Now behold [before his death] His Majesty had despatched an army to the Land of the Themehu, under the command of his eldest son, the beautiful god Usertsen.  And he went and raided the desert lands in the south, and captured slaves from the Thehenu (Libyans), and he was at that moment returning and bringing back Libyan slaves and innumerable beasts of every kind.  And the high officers of the Palace sent messengers into the western country to inform the King’s son concerning what had taken place in the royal abode.  And the messengers found him on the road, and they came to him by night and asked him if it was not the proper time for him to hasten his return, and to set out with his bodyguard without letting his army in general know of his departure.  They also told him that a message had been sent to the princes who were in command of the soldiers in his train not to proclaim [the matter of the King’s death] to any one else.

Sanehat continues:  When I heard his voice speaking I rose up and fled.  My heart was cleft in twain, my arms dropped by my side, and trembling seized all my limbs.  I ran about distractedly, hither and thither, seeking a hiding-place.  I went into the thickets in order to find a place wherein I could travel without being seen.  I made my way upstream, and I decided not to appear in the Palace, for I did not know but that deeds of violence were taking place there.  And I did not say, “Let life follow it,” but I went on my way to the district of the Sycamore.  Then I came to the Lake (or Island) of Seneferu, and I passed the whole day there on the edge of the plain.  On the following morning I continued my journey, and a man rose up immediately in front of me on the road, and he cried for mercy; he was afraid of me.  When the night fell I walked into the village of Nekau, and I crossed the river in an usekht boat without a rudder, by the help of the wind from the west.  And I travelled eastwards of the district of Aku, by the pass of the goddess Herit, the Lady of the Red Mountain.  Then I allowed my feet to take the road downstream, and I travelled on to Anebuheq, the fortress that had been built to drive back the Satiu (nomad marauders), and to hold in check the tribes that roamed the desert.  I crouched down in the scrub during the day to avoid being seen by the watchmen on the top of the fortress.  I set out again on the march, when the night fell, and when daylight fell on the earth I arrived at Peten, and I rested myself by the Lake of Kamur.  Then thirst came upon me and overwhelmed me.  I suffered torture.  My throat was burnt up, and I said, “This indeed is the taste of death.”  But I took courage, and collected my members (i.e. myself), for I heard the sounds that are made by flocks and herds.  Then the Satiu of the desert saw me, and the master of the caravan who had been in Egypt recognised me.  And he rose up and gave me some water, and he warmed milk [for me], and I travelled with the men of his caravan, and thus I passed through one country after the other [in safety].  I avoided the land of Sunu and I journeyed to the land of Qetem, where I stayed for a year and a half.