He was wounded and sore beset.

A tall Immortal rushed at him with a spear and drove it home.
Pharaoh fell.
I leapt over him and killed that Eastern with a blow upon the neck, but my sword shattered on his armour.

The tide of battle rolled up and swept us apart and I saw Pharaoh being carried away.

Look! yonder was the Great King himself standing in a golden chariot, the Great King in all his glory whom last I had seen far away in the East.

He knew me and shot at me with a bow, the bow he thought my own, shouting, "Die, dog of an Egyptian!" His arrow pierced my helm but missed my head.