By Osiris! it struck him full between the shoulders, and lo! the King of kings, the Monarch of the World, lurched forward, fell on to the rail of his chariot, and rolled to the ground.

Next instant there arose a roar of, "The King is dead! The Great King is dead! _Fly, fly, fly!_" So they fled and after them thundered the pursuers slaying and slaying till they could lift their arms no more.

Oh! yes, some escaped though the men of Thebes and country folk murdered many of them and but a few ever won back to the East to tell the tale of the blotting out of the mighty army of the King of kings and of the doom dealt to him by the great black bow of Shabaka the Egyptian.
I stood there gasping, when suddenly I heard a voice at my side.

It said, "You seem to have done very well, Brother, even better than we did yonder on the other side of the town, though some might think that fray a thing whereof to make a song.

Also that last shot of yours was worthy of a good archer, for I marked it, I marked it.