Chorus of charioteers. "To the West, oxen, ye are drawing the funeral car, to the West! Our lord is going after you."

Chorus III. "To the West, to the West, to the land of the just! The cities which Thou didst love are groaning and weeping behind thee."

The throng of people. "Go in peace to Abydos! Go in peace to Abydos! Go
Thou in peace to the Theban West!"

Chorus of female wailers. "O our lord, O our lord, Thou art going to the West, the gods themselves are weeping."

Chorus of priests. "He is happy, the most revered among men, for fate has permitted him to rest in the tomb which he himself has constructed."

Chorus of drivers. "To the West, oxen, ye are drawing the car, to the
West! Our lord is going behind thee."

The throng of people. "Go in peace to Abydos! Go in peace to Abydos, to the western sea." [Authentic expression.]

Every couple of hundred yards a division of troops was stationed which greeted the lord with muffled drums, and took farewell with a shrill sound of trumpets.

That was not a funeral, but a triumphal march to the land of divinities.

At a certain distance behind the car went Ramses XIII, surrounded by a great suite of generals, and behind him Queen Niort's leaning on two court ladies. Neither the son nor the mother wept, for it was known to them then (the common people were not aware of this), that the late pharaoh was at the side of Osiris and was so satisfied with his stay in the land of delight that he had no wish to return to an earthly existence.