Lancelot was awake, all scared of the dream he had dreamed. He seeth
them enter within all armed, and the damsel crieth to them: "Now will
it appear," saith she, "what you will do!"
Lancelot hath leapt up, thinking to take his sword, but findeth the
scabbard all empty. The damsel that held the sword was the first of
all to run upon him, and the five knights and the dwarf set upon him
from every side. He perceived that it was his own sword the damsel
held, the one he prized above all other. He taketh his lance that was
at his bed's head and cometh toward the master of the knights at a
great sweep, and smiteth him so fiercely that he thrusteth him right
through the body so that the lance passeth a fathom beyond, and beareth
him to the ground dead. His spear broke as he drew it back. He
runneth to the damsel that held the sword, and wresteth it forth of her
hands and holdeth it fast with his arm right against his flank and
grippeth it to him right strait; albeit she would fain snatch it again
from him by force, whereat Lancelot much marvelled. He swingeth it
above him, and the four knights come back upon him. He thinketh to
smite one with the sword, when the damsel leapeth in between them,
thinking to hold Lancelot fast, and thereby the blow that should have
fallen on one of the knights caught the damsel right through the head
and slew her, whereof he was right sorrowful, howsoever she might have
wrought against him.