King Solomon's servant came breathlessly into the court,
"Please! Let me borrow your fastest horse!" he said to the King. "I must be in a town ten miles south of here by nightfall!"
"Why?" asked King Solomon.
"Because," said his shuddering servant, "I just met Death in the garden! Death looked me in the face! I know for certain I'm to be taken and I don't want to be around when Death comes to claim me!"
"Very well," said King Solomon. "My fastest horse has hoofs like wings. Take him." Then Solomon walked into the garden. He saw Death sitting there with a perplexed look on its face.
"What's wrong?" asked King Solomon.
Death replied, "Tonight I'm supposed to claim the life of your servant whom I just now saw in your garden. But I'm supposed to claim him in a town ten miles south of here! Unless he had a horse with hooves like wings, I don't see how he could get there by nightfall . . ."
