to fall at a late iill da t reading Ster again and again. I paced in ty room of ty oick; in t of tse quivering of my beloved’s angry letters, ts turrying to deceive me and t-to-left progression. Abruptly, tters ured and ripened in my imagination.

        In t I lost myself in dreams of marriage: I s about my love or t it ed—ate of great te—but, my imaginary    in a aircase, e o make her heed my words.

        I kion on ts as a bac time, I recalled t tually advi ts of marriage in t same se, ts: first,    in order (t of self-abuse and ing myself—an even deeper sense of guilt—beo titutes.

        t of salvation at te    masturbation to mind.

        ito rid my mind of tired to a er of t, but after a er twelve years!

        truck sut and fear into my    t I remble like t to present    tter, e belief into play?    tuttering as I myself did, rying to creak to my every question.

        I looked at ture I’d made years ago,     didn’t

        embarrass me as it    came to mind in subsequent years, nor did it bring back my ouation: By returning ture, Sory cerfully lurio. I sat in t aer of response.

        In ter sleeping for a spell, I    out as, carrying tter upon my breast and my ligom, in my sasanbul’s narroreets and freed ty of its croer and slo’d been in my co    Istanbul’s roofs, domes and gardens just as ter days of my youtly, listening to my steps in tced, expeg t my Enised me to visit to be as silent as treets. Before I eer, I sent tle street urco Esto deliver my letter to Selling o meet me before time prayers.

        I arrived early at tisans’ en visited my Enisime worked as a cice.

        Follo elderly master binders dazed from te, master miniaturists s    even looking into tove. In a er, I saiculously painting an ostricically embellisice graciously essed young students being reprimanded as t toucried to uand takes tice, ten momentarily about colors, papers and painting, stared into treet I’d just now eagerly walked down.

        e climbed taircase. e ico, udents, obviously trembling from te ting—per beating. I recalled my early youtings given to students

        s, and tinado, il they bled.

        e entered a ers,    and an but merely a largise mountains of t.

        Immediately off to ter, I saor, Master Osman, for t time in fifteen years; ion. emplated illustrating and painting during my travels, t master fit and in te ligs of ticed tled, and I introduced myself. I explai I’d preferred a bureaucratic post a. I reted my years on time spent iern cities in treasurer’s secretary. I told    Pas calligrapors in tabriz and produced books;    time in Bagiflis, and tles.

        “Aiflis!” t master said, as    t from tering t snohere now?”

        ted ters istry; ain age, lived ly,    raig e vely and t s sno simply fall to t o t onto memories as ress of tiflis, their pillows for summer.

        “Do tell me ors and painters illustrate in tries you’ve visited,”    do t?”

        A dreamy-eyed young painter    in revery, raised    said, “Let t    answer.”

        Many of tsmen didn’t kno, but t test gossip East of Persia, ies before burning to tested eac verses ten and t illustrations and paintings uries.

        “Say-t years of rating and painting, turned s, illustrators and calligrapo aagonistiature, so    o-be, bey years.

        As soon as Ismail assumed trangled—some of ed from ted older brot everyoarted to revolt. t after eac Pasial ferocity t all of Persia turo smoke and dust and    in disarray. I s of money and intelligend    fit to sponsor ting and illustration of illuminated manuscripts. trators of Kazvin and , all ters, along ices, tisans s erflies fluttered off ter binders and calligrap one     itute, . Some migrated to t to India. Otook up different types of ing till otered t princes and provincial governors, all saining at most a feration. Rapidly transcribed, ily painted, ccastes of on soldiers, boorish pashas and spoiled princes.”

        “er Osman.

        “I    t Sadiki Bey illustrated a copy of Strange Creatures, issioned by an Uzbek spay gold pieces. I of a vulgar pasurning from ern campaign to Erzurum, I being of leures including paintings by tuoso Siyavus masters rating    of any story at all. By examining suc tell    represented; rat for its o ent, ”t likeness of a iful,“ and you’d pay tist on this basis.

        Ses of bat or fug are quite on. tling battle o terested ts. to sell pieces on to better lure a buyer, some simply draw in blak on nonsized, unfinisroke of color.”

        “tent as tent could be and talented as talent er Osman. “o    o    Effendi.“ But ’s been six days, and    to be found anywhere. he’s plain disappeared.”

        “ such?” I said.

        “Butterfly, Olive, Stork and Elegant, ters ices, no    Our Sultan’s be,” said Master Osman.

        tly came about so tably on tivities ire an    arranged for a special urists in tyard; rat t    occurred to me t te’s book, I fell silent. to er Osman making insinuations?

        “Nuri Effendi,” o a pale and er, “present Our Master Black ual of Our Sultan’s bimonts to turists’ atelier during t exg time ly folloranspired at the

        reasurer; Lokman, tic an, tor, Our Sultan    any given moment: er miniaturists,    alloo aplis saddened me t t    of trated, to er Osman often disappeared in a cloud of indignation and ers knoterfly, Olive, Stork and Elegant    an no longer ic like a any miniaturists, Nuri Effendi    er of . Not in vain, able beiion to w o we page.

        And so I eagerly be time tivities, an’s prince. ill in Persia, I ories about ty-tanbul, icipated, i a time    event    being prepared.

        In t picture placed before me, fixed in te Ibraan, tivities in t bespoke isfa.

        so detailed as to permit oo distinguisures alone, ly and    side of ture san on t, tatar, Frankisian ambassadors standing in t sultans, tily and carelessly and focused on noticular besides tion in ter, I noticed in otures t t and page positioed—even tation, trees and terra-cotta sed in different styles and colors. Oext ten out by scribes, trations pleted and turning pages, ely different activities in pletely different colors in t and

        s—ically, forever gazing at the same area below.

        t s and birds emerge out of t ox and startle t . I saer coppersmit before Our Sultan, its members    copper but riking t . I saan in a ioners reg s poems as ts; and aged locksmity of s and gearlocks as times and new doors.

        Butterfly, Stork and Olive ure t depicted to marc dropping to t of a tambourine played by anotain K?l?? Ali Pasured at sea to make an “infidels’ mountain” out of clay; o t, and an, ain” to demonstrate c tators applauded lion tamers    until its eyes s page, I saing Islam,    infidel. I indulged my eyes at lengture of a barber suspended upside do onto a cart, as omer , dressed in red, aining fragrant soap, ing for bakser tity of t miniaturist responsible for the piece.

        “It is indeed important t a painting, ts beauty, summon us tooo for ted, and toion and faitity of turist is not important.”
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