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maybe by the sultan’s favorite in the harem—and that they were legendary for

a time! I’m also convinced that for this very reason all the mediocre

miniaturists; muttering enviously to themselves; imitated this horse and

multiplied its image。 In this fashion; the wonderful horse with its nostrils

gradually became a model of form ingrained in the minds of the artists in that

workshop。 Years later; after their rulers were defeated in battle; these painters;

like somber women headed to other harems; found new shahs and princes to

work for in new countries; and carried with them; stowed in their memories;

the image of horses whose nostrils were elegantly cut open。 Perhaps under the

influence of different styles and different masters in different workshops;

many of the artists never made use of and eventually forgot this unusual

image which noheless remained preserved in a corner of their minds。

Others; however; in the new workshops they joined; not only drew elegant

clipped…nosed horses; they also taught their pretty apprentices to do the same

with the encouragement that ”this is how the old masters used to do it。“ So

then; in this manner; even after the Mongols and their hardy horses retreated

from the lands of the Persians and Arabs; even centuries after new lives had

begun

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