Bob. They seemed just as mystified as Howard was. All we know is that it’s full of heroic villains and villainous heroes—and people like you and me—and it seems that Albert Schweitzer is here, too. And more and more and more, relentlessly, unceasingly. Only Schweitzer was beaming. A digital watch, no less?”, “I will hunt as I hunt,” said Gilgamesh. Yeh-lu Ta-shih nodded curtly and waved one elegant hand, resplendent with inch-long fingernails, in casual acknowledgment. Indeed. You could find yourself playing at dice with Lord Byron or sharing a mug of mulled wine with Menelaos or arguing with Plato about the ideas of Nietzsche, who was standing right there making faces, and after a time you came to take most such things for granted, more or less. For me there is only the task of passing the time. Go to him. They grunted; they bellowed, they roared. You are Old Dead, are you?”, “Older than Ch’in Shih Huang Ti? He said he had no love for me any longer.”. For a man? And wouldn’t you know it, but when he got to Hell this Yeh-lu Ta-shih founded himself another empire right away in the same sort of territory he’d lived in back there, and when Richard Burton came out this way and told him about Prester John and how Europeans long ago had spoken of him by that name and ascribed all sorts of fabulous accomplishments to him he said, ‘Yes, yes, I am Prester John indeed.’ And so he styles himself that way now, he and nine or ten others, most of them Ethiopians like that friend of your friend Mandeville.”, “They are no friends of mine,” said Gilgamesh stiffly. 29 Aug “I think he longs for you even as you do for him.”, “This is Hell,” said Schweitzer gently. Yeh-lu Ta-shih seemed to be conferring with four or five aides at once. So quickly you repair yourself! “Incredible. Just a rough first draft, is all. Satan and his swarm of Administration bureaucrats seemed to love all the new things, and so did almost everyone else, except for Gilgamesh and a few other cranky conservatives. “Though I grant you that Hell isn’t Texas.”, “Texas!” Howard boomed. You’re a fraud, Gilgamesh, a huge musclebound fraud!”, “At least I am no slippery tricky serpent like you, Caesar, who dons a wig and spies on women at their mysteries if it pleases him.”, Caesar looked untroubled by the thrust. He will heal without damage.”, He continued to probe and cleanse; murmuring softly to Gilgamesh as he worked: “Bitte. Well, and what difference did it make? “They’ll kill you, H.P.! The doctor came up to them and said quietly, “You have not injured each other? We’re his guests, remember. Quivering, shaking, sweating, dropping to his knees, his eyes gleaming insanely—, “Lord Conan?” the man cried. To Lovecraft he said, “That’s some doctor! “Come, fellow, stop this blather now,” he said sourly. But though he struggled as he had never struggled in combat before, Gilgamesh was unable to budge Enkidu. Masochists, that was the word. But the gaunt long-necked man and his blustery red-faced friend had beckoned him to ride with them in their Land Rover, and while he stood there frowning over that, the ugly flat-featured little yellow warriors had indicated with quick impatient gestures that he should get in. Gilgamesh preferred to withdraw. You are God’s own miracle, dear Gilgamesh. Look at that critter, H.P. Manchurian, actually, twelfth century A.D. First emperor of the realm of Kara-Khitai, with his capital at Samarkand. It had been a decent day’s hunting so far. Share. What good are mounted horsemen, for God’s sake? We claim the protection of your master the August Sovereign Yeh-lu Ta-shih!” Glancing back over his shoulder, he called to Howard to join him; and after only an instant’s hesitation, Howard leaped down from the Land Rover and trotted forward. “Envoys from His Britannic Majesty King Henry VIII! And the whole digestive complication, allowing you to eat real food but giving you an unholy hard time when it came to passing the stuff through your gut. He had it from Cagliostro, they say, who bought it from Hadrian when Hadrian was still supreme commander of Hell’s legions. All that had been a year ago, or two, or maybe five—with or without a wristwatch, there was no keeping proper track of time in Hell, where the unmoving ruddy eye of the sun never budged from the sky—and now Gilgamesh was far from Caesar and all his minions, far from the troublesome center of Hell and the tiresome squabbling of those like Caesar and Alexander and Napoleon and that sordid little Guevara man who maneuvered for power in this place. And every creature shall be purified, Robert Silverberg wrote that he was "drawn into" writing a story for the "Heroes in Hell" project. With cannons. Not a whimper! “Their Excellencies P.E. And all was well with them, with much hunting and feasting, and they were happy in Hell even after the New Dead began to come in, bringing all their terrible changes. The sky was black with swirling dust. I said to myself, ‘Why is it that Bach is in Hell?’ But then I said, as perhaps you have said, as I think everyone here must say at one time or another, ‘Why is it that Schweitzer is in Hell?’ And I knew that it is that God is mysterious. We’ve tried to impose our own pitiful shallow beliefs, our pathetic grade-school notions of punishment for bad behavior, on this incredibly bizarre place where we find ourselves. No, Lovecraft thought: beneath his bluster the robust Howard seemed surprisingly squeamish about bloodshed and violence of any sort. Howard’s throat went dry. And there was physical effort; there was more than a little risk. Mongols? Until finally Gilgamesh had said, before stalking out of the room, “The trouble with all of you is that you keep trying to make sense out of this place. 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