Under the auspices of my guardian deity Hercules, two _soss_ of lions fell
before me. In the course of my progress on foot I slew them, and 800 lions
in my chariots in my exploratory journeys I laid low. All the beasts of
the field and the flying birds of heaven I made the victims of my
shafts.[1]
[Footnote 1: A very doubtful sentence.]