[The way is shut. The same thought runs through Gilgamesh's mind, too, and this troubles him. It troubles him there are things he does not know and people who would claim there are things he does not possess. It is troublesome and it is blasphemous and so such a system must be struck down, he decides, or else taught a very serious lesson in humility.

But that can wait. Gilgamesh breathes the air of this land he does not recognize and believes it can wait, an end to the great war in one decisive blow.]

Do you come on a mission, then, as its gardener? To spread the word of the Holy Book and reap miracles wherever you might walk?

[Gilgamesh smiles. It makes him look dangerously wry.]

To tell me you would idle about like some peasant would be to tell me lies, Aslan. You know this.