Also between the figures were mystic signs, meaning I know not what.

The workmanship of the carving was grown shallow with time and use for the cylinder seemed to be very ancient, a sacred thing that had descended from generation to generation and was threaded through with a bar of silver on which it turned.
I put the seal which was like no other that I had seen, being the work of an early and simpler age, round my neck beneath my mail and we went on.
Descending the steep bank of the canal we came to the ford where the sand that had silted in was covered by not more than a foot of water.

As we entered it, on the top of the further bank appeared a body of about thirty armed and mounted men, one of whom carried the Great King's banner, on which I noted was blazoned the very figures that were cut upon the cylinder.

Now it was too late to retreat, so we rode through the water and met the soldiers.

Their officer advanced, crying, "In the name of the Great King, greeting, my lord Shabaka! "In the name of the Great King, greeting!" I answered.