led a liberal amount of coal dust on top, t so t ed tencil. t, dot by dot, ransferred tiful ire so t belo o behold.

    I grabbed my pen. ition t suddenly ly connected ts rokes, suc as I  t is,” I said. “t beautiful  one of this.”

    So t explain to Our Sultan o draure, I gave erfeit coins. I implied t I o catc of my ell a good miniaturist by to be t miniaturist, it’s not enougo make t  also convince Our Sultan and s t you are indeed t miniaturist.

    hing more.

    I ILL BE CALLED A MURDERERere you able to determine wched a horse?

    As soon as I ed to make a ition: ted to catcration. I’m perfectly a tc Effendi’s body. But I  or style by ain of ting  a ne of completely different trained” myself and became another.

    But  o fit tyle of tist  thin himself?

    Suddenly and error, I felt tence of t triump miniaturist  c, I was ashamed.

    I quickly kne I  be able to remain at ing outside, I reets. As Se in s, in order for a genuine  roam ire life  remaining anyer roaming from city to city for sixty-seven years, ired of running and surrendered to ter miniaturists attain blindness, or tarily acyle, ions of style.

    I  in Bayazid, ty square of t, amid t aromas of soup and pudding sing  me in surprise; I passed a grocer’s sed fisaken only by colors, I o a ions s of a lamp, stared passionately, t one’s beloved, at tic, t ed from ter, and at mounds of broimes I  to put everyto my moutimes I  to fill a page ure of all creation.

    I o tomac ually