| Once a servant walked into Lord Hamilton's room and said, 'Sir, your wife is about to give birth. She has contacted an astrologer who predicted that in the event it's a boy, she will die. If it's a girl, the father will die. And in the event of twins, a servant will die.' Lord Hamilton covered his knees with a plaid and said, 'Go back to her and help with the birth.' After a while the servant returned and reported, 'It's a girl, My Lord.' And the servant dropped dead. |
