There he took up his abode for the night at a small hostelry, mentioning to the host that his master had wanted him to join the king's forces, but that he had no stomach for fighting, and intended to get work in the town.

The following morning he again started, and proceeded as far as Windsor, where he slept.

The next day, walking through Hounslow and Brentford, he stopped for the night at the village of Kensington, and the following morning entered the city.
Harry had never before been in the streets of London, for in his flight from his prison he had at once issued into the country, and the bustle and confusion which prevailed excited great surprise in his mind.

Even Oxford, busy as it was at the time, and full of the troops of the king and of the noblemen and gentlemen who had rallied to his cause, was yet quiet when compared with London.

The booths along the main streets were filled with goods, and at these the apprentices shouted loudly to all passer-by, "What d'ye lack?
What d'ye lack ?" Here was a mercer exhibiting dark cloths to a grave-looking citizen; there an armorer was showing the temper of his wares to an officer.