My lord sleeps under the stag standard now. I go out and sit with him in the evenings. It's peaceful.
Muwatalli won. Ramesses won. The treaty won. The horses lost. That's war.
I drove a chariot at Kadesh. Three men to a car: driver, spearman, shield-bearer. Egyptians put two in a car. That's why they went faster. And why they died faster.
Pentaweret wrote a poem about Kadesh. Nine hundred lines. I counted the lies once. I ran out of fingers in the first verse.
