Iago yawned and put down the book he'd been reading. It had been a long night but he had the answer and he knew Jafar was not going to like it. In fact he was going to hate it.
The Cave of Wonders had been created by Izra, a very powerful and very crafty wizard. In fact as far as Iago was concerned, the guy had been a nut. He had wanted to collect every valuable and powerful thing in the world and store them in one place and not share them with anyone.
Iago could understand that. With such power a person could own the world. What he didn't understand was that this nut had only wanted to possess the power; he hadn't ever intended to use it. "Crazy as a loon." Iago muttered. Not only did this create a situation where psychos like Jafar could try to grab ultimate power but it made it easier for them. They didn't have to do the work of gathering for themselves.
Then there was the Guardian of the Cave of Wonders and its mantra about the diamond in the rough. It had been created by Izra to defend the treasures against everyone but a person who was completely ultraistic and who would use it for the benefit of all but who hid all his or her good qualities by being modest.
That was crazy. There was no such ultraistic person. Everyone had a little larceny in them, even the best person had some fault or desire that was not for the benefit of all and that last statement about the benefit of all; it was even more psychotic. Who defined the benefit of all? One guy's benefit would certainly not be someone else's. There was going to be a direct conflict. Iago figured that such a contradiction had driven the Guardian mad over the centuries.
You certainly weren't going to be able to approach it as a thief and demand entrance. It would squash you like a bug. Then there was the fixation of the Guardian on only giving up the lamp which was the last command of the ancient wizard. Iago thought he knew what that ancient wizard had planned. Whoever proved worthy to get the lamp would use it to wish that the Guardian give him all the treasure and then disintegrate. Then a golden age would ensue. Iago spat in disgust. More like a dictatorship for thousands of years. Izra was definitely nuts.
He sighed. Jafar was going to go ballistic. It meant he had to find some covered-up really disgusting goody two shoes to go in and get the lamp and not tell him or her what it was or it would be the golden age of the goody two shoes with Jafar kissing his or her sandals. Iago thought they should just leave that damned lamp buried. He had a horrible feeling that this was all going to end very badly.
Now who could they get to go in for the lamp? He suddenly realized that he knew of one person but they would never do it. Wouldn't Jafar be shocked if he told him who it was and would he recognize this person on his own?
Iago shook his head. Jafar wasn't that smart. Now who else besides this person could get the lamp? Maybe one of the idealistic students at the University? No. That would definitely result in a world dictatorship run by the kid's professors as his advisors.
He'd have to give this some more thought and try and stall Jafar. He definitely did not want a psycho ruling the world either. He flew off to avoid Jafar and get some sleep.