Ashurbanipal <1000+ ORIGINAL>

He set down his stylus and smiled at the messenger. He would march to war at dawn, but he would win the war tonight, right here among his books. He was not just a king of men, but the first true king of information.

He picked up a reed stylus, his mind drifting from the administrative tallies of grain and captured gold. He wanted to record something that would outlast the stone walls of his palace. He began to write the story of his own secret education. ashurbanipal

As a younger prince, no one expected him to take the throne. While his older brothers trained in the blistering sun with composite bows and heavy chariots, Ashurbanipal was left to the care of the high priests and scholars. He had spent his youth in the House of tablets, mastering the complex and ancient languages of Sumer and Akkad. He learned to read the omens written in the night sky and the intricate patterns of oil on water. He became the only Assyrian king who could read and write. He set down his stylus and smiled at the messenger