After the midday prayers, I was ever so swiftly yet pleasurably drawing the darling faces of boys when I heard a knock at the door. My hand jerked in surprise. I put down my brush. I carefully placed the work-board that was on my knees off to the side. Rushing like the wind, I said a prayer before opening the door. I won’t withhold anything from you, because you, who hear me from within this book, are muearer to Allah than we in this filthy and miserable world of ours. Akbar Khan, the Emperor of Hindustan and the world’s richest shah, is preparing what will one day bee a legendary book. To plete his project, he sent word to the four ers of Islamdom inviting the world’s greatest artists to join him. The men he’d sent to Istanbul visited me yesterday, invitio Hindustan. This time, I opehe door to find, in their place, my childhood acquaintance Black, about whom I’d fotteirely. Back then he wasn’t able to keep our pany, he was jealous of us. “Yes?”……（内容加载失败！）
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