Four footsoldiers held her by her arms, and she wept so softly that her whole face was wet with tears, but she made no sound. Those who were holding her were treating her very badly.

With them were a good six knights, fully armed, who said to the men holding the lady, ‘Throw this dwarf into the fire, and then the lady.”

[...]

Then they charged at each other, and Morholt, who was angry, struck him so hard that he pierced his shield and
hauberk, put the blade through his body, and bore him from his horse to the ground. In the fall the blade broke. When the others saw this, they all charged at Morholt. He was not dismayed, being very able and agile; he took his sword and struck the first man he met so hard that he stunned him and knocked him from his horse to the ground. The others attacked him from all sides, but he defended himself so marvelously that he made them all quit the field. He struck the largest so marvelously that he made his head fly more than a lance length from his body. When the others saw this, they lost confidence and turned and fled, some here, others there. Morholt did not chase them far, for he saw clearly that he could not catch them easily, since they were all on swift horses, but he went to the lady and dismounted to untie the dwarf. The field was already so empty that there was not a man left, for all had been defeated.

Post-Vulgate Merlin