Shabaka is driven away in his turn, I see him travelling south with the dwarf and with myself, looking very sad.

Time passes.

I see the moons float by; I see messengers reach Shabaka, sent by Peroa and you O holy Tanofir; they tell of trouble in Egypt.

I see Shabaka and the dwarf coming north at the head of a great army of black men armed with bows.

With them I come rejoicing, for my heart seems to shine.