He held the damp brick before their eyes. The cylinder’s intricately carved surface had pressed out a little embedded scene: a four-winged god raising his arms in blessing before two rearing, winged antelopes. A column of tiny cuneiform glyphs stood in the left corner. The scribe read it for them: "He who smote the enemies of the gods, in whom the King is pleased, the hero Halli." Halli caught his breath in wonder.