g, t o Persia and to Istanbul. You’ve probably co snatcever o tree, object, dog or book, has a soul and speaks.”

    “Quite so,” said tness, some nig only ts of tes and tal bo cantly any ts of all ts groless and begin to converse in suc treasury becomes tic battle.”

    “tures er all to Istanbul,” said Master Osman. “As Sultan Selim ter defeating S of tamerlane—betrayed Soget constituted tomans. In train of tan Selim, as urned ter cold and snoo Istanbul,  Ce skin and slanting almond eyes, and  by ters of tabriz, taken as plunder by ted simurids. I sare at til Our Sultan and treasurer remove me from here.”

    Yet by no one sees in t of  to see. e fell silent. Master Osman requested t tened to ire account as to some bitter tale, once again locate and bring ail. Once ter:“So tration in my Enishte’s book?”

    “Botion rils,”  ransoxiana, tyle. As for tiful e’s book, t yle like ters of . Indeed, it is an elegant illustration o find anyry, not a Mongol horse.”

    “But its nostrils are cut open like a genuine Mongol horse,” I whispered.

    “It’s apparent t ted and tamerlane and

    s began, one of ters in  dree rils  open—influenced eit urist ain on  I’m sure t ture ly admired and praised—e in t time! I’m also convinced t for turists, muttering enviously to tated tiplied its image. In ts nostrils gradually became a model of form ingrained in tists in t er ted in battle, ters, like somber o ries, and carried orils ly cut open. Per styles and different masters