Chapter 5
The first card
"How then could become one such vizier, it is not a high rank?" Asked Rose and somehow could not imagine that annoying guy with a syringe and a sympathetic expression of their patients.
This is more like a red-hot whips when the patient will expel evil spirits.
Although a gynecologist would need to succeed. Rose at the thought shyly, blushing.
"Yes, Jafar is the second most powerful man in Agrabah and throughout our realm," she said Jasmine. "Then he came to the palace, he was my father ailing. He had a fever and he looked very ill. Many healers prophesied would not survive, but then he came and father healed. The sultan was then richly rewarded and began to listen to him, so he became our Vizier. The father took him under my wing, "finished the tale princess.
Meanwhile, Rose chewed fruit and imagined the whole picture perfect healer. Somehow it did not seem well.
Had the sultan on his deathbed with some malaria and he suddenly cured when nobody knew advice ... heck, it has the power, like Jesus, or what?
He almost laughed at the fact itself, such a crap.
The whole thing about him was almost unbelievable.
"I was a little girl, but even then I did not believe him, even when he tried to befriend me. It's a scary powerful man and says ... "her voice lowered to a whisper silent, as if maybe someone could hear that" magic-wielding. Although I've never seen, but I heard it say several maids. Although it is obviously in fairy tales. "
Jasmine laughed lightly at his ringing voice and waving her hands in the air.
Yeah, some people with a lower IQ and believe that the tree grows sausage, thought the girl in bed, but she did not object.
"I do not believe in fairy tales, but for him I would give careful. It is very dangerous and alienate him ... 'sentence rather not finished and Rose choked on a piece of apple, as he eloquently Jasmine ran his index finger down the throat.
This is what I enjoy, she muttered to herself.
"Did you say something?" Jasmine cocked her head to one side, his fingers brushing the tip of his black ponytail.
Rose quickly shook her head. "I can take care of myself," she grinned, but inside her throat, not just from the feel good, and it did not count on what happened yesterday in the hallway.
Rather he will no longer try. Damn that guy.
Must be careful and get into their world as quickly as possible. This is because every step could be the last stand. And why it must rely on Mr. Perfect and his talkative parrot.
"She finished you?" Jasmine looked at her eagerly and Rose nodded. "Well, then get dressed and go into the garden," the princess decided imperiously.
Rose would like to undergo, but she got up and left the blanket on the bed, she stood there in just a bra and panties.
Jasmine blushed and turned her face away. "I forgot, you do not have anything to wear."
It is enough that you get that idea, turned blonde eyes.
"My clothes are lost somewhere," she added sadly sham.
"That's okay, I'll lend you some of my," murmured the princess, she stood up and reached for tassels.
Barca ordered to bring some of her clothes, and soon emerged with three different and placed it reverently on the bed.
Rose reached for the yellow, but Jasmine got her and pointed to salmon pink. They were in a similarly loose cut, only instead of skirts and trousers were with extra sleeves.
When Jasmine explained how nandavají, Rose had wanted to scream.
God, not after all no bimbo from Siberia to know how she dresses skirts!
Patiently the shimmering beauty stretched out on the side and a little embarrassed. Delicate transparent silk decorated with white beads was wonderful. Loose skirt with pleats million she fell to her ankles, revealing graceful legs, but decorated bra thin straps barely accommodate her full breasts.
She was in it boldly and confidently, she could not deny, but when she looked in the mirror, her eyes widened. The girl, who looked at her, looked like expensively paid courtesan.
When her words came to mind, remembering Aladdin and grimaced.
This would be from such a point of view about rupture pants.
"You look wonderful!" He exclaimed Jasmine and looked at it from different angles as a perfect statue.
Certainly, like pink cake with whipped cream.
But even to him was how critical, rustling silk, which she seductively brushed the calves and thighs were incredibly welcoming, and also in that it was not so hot.
"Too suits you better than me, but I just did not wear much, I prefer blue." Jasmine's voice was a few seconds, slightly jealous, but that Rose did not attach any significance, only looked into the mirror and enjoyed the sight. Jasmine then turned her gaze fell on the red coat draped over a chair. "In your country must have been cold," she said, and took him into his hand, curiously substance after running her hands and tilted it differently, when one of his pockets, something has dropped to the ground. "What is it?" He asked the princess, and she bent down for it.
"I do not show," he said Rose princess gave her subject.
Rose looked at that thing and recognized her card!
Bigger and stronger than she was accustomed, therefore, she did not recognize her right away. He was darkened with soot or something, but do not doubt that it's a card. Rose ran thoughts. What if it's the one that wanted her man in black? Is not it obvious? Of course it is she! And when he gives her, he'd finally return home ...
But she could trust him? What if your card and leave her to cough up?
Jasmine interrupted her thoughts.
"But ... it is dirty and ugly. Put it away, "she said, and gave away Rosina cunningly red cloth coat. "There's a button?"
Rose card further studied.
"I can have nasty things to someone prize," she said. "There's something written."
Out of curiosity, she tried to send to wipe a layer of dust on the card. It did not, but she recognized her picture on oriental carpets and beneath it on a decorative ribbon inscription: "flying."
Oddly enough understood.
On the edges of the cards were drawn sort of tendrils of plants known.
"Flying ..." read Rose. "Oh ... I wish we could fly."
Suddenly card itself flew from her hand in the air and spread to the bright dust that formed into tiny floating female figures. That was a princess turned and stared at it with Rose, believing her eyes.
From the figures again became a cloud of dust flew into a tapestry on the wall and then disappeared.
"What was that?" He blinked princess.
"Did you see what I see?" He answered the question as shocked Rose.
And that's not all! Carpet him began to twitch, hung from brackets on the wall, made a somersault in the air and stopped in front of Rose about twenty centimeters above the ground. Rose stared at it all dumbfounded.
"This is for you in Hungary normal?" He asked the princess.
"No," replied Rose. "Had I not seen it with my own eyes, I will not believe it. How about you?"
"We're doing well ... I have not seen a flying carpet," Jasmine said.
"Turn one more time in the air," she tried to tell Rose. Carpet rose, did a somersault and stopped again in front of her. "My God, it's listening to me!" She said enthusiastically.
"Orbits around me!" Mimicked her Jasmine. Carpet but did not respond.
"It seems that only listens to me," Rose said slyly.
"As? For I am a princess. Here he must listen to everyone, "mad as a little kid, stamping her feet on the ground.
"I'm sorry, maybe can not help it," Rose told her and tried to stand on the carpet. He did not resist and did not bend much. She sat down in the middle. "Take me to the opposite window," she said to Rose and carpet gently swept the bed and stood in front of the window.
The Princess was a little offended, but that she liked. She wanted to try it too. "I also want to fly!" She said.
"So, come and sit down," Rose offered her pleasantly. Jasmine could not resist such an invitation. Satisfied, she blinked her long eyelashes, smiled and climbed onto the carpet behind Rose. "Take us to the opposite door," he said the blonde and the carpet with them again flew bed.
Both then descended to the floor because neither yet risked flight somewhere out into the unknown.
"This is nice," Jasmine said and thought. Still it bothered her that the carpet does not listen to her, but just a pretty stranger. "What happened with that thing out of your pocket? Where is?"
"It is now probably in the carpet," speculated Rose.
"And could not come back?" The princess said. She hoped that they would need the carpet started to listen to it, on the contrary.
"Become card again!" She commanded Rose carpet. However, he only picked up one of its rear corners and angrily shook him in a gesture of defiance. Rose shrugged. "Either they can not, or do not know how he commands. But do not be sad. When you'll want to fly, you can always come to me. "
Jasmine stopped frown, smiled and winked happily.
"Well," she replied, "So let it here, and now I wanted to show you the garden and Raju," enthused with Jasmine and her companion literally dragged into the hall from her room.
Rose, however, after a few meters realized that actually in such vast areas not find its way back, and almost groaned about it. That morning, but it was not the only inconvenience.
This became after two turn to the right and three left when she walked alone against known figure without a parrot on his shoulder.
Rose breath and watched the royal vizier, as he approached certain step, while Jasmine constantly was talking and gesturing.
Blonde on the contrary, he tried to look unapproachable to show him it was his last night of her intimidation has no effect.
"Princess," said Jasmine and her nezavadil not even look, which Rose offended. So now it will now be ignored?
"Pleasant morning, Jafar," she replied rather curtly Jasmine when she interrupted their conversation. All three stopped to exchange pleasantries, and Jafar added a bare bow.
She would be those that fell head around if you had a little bent, she thought skepticism Rose and frowned at him.
"These are the circles under your eyes?" She interjected girl in pink. "It seems that you're probably at night slept very well that a guilty conscience?" Prodded you make of it forced a least some say.
Jasmine threw her a warning look, but she ignored it, just be rude language. And this guy hated.
Jafar he finally turned his head. "On the contrary, I got something that I have a very long sought, why me it took a lot of time and less sleep," he looked at her from above, but as soon as he looked into her eyes, hers left and slid down her body the unspoken question that Rose embarrassed.
Hard to say what at the thought, but apparently he lost speech, which she warmed to her chest.
But it was only an illusion, Vizier knew what he was doing, and his keen mind inventing its plans for the march, and now one in motion.
"It is to me something wrong?" He asked the blonde and added to a radiant smile. In those silk dress she looked great and she knew it, because even innocently blinked and stared at him, her sapphire peepers.
"I'm afraid so," Jafar intently slipped from his lips and Rose's jaw dropped.
"What?" She said.
If she now says that looks like a box, jumping at his throat!
"You do not look too good ... you're too pale, the local warm air will probably not indicative dear," Gratifying his deep voice resonated in her body and she stifled a growl.
Rose would put his hand into the fire that her deliberately reached out and touched her cold fingers of her face intently doctor to a patient who is terminally insidious disease.
The girl froze and dry swallowed so much wanted to pull away, slapping his hand away, but nevzmohla to nothing. His touch was electrifying.
"Well, you do not have even a fever?" Jafar fingers moved slowly down her cheek down to his chin in mock up care and then withdrew his arm and smiled slightly, making her face more burst into flames.
Bastard, even so it was not hot when it touches me like that!
Wait, that they yield an inch!
Rose indignantly breath, but the Vizier continued to look lost deep in her sapphire eyes.
"I could give you something to encourage, meet me in the afternoon in my office," with it turned abruptly and left.
It must always have the last word? It's arrogance!
Both women stared at him as if to circumvent death.
The first recovered Jasmine and Rose grabbed his arm. "Are you okay? Indeed you feel good? "
Her concern touched her, but she still trembled with rage and realized that Jafar said deliberately.
It has come to him in the afternoon, and it will not be because of some medicine.
If you want to come, he said their vows and get rid of while Jasmine without being chased, will have to play his game, making it incredibly annoyed, why leave it in such embarrassing situations! To hell with it!
"I was a little dizzy, it will probably take some time to get used to this climate. You said you used to be a healer, perhaps really has something to do me good, "she said, though he doubted, and the two have gone their separate ways.
Yago POV
Flying Carpet is still lounging in bed Rose. For the spirit of the card was not comfortable to stay a thousand years in the form of something unused and thin, it could at worst, could be used as a bookmark in the book. So every opportunity, when he had no one to command in his favor.
At that moment, however, the window Rose Room peeked something else than the morning sun. It was a few small eyes. He was followed feathered head, beak, wings parrot and the rest of the body.
Yago quietly rushed inside and began to invent what Rose has performed for mischief. Carpet on the bed, he was extremely suspicious.
"She has a ways but ..." he muttered, shaking his head.
But when the carpet approached, he reared up and flew toward the ceiling. Ara initially startled flapped his wings, but he thought it was clear to him what was happening.
Jafar was on the cards already vybásnil many things that he could guess that this is the work of one of them. Yago swirled in the air and flew out the window.
Soon, Rose returned with a carafe of water and a plate of biscuits. She just wanted to check the carpet. Still not quite got used to always be served and given that he wanted to return to his world, nor can it completely did not get used.
Carpet on the ceiling surprised her.
"Come on down!" She said, carpet obediently swooped to her. She considered. "Come back to the wall!" She commanded, and Persian fabric is moved to the wall and hung into the handles. Rose came to him and patted him. "Good carpet ... and now stay here and do nothing until I tell you."
Carpet relaxed and stayed sadly hung like a pretty common tapestry.
Jafar POV
"Jafar!" Said Yago, when unannounced vizier rushed into the room.
"Now, do not disturb, Yago!" Snapped Jafar, who was at that time an important visit.
Opposite him sat dealer Shalimar in his dark blue robe and turban worn. It was a man about fifty years old, his face wrinkled by age, as if the whole days spent on the dry desert sand, and he gnawed mercilessly in the face, which is not the case, because all the buyers went after him, not he to them.
Vizier was an exception, as it would not pay him decline the invitation because of his reputation, and therefore he could not have prevented.
"Sit on the perch and be quiet!"
Yago Although grumbled, but eventually obeyed him. When the vizier had this mood, it did not pay to contradict him.
Jafar turned to his valuable guest.
"I say you are what you seek. It is that so? "Vizier's eyes glittered with eagerness as two black stars.
"Oh yes, Sahib, it is exactly that, but it cost me a lot of complications and it was really very difficult to fathom it," said the peddler and cunningly concealed pleased expression.
"I assure you that if you speak the truth, the reward will be more than sufficient," she lured him.
"Behold, my lord," said the merchant, and handed him half a sapphire pendant in the shape of scarab hidden in the dim screen.
Jafar she thoroughly inspected. He covered his hands and found that fluoresces. Yagovi yet stomach growled. He does not breakfasted.
"Yes!" He exclaimed triumphantly Jafar. "That is what I seek." He pulled from his robe pouch of gold and handed it to Shalimar. "I am fulfilling their part of the bargain."
The merchant pulled out of the bag some coins and bite check whether it is fool's gold or some similar scam.
"When you're finished with it ocucáváním money, I want something to snědkůůů ..." croaked Yago. Instinctively he dodged past his perch flew the flame from Jafar hole.
"It's a nice stick," said Shalimar with even more interest, but he did not dare touch her.
"I've never seen before. Is this gold? What's the mechanism? "He asked intently, viewing detail decorates the head of a cobra. "How much you want for it?"
"It's not for sale," he vizier, hurling angry look on his bird.
"Really? I will give you three times as much for her, "he hefted the bag with money. But as soon as he saw the face of rejection vizier, all interest he suddenly crossed. "Well. But if you change your mind, my shop doors are open to you, "said the merchant. "Allah be with you."
"Allah be with you," he repeated Jafar slightly exasperated.
When the buyer left, the sorcerer pulled from shelves cabinet, opened it, and lifted it from the first half of scarab.
"Shut up and listen!" He ordered Yago and showed him the two halves of the tag. "You know what this is? 'Yago silently grinned. Vizier's ideas were not always so logical, as he himself constantly persuaded that they are. "You can speak," let him Jafar, but did not release it to the word: "It's a jade scarab! Just to reach the correct location in the desert, there to attach themselves halves and discover the famous Alibaba's cave of wonders, the key to my plan. I once again one step closer to absolute power and invincibility. 'Yago knew that when Jafar smug in this state, no point in trying to talk to him sensibly. Fortunately Jafar soon awake. "Moment! You wanted to tell me something? "She recalled.
"You're lucky you have not noticed," said Yago somewhat offended. "I know something you definitely much rrrád heard. If you tell me where you put those sweet sweet grapes, I'll tell you. "
"Do not think that I let myself be manipulated. I am too much intelligent than a bird, "said Jafar, closed the lid and vrtil box back into place.
"Totally wrong with me," said Yago, "you'm just helping out."
"Let go appetite, you do not deserve it," he said briskly Jafar.
"You'll regret it," said Yago, but no more Jafar nepřemlouval and let your information to themselves.
Surely he will come in handy later on.
So chapter No.5, who's still reading?
Today we discovered the first card, others will follow. The story unfolds slowly, but do not worry, there will be a lot of action :-)
Soon to come on the scene and Aladdin :-)
But for some consistency, we have decided to leave the relationship Jasmine and Aladdin, as it was originally in the movie, so do not worry.
Even some your opinion should be tossed. How did it still work?