"Please! Let me borrow your fastest horse!" "I must be in a town ten miles south of here by nightfall!"
"Very well," "My fastest horse has hoofs like wings. TAKE HIM."
"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 . . ."
"Because," "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!"