Historical Imagination

The sun was so bright it woke me up. The window next to me brought in cool wind. The king died from one of the many rules of the great and deiced Hammurabi. I thought Hammurabi made these rules were made to protect the weak. Now because of that our kind king has died because of his selflessness. Why did he have to leave us so soon? A warm tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek. He was trying to protect an innocent widow. The traveler refused to back down and they started to fight. He accidently made a hole in a house. He was nailed to the wall and died from loss of blood.
I changed into my robe and put on my head piece. I walked out the door to see the roads vacant like a desert. They were usually being full and exiting .I slowly walked to the temple the middle of town.
I got in place and the parade started. It is such an honor serve the king for eternity. But what if I get lost and never find my king? Do I really want to go? We were finally at our destination, the tomb. It was well decorated. I pulled in a small baby goat. I wonder what its thinking. Is it thinking “Why are we going in a dark room, what’s happening?” It doesn’t know it’s a sacrifice so we find our way through Ker to our king. The light escaped the now sealed tomb. The dead king’s body was a little stinky. I took the gold cup filled with a dark red liquid. I held it up to my lips then paused. Are we really going to find our way? But then I remembered, it’s for our kind, great king that sacrificed himself for a helpless widow. He died protecting the weak. It would be an honor to serve him for eternity. I opened my mouth and took a big gulp to finish the job. I poured the rest into the animals dish plate and lay down next to the king. At last my time has come. I closed my eyes and fell to eternal sleep.