"Galleys of warre" were made ready for the expedition, and the king came to Westminster, both to meet his Parliament and to pray in the shrine of Edward for the blessing and protection of that saint, though he firmly believed an old prophecy that he should die in Jerusalem would be now fulfilled. While kneeling in the shrine, he became so ill that those about him thought he would die in that place. But with difficulty they moved him to the fine chamber in the Abbot’s house, carrying him on a litter through the cloisters, and "there they laid him before the fire on a pallet, he being in great agony for a certain time." At last, when he came to himself, he asked where he was, and when this had been told him, he inquired if the chamber had any special name. He was told its name was Jerusalem. "Then sayd the Kynge: Laud be to the Father of Heaven, for nowe I knowe I shall dye in this chamber, accordynge to ye propheseye of me aforesayde, that I should dye in Jerusalem." So, in that dark tapestried room, the king, lying there in his royal robes, just as he had come from doing honour to St. Edward, made himself ready to die. His son, Prince Harry, was with him, though between the two there had been many a misunderstanding and quarrel during the last few years; and Shakespeare, taking his facts from the French chronicler, tells how Henry lay there unconscious, his crown on a pillow at his side, and at last seemed to breathe no more. Whereupon the attendants, believing him to be dead, covered over his face, and Prince Harry first held the crown in his hands, then set it on his own head. This very act seemed to call the dying king back to life, for he groaned, came to himself, and missed the crown. "What right have you to it, my son?" he asked reproachfully. The Prince made answer: "My lord, as you have held it by the right of your sword, it is my intent to hold and defend the same during my life." To which replied the king: "I leave all things to God, and pray that He will have mercy upon me." And thus saying he died. But the English chroniclers give another picture of the Prince, and describe him sobered and awestruck in the presence of Death, kneeling at his father’s side as the priest administered the Holy Sacrament, tenderly recalling his wandering mind and saying— "My lord, he has just consecrated the Body of the Lord Christ: I entreat you to worship Him, by whom kings reign and princes rule." Then the king raised himself up to receive the cup, blessed his son, kissed him, and died.