Myself I took my great black bow and drew it thrice, and each time I saw a noble fall, for no mail could withstand the arrows which it sent, and of that art I was a master.

None in Egypt could shoot so far or so straight as I did, save perhaps Peroa himself.

I had no time to do more since always I must be moving up and down the line encouraging my men.
Three times we drove them back, after which they grew cunning.

Ceasing from a direct onslaught and keeping what remained of their chariots in reserve, they sent one body of men to climb along the slope of the hill where the rocks gave them cover from our arrows, and another to creep through the reeds and growing crops upon the bank of the river where we could not see to shoot them well, although the slingers in the ships did them some damage.
Thus they attacked us on either flank, and while we were thus engaged their centre made a charge.

Then came the bitterest of the fighting for now the bows were useless, and it was sword against sword and spear against spear.