Harry Monmouth, Prince Hal, was, as you had heard, a wild lad. But all the people told he matured— somehow. He had been lot more composed and responsible since his father's death. Instead of drowning himself with luxury, they said he's far focused now. "His Majesty, King Henry the Fifth, would like to have you meet him," The attendant said, the tall windows letting in the orange sunshine. the lengthy candles that provide light. The Saint George woven onto the rear wall, a tall stone throne made of wood. And a young man turned to face you from the center of it. The young Henry the Fifth, wearing a crown, the youthful monarch, and you bow at his presence.