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important facts Abdullah carefully tied the carpet around the roof pole again and went out into the Bazaar, where he sought out the booth of the most skillful of the various artists who traded there. After the usual opening courtesies, in which Abdullah called the artist prince of the pencil and enchanter with chalks and the artist retorted by calling Abdullah cream of customers and duke of discernment, Abdullah said, "I want drawings of every size, shape, and kind of man that you have ever seen. Draw me kings and paupers, merchants and workmen, fat and thin, young and old, handsome and ugly, and also plain average. If some of these are kinds of men that you have never seen, I require you to invent them, O paragon of the paintbrush. And if your invention fails, which I hardly think is likely, O aristocrat of artists, then all you need do is turn your eyes outward, gaze, and copy!" Abdullah flung out one arm to point to the teeming, rushing crowds shopping in the Bazaar. He was moved almost to tears at the thought that this everyday sight was something Flower-in-the-Night had never seen. The artist drew his hand dubiously down his straggly beard. "For sure, noble admirer of mankind," he said, "this I can do easily. But could the jewel of judgment perhaps inform this humble draftsman what these many portraits of men are needed for?" "Why should the crown and diadem of the drawing board wish to know this?" Abdullah asked, rather dismayed. "Assuredly, the chieftain of customers will understand that this crooked worm needs to know what medium to use," the artist replied. In fact, he was simply curious about this most unusual order. "Whether I paint in oils on wood or canvas, in pen upon paper or vellum, or even in fresco upon a wall depends on what this pearl among patrons wishes to do with the portraits." "Ah, paper, please," Abdullah said hastily. He had no wish to make his meeting with Flower-in-the-Night public. It was clear to him that her father must be a very rich man who would certainly object to a young carpet merchant's showing her other men besides this Prince of Ochinstan. "The portraits are for an invalid who has never been able to walk abroad as other men do." "Then you are a champion of charity," said the artist, and he agreed to draw the pictures for a surprisingly small sum. "No, no, child of |
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