Well, the lad soon grew famous, and was called in far and near, and he helped many to health again who had been given over. When he came in and saw how Death sat by the sick man's bed, he foretold either life or death, and his foretelling was never wrong. He got both a rich and powerful man, and at last he was called in to a king's daughter far, far away in the world. She was so dangerously ill no doctor thought he could do her any good, and so they promised him all that he cared either to ask or have if he would only save her life.
Now, when he came into the princess's room, there sat Death at her pillow; but as he sat he dozed and nodded, and while he did this she felt herself better.
"Now, life or death is at stake," said the doctor; "and I fear, from what I see, there is no hope."
But they said he must save her, if it cost land and realm. So he looked at Death, and while he sat there and dozed again, he made a sign to the servants to turn the bed round so quickly that Death was left sitting at the foot, and at the very moment they turned the bed, the doctor gave her the draught, and her life was saved.
"Now you have cheated me," said Death, "and we are quits."
"I was forced to do it," said the doctor, "unless i wished to lose land and realm."
"That shan't help you much," said Death; "your time is up, for now you belong to me."
"Well," said the lad, "what must be must be; but you'll let me have time to read the Lord's Prayer first?"
