This man gripped him round the middle and they rolled together on the ground.

Laban appeared and stabbed the Prince in the back, but the curved knife he was using snapped on the Syrian mail.
I struck at Laban and wounded him on the head, dazing him so that he staggered back and seemed to fall over the chariot.

Then others rushed at me, and but for Userti's armour three times at least I must have died.

Fighting madly, I staggered against the rock, and whilst waiting for a new onset, saw that Seti, hurt by Laban's thrust, was now beneath the great Hebrew who had him by the throat, and was choking the life out of him.
I saw something else also--a woman holding a sword with both hands and stabbing downward, after which the grip of the Hebrew loosened from Seti's throat.
"Traitress!" cried one, and struck at her, so that she reeled back hurt.
Then when all seemed finished, and beneath the rain of blows my senses were failing, I heard the thunder of horses' hoofs and the shout of "_Egypt! Egypt!_" from the throats of soldiers.

The flash of bronze caught my dazed eyes, and with the roar of battle in my ears I seemed to fall asleep just as the light of day departed..