There Arthur sees her for the last time and mourns over her before he goes forth to his last battle with Modred.
But Modred was in the pride of youth; muscular and sinewy was the frame of Modred.
But vain is human strength; the unseen messenger of the Gods laughs at the impotent efforts of Modred.
Modred started with horror, and in his turn fled away swifter than the winds.
And none of all escaped him save Sir Modred, who, sorely wounded, flew away for life.
And this very thing came to pass in Arthur's battle with Modred.
Modred is seen retreating league by league before King Arthur.
And Arthur engaged in personal combat with Modred just as the sun was going down.
And now he must fight a number of them both in the ranks of Lancelot and under the banner of Modred.
When Modred knew what the people wished, he was glad, and he made up his mind to do a cruel deed.