Ashurbanipal: The Oldest Surviving Royal Library in the World with Over 30,000 Clay Tablets
The Royal Library of Ashurbanipal has sometimes been described as the ‘first library’ in the world, or the ‘oldest surviving royal library in the world’. The library was discovered by archaeologists who were excavating at the site of Nineveh, today known as Kuyunjik. As this was the imperial capital of the Neo-Assyrian Empire during the reign of Ashurbanipal, the library has been attributed to this ruler. The Royal Library of Ashurbanipal contains over 30000 clay tablets and fragments with texts written in the cuneiform script. The subjects of these texts range from governments records to works of literature and technical instructions.
I raised my hands to shield my face from my assailant, and in the process I hit myself in the beak with the ore detector, which I promptly let go of and sent hurtling into space. My eyes watered, and tears unfettered by gravity pooled in them and blinded me. Whatever had slapped me approached again, but through the wobbling dome of tears all I could see was that it was red and about the size of a melon.
I tried to bat it away, but my hands went through it. Suddenly the thing turned blue and flailed its little arms at my head, landing a volley of (surprisingly powerful) blows and knocking away the bubble of tears. For a brief moment I saw its face before my eyes teared up again and a sound like a whipcrack in my eep’s field rendered me deaf. The slapping stopped. I rubbed my eyes and looked around for the captain.
When I had cleared my vision, the chameleon ghost was gone. A wisp of luminous pink smoke was all that remained in its place. Staring at it gave me a cold, uneasy feeling in my blood, the same way staring at the moon ghost had.
I caught a glimpse of a slimy, silvery-pink whip in the captain’s hand just before he vanished it with the matter manipulator. Then he summoned a few empty glass jars, which he placed at his feet. With a flick of his wrist, he set the matter manipulator spinning in front of him like a floating gyroscope and began unscrewing the jar lids one by one.
“What are those for?” I asked. My voice sounded muffled, but the deafness was subsiding.
Without looking up, the Glitch gestured to the pink smoke. “This junk these ghost things drop. S’good for stim packs. Patching yourself up if you leak.” “Oh. That’s … useful.”
He snatched the manipulator from where it was spinning and pointed its arc at the wisps of smoke, jar in hand. The smoke’s opacity pulsed slowly, as if it was phasing in and out of existence. Indeed, it seemed to resist being directed into the jar by the matter manipulator, behaving more like taffy than smoke. The captain seemed patient with this. He said, “Gonna use it to make ghost dogs, though. Folks’ll pay a lot for ‘em. Novelty.” “We’re traversing an asteroid belt for novelty ghost pets?”
“And gold,” he added quickly, and I wondered where the ore detector had hurtled off to. He gestured impatiently with the hand holding the jar. “Can you, uh, move over? Hard to grab this stuff without getting gross on you.”
I kicked off the asteroid so that I bounced backward, pulling the grappling gun’s cord taut and ensuring the ghostly smoke was no longer within my EPP’s atmospheric field. The captain took his time, carefully aiming the manipulator arc. I looked around for any more surprise visitors and massaged the space between my eyes. I could feel a scratch on my beak where I’d hit it with the ore detector.
“Hate this stuff,” the captain said with an exasperated rattling sound. “Even harder to suck up than brains.”
“Water pressure works far better than suction,” I said absently, thinking back to my days in the Institute’s preservation lab, “you could also just scrape them out through the foramina, assuming there’s a skull. Unless you’re trying to keep a wet specimen of the brain itself, in which case an extraction machine is your best bet.” As I rubbed the last of the tears out of my eyes, I looked down and found the captain was staring at me intently. We locked eyes for a long and unsettling moment.
The number 21 has a great symbolism. Remember things are well thought. Isak was born on 21. According to Hans Decoz people born on the 21st inspire those around them with positive energy. These indivuals are understanding of both sides before making a decision, they are very considerate of others. They don’t assume things as they are very intuitive, considerate, loving and affectionate. But he was not only born on June 21, he was born on June 21 at 21:21.
Let’s look at it. Number 2 means finding balance (with relationships and/or partnerships), selflessness and a purpose or soul mission. Number 1 is used for new beginnings, independence, motivation, progress, achievement and success.
By that number 21 represents energy and communication. This suggests new opportunities that lead in new, exciting directions. It’s also a manifestation to be aware of that person’s thoughts, turning them into reality, regarding chances or circumstances in your life.
The garden exuded a sense of calm that made Gerik feel awkward and out of place. Already in the halls of the palace, guards gave him chilling looks–as they should–and startled party-goers stared with hushed whispers. Even unarmed, it was his very presence raised alarm with the peaceful people of Izumo… There was no place for hired swords here.
And that was part of the question: why would anyone want the Archduke?
“Hey.” Gerik crossed his arms over his chest, cornering Izana by the well-kept pond. Fat, colourful fish swam circles in the cool water, the only witnesses to the exchange. “We need totalk.”