said Sir Bedivere. Then the king gat his spear

in both his hands, and ran toward Sir Mordred

crying, Traitor, now is thy death day come.

And

when Sir Mordred heard Sir Arthur, he ran until

him with his sword drawn in his hand. And then

King Arthur smote Sir Mordred under the shield,

with a foin of his spear throughout the body more

than a fathom. And when Sir Mordred felt that he

had his death’s wound, he thrust himself, with

the might that he had, up to the butt of King

Arthur’s