unjust of them to hold us responsible for anything more than the illustration。”
“I’m not sure that’s correct;” he said。 “We; too; have responsibilities and
our own will。 I fear no one but Allah。 It was He who provided us with reason
that we might distinguish Good from Evil。”
It was an appropriate response。
“Allah sees and knows all…” I said in Arabic。 “He’ll know that you and I;
we’ve done this work without being aware of what we were doing。 Who will
you notify about Enishte Effendi? Aren’t you aware that behind this affair rests
the will of His Excellency Our Sultan?”
Silence。
I wondered whether he was really such a buffoon or whether his loss of
posure and ranting had sprung out of a sincere fear of Allah。
We stopped at the mouth of the well。 In the darkness; I vaguely caught
sight of his eyes and could see that he was scared。 I pitied him。 But it was too
late for that。 I prayed to God to give me one more sign that the man standing
before me was not only a dim…witted coward; but an unredeemable disgrace。
“Count off twelve steps and dig;” I said。
“Then; what will you do?”
“I’ll explain it all to Enishte Effendi; and he’ll burn the pictures。 What other
recourse is there? If one of Nusret Hoja’s followers hears of such an allegation;
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nothing will remain of us or the book…arts workshop。 Are you familiar with
any of the Erzurumis? Accept this money so that we can be certain you won’t
inform on us。”
“What is the money contained in?”
“There are seventy…five Veian gold pieces inside an old ceramic pickle
jar。”
The Veian ducats made good sense; but where had I e up with the
ceramic pickle jar? It was so foolish it was believable。 I was thereby reassured
that God was with me and had given me a sign。 My old panion
apprentice; who’d grown greedier with each passing year; had already started
excitedly counting off the twelve steps in the direction I indicated。
There were two things on my mind at that moment。 First of all; there were
no Veian coins or anything of the sort buried there! If I didn’t e up
with some money this buffoon would destroy us。 I suddenly felt like
embracing the oaf and kissing his cheeks as I sometimes did when we were
apprentices; but the years had e between us! Second; I was preoccupied
with figuring out how we were going to dig。 With our fingernails? But this
contemplation; if you could call it that; lasted only a wink in time。