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after    defeating    Shah    Ismail;    Bediüzzaman    Mirza—a    descendant    of

Tamerlane—betrayed  Shah  Ismail  and  together  with  the  Kalenderis  that

constituted his followers; joined the Ottomans。 In the train of the Denizen of

Paradise;  Sultan  Selim;  as  he  returned  through  winter  cold  and  snow  to

Istanbul; were two wives of Shah Ismail; whom he’d routed at Chaldiran。 They

were lovely women with white skin and slanting almond eyes; and with them

came all the books preserved in the Seven Heavens Palace library; books left by

the  former  masters  of  Tabriz;  the  Mongols;  the  Inkhanids;  the  Jelayirids  and

the Blacksheep; and taken as plunder by the defeated shah from the Uzbeks;

the Persians and the Timurids。 I shall stare at these books until Our Sultan and

the Head Treasurer remove me from here。”

Yet by now his eyes showed the same lack of direction that one sees in the

blind。 He held his mother…of…pearl…handled magnifying glass more out of habit

than  to  see。  We  fell  silent。  Master  Osman  requested  that  the  dwarf;  who

listened to his entire account as though to some bitter tale; once again locate

and bring him a volume whose binding he described in detail。 Once the dwarf

had gone away; I naively asked my master:

“So  then;  who’s  responsible  for  the  horse  illustration  in  my  Enishte’s

book?”

“Both the horses in question have clipped nostrils;” he said; “regardless of

whether it was done in Samarkand or; as I said; in Transoxiana; the one you’ve

found in this album is rendered in the Chinese style。 As for the beautiful horse

of Enishte’s book; that was made in the Persian style like the wondrous horses

drawn by the masters of Herat。 Indeed; it is an elegant illustration whose equal

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would  be  difficult  to  find  anywhere!  It’s  a  horse  of  artistry;  not  a  Mongol

horse。”

“But its nostrils are cut open like a genuine Mongol horse;” I whispered。

“It’s apparent that two hundred years ago when the Mongols retreated and

the reign of Tamerlane and his descendants began; one of the old masters in

Herat  drew  an  exquisite  horse  whose  nostrils  were  indeed  cut  open—

influenced either by a Mongol horse that he’d seen or by another miniaturist

who’d made a Mongol horse with clipped nostrils。 No one knows for certain

on which page in which book and for which shah it was made。 But I’m sure

that  the  book  and  picture  were  greatly  admired  and  praised—who  knows;

maybe by the sultan’s favorite in the harem—and that they were legendary for

a  time!  I’m  also  convinced  that  for  this  very  reason  al

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