My five older brothers could not help themselves. When they took the throne, they were compelled to hunt in the forests of the forbidden mountain. Nobody who goes there ever returns.
Now I am king, I have that same compulsion, in spite of all the reasonable arguments of my people. They say, “Who will reign over us when you are dead? Stay with us and we will make you happy.”
I gather my friends and attendants, and we set out across the desert to the mountain, with its foaming waterfalls flashing in the sun, and its clear, still air.