It was too much, flesh and blood could not bear more of those arrows.

Thousands upon thousands were down and the rest began to flee in confusion.
Then at my command the ivory horns sounded the charge.

Every man slung his bow upon his back and drew his short sword.
"On to them!" I cried and leapt forward.
Like a black torrent we rushed down the hill, leaping over the dead and wounded.

The retreat became a rout since before these ebon, great-eyed warriors the soft Easterns did not care to stand.

They fled screaming, "These are devils! These are devils!" We were among them now, hacking and stabbing with the short swords upon their heads and backs.