‘Then I rose up like Mentu and smote down the foe. A terror seized them and none dared fight. No man could shoot nor grasp the spear. Headlong they plunged into the stream like the crocodile. Still stood the King of Kheta to behold King Rameses, for—“He was alone, none other with him.” Once more did he attack with all his power, but I rushed upon them like a flame of fire and slew them where they stood. Each man cried unto his fellow, saying: “No mortal man is he who is against us. It is Set the mighty—‘tis the god of war. Whoso draws near him his hand drops, nor can he grasp the bow or spear.” I called upon my foot and horse: “Take heart—be firm—behold my victory.” I was alone, but Amen was beside me.’ The whole poem is too long to be given here, but we learn that when at length the terror-stricken forces rallied upon seeing the victory of the king and beholding the multitude of corpses, they approached with adulation and flattery, extolling the hero to the skies. No wonder that his reply is stern:— ‘The king spake and said: “O my captains and soldiers who have _not_ fought! of what profit is all your devotion? Which of you has done his duty before his king? Who ever did for you what I did? and now have ye altogether failed me; none stood by to help me in the battle. Shame upon my horse and foot! shame more than words can say! As for my horses, they indeed were with me, and upheld me when I was alone amid the raging foe. Henceforth shall they eat food before me in my palace for ever.”’ Next day the battle was resumed with fury, and at the close the Kheta sued for peace, which Rameses, apparently, was glad enough to grant. Accepting their submission he returned to Egypt ‘joyful and glad at heart.’ [Illustration: RAMESES THE GREAT. FROM A SCULPTURE IN THE BRITISH MUSEUM.]