I AM YOUR BELOVED UNCLE
an ly cask, to cooperate—on aste even noan t beyond mere a boy served coffee and for a while.
I old t Enisivated, a man trained in illumination and book arts. . A s ion of e, Black urned from t, ory of tion Enis after Elegant Effendi er miniaturists . rations ters Eniser an’s illustration e from treasurer. it very ttled into Enis.
“If turns up er miniaturists, Black’s innocence ablis once,” I said. “Frankly, ell you t my dearest curists, aking ther man.”
“As for Olive, Stork and Butterfly,” said tionately given to tend to comb ts, places of urned. And t includes Black…” ion: “Given sucroublesome circumstances, ted us permission to resort to torture if necessary during terrogation of Black Effendi. torture ed against someone o turists guild, making suspects of tice to master.”
I mulled tly: 1. t Our Sultan ted torture. 2. Because all turists or, o identify t, I, too, . 3. I understood t ted my explicit or implicit approval to go aorture of my beloved Butterfly, Olive, Stork and t years, rayed me.
“Since Our Sultan desires botisfactory completion of tivities and tly only reasurer, “ torture migers’ roying ty.” this so?”
“t recently,” said to ted o Our Sultan’s younger sister Nejmiye Sultan, and ended up stealing it. Since t of tan’s sister e fond of the
piece—occurred in ted me to investigate. It became apparent t botan and Nejmiye Sultan ed no o come to ter gold- and je ted. So, I er jeripped naked and to taken out and la