This was intended to be a book recounting and depicting the most valuable;
most vital aspects of our realm; and just as with the Treatises on Physiognomy; a
portrait of Our Sultan would be situated at the heart of the book。
Furthermore; since the illustrations were made in the Frankish style using
Frankish methods; they would arouse the awe of the Veian Doge and his
desire for friendship。”
“I’m aware of all that; but are these dogs and trees the most valuable and
vital aspects of the Exalted House of Osman?” he said; gesturing wildly at the
illustrations。
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“My Enishte; may he rest in peace; insisted that the book show not Our
Sultan’s wealth alone; but His spiritual and moral strength along with His
hidden sorrows。”
“And Our Sultan’s portrait?”
“I haven’t seen it。 It’s probably wherever that heretic murderer has hidden
it。 Who knows; it’s probably in his house at this very moment。”
My late Enishte had been diminished to the status of a man who’d
missioned a menagerie of odd pictures that the Head Treasurer deemed
worthless; rather than one who’d struggled to plete a book worthy of the
gold he’d been paid。 Was the Head Treasurer thinking I’d murdered an inept
and untrustworthy man in order to marry Enishte’s daughter; or for some
other reason—perhaps to sell off the gold leaf? From his glances; I read that
my case was about to be closed; so speaking nervously and with the last of my
strength; I tried to clear my name: I told him that my Enishte had confided to
me that one of the master miniaturists he hired might’ve murdered poor
Elegant Effendi。 Keeping my declaration brief; I told him how my Enishte
suspected Olive; Stork or Butterfly。 I neither had much proof nor felt much
self…confidence。 Afterward; I sensed that the Head Treasurer considered me
nothing but a base slanderer and a foolish gossip。
Finally; I was elated when the Head Treasurer said we must conceal the
details of Enishte’s mysterious death from the workshop; I took this as a sign
that he believed my story。 The pictures remained with the Head Treasurer and I
passed through the Gate of Salutation—which had earlier felt like the Gate of
Heaven。 After exiting under the scrutiny of the guards; I immediately relaxed;
like a soldier returned home after an absence of many years。
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I AM YOUR BELOVED UNCLE
My funeral was splendid; exactly as I’d wanted。 It made me proud that
everybody I’d wished would attend came。 Of the viziers who were in Istanbul
at the time of my death; Haji Hüseyin Pasha of Cyprus and Baki Pasha the
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