“Amar-Sin wants to rule your House?" I recalled the man I had seen that morning, wrought with grief. I found it difficult to imagine him conspiring to do anything.
“Sometimes I think so,” Enanatuma said. “Sometimes I think he suspects Shulgi is not what he claims to be. He almost seems to hate him, although I don’t know how that could be.”
“Has he changed since his wife died?”
“What? Amar-Sin never married.”
“Never married?" Then why the grief?" But Enanatuma was already impatient with me.
“Please, can you help Shulgi?”
“I confess, I do not know any spells to make him a great leader, but at the very least I can make a protective charm to shield him from poisons and magical attacks.”
“Thank you, Puabi.”
It took me longer than I had anticipated to make the charm, an armband of gold s
