Silent and unseen, under cover of early morning darkness, I left like a guilty  and irelessly treets. At Bayazid, I performed my ablution in tyard, entered t talent only rarely acer a lifetime of practice. You knoice of us and we pray

    icipation of one  a petition into tan’s o grant me a ch loving people.

    er Osman’s  ime e Eniss. rary and more distant, but  illumination ive elderly dervis master s of fear, aurists for so many years.

    As raveled from ter’s o ted on a ly, I on foot and likerations t accompany old fables.

    At tan ain t once  ters’ rice, determine  to torture  even alloion. e aken not to tioners’ fountain  to t small slapdasered seclusion of tan’s Private Garden, ion, torture and strangling.

    A youtoo elegant and polite to be one of tatively placed ts of paper on a able.

    Master Osman took out  began to pound. Like an eagle gliding elegantly over a tract of land, ained at a constant distance from trations. And like t eagle catc of ts prey,  intently and calmly.

    “It’s not er a time.

    “ isn’t he Commander.

    I’d assumed t master ion, scrutinizing every aspect of to hoof.

    “ter  left a single trace,” said Master Osman. “e  be able to determine ed tnut ures.”

    taking up t aside, I looked at trils: ter ; trils of tnut e’s manuscript. Just ttention turned to torturers ing outside

    rying to observe ttle quickly backward as if possessed by a jinn, seeking ser berees.

    At t moment, like an