Was Nuri the Miniaturist, who was much more subtle in thought than I’d assumed, being reserved because he uood that my Enishte sent me here to iigate, or was he merely parroting Head Illuminator Master Osman?
“Is Elegant the one responsible for all this gilding work?” I asked. “Who’s doing the gilding now, in his stead?”
The shouts and screams of children could now be heard through the open door that faced the inner courtyard. Below, one of the division heads had started administering the bastinado to apprentices who’d most likely been caught with red ink powder in their pockets old leaf hidden away in a fold of paper; probably the two whom I’d seen trembling as they waited in the cold. Young painters, seizing an opportunity to mock them, ran to the door to watch.
“By the time the apprentices paint the ground of the Hippodrome here a rose color, finishing it off as our Master Osman has dictated,” said Nuri Effendi cautiously, “our brother Ele……（内容加载失败！）
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