de。　Black　had　the　pictures　with　him；　and　he　sat　down　carefully。　As

I　lay　back　and　watched　the　low　clouds　glow　from　the　fire；　two　raindrops　fell

upon　my　helmet。

After a long journey； as we searched for the deserted dervish lodge we

roused all the dogs in the neighborhood which； in the middle of the night；

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seemed　to　be　abandoned。　Although　we　saw　that　lamps　were　now　burning　in　a

few　stone　houses　in　response　to　our　clamor；　it　was　only　the　fourth　door　we

knocked　upon　that　opened　to　us；　and　a　man　in　skullcap；　gaping　at　us　by　the

light of his lamp as if we were the living dead； gave us directions to the

deserted　dervish　lodge　without　even　sticking　his　nose　out　into　the　quickening

rain—merrily adding that once there； we’d have no peace from the evils of

jinns；　demons　and　ghosts。

In the garden of the dervish lodge we were greeted by the calm of proud

cypresses；　indifferent　to　the　rain　and　the　stench　of　rotting　leaves。　I　brought　my

eye　up　to　one　of　the　cracks　between　the　wooden　planks　of　the　dervish…lodge

walls；　and　later；　to　the　shutter　of　a　small　window；　whereupon；　by　the　light　of

an　oil　lamp；　I　saw　the　menacing　shadow　of　a　man　performing　his　prayers—or

perhaps；　a　man　pretending；　for　our　sake；　to　pray。

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I　AM　CALLED　“OLIVE”

Was　it　more　fitting　for　me　to　abandon　my　prayers；　spring　to　my　feet　and　open

the door for them or to keep them waiting in the rain until I’d finished？

When I realized they were watching me； I pleted my prayers in a

somewhat　distracted　state。　I　opened　the　door；　and　there　they　were—Butterfly；