He looked round, particularly at the wing not yet gained by the flames, and exclaimed in a loud voice: "The fire is intentional! it is done on purpose.

See there! a man is squatting down and pushing a brand into the woodwork." He leaped back into the room, which was now filling with smoke, snatched the king's bow and quiver, which he himself had hung up at the bed-head, took careful aim, and with one cry the incendiary fell dead.
A few hours later the dwarf Nemu was found with the charioteer's arrow through his heart.

After setting fire to Bent-Anat's rooms, he had determined to lay a brand to the wing of the palace where, with the other princes, Uarda's friend Rameri was sleeping.
Mena had again leaped out of window, and was estimating the height of the leap to the ground; the Pharaoh's room was getting more and more filled with smoke, and flames began to break through the seams of the boards.
Outside the palace as well as within every one was waking up to terror and excitement.
"Fire! fire! an incendiary! Help! Save the king!" cried Kaschta, who rushed on, followed by a crowd of guards whom he had roused; Uarda had flown to call Bent-Anat, as she knew the way to her room.

The king had got on to the parapet outside the window with Mena, and was calling to the soldiers.
"Half of you get into the house, and first save the princess; the other half keep the fire from catching the south wing.

I will try to get there." But Nemu's brand had been effectual, the flames flared up, and the soldiers strained every nerve to conquer them.