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“In no way, madam, unless you be a priest, a magician, or a man of medicine. My wife is being devoured by a stomach worm.”

“Here, sir,” Alyce said, handing the baby to his father, “no stomach worm, but a loud and lusty boy.”

His mother shouted from inside, “Stomach worm, bah! In truth I thought a dragon was eating my innards. Give the lout to me, I will teach him to give such trouble and pain to his mother.”

“We have seen barren woman give birth, stomach worm transformed to innocent babe, dragon defeated by a girl who appeared from nowhere!”

“No saint, no angel. Corpus bones, I but delivered a child. Your wife never had a stomach worm.”