A medieval astrologer prophesied to a king that his favourite mistress would quickly die.
Positive sufficient, the girl died a short while later.
The king was outraged on the astrologer, sure that his prophecy had introduced in regards to the girl’s dying.
He summoned the astrologer and gave him this command: “Prophet, inform me when you’ll die!”
The astrologer realized that the king was planning to kill him, instantly, it doesn’t matter what reply he gave.
So after some livid considering he stated, lastly, “I have no idea when I’ll die.
I solely know that every time I die, you’ll die three days later.”