Death appeared to the king in a dream. "I must take you at sunset tonight."
Terrified, the king summoned his minister. "Interpret this dream! What shall I do?"
"Sire," the minister replied, "you must take the swiftest horse and ride where Death will not find you. Head for Damascus!"
The king rode and rode, amazed at the horse's speed. At sunset, just outside Damascus, he stopped to water the horse.
"Thank you, good horse, for running so swiftly," he said.
"I also thank your good horse," said Death, who appeared out of nowhere. "I wasn't sure you'd arrive in time!"
Inspired by: The Little Book of Sufi Parables by Nico Neruda
Notes: This is story 9 in the book. The idea of not-escaping-Death also shows up in this story: Escaping the Angel of Death.