there was a merchant in baghdad who sent his (1)servant to the marker to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back,white and trembling, and said, "Master, just now when I was in the market-place,I(2) was jostled by a women in the crowd and when I turned, I saw it was Death that jostled me. she(3) looked at me and made a threatening gesture. please lend me your(4) horse and I will ride away from this city and avid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there Death will not find me. The merchant lent him his horse and the servant mounted it(5) and he dug his(6) spurs into its flanks and fast as the hirse could gallop he went.