or "Death in Tann"
The ferryman usually daring and greedy why today doesn't he want to brave the Flood?
But at last he casts off wondering and rows expectantly with skillful hands through the wild waves surrounding him and when he had conquered the waves he stood petrified before his passenger Shivers ran up and down his spine and tied his soul in burning knots.
With shivering bones he called In God's name climb in and slowly the shape moved on whose hollow cheeks promised devasta-tion which shot out of dark eyes in grey twin lightening on the horrified ferryman and held out his hand
A gruesome blood-red coat covered the ghastly companion in the small boat. The ferryman dips and rows with fear-heightened effort and from his brow runs cold sweat of fear and with this encumbrance and sinister load the old barge sighs and drives in tired haste sur-rounded by wind and waves to the home shore where he'd always found rest and peace after adventures
The boatman jumped on shore the the horror followed him and open his grisly coat unhurriedly. Bewildered the bargeman asked: where to man of God and this one called eerily I am Death from Tann I carry God's vengance in these lovely districts be-cause Godforsaken they only believe in themselves. "threehundredsixtyfive, as much as days per year, so many people I throw upon the bier". The hallways become graves, parents loose their kids, children without elders, infinite misery."
Then he took a ball out of a black pouch and offered it to the ferryman and gave it to him as pay. "Wear this ball", he spoke, "at your neck all the time, than you will be un-touched from the raging plague!"
Then the stranger moved further inland and had bloody harvest around Zeilarn and around Tann. And as the year the miseryful was expired, there were as many dead as days in a year.
The Ferryman yet, shipped for long the wet path and planted further the tidings of the great dying at Tann.