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 spear.

And right so he smote his father Arthur with his sword holden in both his hands, on the side of the head, that the sword pierced the helmet and the brain-pan, and therewithal Sir Mordred fell stark dead to the earth.