One of them, a youth of twenty years, wore an embroidered purple shirt, a gold chain was around his neck, and he carried a sword richly mounted. He seemed unconscious; the eyes were turned in his head, and there was foam on his lips. In him Ramses recognized the chief. He approached him, drew the chain from his neck, and unfastened his sword.
Some old Libyan who seemed less wearied than others, seeing this, called out,
"Though Thou art victor, Egyptian, respect the prince's son, who is chief."
"Is he the son of Musawasa?" asked Ramses.
"Thou hast spoken truth," replied the Libyan. "This is Tehenna, the son of Musawasa; he is our leader; he is worthy to be even prince of Egypt."
"But where is Musawasa?"
"In Glaucus. He will collect a great army and avenge us."
The other Libyans said nothing; they did not even look at their conquerors.
At command of Ramses the Asiatics disarmed them without the least trouble, and sat down in the shade themselves.
At that moment they were all neither enemies nor friends, only men who were mortally wearied. Death was hovering over all, but beyond rest they had no desire.