ButterflyandBlackarrivedinthemiddleofthenight;theyspreadthepicturesonthefloorbeforeme,andaskedmetotellthemwho’dmadewhichillustration.Itremindedmeofthegame“WhoseTurban”weusedtoplayerechildren:You’ddrawthevariousheaddressesofahoja,acavalryman,ajudge,aioner,aheadtreasureraaryandtrytomatchthemwiththecorrespondingnameswrittenonotherfacedows.

    ItoldthemI’dmadethedogmyself.We’dtolditsstorytothestoryteller.Isaidthatgeerfly,whoheldadaggertomythroat,must’vedrawh,overwhichthelightofthelampwaveredpleasantly.IrememberedthatOlivehadreanwithgreatenthusiasm,whosestoryuirelybythedearlydepartedstoryteller.I’dstartedthetreewhoseleavesweredrawnbyallofuswhocametothecoffeehousethatnight.withthestoryaswell.SoitwaswithRed,too:Someredinkhadsplatteredontoapageaingystorytelleraskedifweakeapictureofit.Wedribbledsomemoreredinkontothepage,theneachofussketchedtheimageofsomethingredinaerandtoldthestoryofhisimagesothestorytellermightretit.Olivemadethisexquisitehorsehere—praisedbehistalent—andIthinkitwasButterflywhodrewthemelancholywoman.JustthenButterflyremovedthedaggerfrommythroatandtoldBlackthat,yes,henowrememberedhowhe’ddrawnthewoman.Wealltributedtothegoldinthebazaar,andOlive,adesdantofKalenderishimself,drewthetwodervishes.ThesectoftheKalenderisisbasedonbuggeringyoungboysandbeggingandtheirsheikh,Evhad-üdDiniKirmaniwrotethesect’ssacredbook25o,revealingihathe’dseenGod’sperfeaediifulfaces.

    Iaskedthefivenessofmymasterartistbrethrenforthedisheveledstateofourhouse,theexcusethatwe’dbeencaughtunp