Chapter 3
What a luxury
Large hall filled with suffocating emptiness.
Vizier fell into silent contemplation. Again, he failed to imagine the development of the situation, so he must adjust and rethink their flawless plan that already did not seem flawless.
And while Rose but he could pierce an ominous look that it but at the moment no longer worry as much as before, and the circumstances might be all smiles.
She took off her coat, therefore, draped it over his arm like a lady and sadly sighed over their beautiful dresses, now fully sneaked sweat.
Once the princess and the sultan retreated enough, Yago choked and spat on the wing remains of biscuits.
"Damn ... how am I supposed to endure? Jafar, the sultan finally learn what feeds Scarlet Macaw! "
Vizier finally turned and walked briskly toward the door, neprozrazujíc nothing of his emotions.
"Come. I'll show you your chamber, "he said.
"I'm dying of thirst! Do you have anything to drink, please? "She demanded Rose with moderate cunning smile.
"I would drink. After the pastry got terribly dry throat, "said Jafar's parrot and impatiently pressed his lips together.
"Along the way I'll give you a drink," said the vizier and headed for a huge three-meter long front door, which came here. Rose followed him like a shadow.
In the hallway Jafar called a slave and had to bring the best carafe of water, two glasses and a bowl. He took a sip first, after it dipped his beak in a bowl Yago and shivered with delight as it Jafar was thinking when he reminds the right time.
Rose water seemed to look, so she tried to be cautious. He tasted like about fourteen days old tea.
"Ble!" She spit sip on the floor. "That's the best water?"
"Disgusting you?" Said Jafar menacingly.
"It's disgusting," Rose said truthfully. Well, not chemically treated and luxuries such as home will have to adjust. It could be worse.
"But better than cookies," he claimed Yago and whistled a few bars of some of his tunes.
"In that case awaits early death from thirst," he said Jafar amused, as if that's what most tastes like, "or you want to taste the one we slaves?"
So that you could not really forgive and Rose quickly shook her head, then she looked at the contents of his glass. Although the water was disgusting, but fortunately not hideous blonde and he was really thirsty and drank a glass and say about others.
Jafar had no choice, given the unpleasant task, but he was patient and patience is a virtue.
He stood beside the thought. Sultan sometimes acted carelessly and perhaps unknowingly mistook him a slave, as has happened several times, at which the vizier squeamish and incredibly annoyed him, but gave no sign, outwardly he was still dignified and aloof, as expected.
He waited patiently until the two strengthen, and so had time to study the girl quietly for a moment.
His gaze fell on her coat draped over his arm. When he wore had come from a country where it was very cold, and yet underneath she wore to indecently short dress that women did not take even a harem.
His gaze fell on the well shaped legs, which he thus revealed at the show. They were soft and white, like a faceted diamond. Skin, he would like to caress many a man, and in the brothels would be such a curiosity valued gold.
Rose noticed Jafar view and stopped drinking, his stare she just was not pleasant. "What is?"
Jafar tactfully looked up to her face and raised one of his dark eyebrows. He was not used to someone treated him without respect, and thus only lightly pressed her lips together to compose himself. "I wonder how long you linger." But before she could answer, he went down the corridor ahead.
It's his behavior she pissed!
Rose barely enough to lay a glass on a tray and popoběhnout to vizier enough.
"Wait, slow down a bit after all," she said, when a tall man with a flowing cloak caught. He did not give prig view. Okay.
"You should learn to keep up," he said through his teeth and along the corridor came the familiar tapping his cane on the pavement.
"Beware, Jafar does not like insolent slave, 'said Yago importantly, waving his wings.
Rose threw a glum look and resisted catch the tail and yank.
"It sits talkative parrot, and moreover I am not a slave, but a guest princesses," she began haughtily.
"Phe, brat," croaked Yago querulously, but that's after Rose really grabbing, fortunately the timely noticed, took off from Jafarova shoulder and sailed off down the corridor.
Rose smiled slyly. Coward.
But soon he regretted his act, because between her and vizier there was oppressive, almost suffocating silence. Again.
Jafar led her palace as a guide opájející his importance, and as he thought about it, she wondered what was probably going on in his head, and that's why he wanted to provoke, as if it were not enough that the hall had folded ears and accept sultan command.
"As your wife may have downy monster bear," he is trying to make conversation.
"I'm not a woman," was the terse cold response.
"Um, I'm really surprised," he nudged the Rose continued, "there's really hot, it's here often? Raining here ever? Winter here is not about that? And the snow? "
"No," another poor response, this time one word. That should have warned her.
Would that put on their instincts.
Clearly he saw Jafar fingers more withdrawn around his stick, and it made her even more to try his patience.
"So even in this heat, you wear so many clothes? A sweat? And ... you're not under that rag on your head some hair? "She tried to innocent conversational tone and somehow inside her warm satisfaction.
Blonde did well to taunt him, but knew no boundaries, before he could be stopped, which was a mistake.
No, it certainly is bald, she thought. Eared and bald. Yeah, nothing more than polished patter which bounces the sun, she thought to herself that internally laughed.
"Oh well ..." enough to even tell when a man suddenly stopped on the spot, and she almost bumped into him.
Jafar toward her threateningly around and Rose felt that all the light in the hall suddenly disappeared somewhere, like the ubiquitous heat.
Vizier to her a few quick steps, before it had to withdraw, otherwise it would probably stomped into the ground.
Damn, where some guards when a person needs!
"Enough!" He hissed, her prickled the hairs on his neck.
He did not seem very enthusiastic.
Wow, I guess it is a little heavy. Well, but what the bastard deserved it.
"I'm sorry that you hate talking about, if that you were a bit much, but I grew very curious," she simply shoulders, "and ..." How receded, slammed into the wall and literally on her back pinned, as if He wanted to go to the trenches and decorative mosaics soak.
"Your tongue is like a poisonous snake, honey, but even this can be your poison prepare, maybe you're the Princess's guest, but flogging nobody said anything," approached her and stood so close that she was afraid even to breathe, to he accidentally touched, "you do not know what it is respect and humility."
"You would not dare," she said, but surely it was not much, especially when he looked so unapproachable.
"I would not have you be so sure." His lips pressed tightly together with a hard line in slowly to round the evil smile. Such that it not leave any doubt that he actually did.
She shuddered at the thought.
Rose knew that he prefers to remain silent, but she was not the type who just nodded guiltily.
No, he lifted his face, stubbornly pursed her mouth and looked directly into his eyes.
It was dark, scary and numbers of them really, really, what was perhaps a little jealous.
They were no little lights, which saw the mercy, and it scared her and attracted at the same time.
She was afraid. But once he shows humility, it will be even worse, and he will trample her.
"Maybe you really did, but you still owe me an explanation. You got me here, so I therefore Look back in a minute and I will not cause any trouble, okay? "He stabbed him his index finger into his chest and Jafar narrowed his almond black eyes, which made him even more frightening, as if he and his broad shoulders cast a shadow to light neutápěla and his devilish face in the shadows.
"You think it's easy? That magic is just a cheap magic trick? "Insulted and his deep voice warning her hair stand on end.
He snorted indignantly.
"And what if it is? You got me here, so I can even go back, "he insisted Rose and inhaling the scent Arab vizier strong that it was surrounded with its proximity as a magical haze.
His finger pressed vizier noticeably in the chest, as if he wanted his mark there to burn, and he quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled away. Probably he not bear to touch him.
"It's not so easy, but I could make an exception beneficial," he said and thought.
The way his eyes narrowed, it did not reassured.
Rose uncertainly watched his features slowly changing from a frown on something resembling a clever cat who is fastidious licking over the trapped mouse.
"What do you mean?" She gasped and tried to pull her hand. In vain, holding it too tightly, he had to feel her heart beating below the wrist.
"Trade. I'll come back to you on one condition, you help me find what I want. "
His grip was almost unbearable.
Rose felt her drives into a corner, gave her two choices and yet had only one. Cheat.
"Are you serious? You've got me here and still sets conditions? That's extortion. "She winced when he grabbed her hand, otherwise it would have probably crushed wrist.
Where does that his skinny arms have so much power?
Rose looked at his wrist to see if there does happen to their fingerprints, rubbing her bruised hands instead of the heart pumping, but it did not do. Jafar fingers had found her chin.
He caught it between thumb and forefinger and completely without permission had lifted slightly upward, to look at his face.
It was a dominant gesture and she just confused gasped and bit her lip.
The touch forced Rose blush.
"I do not care what you think," he hissed like a snake, "on reflection you one day," darkly enunciated his words, and then the girl suddenly let go and stepped back.
Rose was finally able to breathe freely, had realized that the whole time holding my breath.
Jafar, however, did not wait, he turned up around his feet swirling cloak and went in its previous direction, and if Rose did not want him to lose, she had to hurry.
Furthermore, they walked in silence, each absorbed in his own world ...
Jafar Rose led into a spacious, richly decorated bedrooms.
"This is now your chamber," he said in a rush vizier and completely forgot about politeness about him for the trouble did not want. That's how much she despised her and did not hesitate to show it.
Black shadow came in and pulled a kind of yellow ribbon topped by bushy crest, which hung beside a bulky double bed with satin white sheets.
Somewhere in the distance a bell rang.
"If you need anything, pull this. Comes one of our slaves, "he said Jafar and his voice has lacked anything pleasant.
Rose put down his coat on a chair and fascination with looking after the equipment room.
On the cabinets that were decorated with vases, wall hanging woven wall carpet with an intricate mosaic ornament, also suffered from the ceiling frilly white curtains and the bed was hidden passage to the balcony.
Just look what can go round the room, he entered slim, dark man in a pleasantly green robe and a turban on his head. Rose on him was surprised that his face was almost boyish, without a hint of a beard, although his skin rather differently testified about middle age.
"Do you, sir?" Uttered in a voice so high as if it was female, but as a mighty man.
Rose in their knowledge easily guessed, that is a eunuch, one of the slaves-men who were castrated as a minor, to be devoted only to the Sultan and to belong to his most reliable trustees. For the slave parents it was a huge honor and it is just nobody asked.
"This woman is from this moment a guest princesses," said Jafar.
Rose frowned. This woman? So for him, I was like "this woman?" Thank you.
"Treat her with respect and give her the highest hospitality palaces," he could still deliver vizier.
"My name is Rose!" She stressed, but Jafar to hold even turn around. He gave her about as much attention as before his parrot. On the other hand, he was at least glad that called her as "the thief."
Since it was not so long ago, when he thought about her flogging, she testified designation: "this woman" still a certain progress.
"Your wish is my command," said the eunuch respectfully.
"If you'll excuse me, I have work to do," said Jafar rudely and walked out into the hall as a great sup.
"Esteemed Mrs. Rose, let me welcome you to the palace," said the eunuch politely and bowed to her almost embarrassed. She was pleased that immediately noticed her name.
"So you'll serve me now?" Asked Rose.
"It will be my great honor," said the eunuch her sweet high voice.
"I need new clothes. Would that work? "She said.
"Sure, now I'll get some."
"And then ... I'd like a little rinse. Where's your toilet and bidet? "She asked, quite innocently Rose.
The eunuch looked embarrassed.
"I do not know if there's something we like, but you'll get. How it looks?"
Now he again looked embarrassed Rose. Eventually it helped when he explained that he actually needs to rebound, and it necessarily.
Eunuch led her to a nearby squat toilet.
It was a small chamber with white walls and black-and-copper floor of which stood out amid what looked like the top third metal vases sunk into the ground. Piece stood beside a wooden bucket with water.
Are you serious?! MY GOD!
"Until this hole power?" She fretted Rose.
"Heavens no," he reassured her eunuch.
"This is a luxury toilet Sultan, princess and their guests high-ranking officials, and so on. Much better than what we have slaves. I assure you that's not run no rats! "
Rose was too reassuring, just rolled her eyes and remained silent, but reconciled with the fact that probably has no choice. She did not want to wait a thousand years before her slave gets bidet.
"And he explained to me how to use it?"
Another awkward moment.
"Of course," said the eunuch, and he began to take off his robe.
"Uh, you do not have to take off, just when I just explain," she said shyly Rose.
"Well," said the eunuch. He knelt down over a hole into a squat and explained Rose, what and how. He mentioned also the possibility to wash your crotch with water from a bucket, but that Rose too much appeal.
Such luxuries needed.
"You must be tired after a long journey. Can you prepare a warm bath, if you like, "he offered her a eunuch.
"Yes, that would be great. And the new clothes I leave there, I have to take them when I bathed. "
"Sure. Can I leave now to heat the water, please? "He asked respectfully eunuch.
"One more thing," said Rose. "You told me you would, as you say?"
"My name is Bark," he said.
"Thank you, Bark, can I go to prepare a bath," said Rose Bark and left.
While eunuch heated water, Rose tried out in his explanation of the local toilet. It was pretty, but it lacked air freshener. A cold, turbid water simply can not replace the two-ply toilet paper with the motif of strawberries ...
Rose waited a moment in his chamber. She wondered why her vizier led to a room with a double bed. Was it some hidden intention, or we simply do not have any other rooms? Or they are occupied by other guests ...
Nagged her head.
Bark finally came and told her that her room is ready. He led the girl into a room with a pool. He offered to help her undress and even scrubbed the back. Although it said without any hint of lust, Rose was ashamed to accept such an offer. It was that surely benefit the natural xenophobia.
She explained that where it comes from, the women wash themselves and she is so accustomed Bark and without hesitation accepted and left her alone. He left there, however, hand bell in case it would still need to call.
Rose finally took off her jacket and sweaty clothes and finally bra and panties. She went into the pleasantly warm water, trying not to think about the billions of bacteria in it that was looking for an opportunity to get into her body.
If you get an intestinal flu, with the toilet will have to make friends.
But what it does?
Relaxed, sat back and wondered what he looked like Bark genital area.
He irritated by his sexual unavailability in combination with utter submissiveness. Theoretically, of course. She awoke her curiosity little girl who wants to play "doctor."
They cut him everything, and there was a bit behind? And it was against him in a position that if he told him to take off, he would undoubtedly have done.
No, he was too shy, so he ordered it, after all it had was really a surprise for the next day not in the mood.
Rather enjoyed the nice hot water in a deep pool. Maybe not to return home and live here in such luxury would not be bad, wondering if her steam rose into their faces. Then she scolded for it.
She does not belong here after all! What would that do?
After all, there are a hundred years behind the times.
When later climbed out of the pool, dried with fine silk towel and dressed in fresh clothes ready probably intended to sleep.
She went to lie down on the bed in her room. She was tired after all that what she experienced, so oblivious to the sounds of crickets and night city outside the walls and slept the sleep of the just.
Resolved third chapter, you're curious about the other?
What happened today between Rose and Jafar corridor, is just the tip of the iceberg. Indeed, our heroine is too bubbly from Muslim pullets, and it still do not know what he would do when she will force out there wearing Arab terror on your face when you are seen only by the eyes.
Jafar likes things under control. But as Rose decides with his offer? Accept it, or tries to somehow get his world alone? What do you think?
The last thing I'll mention today, is a squat toilet, which accurately describe a co-author. I have never not tried anything so disgraceful, and I do not know about you, but I would have our golden bowl not trade for anything in the world, and I mean even toilet paper. :-)
Man has romantic ideas about getting into another world and another time, but many things not worked and nothing on the other hand, as beautiful as it seems.