Around 1250, a merchant leaves France for a 2 years trip to the middle-east. When he comes back, his unfaithful wife had a son with a handsome young man of the city. Upon coming back home, the merchant sees the baby, who is obviously too young to be his own. He asks his wife: "My dear wife, please tell me whose son is this ?
-Dear husband, last winter, during a snowy day, as I was wandering, sad and crying because you were absent, I looked up in the sky in prayer for your safe return, and I accidentally ate a snowflake. And then, miraculously, the following year, I was blessed with this child !
-Truly, this must be a miracle ! The grace of God is upon our family ! I will raise this child as my own, as we are blessed by Him !"
The merchant does not say any more word, although he is suspicious, and carries on with his life, often leaving for 1 or 2 years travelling in the East. When the boy reaches the age of 15, the merchant decides to take him with him for a business travel to teach him the job. The wife begs him to be careful, tells him she will pray for their success and well-being, and asks him to bring her son back home safe. The man travels to Genoa, where he meets a friend who takes him to Alexandria. There, he quickly sells the boy on the slave market, continues his business in the Middle-East, and heads back home. As he enters, his wife sees that he is alone, panics and asks him :
"Husband, where is my son ? what happened to him ?!
-He melted."
PS : paraphrase of a 800 years old joke from an old-french Fabliau
source : http://gallica.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/bpt6k209379m/f184.image
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