Then he would return and destroy Egypt when perchance there were no Ethiopians to help her, and perhaps after all drag Amada to his House of Women.

See, they were breaking through and already I was far away with a wound in my breast, a hurt leg and a shattered sword.
What could I do?
My arrows were spent and the bearers had none left to give me.

No, there was one still in the quiver.

I drew it out.

On its shaft were two black feathers and one white.