I AM YOUR BELOVED UNCLE
treasurer and together in one room: Angel and Devil!
tions in tan on tortured, interrogated, beat, blinded and administered tinado—smiled sly at me. It o so recount a -ory.
treasurer diffidently said, “Our Sultan, one year prior, ced manuscript prepared under conditions of tmost privacy, a manuscript t s meant for an ambassadorial delegation. In lighe book, his Excellency did
not deem it appropriate t Master Lokman torian be enlisted to e t. Similarly, venture to involve you, ry e admires. Indeed, you ivities.”
Upon entering tly assumed t some c I ting ration and t I’d lampooned t tattler o convince t and t I to be laid out for torture ion for my age. And so to treasurer rying to make amends for Our Sultan’s from an outsider—ter t learning anytened to an account of t, about Nusret urally, to trigues he workshop.
“?” I asked.
“Enisreasurer. Fixing o my eyes, imely deat is to say, t you?”
“Nay,” I said simply, like a c.
“Our Sultan is quite furious,” treasurer said.
t Eniser miniaturists alious tious telligent. I kneten at the funeral anyway. how was he killed, I wondered?
treasurer explained exactly ect us. Yet who could be responsible?
“tan reasurer, “t tion sivities manuscript…”
“urists, s ted devil found. ends to sentence o a punis sucand as a deterrent to one and all.”
An expression of sucement appeared on to suggest rous punis Our Sultan had decreed.
I kne Our Sult