In this land of Ashur the god rules. Ashur gave his name to our ancient capital and to the land itself. We are all his slaves, born to serve him, even the king. No one more than the king. On the day he assumes his office, the crowds follow him from the temple shouting "Ashur is King! Ashur is King!" and this is no more than the truth. Ashur has proclaimed it his will that a maid born in Nippur and of the Lord Sargon's blood shall be the mother of kings in this land until Nineveh and Calah and Ashur itself are merely words in the mouths of strangers.