man  taking he page.

    “Did ake?”

    e ill examining the nose.

    “Is tian-inspired ”style“ everyone, t masters of Calking about?” asked Master Osman mockingly.

    I succumbed to resentment, t e Enise, may  in peace, used to say t any fault arising not from lack of ability or talent, but from turist’s soul, oug be deemed fault but style.”

    came about, ’s oo tity of te. For, let alone making out trils, ifying t Effendi.

    e spent mucime searcures t Master Osman’s beloved miniaturists  years, looking for ty in trils. Because tivities, still being completed, depicted ties and guilds marc before Our Sultan, ts 250 illustrations. Men co ts ebooks of standard forms and neo te rooms of tan, and t t  been securely locked up and reasury, all of turally, an.

    In a double-leaf illustration from a Book of Victories found in ters of a young prince,   examined tnut e blaze, tted acular saddle blankets and gold embroidered saddles. Butterfly, Olive and Stork rated all the horses were

    pulling tanding at attention ery eyes trained on ter’s body covered ood  stance borroers of , t is, ended and ted on t. All tails bound up and trimmed and combed, but none of ty  in any of t bore commanders, scicipated in tood at attention on tops in e Sultan Süleyman.

    Someto us as  upset us to see t trated manuscript, upon s labored so mucreated, and t ree under ed, ten in a bad ed Effendi, I love you and am ing for you ience of tree.” So, it s full of defeat and