’msendingtoyou.Later,IwenttoKalbiye’shouse,doihingwithinmypowertopersuadeherthatitwasinherbestiogivemethepicture.ThispageantEffendi’sbodywhenhewasremovedfromthewell.Kalbiyeswearsthatnobodyhadissionedherhusband,mayherestindivinelight,todrawhorses.Sothen,whomadethem?Theander’smensearchedthehouse.I’msendingthisnotebecausethismattermusthavesignificetotheiigation.Thechildrenkissyourhandsrespectfully.Yourwife,Shekure.

    Icarefullyreadthelastthreewordsofthisbeautifulhriceasifstaringatthreewondrousredrosesinagarden.IleanedoverthepagethatMasterOsmanwasscrutinizing,magnifyinglensinhand.Istraightawaynoticedthattheshapeswhoseinkhadbledwerehorsessketchedinasiionastheoldmasterswoulddotoacthehand.

    MasterOsman,whoreadShekure’shoutent,voicedaquestion:“Whodrewthis?”Hethenansweredhimself,“Ofcourse,thesameminiaturistwhodrewthelateEnishte’shorse.”

    Couldhebesocertain?Moreover,weweren’tatallsurewho’ddrawnthehorseforthebook.Weremovedthehorsefromamongtheninepagesaoexami.

    Itwasahandsome,simple,chestnuthorsethatyoucouldn’ttakeyoureyesoffof.WasIbeingtruthfulwhenIsaidthis?IhadplentyoftimetolookatthishorsewithmyEnishte,andlater,whenIwasleftalohtheseillustrations,butIhadn’tgivenitmuchthoughtthen.Itwasabeautiful,butordinaryhorse:Itwassoordinarythatweweren’teveodeterminewho’ddrawnit.Itwasn’tatruechestnut,butmorebay-colored;therewasafainthintofredinitscoataswell.ItwasahorsethatI’dseensoofteninotherbooksandotherillustrationsthatIk’dbeendrawnbyrotewithouttheminiaturist’sstoppingtogivei