As Moon descended and Sun rose, the sky over Hemenu saw the Sun burn fiercer than usual, illuminating the earth with bright and unblemished light.
Awakening from rest, Ramses shook his heavy head. In the Royal Palace of the Pharaoh, someone guarded day and night; no annoying buzz of mosquitoes and flies could be heard outside. Yet, as he awoke fully, he always felt as though he had forgotten something.
"It's really old age, I can't even remember dreams clearly," he muttered.
"Huh—La has still not responded to me, and Egyptians continue to struggle amidst deep waters and raging fires."
His face was calm, but upon waking, he was once again faced with cruel reality.
If it were just one or two, or even one or two cities, Ramses thought he could accept such losses.
For the command of La, paying a price was something Egyptians should do; everyone took it for granted. However, recent experiences prompted the Pharaoh of the Nineteenth Dynasty to have some doubts.