absence.

    Most likely, Black, like any young felloige, considered it quite discourteous to broac. Still, old aircase t t moving upstairs o ease ts.  oddly embarrassed, but let me tell you: Men iny military fiefs, o build tory houses.

    e  I used as ting  Black  once disclosed to ter t inspired tter I’d sent to tabriz, inviting o Istanbul.

    “Just as you did in concert urists of tabriz, I, too, rated manuscript,” I said. “My client is, in fact, an, tion of t, Our Sultan  to me under cover of the

    reasurer. And I o an understanding  talented and accomplisists of Our Sultan’s atelier. I o illustrate a dog, anotree, a t anoted ted to represent Our Sultan’s entire  as in tings of tian masters. But unlike tians, my  merely depict material objects, but naturally tan rules. If I ended up including ture of a gold coin, it o belittle money; I included Deatan because  kno. I ed tality of a tree, ty of a dog to represent an and ed my cadre of illustrators, nicknamed ”Stork,“ ”Olive,“ ”Elegant‘ and “Butterfly,” to select subjects of t, most forbidding er evenings, one of my Sultan’s illustrators ly visit to s he book.

    “ kind of pictures ing t  really ans present. Not because I’m  from you, and not because I  eventually tell you. It’s as t quite knoures mean. I do,  kind of paintings t to be.”

    Four monter I sent my letter, I ed on treet  Black urned to Istanbul, and, in turn, I invited o our  my story bore a promise of bot ogether.

    “Every picture