Galled by our archery they marshalled their ranks to charge us again.

With a shout we leapt forward to meet them, for now from the higher ground I saw the chariots of Peroa rushing to our rescue.
We met, we fought.

Surely there had been no such fighting since the days of Thotmes and Rameses the Great.

Still they drove us back till unseen and unsuspected the chariots and the footmen of Peroa broke on them from behind, broke on them like a desert storm.

They gave, they fled this way and that, some to the banks of the Nile, some to the hills.