Before Pharaoh and I parted a messenger brought me more good news.

Sure tidings had come that the King of kings had been driven by revolt in his dominions to embark upon a mighty war with Syria, Greece and Cyprus and other half-conquered countries, in which, doubtless by agreement, the fires of insurrection had suddenly burned up.

Also already Peroa's messengers had departed to tell them of what was passing on the Nile.
"If this be true," said Peroa when he had heard all, "the Great King will have no new army to spare for Egypt." "It is so, Pharaoh," I answered.

"Yet I think he will conquer in this great war and that within two years you must be prepared to meet him face to face." "Two years are long, Shabaka, and in them, by your help, much may be done." But as it chanced he was destined to be robbed of that help, and this by the work of Woman the destroyer.
It happened thus.

Amidst great rejoicings Pharaoh reached Memphis and in the vast temple of Amen laid down our spoils in the presence of the god, thousands of right hands hewn from the fallen, thousands of swords and other weapons and tens of chariots, together with much treasure of which a portion was given to the god.