About midnight
There were no stars , but the curtain of black cloud which seemed to hang beyond the camp of the Egyptians was alive with lightnings which appeared to shape themselves to letters that I could not read . `` Behold the Book of Fate written in fire by the hand of God ! '' said Bakenkhonsu , as he watched . About midnight a mighty east wind began to blow , so strongly that we must lie upon our faces under the lea of the chariots . Then the wind died away and we heard tumult and shoutings , both from the camp of Egypt , and from the camp of Israel beyond the cloud . Next there came a shock as of earthquake , which threw those of us who were standing to the ground , and by a blood-red moon that now appeared we perceived that all the army of Pharaoh was beginning to move towards the sea . `` Whither go they ? ''