At last the castellan beat down the stranger so that he fell to his knees and let go of his shield. He exposed the side where the lion had already injured him, and there Linier gave him another wound, deep and wide, through his hauberk. The hero recovered from it right away and sprang up like a true warrior. Unable to make use of his shield, he thrust it behind his back, as fury commanded him to do. The struggle now seemed to him laborious and difficult. With both hands he grasped the sword with which he was fighting. He was weak from his wounds and also from his rage. Then the highborn youth thought, “One way or the other, this must end. Since I am so badly wounded, I will try one more blow, come of it what may. I will
give it all my strength.” With this he ran at the castellan, who just before had nearly destroyed him, and dealt Linier, that gallant hero, such a blow to the head that the sword carved down till it found his teeth. From that stroke the warrior died.

Lanzelet