“You should come mudlarking with us sometime.” Nen takes her hands out of her pockets. “It’s a good start to the day, peaceful, calming—especially for those of us endowed with a restless heart.” A look of puzzlement crosses Zaleekhah’s face. “Epic of Gilgamesh,” says Nen. “That’s how Gilgamesh’s mother complains to the gods: Why did you endow my son with a restless heart? You have moved him to travel…face a battle unknown.” Nen
