“Even Death listened, and said, “Go on, little nightingale, go on!”
Hans Christian Andersen’s tale The Nightingale is about the Emperor of China, who would rather listen to the song of a mechanical nightingale than to that of the real bird. When the false nightingale breaks down, it cannot be repaired. When the Emperor languishes unto death, nothing can cure him.
Death sits on his chest, wearing his crown, holding his banner and carrying his sword, bringing back to the Emperor his deeds, good and bad.
Only the song of the live nightingale restores the ruler to health…
“You must not let anyone know that you have a little bird who tells you everything; then all will go even better.”