cts seem to have been never weary of commemorating, and
which furnished Penta-our, the court poet, with a brilliant theme. A few
extracts from the recital shall be given, based upon M. de Rouge's
version, from which I venture in a few respects to deviate. The papyrus
begins in the middle of a sentence, at the moment when the King had
discovered his mistake.

"[The Prince of] Heth advanced with men and horses well armed [or
full of provender?]: there were three men to each chariot.(686)
There were gathered together all the swiftest men of the land of
the vile Hittites, all furnished with arms ... and waited
stealthily to the northwest of the fortress of Katesh. Then they
fell upon the bowmen of Pharaoh, into the middle of them, as they
marched along and did not expect a battle. The bowmen and the
horsemen of his Majesty gave way before them. Behold they were
near to Katesh, on the west bank of the river Anrata. Then was
[fulfilled?] the saying of his Majesty. Then his Majesty, rising
up like the god Mentou [Mars], undertook to lead on the attack. He
seized his arms--he was like Bar [Baal] in his hour. The great
horse which drew his Majesty his name was Nekhtou-em-Djom, of the
stud of Rameses-Meiamen ... His Majesty halted when he came up to
the enemy, the vile Hittites. He was alone by himself--there was no
other with him in this sortie. His Majesty looked behind him and
saw that he was intercepted by 2,500 horsemen in the way he had to
go, by all the fleetest men of the prince of the base Hittites,
and of many lands which were with him--of Artou [Aradus], of
Maausou, of Patasa, of Kashkash, of Aroun, of Kadjawatana, of
Khirbou, of Aktra, Katesh, and Raka. There were three men to each
chariot, they were ... but there were neither captains, nor
squires, nor leaders of bowmen, nor skirmishers [with the King],
'My archers and my horsemen forsook me, not one of them remained
to fight with me.' Then said his Majesty, 'Where art thou now, my
father Amen? Behold, does a father forget his son? But do I
confide in my own strength? Walking or standing, is not my face
toward thee? Do I not inquire the counsels of thy mouth? Do I not
seek for thy mighty counsels, O thou great lord of Egypt, at whose
approach the oppressors of the land are scattered? What now is the
hope of these Aamou? Amen shall abase those