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 wronge