I am not so certain. [ —says the Hero King who sits upon a nearby slat of rock, his legs submerged to the knee in the water. The caress of the spring is almost a too-welcome thing, the heat seeing him more relaxed than he would care to be. And that is, perhaps, why he hasn't yet dipped fully into the water, knowing full well that when he did, he would find himself teetering upon that awful precipice of sleep—somewhere he has no wish to be, present company considered. ] Such a construct would only encourage further dalliance from our fellow Heroes.

[ As much is evident from the way so many have flocked to the springs in droves. ]

Who, after all, could resist this sort of luxury?