Moreover, his was the longer weapon; it fell upon the scales of armour of Rames and beat him back, it fell again on his shoulder and struck him to his knee.

It fell a third time, and glancing from the mail wounded him in the thigh so that the blood flowed.

Now a soldier of Pharaoh's guard shouted to encourage his captain, and the Nubians shouted back, crying to their prince to slit the hog's throat.
Then Rames seemed to awake.

He leapt from his knees, he smote and the blow went home, though the iron which the Nubian wore beneath his robe stayed it.

He smote again more fiercely, and now it was the blood of Amathel that flowed.