Thus we brought together the pages of two illustrated manuscripts; one
that was being pleted secretly and the other openly; two books with
different stories and subjects; illustrated in two distinct styles; that is; deceased
Enishte’s book and the Book of Festivities recounting our prince’s circumcision
ceremony; whose creation was under my control。 Black and I looked intently
wherever I moved my magnifying lens:
1。 In the pages of the Book of Festivities; we first studied the open mouth of
the fox whose pelt a master of the furrier’s guild; in a red caftan and purple
sash; held on his lap as the guild passed before Our Sultan; watching the
parade from a loge made specifically for the event。 Unmistakably; Olive had
made both the fox’s teeth; which were individually distinguishable; and the
teeth in Enishte’s illustration of Satan; an ominous creature; half…demon and
half…giant; that appeared to have e from Samarkand。
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2。 On a particularly joyous day of the festivities; below Our Sultan’s loge
overlooking the Hippodrome; a division of impoverished frontier ghazis
appeared in tattered clothes。 One of their lot made a plea: “My Exalted Sultan;
we; your heroic soldiers; fell captive as we fought the infidel in the name of our
religion and were only able to gain our freedom by leaving a number of our
brethren behind as hostages; that is; we were set free in order to amass
ransom。 However; when we arrived back in Istanbul; we found everything so
expensive that we’ve been unable to collect the money to save our brethren
who languish as prisoners of the kaffirs。 We’re at the mercy of your aid。 Please
grant us gold or slaves that we might take back to exchange for their freedom。”
Stork clearly made the nails of the lazy dog off to the side—glaring with one
open eye at Our Sultan; at our poor; destitute ghazis and at the Persian and
Tatar ambassadors in the Hippodrome—as well as the nails of the dog
occupying a corner of the scene depicting the adventures of the Gold Coin in
Enishte’s book。
3。 Among the jugglers spinning eggs on pieces of wood and turning
somersaults before Our Sultan was a bald man with bare calves wearing a
purple vest; who played a tambourine as he sat off to one side on a red carpet;
this man held the instrument exactly the same way the woman held a large
brass serving tray in the illustration of Red in Enishte’s book: doubtless the
work of Olive。
4。 As the cooks’ guild pushed past Our Sultan; they were cooking stuffed
cabbage with meat and onions in a cauldron resting on a stove in their cart。
The master cooks acpanying the cart stood on pink earth resting their
stew pots on blue stones; these stones were rendered by the same artist who