dear c misunderstood, e has passed away?”

    I couldn’t ans of excitement, or per, and simply nodded. At time tely unexpected ic and surprised gaze of treasurer, a teardrop slid ever so sloed by being in treasurer aken leave of Our Sultan to speak to me and by being so near to ears began to stream from my eyes, but I didn’t feel test tinge of embarrassment.

    “Cry to your ’s content, my dear son,” said treasurer.

    I sobbed and o tan, to t of t realizes  a c whe

    silversmit makers outside o treasurer.

    Yes, I told  as it came to me. As I once again saies relating my Eniss borne by trations, I regained my composure. I felt certain t to extricate myself from trap I’d fallen into o put myself at te justice and affection of Our Sultan, Refuge of ting all t I said and o torturers and executioners, reasurer convey my story directly to Our Sultan?

    “Let Enis delay,” said treasurer. “I  tire artists’ guild to attend his funeral.”

    me to ascertain , I expressed my concerns about t, and tive bee and t Effendi. I ed t targeting dervis be involved. ful expression of treasurer, I eagerly s tary reo illustrate and illuminate Eniso unavoidable competition and jealousy among ters. t alone could very ed treds, grudges and intrigues. As t my mout treasurer  justice be done, t is all I ask, nothing more.

    itreasurer cast iny, and fixed tention on tures resting on table.

    “tes  en illustrations. Enisook more gold leaf from us than has been used