rer, confidential friend, judge,
keeper of the gate of the foreigners, true and beloved royal acquaintance,
the royal follower Sanehat says:

I attended my lord as a follower of the King, of the house of the
hereditary princess, the greatly favored, the royal wife,
Ankhet-Usertesen, who shares the dwelling of the royal son Amenemhat in
Kanefer.

In the thirtieth year, the month Paophi, the seventh day the god entered
his horizon, the King Sehotepabra flew up to heaven and joined the sun's
disk, the follower of the god met his maker. The palace was silenced, and
in mourning, the great gates were closed, the courtiers crouching on the
ground, the people in hushed mourning.

His Majesty had sent a great army with the nobles to the land of the
Temehu (Lybia), his son and heir, the good god King Usertesen as their
leader. Now he was returning, and had brought away living captives and all
kinds of cattle without end. The councillors of the palace had sent to the
West to let the King know the matter that had come to pass in the inner
hall. The messenger was to meet him on the road, and reach him at the time
of evening: the matter was urgent. "A hawk had soared with his followers."
Thus said he, not to let the army know of it. Even if the royal sons who
commanded in that army send a message, he was not to speak to a single one
of them. But I was standing near, and heard his voice while he was
speaking. I fled far away, my heart beating, my arms failing, trembling
had fallen on all my limbs. I turned about in running to seek a place to
hide me, and I threw myself between two bushes, to wait while they should
pass by. Then I turned me toward the south, not from wishing to come into
this place--for I knew not if war was declared--nor even thinking a wish to
live after this sovereign, I turned my back to the sycamore, I reached
Shi-Seneferu, and rested on the open field. In the morning I went on and
overtook a man, who passed by the edge of the road. He asked of me mercy,
for he feared me. By the evening I drew near to Kher-ahau (? old Cairo),
and I crossed the river on a raft without a rudder. Carried over by the
west wind, I passed over to the east to the quarries of Aku and the land
of the goddess Herit, mistress of the red mountain (Gebel Ahmar). Then I
fled on foot, northward, and reached the walls of the prince, built to
repel the Sati. I crouched in a bush for fear of being seen by the guards,
changed each day, who watch o