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 wikl ride away from this city and avid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there Death will not find me.