Lulal did not go to Uruk. The inexplicable dread that had filled him was a more effective barrier than any wall. But his faith was in ruins. He could not remain, a chancellor in a thriving city, while his family was condemned.
He went not north to the plague, but east, to the desert trade routes. Using his authority, he secured a fast camel and a guide.
"Where does the chancellor go?" the guide asked.
"To find a different power," Lulal said, his voice hollow but resolute. "There are whispers... stories from traders of a Green Lady in the west, a power over life itself, not stone. If my master's knowledge is only for building and not for healing, then his is a philosophy of dust. I seek one of water and growth."
He was going to find Isabelle, The Mother. It was a journey of years, a desperate gamble. He was not just leaving Ur; he was abandoning Enki's path.