The one does not posses a skill that the other does not
One is not more alert to movement and strategy than the other
They are, as the chronicles record, the match and equal of each other

There can only be one conclusion-
Death or friendship and they both know this
And both want life more than they want death
And so a pact is sealed between them
A friendship that survives all the strategies of battle
And they find each other good company
Unlikely pair and yet they are a pair
That, perhaps, makes up the total man
But the total man that they form rests and grows lazy
They sleep long after dawn
They drink through the night
One by one the old delights grow hollow
Until, in a moment's flash of fire,
Gilgamesh proposes a plan-
They will go to the cedar forest
And cut down all the trees!

It sounds simple but there is much involved
Humbaba the terrible guardian of the forest
Will need to be dispensed with
Enkidu doubts this plan
He know of the guardian of the forest
And knows how terrible he is
"Don't do this" he urges
"Pick some other plan. Don't overreach yourself"
But the king is rash and will not listen-
And why should he?
Is he not part god and therefore not to be swayed by human advice

What the answer was no one knows
For here the story gets lost
In the shadows of fire and time
Much can be guessed or conjectured
But who can say with certainty what then occurred?
I can't, no one can, so leave it in the mist
And take up the tale
When the elders of the city (which city?)
Protest the king's intention

But who can protest a king's intention and plan?
Words come to nothing
Protest is useless
He will do as he pleases

There are prayers and pleas
From god and mother