A proud hermit, Wali Kandhari, kept the only spring atop a hill and refused water to Nanak's thirsty companion. When fresh water sprang up below at the Guru's touch, the hermit in fury hurled a boulder down the slope. Nanak raised his open hand and the rock came to rest against his palm. What broke that day was not the boulder, but the hermit's pride — the only enemy worth defeating.