and as if ordering a pageboy, igo attaces. As I ting on my vambraces, gloves, t and finally t t I  tle scenes ed as t is no longer permissible to depict ttern as a guide and simply flipping it over to dratle scenes made in ttomans umult of armies, horses, armor-clad warriors and bloodied bodies!”

    Seized by envy, Butterfly said, “tor dra w  w Allah sees.”

    “Yes,” I said, “ed Allaainly sees everything we see.”

    “Of course, Alla   perceive it tterfly as if cising me. “ttle scene t , wo opposing armies in an orderly array.”

    Naturally, I ed to say, “It falls to us to believe in Allao depict only   quiet because Butterfly ating tlessly striking one end of  my  and back, supposedly to test my armor, but because I calculated t only if I restrained myself and ty-eyed oaf could we deliver ourselves from Olive’s scheming.

    Once t find old me er. ture t t my , t certainly ure  did trils and an ed Master Osman rils, Black told me, looking straigo my eyes, er Osman, analyzing them

    to Olive, alted me even more, being no stranger to my ambitions.

    At first, it appeared to believe t I o find proof of it, but in my opinion, t t. t my door out of loneliness and desperation.  Butterfly pointed at me s only errified, t tity t suco uncover, migly cut ts, t Master Osman migan and treasurer to turn to torturer—not to mention treets,  Master Osman illed in te notion. It  obligation to ser Osman aken, hey’d hoped for deep down anyway.

    Simply declari