on top of s  ful of s . Your red blood, soon to flo rise from ter still, a flower will bloom.”

    I fell quiet and from distant streets side at once brougop of ther, closer.

    “But in all tures,” I added, pulling y of elegantly drareactle t comes just before t moment of beoo fully permeated tures. Even test masters of Kazvin op of eacidy and elegant.”

    “tting,” he whimpered.

    “I’m muce  it’s doing no suce careful. I  do anyto ruin ty of our pose. In t masters of old rendered interto elicit only our tears. See for yourself: My s upon t  of your body. I can smell your  of your neck. My legs, on eitretc in suc an onlooker migake us for an elegant four-legged beast. Do you feel t on your back and buttocks?” Anot I didn’t press the sword

    up  going to speak, I migo bite your ear,” I said,  very ear.

    iced in  o speak, I asked tion again: “Do you feel t upon your body?”

    “Aye.”

    “Do you like it?” I said. “Are iful?” I asked. “Are iful as terpieces of ters?”

    “I don’t kno see us in the mirror.”

    cast by ting on t distance a I migually bite Black’s ear out of excitement.

    “Black Effendi, you, errogate me,” I said, “do you norength?”

    “Yes, I also sense t you’re truly in t.”

    “to ask me  to know.”

    “Describe er Osman would caress you.”

    “As an apprentice, I iful t me ted you.  times  me, but because I  and strengt oo love art, colors, paper, ty of painting and illumination and everyt ed, and to love