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whithr: Appointment in Samarra A merchant of Baghdad was…

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Appointment in Samarra

A merchant of
Baghdad was sipping tea in his garden when his servant ran up to him,
breathless and trembling.
“Master,” he cried. “I have just
seen Death in your garden. She pointed at me with such a ghastly
stare that I knew she had come for me.”
“So you have seen
Death,” the merchant replied, “as each man must. I
understand your alarm.”
“I must leave Baghdad and go far away
from Death. I have a brother in Samarra. I will go there tonight,
Master, and escape my fate.”
“Then take my swiftest horse, and
go with my blessing.”
As the hoofbeats of the fleeing servant
faded in his ears, the merchant, curious, walked through his gardens
to confront Death.
“My servant has done no harm. Why do you disturb him with your ghastly stare?”
Death smiled. “I did not mean to.
I was merely surprised to see him in Baghdad when I have an
appointment with him this evening, at his brother’s house in
Samarra.”

old illustration from last year
published in Cricket magazine

Source: Tales of Necromancy

by cnkguy
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