It is hard to realise the amazing physical endurance and activity which was needed to do the work of a medieval king.  Henry was never at rest.  It was only by the most arduous labour, by travel, by readiness of access to all men, by inexhaustible patience in weighing complaint and criticism, that he learned how the law actually worked in the remotest corners of his land.  He was scarcely ever a week in the same place; his life in England was spent in continual progresses from south to north, from east to west.  The journeyings by rough trackways through “desert” and swamp and forest, through the bleak moorlands of the Pennine Hills, or the thickets and fens that choked the lower grounds, proved indeed a sore trial for the temper of his courtiers; and bitter were the complaints of the hardships that fell to the lot of the disorderly train that swept after the king, the army of secretaries and lawyers, the mail-clad knights and barons followed by their retainers, the archbishop and his household, bishops and abbots and judges and suitors, with the “actors, singers, dicers, confectioners, huxters, gamblers, buffoons, barbers, who diligently followed the court.”  Knights and barons and clerks, accustomed to the plenty and comfort of palace and castle, found themselves at the mercy of every freak of the king’s marshals, who on the least excuse would roughly thrust them out into the night from the miserable hut in which they sought shelter and cut loose their horses’ halters, and whose hearts were hardly softened by heavy bribes.  They were often half-starved; if food was to be had at all, it was at the best stale fish, sour beer and wine, coarse black bread, and meat scarcely eatable, even with the rough appetite of travellers of that age.  Matters were made ten times worse by Henry’s mode of travelling.  “If the king has proclaimed that he intends to stop late in any place, you may be sure that he will start very early in the morning, and with his sudden haste destroy every one’s plans.  It often happens that those who have let blood or taken medicine are obliged at the hazard of their lives to follow.  You will see men running about like mad; urging forward their pack-horses, driving their waggons into one another, everything in confusion, as if hell had broken loose.  Whereas, if the king has given out that he will start early in the morning, he will certainly change his mind, and you may be sure he will snore till noon.  You will see the pack-horses drooping under their loads, waggons waiting, drivers nodding, tradesmen fretting, all grumbling at one another.  Men hurry to ask the loose women and the liquor retailers who follow the court when the king will start; for these are the people who know most of the secrets of the court.”  Sometimes, on the other hand, when the din of the camp was silenced for a while in sleep, a sudden message from the royal lodging would again set all in commotion.  A wild clatter of horsemen and footmen would fill the darkness.  The stout