Enki was the cleverest of the gods. He dwelt in the Apsu, the great chamber of sweet waters beneath the earth; his city was Eridu, the southernmost city of Sumer, founded (so the Sumerians said) at the very beginning of human time. He was god of the waters, of wisdom, of crafts, of magic, and of the arts of civilization; and where his brother Enlil was austere and terrible, Enki was kindly and ingenious, the god to whom one turned when there was a riddle to solve, a curse to lift, or a flood to escape.
To Enki and to Ninhursag the Lady of the Foothills, the Sumerians ascribed the making of mankind. The lesser gods, weary with the digging of canals and the bearing of bricks, had risen in revolt, and Enki was sent for to find a remedy. He drew up clay from the Apsu and mixed with it the blood of a slain god, and he and the mother goddesses pinched the clay into shape, that man might bear the burden of the gods. So humankind began.
It was Enki, too, who saved mankind from the Flood. The gods, troubled by the noise of human multitudes, had decreed their destruction; Enlil pressed for the Flood; and the council was sworn to secrecy. But Enki — bound by his oath, yet unwilling to see his creatures perish — went down to the reed hut of his servant Ziusudra (in later Babylonian telling, Atrahasis, or Utnapishtim), and spoke through the wall, addressing not the man but the reeds, that the letter of his oath might be kept. "Reed hut, reed hut, hear! Wall, wall, listen! Tear down the house, build a ship; abandon possessions, save life. Take aboard the seed of all living things." The man heard, and built his ship; and when the waters came, he and his household and the beasts were saved.
Of Enki many other tales are told. He stocked the marshes with fish and the rivers with reeds, and assigned to each god his proper office; he was tricked by his daughter Inanna into surrendering the me, the divine ordinances of civilization, when she came drunken to his court at Eridu and sailed away with them in her boat to Uruk. He sired children upon Ninhursag in the paradise-garden of Dilmun, and ate eight forbidden plants there, for which Ninhursag cursed him with eight ailments — until she relented, and bore eight healing goddesses to undo what she had done. He was, in short, the patron of all those arts by which humans contrive to outlast the indifference of greater powers.









