“Are you not thirsty? said the Lion.

"I’m dying of thirst,” said Jill.

“Then drink,” said the Lion.

“May I—could I—would you mind going away while I do.?” said Jill.

Frantically Jill says, “I daren’t come and drink.”

“Then you will die of thirst,” said the Lion.

“Oh dear!” said Jill, coming another step nearer. “I suppose I must go and look for another stream then.”

“There is no other stream,” said the Lion.

— C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair (p. 21-22)