Now the whole sky seemed to melt in fire, and in that fierce light was
seen Tua, Star of Amen, seated on her throne, holding her sceptre to the
heavens, and laughing in triumphant merriment. Well might she laugh, for
the two great obelisks without the gate that the old Hyksos lion had set
up there to stand "to all eternity," had fallen across the low pylons
and the doors and crushed them. On to the heads of those who watched
beneath they had fallen, shattering in their fall and carrying death to
hundreds. Beneath the electrum cap of one of them that had been hurled
from it in its descent right into the circle of the priests, lay a
shapeless mass. It was that man who had mocked the Queen and turned
faint beneath her gaze.
Through the western ruin of the hall those who were left alive within
it fled out, a maddened mob, trampling each other to death by scores,
fighting furiously to escape the vengeance of Amen and his daughter.
Within the enclosure the priests lay prostrate on their faces, each
praying to his god for mercy.
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