I hope that you are not tired with this long explanation, for I think if you take the trouble to understand it, it may make the rest of this chapter more interesting. Now I will tell you a little more of the poem itself.
Layamon tells many wonderful stories of Arthur, from the time he was born to his last great battle in which he was killed, fighting against the rebel Modred.
This is how Layamon tells the story of Arthur’s death, or rather of his “passing”:
“Arthur went to Cornwall
with a great army.
Modred heard that
and he against him came
With unnumbered folk.
There were many of them fated.
Upon the Tambre
they came together,
The place was called Camelford,
evermore has that name lasted.
And at Camelford were gathered
sixty thousand
And more thousands thereto.
Modred was their chief.
Then hitherward gan ride
Arthur the mighty
With numberless folk
fated though they were.
Upon the Tambre
they came together,
Drew their long swords,
smote on the helmets,
So that fire sprang forth.
Spears were splintered,
Shields gan shatter,
shafts to break.
They fought all together
folk unnumbered.
Tambre was in flood
with unmeasured blood.
No man in the fight might
any warrior know,
Nor who did worse nor who
did better so was the conflict mingled,
For each slew downright
were he swain were he knight.
There was Modred slain
and robbed of his life day.
In
the fight
There were slain
all the brave
Arthur’s warriors
noble.
And the Britons all
of Arthur’s board,
And all his lieges
of many a kingdom.
And Arthur sore wounded
with war spear broad.
Fifteen he had
fearful wounds.
One might in the least
two gloves thrust.
Then was there no more
in the fight on life
Of two hundred thousand men
that there lay hewed in
pieces
But Arthur the king alone,
and of his knights twain.
But Arthur was sore wounded
wonderously much.
Then to him came a knave
who was of his kindred.
He was Cador’s son
the earl of Cornwall.
Constantine hight the knave.
He was to the king dear.
Arthur him looked on
where he lay on the field,
And these words said
with sorrowful heart.
Constantine thou art welcome
thou wert Cador’s son,
I give thee here
my kingdom.
Guard thou my Britons
so long as thou livest,
And hold them all the laws
that have in my days stood
And all the good laws