with innumerable folk; he bare in his hand a battle-axe strong; he began to hew exceeding hardily; and the posts all hewed in pieces, that held up the hall.  There I saw Wenhaver eke, dearest of women to me; all the mickle hall roof with her hand she drew down; the hall gan to tumble, and I tumbled to the ground, so that my right arm brake in pieces,—­then said Modred, ‘Have that!’ Down fell the hall; and Walwain gan to fall, and fell on the earth; his arms both brake.  And I grasped my dear sword with my left hand, and smote off Modred his head, so that it rolled on the field.  And the queen I cut all in pieces with my dear sword, and afterwards I set her down in a black pit.  And all my good people set to flight, so that I knew not under Christ, where they were gone.  But myself I gan stand upon a weald, and I there gan to wander wide over the moors, there I saw gripes, and grisly fowls!  Then approached a golden lion over the down;—­a beast most fair, that our Lord made;—­the lion ran towards me, and took me by the middle, and forth gan her move, and to the sea went.  And I saw the waves drive in the sea; and the lion in the flood went with myself.  When we came in the sea, the waves took her from me; but there approached a fish, and brought me to land;—­then was I all wet, and weary from sorrow, and sick.  When I gan to wake, greatly gan I to quake; then gan I to tremble as if I all burnt with fire.  And so I have all night of my dream much thought; for I wot with certainty, gone is all my bliss, for ever in my life sorrow I must endure!  Alas! that I have not here Wenhaver, my queen!”

Then answered the knight:  “Lord, thou hast wrong; men should never a dream with sorrow interpret.  Thou art the mightiest man, that reigneth in land, and the wisest of all that dwelleth under heaven.  If it were befallen—­as will it not our Lord!—­that Modred, thy sister’s son, had taken thy queen, and set all thy royal land in his own hand, that thou to him committedest, when thou thoughtest to go to Rome; and had he done all this with his treachery, the yet thou mightest thee avenge with weapon worthily, and eft thy land hold, and govern thy people, and thine enemies fell, who did evil to thee, and slay them all clean, that there remain not one.”

Arthur then answered, noblest of all kings:  “So long as is ever, weened I that never, that ever Modred, my relative, who is man dearest to me, would betray me, for all my realm, nor Wenhaver, my queen, weaken in thought; would it not begin, for any worldly man!”

Even with the words forth-right then answered the knight:  “I say thee sooth, dear king, for I am thy underling.  Thus hath Modred done; thy queen he hath taken, and thy fair land set in his own hand.  He is king, and she is queen; of thy coming is there no expectation, for they ween not ever in sooth, that thou shalt come back from Rome.  I am thine own man, and saw this treason; and I am come to thyself, to say thee sooth.  My head be in pledge, that I have said thee sooth, without leasing, of thy loved queen, and of Modred, thy sister’s son, how he hath taken Britain from thee.”