Enkidu urged me to set matters right, and so I did. Great Girnun's flesh fed the soil, and nourished our crops. His bones were made into weapons, tools, and armor. And from his hide, I fashioned the finest cloak, that his spirit might keep me safe in the chillier nights—as he did the night he gave his life for us.

[He still had that cloak, in fact. Or once did, before Enprise took his Gate and all its treasures away from him.]

Girnun, "lofty noble", earned his name in the end, and teaches us thus: though purpose may not always be apparent, though it may not always occur to us, or be known to us, it shows its face in the moment that matters most. It protects us and it guides us. In purpose, there is courage, and in courage we are strong.