Rajid waited until the pain was unbearable before going to see the healer. She took one look at it and sent him across the river to the hedge magician who lived at the forest edge.
“I wish you’d come sooner, farmer.” The old man said, sadly. “How long ago did the imp bite you?”
“Two weeks. Is it too late, will I die?”
“No. But we’ll have to deliver the baby.”
“The imp baby. When the adult imp bit you, you were impregnated.”
Rajid just stared.
The hedge magician asked, exasperated, “well where did you think imps come from?”