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.