"Eunana?" repeated the pharaoh. "But what of the others?"
"All, all the volunteers who went with Tutmosis were sold to the priests."
"Well, I must finish this!" said Ramses. "Sound the trumpets for the
Asiatic regiments."
The trumpets sounded, and the Asiatics hurried from the barracks, leading their horses.
"Give me my steed!" said the pharaoh. But he felt a sudden dizziness and added, "No, give me a litter, I should tire myself."
All at once he tottered into the arms of the officers.
"Oh, I almost forgot," said Ramses in a dying voice. "Bring my helmet and sword that steel sword from the Soda. Let us go to Memphis."
Officials and servants ran out of the villa with torches. The pharaoh was supported by officers, his face was pale and his eyes were mist- covered. He stretched forth his hand as if seeking his breastplate, his lips moved, and amid general silence the lord of two worlds, the temporal and the western, breathed his life out.
The dove-eyed goddess Astaroth had avenged the wrong done her priestess.