dhere?”

    “By exposing tion’s beauty and uniqueness.”

    “In t of your scene, tuate t ter of the page?”

    “I s aking me.”

    filled my Enision of situating at ter of t God ended.

    “ter,” Our Sultan  to ex a picture in uated a d ure could never be displayed: after a ions. If I believed,  t Jesus  God could be observed in t  in  I accept tion of mankind in full detail and ex sucand t, eventually, ure t is  you?”

    My Enisood it quite hinking.”

    “For tan remarked, “I could never allorait to be displayed.”

    “tly itter.

    It urn to be frightened now.

    “Nonet is my desire t my portrait be made in tyle of ters,” Our Sultan  on. “Sucrait ever t book migo tell me.”

    “In an instant of surprise and aement,” said my Eniso become someone else.

    “an ordered me to start  ougo be prepared as a present for tian Doge,  once again. Once ted, it ed Sultan, in ted t I prepare the

    illuminated manuscript in utmost secrecy, primarily to conceal its purpose as an olive brancended to tians, but also to avoid aggravating e of great elation and so secrecy, I embarked upon ture.”

    I AM YOUR BELOVED UNCLEAnd so it  Friday morning, I began to describe t ain Our Sultan’s portrait painted in tian style. I broacopic to Black by recounting  it up an and o fund to e tories—  to accompany trations.

    I told ed most of trations and t t picture  clever of miniaturists, Stork, illustrate tree representing tan’s ure of Satan and a  to