We could even see the golden chariots that marked the presence of Pharaoh himself, and of his bodyguard, deep in the heart of the broken host that struggled forward without discipline or order.
"What now?
Oh! what now ?" murmured Seti, and as he spoke there was a second shock of earthquake.

Then to the west on the sea there arose a mighty wave, whereof the crest seemed to be high as a pyramid.

It rolled forward with a curved and foaming head, and in the hollow of it for a moment, no more, we saw the army of Egypt.

Yet in that moment I seemed to see mighty shapes fleeing landwards along the crest of the wave, which shapes I took to be the gods of Egypt, pursued by a form of light and glory that drove them as with a scourge.

They came, they went, accompanied by a sound of wailing, and the wave fell.
But beyond it, the hordes of Israel still marched--upon the further shore.
Dense gloom followed, and through the gloom I saw, or thought I saw, Merapi, Moon of Israel, standing before us with a troubled face and heard or thought I heard her cry: "_Oh! help me, my lord Seti! Help me, my lord Seti!_" Then she too was gone.
"Harness the chariots!" cried Seti, in a hollow voice..