on long journeys, vistas of teppes as beautiful as old memories. e sarees rendered in tyle, tingales tipsy ion percyle seated in tents ry, acular gardens; and  falcons clutcing bolt uprigride te  o t trations  often reason itself. urist added an ironic touco tions of tic lance? ed at ty of tunate peasants expecting comfort from t? as it more pleasurable for o dray eyes of dogs locked in coitus or to apply a deviliso t ts? turist’s devils tures resembled ts ters of  and tists of tly; yet talent of turist made ter, aggressive and cerrifying devils, t ails. As I turned ted teeto beat eacle, to steal a great  to to leap and play, to cut dorees, to spirit aiful princesses in to capture dragons and sack treasuries. I mentioned t in touc brusurist knoer Osman  ties, listening closely to w I said.

    “Cutting open trils of  breatravel farturies-old Mongol custom,” er. “ered Bag its inants to t and tossed all its books into tigris, as er, illuminator Ibn Sy and ter, ead of sout t time, no one made illustrations because ters  taken seriously. e oest secrets of our noble occupation to Ibn Sron saint and master of all miniaturists: t, tence of a ion of all to insects timistic colors. I’ve  udied trils of o keep  legendary journey into tland of ter a year’s travel on foot undaunted by snorils. For  dream  turdy, poorious  o knoe’s book brougo mind neitom to Khorasan and Samarkand.”

    As er Osman looked no t us, as if hings he conjured in his mind’s eye.

    “Besides in