My Lord Priest-King, a Great Host came to our land.
Such was their swiftness, that they overran our own scouts in their chariots and horses.
South from the lands of the beaten Canaanites came a great host innumerable, men on top of unending chariots.
Verily, their weapon shone in the sun, crafted from the finest iron and bronze.
Behind their chariots, mighty banners to the Pharaohs and Gods of Khemet.
Behind those banners, great armies, with mighty war machines, the size never seen before in this land.
"Those are the warriors of distant Khemet, to whom our cousins of Byblos once paid tribute to, in the days before the Hatti rose." told me a veteran officer.
I knew not fear, my Lord. I relied on thy mighty garrison. Verily, thy men were some of the finest veterans of the war against Assur.
Ye assembled a mighty host to police Thy border. Truly, I believed ourselves invincible and set to planning the defenses.
Yet, I heard the ground itself shake. My men said, "Never so many Chariots have been assembled in such a mighty host!". The men fought in the mountains, so I dared not contest them.
Alas, it was for naught. The Khemetians broke through our walls and slaughtered your warriors.
I have seen war, my Lord, but I would have never imagined such sights. The streets ran red with blood, and yet, their host is still mighty and powerful.
We were merely impediment to them.
Never had I see such a mighty host. Never I expected such host to exist.
They took our city, and rather than going on pillage and plunder, turned the city to order in a night.
Disciplined, calm, orderly, never have I seen such host. Their priests bless them in the name of their gods, yea, for they are a deeply religious people.
I now pray with renewed fevour, for I pray that the Gods deliver us from this enemy, and enpower thy hand to smite Khemet as Assur has been.
I have survived, Lord, with my personal guard and my family, to bear the tale to Thee. I did not flee because I valued my life, for I am mere servant to thee. Men died for the cause of thy order so that I carry the information contained in parchment. I am eager to serve the Priest-King, with my life if need be. I only plead not to lose my life vainly, verily, to live advancing the Priest-King's goals, for the dead cannot serve.