sters in eacion of

    painters, expending toiling until blind, strove  effort and inspiration to attain and record t Allao see. tunately, even test masters, just like tired old men or great miniaturists gone blind from to recollect random parts of t magnificent vision. terious  a ly te never e t separated them.

    Long after of treasury  became evident t t contained none of t books t Sa to Our Sultan’s grandfater Osman revisited t times, a bird’s o a tree, ts or turies by passing from master to disciple and being saugions. ail from er, turist believes it to be a perfect form, and is as convinced of its immutability as  as  tail indelibly painted in ting does not mean ter artist ail. toms of tinguis of s and taste for color of ter beside an  times, prevent ing t detail, and he way a woman laughs—”

    “Or trils of a horse.”

    “—or trils of a one-faced Master Osman, “not t’s been ingrained in t according to tom of tly finds  like tand me?”

    From a page in Nizami’s e a feing Sed on er Osman read aloud an inscription engraved on tone plates above tED ALLAORIOUS SON OF tAMERLANE KAN, OUR JUSt KECt Y AND DOMAINS SO ENtED (tmost stone read) AND EALtmost stone read).

    Later, I asked, “ rations  rils in tched upon his memory?”

    “e must locate t Sa as a gift,” said Master Osman. “e must revisit ting of miniatures. e  to examine.”

    It crossed my mind t, just perer Osman’s main goal  to find  to scrutinize as mucacular pictures t  quietly for years