Baal — that is, "Lord," the title coming in Phoenician usage to function as a name — was the storm-god of Canaan, the rider on the clouds, the lord of Mount Saphon (the great peak above Ugarit, modern Jebel al-Aqra), the giver of rain and the bringer of fertility. His proper name was Hadad, the same Hadad whom the Mesopotamians called Adad and the Hittites called Tarhunt. In the great myth-cycle preserved on six tablets from Ugarit, his story is told.
First, Baal contended with Yam, the Sea. Yam — "the beloved of El" — sent two messengers to the assembly of the gods, demanding that Baal be surrendered as his slave. The gods cowered; El assented; but Baal alone resisted. The craftsman-god Kothar-wa-Khasis fashioned for him two clubs, named Yagrush "Driver" and Aymur "Striker," with magical power. Baal hurled them in succession against Yam; the first staggered him, the second struck him in the forehead, and Yam fell. "Yam is dead," Baal cried, "and Baal shall reign!" So the kingship of the active gods was won.
But a king must have a palace. Baal had none, and the petition for one was the next labor. His sister-consort Anat went to El, and her arguments were not gentle: "I shall make thy grey hair flow with blood," she warned; El relented, the assent was given, and Kothar built upon the heights of Saphon a great palace of cedar and gold and lapis lazuli. When it was finished, Baal hesitated whether to set in it a window: he feared lest his enemies enter through it. But at length he ordered the window made, and through it he sent forth his thunder.
Then Baal's pride brought him low. He sent challenges to Mot — Death — calling him a slave; and Mot answered with quiet menace, summoning him to the netherworld. Baal could not refuse. He came down, and was swallowed by Mot, and the news was brought up to the gods: "Baal is dead!" El descended from his throne, sat in the dust, gashed his cheeks and chin, and cried out: "Baal is dead — what then of the people? Dagon's son — what of the multitudes? After Baal I will go down into the earth." Anat searched all the regions for her brother's body; she found it; she wept upon it; and she swore vengeance upon Mot. She sought him out, and she seized him: "With a sword she cleft him; with a sieve she winnowed him; with a fire she burned him; with a millstone she ground him; in the field she scattered him; the birds ate his flesh." So Death was destroyed.
And then — for the rains had ceased and the world was failing — El had a dream: that the heavens rained oil, that the wadis ran with honey. "Baal lives," El cried; "the prince, the lord of the earth, exists." And Baal was found, restored, alive in his palace. He fought Mot again, who returned in time; the tablet is broken at the climax, but Mot at the last gave way, conceding the kingship; and Baal reigned. So the dry season passed, and the rains returned.














