its　strength；　and　finally；　like　an　incorrigible　and　jealous　foe　who　wanted　to　do

me harm。 In truth； he understood that I was more talented than he； even

worse；　he　probably　sensed　that　Master　Osman　knew　this　too。　With　his　God…

given talent； Butterfly was a superb master； and his envy made me prouder：

Unlike　him；　I　became　a　master　through　the　strength　of　my　own　“reed；”　not　by

holding my master’s； and I sensed that I could force him to accept my

superiority。

Raising　my　voice；　I　explained　how　pitiful　it　was　that　there　were　men　who

wanted to undermine Our Sultan and the late Enishte’s miraculous book。

Master Osman was like a father to us all； he was everyone’s superior； we

learned everything from him！ Yet； after tracing the clues in Our Sultan’s

Treasury； for some unknown reason； Master Osman tried to conceal his

realization that Olive was the despicable murderer。 I said I was certain that

Olive； who couldn’t be found at home； was hiding away in the deserted

Kalenderi　dervish　house　near　the　Phanar　Gate。　This　dervish　lodge　was　closed

during the reign of Our Sultan’s grandfather； not because it was a den of

degradation and immorality； but rather； as a result of the endless wars with

the　Persians；　and；　I　added；　there　was　even　a　time　w