Chapter 25

Night surprise

Rose had gone out into the night, but she was not as tired as before, and the game woke her up. Did it seem, or was it the first time that they talked to Jafar and did not quarrel? No threats, fear of your life, no hints and suspicions. It was relaxing and she liked his interest and concentration. She was looking forward to playing with him the next night.

And if she does, she will win!

As she had been sitting there, she had often found himself watching him thinking about the next stroke as his almond eyes gleamed, and his lips gently curl as he finally invented a move that was worthy of his genius.

At the end of today's play with Yago, she even gave her the whole wooden board and decorative bag in which the figures were stored. His confidence in losing her pleasure and pleasure. And that was already a success, considering how he was overly cautious.

Jafar handed Rose Bahadur again in the waiting room outside, and he escorted her back to her small tent, where she carefully guarded her little treasure.

It was a pity that only Yago stayed in Jafar's tent on a perch.

What now? She asked herself when she fell into a bed consisting of colorful thick plumes covered with some animal skin to keep her from the ground.

As she peeked out the crack in the sail called the tent, she saw the two guards sitting at the guard as she held the patrol. There were three of them, and they were probably having some funny stories, according to that sneer and laughter. The others apparently were asleep to be replaced on patrol for some time.

He will not talk with these fools, Rose decided. Or rather they would not talk to her, the woman here was just a piece of meat.

Rose sighed, lifted the cella, and climbed the other side so no one could see her.

Some warning threw her head.

She was lucky, in the black rags, she blended perfectly with the darkness and the surroundings, even though the moon was glowing brightly, and it poured the sandy rainbows with milk glitter as if there were snow. It was beautiful, and Rose could not have hesitated, for it was the palpitations of the palm and the tranquility ...

Then there could be no peace of mind, for the prince probably made a disco in his giant tent.

The melodious melodic music of tambourines and tambourines lay beside her. She would like to dance when she remembered that she could play some CDs at home at any time and dance, get out of it, drain all the energy and have fun, melancholy came on her, and her fingernails caught her nails like an unpleasant flea. Here was only fun for men, and women only cared about the jabbed knots.

Seriously unfair.

Jafar is now enjoying royal enjoyment while half-dancing dancers walk around him and put his veils down one by one until they have nothing, and then ...

Her faces began to burn, and her blood poured over the imagination of those orgies.

Not jealous, it's definitely not jealous. Why, too? No, where. And no more at all. She put the nails into her palm until it hurt. What the hell is wrong with her?

She snorted at herself. Jafar is a complacent, arrogant bloomer, not her type at all. Rose liked boys with blond hair and blue eyes, typical girls idols and not dark, dark-haired, frowning men who could only suspect everyone around them.

But she did not, and she approached the prince's beige tent with an arc, but she heard only the sound of laughter, giggle and music.

The closed VIP company had doubts that her Majesty would like to invite any merchant or traveler who also stopped in the oasis.

She crouched, but after a moment she began to sing. Maybe it was time to go back.

There's nothing like that, and if Jafar ends up in some Egyptian beauties or beauty, what about it.

Her fingers twisted her fists again, but she drifted into her gloomy tent like a dragon in the cave.

She scratched her bed and yawned again. Suddenly, however, something had passed over her, but of course she could not see it, but she began to yell, as though her needles slammed into her body and sprang from the tent like a shot of a submarine.

She was frightened of what it might be like. It was as if she had not broken her legs, and she was rumbling like a spear for the fires. Jafar's soldiers ended the call and turned to her in surprise. They did not bother or get up!

Rose reached Bahadur and did not jump at her back.

"What is a woman?" he asked questioningly, "did someone want to rape you?"

Rose gave him a puzzled look and began to shake her hands in dismay, "There, in the tent ... something there is, it came down to me!

The patrol began to grimace, "go Bahadur, the lady needs help before waking up the whole camp," the villagers nodded at him.

The trombone gave Rose a glimpse, but she was still looking at the tent, so she stood up. He took a thin burning log from the fire to have the light and go with her.

"Hold it up and not put down the tent," he ordered, and he crouched himself and climbed in. He climbed for a few seconds, holding a small tail of a small scorpion between his thumb and forefinger, who twisted helplessly and tried to press his fingers in the knobs.

Rose backed away, her eyes wide.

"Is that a scorpion? Can the creature get inside? What is this a hellish place? That I did not stay in the palace better! "

The Bahadur scorpion rose higher, the crumb was smaller than her palm, "this one does not have poison, it is harmless, you do not have to worry, it is near the water, it is normal that it is right here," he assured her.

Was that supposed to calm her down? Not so by mistake.

"What? What's that serious? "Rose shuddered in resentment, thinking that this crap would stick into her hair or bite her toes at her feet, almost out of her skin.

"I'm not going back there," she pointed toward the entrance.

Bahadur, the scorpion, was quietly thrown out of the tent as if it had been a tiny dinner.

"Oh, God, it's coming back!" Rose broke out on the verge of collapse as she saw the desert animal move in the shadows, dropped a temporary torch into the sand, and Bahadur was tilted back like a little monkey.

"Enough," he pulled her off and held his forearm, "if you do not want to be in the tent, you'll hold a patrol with me," he said simply, agreeing with it, nothing would happen to her.

The two of them went to the fire and sat down to the others.

The soldiers looked at her curiously during the conversation, but then they did not even notice her, because Rose did not say a single word, preferring to be there.

She'd rather be here and mocked than be in the tent with those beasts.

Minutes passed, and as she gazed into the fire, she was tired again, and finally, her head fell on Bahadur's muscular shoulder, and she fell asleep. He woke up to her clear morning in the morning, when the staff individually prepared for the morning prayer.

So she had lost it so that no one would see that she was not praying, her misfortune would be able to give her twenty wounds, and the Muslims never knew what they were.

Rose felt terrible and sleepless, she felt as if she was under the robe under the robes, and her eyes were red with the circles below them like a panda. Maybe it was, because when she went to the pond, a few people obviously scolded her and rushed to the camp.

She did not add much to her mood.

As soon as she came out, she saw another black figure bending over. The golden stick was laid in the sand beside it and gleaming lightly as Jafar picked up crystal water and rinsed his face.

"Greetings to you, Rose," he replied in his usual, tense tone, without turning.

The girl came next to him and also kneels her knees into the sand.

"Ehhh ..." she grunted like a bear, and the poisoned breath was all she'd got up to.

Jafar frowned, looking side by side, doing what he had done, flinching slightly, and silently silent as his eyes looked closely.

"What happened to you, did not you sleep?" She wondered, and Rose turned slowly toward him as if horror.

Why the hell had to look just as good? Jafar's tanned, tanned face was smooth, perfectly symmetrical and devoid of eyebrows, his eyes even brisk in the morning, and he looked as though he had rested in some Greek spa for at least a week.

"She slept," she cried in the corner of her mouth.

Who knows why Jafar's got a totally different picture under this turban, why could Rose be so destroyed, and that thought was unreal.

The woman beside him no longer paid attention to her, and she wanted to wet her hands in the water, but he grabbed her wrists quickly and forced her to look at him again.

Keeping your fingers as if they were trying to leave a fingerprint on her skin.

"Who?" He asked, "who was it?"

"What? Who was what? "Rose mumbled.

Jafar squeezed his tongue in dismay, his gaze like a dagger stabbing her, "who was yesterday night?"

"Well, with Bahadur, you sent him to look out for me," he said, pulling out his hand, not surprisingly in the pond, "what's the matter with you today?" she shook her head and drank the water.

Jafar shrugged his teeth. Women are really inscrutable and he's still underestimated. It's just a man's eyes ...

Suddenly Rose was empty.

As she turned, she saw a receding black figure with a fluttering jacket as she stepped her way toward the camp and her men.

Rose only shook her head, wondering what had come to him.

When she came back, Bahadur and Jafar talked a bit fervently. She did not know what she was talking about, but the poor guy told her guilty what had happened at night.

She did not even speak with one, she got her breakfast, and she had to get back to her bird booth, but fortunately, she gave her the colorful bedspreads she was supposed to sleep to not push hardwoods. But at first, she bit her right to make sure there was no unwelcome guest there. Then she was paying close attention to the chess board and the figures she had kept there.

Today she will be able to play with Jafar, yesterday she showed her with Yage and today she will show her who the master is. The blonde wanted to think of some moves forward, but as the stretcher rose and the caravan started on her way, she fell asleep as a log.

YAGO POV

In the morning, the journey was lazy, and Ramses and Jafar were silently silent from the night. The guards who kept the patrol overnight rode on several camels instead of horses, allowing them to sleep before arriving at the next stop.

The only one who was not sleepy was Yago. He wandered nervously like a supper there and returned to Jafar's shoulder. Then he flopped back to the blue booth carrying four muscular men and knocked his beak on the door. But no answer came, so he returned to Jafar.

"This girl is soberly moody!" Began the ara. "That the first thing is not that he does not get tired of me!"

Jafar was silent.

"I'm not going to make it any longer. For the first time, can not we cross the wings and sail the wind? We would be in Egypt at the banquet before dinner. "

"If you have not noticed, the wing people do not have Yago," Jafar said.

"To transport so many people quickly would be too costly. You need at least five times as many horses as there are at Agrabah, and another ten just for food and loads. "

"That's how the feathers look like everywhere in the old days!" Yago complained.

"Calm down. According to the books, you have most of your life ahead of you, "Jafar replied. "And maybe in Egypt you will meet a female of your kind that can bear your eggs."

"Eat the egg and leave it for another. And I shudder to Agrabah and maybe I do not know about it ... It's upsetting, "Yago said as he pushed Jafar around his head.

Then he got an idea, so he sat back to his ear again.

"And Jafar, would not you buy a feminine there? Some nice, young, fertile, or she might not be as smart as I am. "

"It would not be, for you are smart even with spell," Jafar said stoically.

"But would you buy it for me?" Yago insisted.

Jafar was silent again. He did not want Yago to explicitly reject, but he did not even like his parrot to spend the rest of his life with a female, more comfortable with what he was now - lonely, humiliated and dependent on him.

ROSE POV

When Rose woke up in the cockpit, it was after noon, but she thought it was only in the morning that she was asleep for an hour. The blanket was nice and there was nothing to worry about.

She stretched and set up a chessboard on the free piece of floor. Then she spread her pieces on her and she wondered.

Rose was full of energy, thinking about everything she could, and mainly by defeating Jafara in that simple game, but as she stared at the stacked figures on the chessboard, divided into white and black fields, she realized she was up there too many moves to defeat.

Still, she did not play as seriously as he and the few games she had played in her life for nothing. Now he will have a good attentive player who does not like to lose and nothing is free for her. And that was a challenge. Yes, defeat his perfect ego.

She did not like to lose, it would be a battle, she was looking forward to it. In addition, Rose played in cards that she would be rested and Jafar, who is riding no. This forces a little bit of strength. She overheard her, moved the pieces across the field, and after each turn, she turned the chessboard and played for the teammates.

But as soon as the caravan stopped for lunch and the slaves of her litter were thrown to the ground, she jumped up and the figures spread.

She did not even have to climb out because the door itself opened and a plate of meat and a few pieces of fruit was pressed inside. The demon probably did not want to push her nose at all. But be Jafar, she did not want more trouble than necessary and warned herself unnecessarily. He will eat inside. Okay!

At least in protest, she let the door open to see what was out there.

Their caravan dismounted from the animals and grouped around three boilers in which the meat was boiling and bubbling, and on the big board three women made pads and they had to fight for such a hungry regiment.

Rose had to admit that the mutton was really good if it was not some flesh of a lizard, iguana, or a snake somebody caught on the way.

But as soon as Yago saw the door open, he got up in the air, left the goddess's shoulder, and landed in front of Rose in a pleasant shade, wondering at the plate.

"If you bump into a beak, I'll pull it off," she warned.

"But they're in the nuts," he said excitedly, "I see them."

Rose was surprised to take the spoon and circled in the bowl, and indeed, beside the meat, the cashews also sailed as small boats. She liked it, remotely reminding her of a sharper china. Yago's eyes were on her.

"No, I will not give you, you will be spoiled, Jafar will give you the ration, is it not right?" She protested and threatened him with a spoon.

"I'm sending Rose," he leaned his head to one side and rolled up the parrot as the parrot could do.

She shook her head, "no, and it's also dressed in a sauce."

"He is better than nothing," he waved his wings uncomfortably, and then he elegantly put them back on the scarlet back.

Rose had pity on him, and with a frown he fished a finger in her lunch, licked him so that there was no sauce on him and offered him. Ara reached out his leg and gripped his claws around the goodness.

"That's what you call the Vizier's darling," he said ironically to the beggar, but Yago did not care. He poured cashews like raspberries, and then he noticed the chessboard and the frowning figures of the slaves throwing sandbags and the figurines scattering around the room.

Carefully he took a black horse into his beak, for otherwise Jafar would have tore his head if he was okaying them and they were in the woods of grooves and dentures. Then he reached the wooden board and placed it in a dark box where he belonged. Slowly, he continued, looking for more and more figures in the folds of her bed until the whole board was built.

Rose was intrigued and leaned back one side of the tardis to watch him eat.

"Have you been playing with Jafar for a long time?" She asked.

"It was the first thing he'd taught me to talk about, actually, and I was the one thing that the Jafar had once had, with the scabbard thing, with the scabbard little scabbard stuff. I'm surprised he borrowed it at all. "

Rose blinked in surprise and swallowed.

"Did he have this? You did not have that much for the whole treasure, "she said, giggling.

"Before he met Yadir he had nothing but himself, he once told me. He was a boy like any other, a street rat from the city. Without a father without a mother. "

She had heard something like this before, but it was hard to imagine Jafar's pencil imagining escaping from the guard for a piece of stolen fruit. But that was not what caught her interest in Yag's story.

"Who is Yadira? You never mentioned it, "she said with a full mouth.

"A gruesome woman, a witch, I hated her. She still wanted something, she was loving, and when she did not like it, she was ripping off my feathers. She chose Jafar as his apprentice, it is all, "he complained of the ara, and his feathers fell upon him and fell again.

"So did the woman teach him? She probably saw talent. "

"Yeah, a nice viper before Jafar got rid of her, otherwise I would have been totally free of scum," Yago croaked, passing the chessboard to the other side.

"Wait," Rose snarled. "You mean you killed her? It's not very nice to get rid of your teacher, "she reminded her of the star wars, when a Sith disciple killed his master to make himself alone that Jafar was THE GREAT EACH? Lord Vader is still far away.

"Why would Jafar actually do that? Was not he grateful that she did not have to be on the street anymore? "She did not sit still.

"Yeah, yeah, well, before we met Jafar, he noticed a pharmacist he was taught before she saw him. He had been with her for several years, and he taught it to me, but when he got better, she wanted to get rid of him. Yadira did not feel that Agrabah was better than she was. "

"That makes sense," Rose murmured against the spoon, women being jealous, true.

"So she killed her what? Justice is blind. "

"Nooo not quite, he cursed her, and it was worse than death, her own medicine," Yago spoke, looking at the figures, just embarrassing to them as if he had no conscience that the secret of their lives to someone else so she choked and Rose appreciated it, because she had told her that she had to believe she was telling her.

"What did he do? Did he transform it into a statue? Carpet? Sand?

"What he does not have, something too light to think of, too," he laughed.

"Good to let me in," she waved her free hand into the room, but she would not have liked it, Jafar was refined, it had to be something special.

"Will you give me another shit for me?" She nodded, nodding.

"He cursed her in the same golden stick he wore."

Rose rolled her eyes, and this would never have occurred to her. "What?" She blurted out, reached out, grabbed Yaga behind the tail pen, and pulled it to her.

"Well, I really do not lie to snakes me and my beak if I blame," he swore.

"So do you have to believe she is the golden stick somehow? It sounds strange."

"It is the source of Jafar's power, that is, the cross that he has himself. It is good to have a reserve as a rescue boat. "

That's why the stick was uncomfortable whenever she looked at her. Brrr ...

The ruby look was scary about it, and when she saw that she could turn into that huge blood-cobra ... She had to be pretty upset. Actually, it's a miracle that she's still alive after all, Rose sighed.

Yago then decided that he had told her enough and rather started complaining about Ramses, and that was not the end. She felt with him.

Finally, Bahadur came to them for a bowl, asked her how they felt and eventually set off.

"Would you like to play another Yago game? You already know chess. Something I invented for a while, would you like to listen to that? "Rose suggested, trying to instill the bird's eye on the bird's ceremony inconspicuously.

"Have you figured something out? I thought you were stinking all the time, "he laughed at her.

"I needed to rest after that terrible night, and you are not my nanny at all," she said in her aura, his finger floating on his back and his legs upward as if giving up.

It was not that difficult to convince him anymore.

He carefully obeyed the rules of the lady and decided that it was lighter than chess, and he liked it even though he was trying to persuade her to change the rules.

"Draughts? What is a stupid idea? What a king, it sounds noble, "said Yago, who was quite dissatisfied with his name.

"For me, I can call it a king. So will we try? "

But playing with Yago was not easy, while at Jafara he would not allow anything, he tried to distract her attention, confuse her as a magician who was tricking a trick, fidgeting and discreetly circumventing the rules as best he could. Rose had to be damned careful not to overlook anything.

"You cheat the bird!" She blamed him as he reached out his leg and pushed his pawn straight across two fields to her to replace him with the Shah.

"Oh, I have not noticed, I can not read," Yago replied, and Rose questioned him doubtfully, laughing.

"So you can not read or count, but cheat? I know why Jafar keeps you, "she said, and made another move and took Yag's figure.

Ara hobbled, "at least I'm prettier than you."

Super, they're going to prey on who's a better spy.

"And I have something you do not have," Rose raised her eyebrows.

But Yago understood it completely differently, "I've seen the feminine under my hips. It's not worth it."

Rose blushed a little and laughed, her tears running wildly as Yago sees it from another perspective and, like a bird, she can not understand, "what do you know Yago?"

"I did not, but Jafar once said that with the big things upstairs that remind me of the oranges you look different than the others, I do not know if you had wings, you probably would not have."

Rose was blushing even more and looked at her bigger breasts, beautifully cramped in her beaded brassie, well, she was far greater than the women she had seen, but Bahadur did not think she was doing any harm to her.

"Especially you can take off with your stomach, you look like a helicopter," she tugged at her tongue.

"I do not know what a whore is, but the main thing is that I'm a winner!" He cried victoriously, and as Rose looked down he was right.

How the hell could she keep watch? Certainly he was cheating, for only his black pawns and one shah remained on the board, while all of her figures were on the pile beside the chessboard.

"PLAYING, RUNNING!" Yago giggled, and Rose curled her lower lip and laid her hands on her chest.

"Bloody bird."

Next time I'm going to teach you something.

Even as Rose and Yago played, the caravan was back in motion.

Yago was enjoying his prize and gulping at the edge of the blanket. Rose took advantage of it, had finished the rest of the meal and left no more nuts.

"What do you think is what is waiting for us in Egypt when we arrive?" Rose asked.

Yago straightened up proudly. "Feast," he said.

"A huge feast with lots of nuts. And other birds, maybe Jafar will buy me a female. "Rose smiled amusedly at that thought.

"You people can not appreciate how important women are," Yago said, and Rose grinned.

Then they enjoyed each other and ignored the time of running incredibly fast, like all the pleasant moments, nor the poor slaves sipping under their cargo.

They didn 't mind, and the booth once again slapped the sand ...

Today this chapter was very nutritious in terms of information. We learned something about Jafar's past, and it had to be an interesting way to go. He could remain a healer, but his desire for power and magic led him further than anyone would expect.

Jafar also manifested himself as a jealousy, who would say it? But let's leave him, he gets out of it and there's another pit stop we're all waiting for :-) In the next chapter we laugh a lot.

Eh, Rose night with the scorpion I do not envy her, I would probably keep the same childishly, except that I really would Bahadur on her back, and he would have to wear me like a backpack.

Rose has also become more close to Yago, consolidating their friendship among them, which is a great plus.