Matrakçi was good at drawing, he was good at making portraits and sketches flr Allah's sake he was the best of this . One day he was going to the palace , at the point he was walking thru the bazaar , He trips on something, looks back...it was an book ...he picks it up and looks in it...it was a sketch book it wasn't his that's for sure.. The sketches where amatour ..and a page was missing...he could see it was ript off...but still beautiful . He looks arown ...no one . He goes to the palace ...the found sketch book im his bag. At the palace ,He sees a girl , no older that 16.... or maybe 17... 18 at max . The girl was in the garden drawing on a pice of ript pergament , he slowly goes to her Matrakçi looks over her shoulder trying to see what she was drawing. She quickly turns arownd her surprised and unfazed gaze meeting his * Matrakçi : i didn't meant to disturb you...i was just curious about what where you drawing . *he says calmly * *the girl sighns...seems more calm now , as she shows him the papper , it was an sketch of an tree. Then he sees the page..it was ript exactly like the one from the book he found in the bazaar erlyer , he extends his hand over to his bag and picks the book and extends it to her * Matrakçi : is this yours?