A man in his haste accidentally calls on Death to be his son's godmother. He sprouts and encounters success, and she makes him a doctor. He knows whether his patients will live or die by where Death stands near the bed. He tricks Death once to marry a princess, but Death has a trick of her own.
This has a lovely authorial voice which is occasionally amusing:
"Ah — now you think I have been lying to you, that this is only a story. It has a king in it. And while a story with Death might be true, a story with a king in it is always a fairy tale. But remember, this comes from a time when kings were common as corn. Plant a field and you got corn. Plant a kingdom and you got a king. It is that simple."
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