Tus Retreats on Foot

From B12.9, Tus Battles Forood. It illustrates B12.9.33–38:

B12.9.33
The horse fell headlong, lifeless on the ground;Tus burned for vengeance, wrath his senses bound.
B12.9.34
Back to the camp the dusty chief withdrew,Afoot, shield at his neck, bewildered too.
B12.9.35
Meanwhile Forood pursued him with these cries:“What grief has struck the mighty chieftain’s eyes?
B12.9.36
How shall he lead the armies to the fight,Who cannot face one youth upon the height?”
B12.9.37
The serving women laughed in mocking tone,From high walls down their scornful taunts were thrown.
B12.9.38
They cried: “The great chief stumbled down in fright,Undone before a stripling! What a plight!”