The tale of the doctor who defied Death - Iseult Gillespie

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A husband and wife were in despair. The woman had just given birth to their 13th child, and the growing family was quickly running out of food and money. Wandering into the woods, the father encountered a skeletal figure with sunken eyes and a gaunt face: this was Death himself, come to offer his services as Godfather. Iseult Gillespie tells the tale of Death and the doctor.

Lesson by Iseult Gillespie, directed by Yael Reisfeld.

In their ramshackle hut
on the edge of the woods,

a husband and wife were in despair.

The woman had just given birth
to their thirteenth child,

and the growing family was quickly
running out of food and money.

The father walked into the woods
to ponder their problem.

After hours spent wandering
through the trees,

he encountered two shadowy silhouettes.

The first figure appeared
to be the man’s God,

while the second resembled the Devil.

Both figures offered to lighten
the man’s burden,

and act as Godfather
to his most recent child.

But the man refused their offer—

he wouldn’t entrust his son to those
who passed judgment on human life.

He ventured deeper
into the tangled thicket.

Here in the darkest part of the woods,
the father made out a third figure.

Sunken eyes stared out of its gaunt face,
which broke into a crooked smile.

This was Death himself,
come to offer his services as Godfather.

He promised to return
when the child came of age,

to bring him happiness and prosperity.

The father— knowing that all people
are equal in the eyes of Death—

accepted his offer.

Years later, when the child had grown
into an ambitious young man,

his skeletal Godfather
came for his promised visit.

In his gnarled hand
he held a flask containing the cure

for all human ailments.

Death had brought this flask
for his Godson,

promising to make him a successful doctor.

But the powerful potion
came with very strict rules.

If his Godson encountered a sick person

and Death was hovering
at the top of their bed,

the doctor could heal them with
just a waft of the antidote’s fumes.

But if Death lingered
at the foot of the bed,

he’d already claimed the patient
as his own—

and the doctor could do nothing for them.

In time, the doctor’s potent potion
and uncanny instincts

became known throughout the land.

He grew rich and famous, casting off
the hardships of his early life.

When the king fell ill, he summoned
the famous physician to treat him.

The doctor swept into the palace,
ready to show off his skills.

But when he entered the king’s chamber,

he was dismayed to see Death
settled at the foot of the bed.

The doctor desperately wanted the glory
of saving the king—

even if it meant deceiving his Godfather.

And so, he swiftly spun the bed around
and reversed Death’s position,

leaving the doctor free
to administer the antidote.

Death was livid.

He warned his arrogant Godson
that if he ever cheated Death again,

he would pay for it with his life.

Death and the doctor
continued their travels.

After some time, the king’s messengers
came to collect the doctor yet again.

The princess was gravely ill,

and the king had promised incredible
riches to anyone who could cure her.

The doctor approached the princesses’
chamber with gold in his eyes.

But upon seeing the sleeping princess,
his greed fell away.

He was so struck by her grace,

that he failed to notice
Death lurking by her feet.

He swiftly healed the princess,

but before she could even utter
her thanks,

Death had dragged
his lovesick Godson away.

In an instant,
the palace dissolved around them.

The doctor found himself
in an immense cave

lined with countless quivering candles,
each representing the duration of a life.

As punishment for his Godson’s
foolish attempt to master mortality,

Death whittled his candle
down to its wick.

Seeing his own dwindling light,

the doctor felt the fear
he’d often glimpsed in his patients’ eyes.

Desperately, he begged Death to transfer
his dying light onto a new candle.

His Godfather considered the request—
but the doctor’s betrayal was too great.

He loosened his bony grip,
and his Godson’s candle fell to the floor.

Death stood motionless,

his inscrutable face
fixed on the sputtering flame—

until all that was left of the doctor
was a wisp of smoke.