Chapter 22

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The narrator, Pope Joan, opens by describing how she learned the alchemical art of transubstantiating unleavened bread into the sacred host. She then swings a burning piece of frankincense, producing blue‑green snakes of smoke that coil around the hem of her robe as she stands high in the papal chair, blessing fervent crowds. She boasts of being nearer to heaven than cardinals, archbishops, bishops, priests, and of holding the title Vicar of Rome, making the Vatican her home and chanting “in nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti amen,” while claiming she is twice as virtuous as the male clergy. Despite these outward displays, she confesses that she “did not believe a word.” She turns to “daughters or brides of the Lord,” and explains the closest she ever felt to divine power was the sensation of a hand repeatedly lifting and flinging her. This physical turmoil coincides with her baby being forced out “from between my legs where I lay in the road in my miracle.” She emphasizes that the child’s conception was not the result of any man or pope, presenting the birth as a pure, miraculous event.