lurked a glee that she couldn’t conceal: The delight that her resentment had
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been recognized。 It was from this point of entry that your sharp…witted Esther
attempted to discover the reasons for and circumstances of Kalbiye’s anger。
It didn’t take long for Kalbiye to admit that she’d been upset with the late
Enishte Effendi due to the illustrated manuscript he was preparing。 She said
her husband; may he rest in peace; hadn’t agreed to work on the book for the
sake of a handful of extra silver coins; but because Enishte Effendi convinced
him the project was authorized by the Sultan。 However; when her late
husband became aware that the illuminations Enishte Effendi hired him to
gild were slowly evolving from simple ornamented pages into full…blown
illustrations; pictures moreover that bore the marks of Frankish blasphemy;
atheism and even heresy; he grew uneasy and began to lose sight of right and
wrong。 Being a much more reasonable and prudent person than Elegant
Effendi; she cautiously added that all these doubts arose gradually rather than
at once; and since poor Elegant Effendi never found anything that would be
considered blatant sacrilege; he was able to dismiss his worries as unfounded。
Besides; he forted himself by never missing a sermon given by Nusret Hoja
of Erzurum; and if he skipped one of his five daily prayers it unsettled him。
Just as he knew that certain scoundrels at the workshop ridiculed his plete
devotion to the faith; so he understood very well that their brazen jokes arose
out of envy of his talent and artistry。
A large; glimmering tear slid from Kalbiye’s gleaming eye down her cheek;
and at the first opportunity; your good…hearted Esther decided to find Kalbiye
a better husband than the one she’d recently lost。
“My late husband didn’t often share these concerns of his with me;”
Kalbiye said cautiously。 “Based on whatever I could remember and piece
together I’ve concluded that everything happened on account of the
illustrations that took him to Enishte Effendi’s house on his very last night。”
This was some manner of apology。 In response; I reminded her how her fate
and Shekure’s; not to mention their enemies; were the same if one considered
that Enishte Effendi had perhaps been killed by the same “scoundrel。” The two
large…headed fatherless waifs staring at me from the corner suggested another
similarity between the two women。 But my merciless matchmaker’s logic
quickly reminded me that Shekure’s situation was much more beautiful; rich
and mysterious。 I let Kalbiye know exactly what I felt:
“Shekure told me to tell you that if she has wronged you; she’s sorry;” I
said。 “She wants to say that she loves you as a sister and as a woman who
shares her fate。 She wants you to think about this and help her。 When the late
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