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Spires, the Wailing City

Now it happened in the city of Spires, in the same year that this book was\nbegun, that a certain\nDevout woman held conversation with a suspected witch, and, after the manner of\nwomen, they used\nAbusive words to each other. But in the night she wished to put her little\nsuckling child in its cradle\nAnd remembered her encounter that day with the suspected witch. So,\nfearing some danger to the\nChild, she placed consecrated herbs under it, sprinkled it with holy water,\nput a little blessed salt to\nIts lips, signed it with the sign of the cross, and diligently secured the\ncradle. About the middle of\nThe night she heard the child scream…\nIs it a goatish gorge I smell there on thy pale maiden flesh?\nArt thou willing to deny the Anomalous Woman — the deamon lendeth a hand\nHast thou murdered unchristened children, and anointed their limbs?\nHast thou received burning semen inside the womb\nO young gentle witch of mine???\nHe seemeth not disposed to lose his potency\nAnd deformed hands ruin her progeny\nHis sinful phallus treacherously disenchanted\nEcce veritatem dico sciens quod dum auditores sint verbi\nEt non factores amplius deus offendit et lucrum meum augmentatur\nAnd it came to pass at a night in Rome\nThat I dined with a Bohemian Priest\nWho so woebegone moaned about a nameless tree, a female and a Daemon\nWho so afflicted screamed when tied to the columns of our saviour\nWho so calumnious mocked our Virgin in obsessive abuse of his limbs\nPerennially suffering… howling… crushing his teeth into the marble\n«Here he stood, here he stood!»