They did. One day, not too long from now, Henry would be standing in a city square gaping at the existance of a bloody fountain that far from the river, so he wasn't an expert, but he knew vaguely that such things existed. "Hot water from the wall?" he echoed. "Through pipes? That's-- that sounds like someone really clever did something-- like, hide little fires in the walls or something?"

It was the most outlandish thing he'd heard today that still felt within his grasp if he only stretched a touch.