He said nothing. He would never let a bird out of a cage again. His mother had explained to him what happened to cherished little birds when they fell among the wild fowl.

It had made a deep impression on him and Mary believed that he had had enough of a lesson. She would not tell Henry of the many scrapes in which their first-born had been involved. She could not bear to think of his being beaten. She believed there were other ways of teaching him.

When Henry told the children about the bears they were overcome with awe and wonder. Harry could not restrain his joy; he talked of nothing else. Their father ordered that a pit should be dug for them and there their antics could amuse the children, but there must be a keeper for them and the children must remember that they might be dangerous animals.

The thought of danger made Harry's eyes sparkle. He was very anxious for everyone to know that he was not afraid of anything. Thomas might be frightened in the dark; Harry jeered at that. When he heard the servants talking about the hare of Bolingbroke he listened intently; he frightened Thomas with his account of it and Thomas had nightmares and would awake crying out that the hare was in the room so that Joan had to take him into her bed and assure him that there was no such thing.

"There is, there is," Thomas insisted. "Harry says so"

"That wicked limb of Satan," murmured Joan. If the hare came for anybody it would be for him."

Then she crossed herself for she feared she might have ill wished her precious Harry.

Harry cared nothing. He boasted that he wished the hare would come out and he'd catch it, he would. He'd catch and boil it in a pot for dinner.

"You mustn't say such things," said Joan. "If this hare is the shape some poor tormented soul has taken you couldn't boil it in a pot and eat it."

"I could," boasted Harry.

"That boy frightens the life out of me," Joan told Mistress Mary Hervey, a newcomer to the castle whom the Countess had engaged to act as a governess to the children.

Mary Hervey said that Harry was a bold and imaginative boy, by far the most interesting child it had ever been her lot to teach, so it was clear that she too had fallen under his spell.

Mary Hervey taught the two elder boys and when they grew older the others would come under her care. Harry was a bright child, good at his lessons when he was interested in them and she had hopes of making a scholar of him.

In the meantime he was obsessed with the bears and when they arrived, he was almost wild with excitement.

The keeper was going to teach them tricks and Harry and Thomas were allowed to watch. The bears were in a deep pit from which they could not escape. Only the keeper went down to them. Everyone else, decreed Henry, must watch them from above.

Every day for an hour Harry and Thomas were allowed to watch them. Harry would become so excited; he would shout to them. He loved all three but the smallest of them delighted him most. He longed to go down and tell this bear that one day he would rescue it from its pit and they would go travelling together. They would have the most wonderful adventures. They would go and joust with the French knights; then they would go and fight with the Teutonic knights; and they would always be together. When his enemies were surrounding him the bear would come and drive them all away; and when some wicked men tried to take the bear away and put him into a ring to be baited by wild dogs, Harry would leap into the ring, kill all the dogs and emerge triumphant with his dear dear bear.

It was galling that he was never even allowed to go into the pit.

The bear had become so much a part of his days and he half believed the adventures he had imagined were true. One afternoon when the household was quiet he slipped down to the pit. The bears were sleeping. Around the top of the pit there were iron spikes to prevent the bears getting out. It was not difficult for Harry to slip between these. Now he could scramble down to the bears.

It was not as easy as he had imagined. The slope was steep. He made his way cautiously; he slipped a little, regained his footing and continued to clamber. Now he was right down in the pit. The bears looked very big so close and he could not help feeling very small. They were asleep—all of them, even his own special bear.

What would have happened to Harry in the bear pit was never known because the keeper happened to pass by at that moment and glancing down into the pit, he could not believe his own eyes. When he had assured himself that it was indeed the Lord Harry who was down there, he was horrified. The bears were sleeping and if they were disturbed they could be bad tempered. What might happen then, he dared not think. He could not slip through the spikes as Harry had been able to, but in the pit was a hut which he used to prepare the bears, food and store other things he needed for the care of them, and this was reached by steps from the outside and into the pit. He unlocked the gate to the steps and within a short time he was in the pit. Harry was standing by the smallest of the bears and talking to it. The bear had awakened and was sniffing the child. The keeper snatched up Harry and carried him into the hut.

"How did you get down here?" he demanded.

"I got through the spikes and climbed down."

"You have been told not to do such a thing."

"No I have not," said Harry. "I have not been told not to go through the spikes and down into the pit."

"But you knew the bears could be dangerous."

Yes, Harry had known that, but no one had said he must not get through the spikes.

Of course he had not been told precisely that because no one had thought he would do so.

"I shall have to tell where I found you," said the keeper.

"Why?" asked Harry.

"Because you might have been killed."

"My bear would never have killed me. If the others had tried to he would have saved me."

The keeper was exasperated. He would have to tell Harry's father for if there was an accident later he would be blamed. He could not risk that. The boy had to be stopped.

Mary was with Henry when the keeper asked to be seen. Harry was with him and he explained where he had found him.

"He was quite fearless, my lord. There in the bears' pit. Why, they could have turned on him."

"Oh Harry!" cried his mother reproachfully.

But it was at his father that Harry was looking.

Henry regarded his son sternly. "Go to your room at once," he said.

Harry lifted his head high and gave his father that defiant look which Henry had seen before. But he obeyed and went from the room.

"He had worked his way through the spikes, my lord. He had scrambled down. He's so fond of the bears, especially the smallest one. He was talking to it when I found him. I could see he was going to touch it at any minute. My heart was in my mouth as I snatched him up."

"You did well," said Henry. "Put more spikes in so that not even the smallest child can get through. I shall remember what you have done today."

The keeper went out gratified and Mary said: "Oh Henry, he is only a child you know."

"What I don't know is what we are going to do with him."

"Henry, you won't beat him too hard. He is really delicate, you know, although it's hard to believe."

"He doesn't seem to be afraid of anything"

"It is admirable in a way."

Henry smiled slowly. "You're right," he said. "When he looks at me in that defiant way I think he would like to kill me."

"Oh Henry, don't say such things. You're his hero. In the games he plays it is all about what you are doing. He pretends to joust and fight the Lithuanians. And he always takes your part. He is always you. Poor Thomas has to be whatever Harry decides. It is just that he has unbounded energy and he does get into such mischief."

"He is a grand boy, I'll grant you. But he needs discipline. I'll go to him."

"Henry." She laid her hand on his arm pleadingly.

"Rest assured," he said softly, "I will do what is best for him."

Harry was waiting for him, sullen and defiant.

"Harry," said Henry sitting down, "I wish to speak to you. Come here."

Harry went. He was looking for the stick. He could not understand why his father had not brought it.

Henry drew the boy to him. "Why are you so disobedient?" he asked.

"I was only talking to my bear."

"You know you are not supposed to go down into the bear pit."

Harry was silent. "Did you know it?"

"Nobody said."

"You knew it though, did you not?"

"I knew Thomas must not go."

"And you thought you might?"

Harry drew himself up to his full height. "I knew they wouldn't hurt me."

"So you were not afraid?"

"If the others had tried to bite me we'd have fought them."

"Who would?"

"My bear and I."

Henry thought: It is useless. I should be proud of him.

I could never have endured a weakling. He is fearless. He is a boy any father would be proud of.

"Harry," he said, "you know your grandfather is a very great man."

"He's John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster," said Harry promptly.

"That's right, and because he is who he is you must learn to be worthy to be his grandson. You must be bold; you must fear nothing but what is evil."

"I'm not afraid of evil," boasted Harry.

His father smiled. "Harry," he said, "I am not going to beat you this time. It was wrong to go into the pit. You might have been mauled by the bears, perhaps even killed. You must think before you act. I like it well that you should not be afraid but you must be more thoughtful for others. Think of how sad your mother and I would be, and your brothers too, if anything happened to you."