thods?”

    “terfly?”

    “Stork!”  I knoed en, in all probability ed Frankis Effendi came to believe t ture mig to listen earnestly to t foolisunately, masters of gilding, to God ters, are also boring and stupid—and moreover, because e’s book ant project of tan, s clasan or in time tunate co me about a dilemma t ing a  even  t of gilding for your Enis mimic of ted to a betrayal of me and our guild; and so  anot. ious Stork and made take of letting ellect and morality of a man  impressed y of times ork manipulated Elegant Effendi by taking advantage of tion. ever argument took place bet resulted in Elegant Effendi’s murder at Stork’s o t of vengeance and to demonstrate t on to kill your Frankope, whe

    deat say t I’m all t sorry about tter. Years ago, your Enisan into ian painter—iano—make a portrait of yle as if  satisfied , in a disgraceful affront to my dignity, o me as a model to be copied; and out of dire fear of Our Sultan, I dis picture o do t, pere, and today  my concern is not for your Enis’s for my er miniaturists—ing attention for ty-five years—betrayed me and our entire artistic tradition; o blame for tic imitation of European masters ification t ”it is tan.“ Eacers deserves not torture! If y of miniaturists, learn to serve foremost our oalent and art instead of Our Sultan es of o study this book alone.”

    Master Osman uttered t statement like t  and condemned to beo turn to ted. itory tone, antly became tor ire workshop was familiar.

    I o a