Harry laughed. It showed how little he knew of the London streets. Such a cry was enough to set everyone bolting their doors.

There was a scuffle. They were after all three to two. Harry was agile but not agile enough. He caught a strong blow in the ribs which left him breathless, but he was quick to respond and sent his opponent down to the ground.

He then tackled the gentleman with the pomander, who was easy prey.

"Their purses" he whispered to Oldcastle. And in a few seconds they were running through the dark streets with three purses in their possession.

Harry leaned against a wall and burst out laughing.

"Tomorrow" he said, "they will tell a fine tale."

They did not go back to the tavern that night.

The next day Harry enquired how his friends had received their bruises and expressed deep concern when they told him they had been set upon in East Cheap by a pack of ruffians.

"The streets are unsafe by night" said Harry with a show of concern.

Oldcastle added: " 'Tis unsafe to wander in them unarmed. Did you have nothing to defend yourself?"

"My good sir, try to defend yourself when set on by a gang."

"Were there many of them?" asked Harry solemnly.

"I'd say we were outnumbered three to one."

"No chance against so many" muttered Oldcastle.

"A plague on them, they had our purses."

"And you cannot afford the loss, I'll swear," said Harry. "Who of us can? I'll be generous. You're good fellows and brave. I'll swear you gave a good account of yourself. You will allow me to reimburse you."

The three adventurers declared themselves reluctant to rob the Prince.

"Come, come. You have been robbed."

Harry was almost hysterical with suppressed mirth as he handed back their own money.

When they were alone Sir John said: "I believe you gave more to one of them than the other two."

"You know why. He was the one who hit me in the ribs. I thought he should be rewarded for showing more fight than the others."

They had enjoyed the adventure so much that they decided to repeat it. Secrecy was a necessity.

"It's dangerous," said Sir John. "Who knows, someone of them may get the better of us."

"That's why it is exciting, you old buffoon."

Sometimes there was some rough fighting, but the more the attacked fought back the better Harry liked it.

It was his favourite game until someone detected that he was the instigator. From then on the game had lost its savour.

But there were always ways of amusing themselves in the taverns and the streets of London.

Harry had a servant of whom he was somewhat fond. He knew the fellow for a rogue but he was a merry one; and his unscrupulous behaviour amused the Prince. One day it occurred to him that he had not seen Bardolph for a few days and he asked where he was.

"My lord," was the answer, "he has been arrested."

"Arrested for what cause?"

"Some felony, my lord. It was of a certainty that he would be caught one day."

"Why was I not told? Is he not my servant?"

"Twas an offence which brought him before the Chief Justice, my lord."

"Before Gascoigne! Why he stands a chance of hanging then. I won't lose Bardolph to a hangman, that I swear."

"My lord, he comes up for trial this day."

"Then I shall leave at once for the courts."

He was as good as his word and impetuously he rode out. At the King's Bench sat Sir William Gascoigne—a man in his late fifties, dignified, deeply aware of the importance of his office and known throughout the country for his incorruptible determination to administer justice to high and low alike.

There was a commotion in court as Harry appeared and the judge called for order.

Harry went forward. He had seen his servant Bardolph.

"There stands my servant," he said. "I wish him to be released at once. If he has done aught which deserves punishment it is for me to administer it."

The judge surveyed the heated face of the young Prince calmly.

"You are wrong, my lord. This man's crime is one against society and it comes within my jurisdiction."

"You forget, my lord judge, to whom you speak."

"I speak in the name of the King," replied Sir William Gascoigne, "and I order you, his subject, to leave the court."

Harry was furious. He drew his sword and advanced on the judge, who sat still calmly watching him. There was a hushed silence. Many thought they were about to witness the murder of the Chief Justice by the Prince of Wales.

Then Sir William spoke. "Sir," he said, "remember I keep here the place of your sovereign lord and father to whom you owe double obedience. I charge you in his name, desist from your wilfulness and unlawful conduct. From henceforth, I beg of you, give a good example to those who in the future shall be your subjects. For your contempt and disobedience of the King's Bench you will go to prison where I shall commit you, and remain there until the pleasure of your father the King shall be known"

Harry was startled into silence. All he had to do was thrust his sword through the heart of this judge who had gone so far as to commit him, the Prince of Wales, to prison, yet he hesitated.

His anger faded suddenly as he began to see this incident clearly through the eyes of a bystander. If a King was going to maintain justice his courts must not be held in contempt. No one, whatever his rank, should burst in and demand the release of a prisoner. That way lay anarchy and as one who was going to wear the crown, his first duty was to maintain the laws of the land.

He laid down his sword and bowing to the judge he said: "You are right. You must do with me as you will. I ask your pardon and that of the court."

Sir William was clearly impressed by the wisdom of the Prince. His voice was gentle as he said: "You will wait here in this court until I know the will of the King. Messengers shall go to him with all speed. In the meantime we will continue with the business of the court."

The King was in his bedchamber when the messenger arrived. He was in a melancholy mood; he was looking truth straight in the face and he believed he was not going to live very long. Nor did he want to with this terrible affliction which had come to him. That was not all. There was another ailment—or perhaps the two were connected. At times he would go into a swoon or it might be a trance and be unaware of where he was or what was going on about him. One night his attendants had thought he was dead.

In his heart he wondered whether it was a retribution, a punishment for taking the crown. He was haunted by memories of Richard and he often dreamed of his cousin starving and freezing to death in his cell at Pontefract.

A crown, he thought, what men will do for it. And when they get it, what joy does it bring them?

His father had longed for it and died a frustrated man; his grandfather had rightfully inherited it and had worn it nobly —at least until his last days. And he ... Joyfully had he grasped it but it had weighed him down with trouble ever since it had been his.

Soon it would be Harry's turn—Harry with his wild life and his fondness for low companions, profligates like himself. What would become of the country?

And now a messenger to see him. He roused himself. Not ill news he trusted.

"My lord," said the messenger, "I come from the King's Bench."

He then related what had happened.

Henry listening, smiled slowly to himself. Yes, he thought, it is good news.

Then he lifted his eyes and said: "Oh merciful God, I thank you for a judge who feared not to administer justice and a son who can nobly submit to it."

He felt better than he had for a long time. It might well be that Harry would reform his ways. He could so easily have slain the judge, have caused havoc in the court. But he had submitted to justice.

It was a sign from heaven. His sins were forgiven. He might, after all his fears, be leaving England a worthy King.

He immediately sent his compliments and thanks to Sir William Gascoigne. He applauded his action. His son should be released. He was pleased that he had realized in time that justice must stand supreme in England.

Bardolph received a short term of imprisonment which fitted his crime and the Prince left the court on the best of terms with the judge; and the matter was said to be over.

But men talked of it and they marvelled at the Prince's behaviour. They were beginning to realize that in spite of his frivolous and reckless way of life there was within him a streak of seriousness.

The incident in the courts had without doubt had its sobering influence on Harry; and it seemed that his mood communicated itself to his crony John Oldcastle.

One day as they sat together in one of their favourite taverns, Oldcastle said to Harry: "I have been disturbed for some time and meaning to talk to you."

"You, disturbed? What ails you, John? Not some pox, I hope."

"You never thought of me as a religious man, my Prince."

"You have never shown me much evidence of your piety."

"I think a lot, you know; and since my marriage ..."

"Ah, the lady Cobham is having her effect on you, I see." Like you, my Prince, I was always deeply affected by the ladies."

"They render you frivolous, amorous, reckless yes ... but this lady makes you think. What strange alchemy has she to bring about this wondrous feat?"

"She is my wife, my lord."

"I know it well and through her you have discarded the comparatively humble Sir John Oldcastle and become Lord Cobham."