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heard a momentary clattering； we both waited in silence； but nobody entered。
I recalled how even when she was only twelve； Shekure had aroused in me an
odd feeling because she knew more than I did。
“The ghost of the Hanged Jew haunts this place；” she said。
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“Do you ever e here？”
“Jinns； phantoms； the living dead…they e with the wind； possess
objects and make sounds out of silence。 Everything speaks。 I don’t have to
e all the way here。 I can hear them。”
“Shevket brought me here to show me the dead cat； but it was gone。”
“I understand you told him that you killed his father。”
“Not exactly。 Is that the way my words were twisted？ Not that I killed his
father； rather that I’d like to bee his father。”
“Why did you say that you’d killed his father？”
“He’d asked me first if I’d ever killed a man。 I told him the truth； that I’d
killed two men。”
“In order to boast？”
“To boast； and to impress a child whose mother I love； because I realized
that this mother forted those two little brigands by exaggerating the
wartime heroics of their father and by showing off the remnants of his
plunder in the house。”
“Go on boasting then！ They don’t like you。”
“Shevket doesn’t like me； but Orhan does；” I said； in the prideful glow of
having caught my beloved’s error。 “Yet； I shall bee father to them both。”
We shuddered anxiously and trembled in the half…light as though the
shadow of some nonexistent thing had passed between us。 I pulled myself
together and saw that Shekure was crying with tiny sobs。
“My ill…fated husband has a brother named Hasan。 As I waited for my
husband’s return； I lived two years in the same house with him and my father…
in…law。 He fell in love with me。 Lately； he’s suspicious of what might be going
on。 He’s furious imagining that I might marry somebody else； you perhaps。 He
sent word declaring that he wants to take me back to their house by force。
They say that since I’m not a widow in the eyes of the judge； they’re going to
force me back there in the name of my husband。 They might raid our house at
any time。 My father doesn’t want me to be declared a widow by verdict of the
judge either。 If I am granted a divorce； he thinks I’ll find myself a new husband
and abandon him。 By returning home with my children； I brought him great
happiness in the loneliness he suffered after the death of my mother。 Would
you agree to live with us？”
“How do you mean？”
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“If we were wed； would you live with my father； together with us？”
“I don’t know。”
“Think about this as soon as possible。 You don’t have much time； believe
me。 My father senses that some evil is ing our way； and I think he’s right。
If Hasan and his men raid our home with a handful of Janissaries and bring
my father before the judge； would you testify that you’d in fact seen my
husband’s corpse？ You’ve recently e from Persia； they would believe you。”
“I would testify； but I wasn’t the one who killed him。”
“All right； then。 Together with another witness； in order that I be declared a
widow； would you testify before the judge that you saw my husband’s bloody
corpse on the battlefield in Persia？”
“I didn’t actually see it； my dear； but for your sake I would testify so。”
“Do you love my children？”
“I do。”
“Tell me； what is it about them that you love？”
“I love Shevket’s strength； decisiveness； honesty； intelligence and
stubbornness；” I said。 “And I love Orhan’s sensitive and delicate demeanor
and his astuteness。 I love the fact that they’re your children。”
My black…eyed beloved smiled slightly and shed a few tears。 Then； in the
calculated fluster of a woman hoping to acplish a lot in a short time； she
changed the subject：
“My father’s book ought to be pleted and presented to Our Sultan。
This book is the source of the bad luck that plagues us。”
“What devilry has plagued us besides the murder of Elegant Effendi？”
This question displeased her。 Appearing insincere in her attempt to be
sincere； she said：
“The followers of Nusret Hoja are spreading rumors that my father’s book
is a desecration and bears the marks of Frankish infideldom。 Have the
miniaturists who frequent our house grown jealous of each other to the
degree that they’re hatching plans？ You’ve been among them； you would
know best！”
“Your late husband’s brother；” I said； “does he have any association with
these miniaturists； your father’s book or the followers of Nusret Hoja； or does
he keep to himself？”
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“He’s not involved in any of that； but he doesn’t keep to himself at all；” she
said。
A mysterious and strange quiet passed。
“When you lived in the same house with Hasan wasn’t there any way you
could get away from him？”
“As much as possible in a two…room house。”
A few dogs； not too far away； giving themselves over pletely to whatever
they were up to； began barking excitedly。
I couldn’t bring myself to ask why Shekure’s late husband； a man who’d
emerged victorious from so many battles and had bee the proprietor of a
fief； saw fit to have his wife live together with his brother in a two…room
house。 Timidly and hesitantly； I asked my childhood beloved the following
question： “Why did you see fit to marry him？”
“I was； of course； certain to be married off to someone；” she said。 This was
true； and it succinctly and cleverly explained her marriage in a way that
avoided praising her husband and upsetting me。 “You’d left； perhaps never to
return。 Disappearing in a sulk might be a symptom of love； yet a sulking lover
is also tiresome and holds no promise of a future。” This was true as well； but it
wasn’t cause enough to marry that rogue。 It wasn’t too difficult to deduce
from her coy expression alone that a short time after I’d abandoned Ist