The din is so tremendous that no one can decide what it means: rage, defeat, or victory.
Now the right wing begins to bend outward and withdraw in a strange manner. In the rear of the wing appears a new dust cloud. At the same moment Pentuer races up, dismounts, and shouts,
"Patrokles is engaging the rear of the Libyans!"
The confusion on the right wing increases, and is passing to the centre. It is clear that the Libyans are beginning to withdraw, and that panic is seizing even their main column.
The whole staff of the prince, roused to the uttermost, follows the movements of the yellow dust, feverishly. In a few minutes alarm appears on the left wing. The Libyans have begun to flee in that quarter.
"May I never see another sun, if this is not a victory!" cried a veteran officer.
A courier rushes in from the priests, who from the highest hill had followed the course of the battle, and reports that on the left wing the troops of Mentezufis are visible, and that the Libyans are surrounded on three sides.
"They would fly like deer if the sand did not hinder them."
"Victory! May our chief live forever!" cried Pentuer.
It was only two hours after midday.