my eyes。
Black fell into a panic; as if they were taking the plume needle from his
hand; as if we’d taken sides against him。 There was another scuffle。 All I could
do was tilt my head upward to escape the struggle over the needle; which was
happening perilously close to my eyes。
Everything occurred so fast that I couldn’t make out what happened at
first。 I felt a sharp but limited pain in my right eye; a passing numbness seized
my forehead。 Then everything was as it had been; yet a horror had already
taken root within me。 The oil lamp had been withdrawn; but I could still
clearly see the figure before me decisively thrust the needle; this time into my
left eye。 He’d taken the needle from Black only moments before; and was more
careful and meticulous now。 When I understood that the needle effortlessly
perated my eye; I lay dead still; though I felt the same burning sensation。
The numbness in my forehead seemed to spread over my entire head; but
ceased when the needle was removed。 They were looking at the needle and
then at my eyes in turn。 It was as if they weren’t certain what had transpired。
When everybody fully understood the misfortune that had befallen me; the
motion stopped and the weight upon my arms eased。
I began to scream; nearly howling。 Not from the pain; but from the terror
of prehending fully what had been done to me。
At first; I sensed that my wailing put not only me at ease; but them as well。
My voice brought us together。
Even so; as my screaming persisted; their nervousness increased。 I could no
longer feel any pain。 All I could think was that my eyes had been pierced with a
needle。
I was not yet blind。 Thank goodness I could still see them watching me in
terror and sorrow; I could still see their shadows moving aimlessly on the
ceiling of the lodge。 This at once pleased and alarmed me。 “Unhand me;” I
screamed。 “Unhand me so I can see everything once more; I implore you。”
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“Quickly; tell us;” said Black。 “How did you meet up with Elegant Effendi
that night? Then we’ll unhand you。”
“I was returning home from the coffeehouse。 Poor Elegant Effendi accosted
me。 He was frenzied and very agitated。 I pitied him at first。 But leave me be
now and I shall later recount it all。 My eyes are fading。”
“They won’t fade right away;” said Black with determination。 “Believe me;
Master Osman could still identify the horses with cut…open nostrils after his
eyes had been pierced。”
“Hapless Elegant Effendi said he wanted to talk to me and that I was the
only person he could trust。”