Chapter 9
Disease
When Rose regained consciousness, she felt weak and her head ached unbearably. At least not in the belly of the snake.
She was, but when she tried to open her eyes, pulse stabbing pain behind her eyelids from doing so.
"Water!" Gasped blind.
Someone put it to his mouth water bowl. She did not ask who, but sipped and sucked like a baby from the breast. She hoped to learn who gave her the life-giving liquid, but at that moment she did not care. He saw little by little, at least five minutes and fell asleep again.
Jafar POV
The sultan played in the sunny garden with Jasmine.
After a long time, finally she had some free time, perhaps because he who prepared him forever, he was just gone, so he donated his beloved daughter.
The princess was worried about Rose because she said yesterday she was not feeling well this morning and vizier announced its so-called quarantine chamber.
Nobody was allowed to her, and Jasmine worried she did not want her new friend something happened.
Now it but did not think his father was obviously better than Rose and she was very rare. He was there with them and Yago Raja, who had his mission to spy and snitch.
Tiger lounged on silken cushions and poor parrot had to sit on a tree branch, just because Raja did not get along, he at least prevented the sultan in his throat stuffing those nasty cookies.
Suddenly the stone path entered tall dark figure with a golden stick. Jafar returned. Jasmine and the Sultan have stopped playing, looked at each other and watchful.
"Noble Sultan, I have news about the health of the Princess's guest," said the vizier, when he reached them.
"What's wrong with Rose, Jafar?" She asked worriedly princess.
"Shanghai has a fever. It's exotic disease, but do not worry, it is well treatable, I was with this case met several times, so that in a few days will be healthy again, "said Jafar professionally in her deep recitation, which brooked no doubt.
"Is this strange disease contagious?" Asked the sultan.
Vizier put serious expression. "Spreads just sexual intercourse, so if you want, you can see it, but right now he is unconscious and can take hours before he wakes up," said the vizier.
Princess consider whether it would prefer to watch a sick exotic woman unconscious, or playing with your beloved and noble father.
"I'd rather have a father."
"Nothing serious, what should I pay now?" Asked the sultan of his mentor perplexed, maybe a little guilty expression.
"Right now we know nothing about," said the vizier. "Allah be with you," said goodbye, he turned to Yaga and pointed with his stick on his shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm flying," he said Yago annoyed Vizier swooped down on his shoulder.
Rose POV
Rose seemed to fall into an endless well.
Besides myself saw a long red dvojzubé spear flying space. It stopped in an upright position and it appeared the devil himself, who held him.
Suddenly, the vision changed and Rose sold in small shops.
The devil wanted to buy a new handle on his spear that supposedly make better sinners stabbed and showed her a package of six major card like that they pay.
She knew that he would not be able to oblige, because it sold only fruits and vegetables, but had a nice smile, because her boss's orders.
The Devil tossed cards in the air and they were transformed into pieces of unadorned black cloth. One by one they threw themselves on parts of her body, devouring them, sucking into the inky nothingness. First, her beautiful legs, then lap and lean belly, full breasts, wonderfully smooth hands, carefully coiffed blond hair, and eventually the rest of sensual lips and head. Then it was all about her blackness and did not know what to make of it.
When he woke again, my head ached less and could at least open your eyes. She was in her room and stood over her Bark.
"Bark!" She agonized.
"Do not freak out you should rest," he said.
"What's happening?" Asked Rose.
"You crawl, I'll explain everything," said Bark. Rose listened.
"You're seriously ill, have a fever so-called Shanghai. Apparently it will be within a few days well again, but now you need to rest and drink a lot. The disease is said to have manifested headache, weakness, fever and hallucinations. Have you seen recently something strange? "
"The devil wanted to handle his spear, I fell into a well and Jafar rod turned into a giant cobra which massacred people. And speaking caves and flying carpet ... Oh my God, maybe I'm crazy? "Said Rose anxiously.
"Do not worry, this is normal in this disease," said Bark calm singsong voice. "It's just like a dream. But in a few days everything will be okay. "
So it was all a dream? But if so, why she was here and not at home where it belonged? The boundaries between reality and dream, which was normally so bright he suddenly felt horribly slurred.
"How did I get this disease? I do not remember that I had somehow infected, "she said.
"When you vizier treated, he said he was sexually transmitted. You should be careful with whom you have sex, "he told her eunuch soulfully.
Normally this would be laughed with gusto, but now I feel really bad, so instead she fell asleep again.
Jafar POV
When Jafar walked into his office like a dark shadow, Yago flew to his perch and Jafar wearily stretched.
"Follow the sultan was a terrible job. I get the reward? "He asked parrot.
"You still think of myself?" He reproached him gruffly vizier. "Do not I care how I fell to the caves."
"As you could probably catch? It's obvious! You do not have the card, and the girl's half-dead. You'll kill her now or tomorrow? "
"Do not be silly, this woman still serve me. But I had to get someone with a really pure heart, who vouches for, "said Jafar.
"And what it really is?" He asked parrot.
"Now he has a fever and is delirious if he perhaps had something to tell someone not to believe her. But in the evening she'll get over it and tomorrow will feel normal. Only his head wound, the longer it will heal, even if I had anointed Ointments, "said Jafar. "I feel tired on the way, now I just do not want anything, work can wait until tomorrow, maybe I'll go on a tour to a local brothel ..."
"And my reward for guarding the Sultan?" Said Yago again.
Jafar paused and tapped his forefinger to his chin, then slid his fingers and stroked a dark beard.
"Well. Can you outwit my bowl of nuts. That reward enough. Do not worry, this time there are just peanuts, no worms. "
"But then I ate in the morning," said Yago.
"So you've chosen your reward," said Jafar displeased.
"Hey, do not make fun of me! You know how many times I dug up today beak biscuit as soon as I approached the tray with fruit? "Said Yago. He was clearly in the mood to be with Jafar argue endlessly.
Sorcerer on it but after today, not in the mood, he came to the shelves of tea, took one of the boxes, unlocked her subtle mechanism within which to parrot beak hit, and poured it into a bowl on the table a new batch of nuts.
"At least you can see that patience pays off," he said.
Yago threw the bowl and happily pecking corn like chickens, which Jafar amused and a little cheered.
But despite the reluctance eventually forced to a job, to be as soon as finished.
After spending the late afternoon by writing endless invitations in several languages, which will be sent to all neighboring countries, as a request for a friendly visit, in order to sort of selective delegation to honor the choice of future husband of Princess Jasmine, she rose and strode through the palace.
No one has been here and he solitude welcomed with open arms.
He likes peace and order and chaotic things beyond his control irritated him.
He stopped at the door Rose.
He felt a duty to check, after all, he could not just let it die, it needed strong.
Nothing was heard at the door, probably still sleeping soundly sleep of the just, how could it not after what he gave her laboriously concocted poison, which lifted some of the symptoms of his disease fancy.
As he said, a necessary evil.
After what they both returned, he brought back door to her room.
The girl was still unconscious, which he came incredibly handy. He had time to go to him in his secret office in the basement, pick up a small bottle of the brew and pour it into her throat.
He was careful to empty only a quarter of the bottle, otherwise the poison caused a strong poisoning.
She could choke, vomit and toxins can invade the internal organs with the intent to permanently damage them. Fortunately, his work and precision was more than perfect.
Now, he stopped at her door and went inside without knocking.
The room lit only one candle on a remote table and provide space around a kind of solace in the cool night.
As a demon himself approached the girl's bed. His long robes rustled softly across the floor, but none of that would not arouse her.
Rose lay on her back, a blanket thrown at the waist. Probably her eyelids chased strange dreams since crouched brow and occasionally loud sigh.
There was, however, in order to spy on her, though for all the disrespect to him it partly deserved.
Jafar stepped closer and sat on the bed next to his patients, while staff had become like it was stuck to the floor.
Free hand reached behind his outer garment and pulled out a vial of glass, no bigger than women's fragrances. Uncorked a second and then reached out to her.
Her slender fingers slipped beneath the Rose back until it rested his hand on the shoulder blades, slightly forced her to sit down.
Still asleep, she was really physically exhausted, which knew from the way she was pale and had dark circles under his eyes.
Lightly it lifeless body pulled her to him and totally suited him, she had her head tilted back slightly, the easier it through her lips forced to pour half the antidote to the neck.
When wrinkled her nose in disgust, he said. Did not like it too well, tincture of bitter root was repulsive, it did not improve even the sweet juice of figs.
Rose eventually put back into bed and corked bottle.
However, he did not take him, put it on the nightstand with a short message in Arabic, which has to drink a second dose.
As he sat Jafar, he's a foreigner better undisturbed view.
Meanwhile, her willingness expressed positive thinking. As long as he believes that he can come back, he will be on his side and will obey him. Faith did a lot. Certainly, nothing will begrudge him only so, but even he had. She has not been used to any back talk, especially from the mouth of a woman as he remembered their joint morning, but he knew how to arrange things in their own image.
This time he could not resist and got a little carried away.
Permission to do so by giving superiority that we now have.
Again reached out his hand and touched her on the neck, fingertips touched the rear of blond hair the color of the midday sun. They were soft and smooth skin and hot.
Slowly thumb slid to the front a little hollow between the collarbones.
Jafar hand he savored the touch, because it was the only time he could not say anything.
After the vizier left palm of the girl's swan neck completely and slid a little lower. Forefinger slowly scrutinized almost touched depression between her breasts plump up where he substance of her night clothes allowed.
If only slightly agent showed him the inside party could slip under it and hide the whole round breast, but did not, even though the thought oddly tried.
All the time Rose touched, tried to find out, and asked myself what made him this cheeky girl draws. Was it lust? Desire? Curiosity? Maybe he wanted to have something that no one had, as well as owned Yago. She, too, there was a one of a kind.
He did not know what her charm, but decided to find out.
He let his hand resting on her chest, which is slowly rising and falling as she breathed calmly.
He could now do with it what he wanted. He could kill her, spread your legs apart and rape, hypnotize morning and would have nothing to remember. But he never was not subject to the low instincts, even though he was now in temptations.
He will still need, can not afford it somehow threaten or frighten. If it needs must be protected, which was in conflict with its tension throughout the body.
She was the key to success, which will allow him to take his stupid mistake.
Jafar dangerously narrowed his black eyes into small crevices and thought about him, then looked back on the stick, as if he could give him some advice.
Her dumb snake's face stared at him without expression and did not say a word, so his attention turned back to Rose on the bed.
Her face had smoothed as if it ceased to seem the most bizarre dreams. The antidote probably already occupied.
Jafar moved his hands down and make a little gratify your selfish ambition, fingers went to the girl's side, and as hand pulling together, caressed her breast.
Rose sweet breath.
Her reaction in his sleep at his touch pleased him, but that was all you could ask Vizier tonight.
Immediately he got up, grabbed his cane and walked away, leaving room shadows flickering candles.
Jafar POV
The streets of Agrabah were at night, when the moon showed his white face, half-empty.
All honest people were already in their humble homes and slept. Those brisker spending evenings in pubs or brothels, which has been in at least a dozen.
Jafar shrouded in a black cloak went to Agrabah under the cover of night like a phantom.
Everyone who met him, he got out of the way, because the darkness for more than a day hiding what would happen to someone if they wanted to rob him.
Such daredevils, armed robbers, bandits and thieves met dozens and never found one more.
Darkened streets and corners of sunny markets became deserted maze of sin and crime, which sailed through the magician almost blindly, until stopped by the tall house with a red sign Hajar Karim.
Not for nothing is this the best brothel in town called the Gem, which was a translation of the entire inscription.
Jafar occasionally visited this place if you want to enjoy a really good rest and good service. Especially today, when his thoughts constantly rubbing the idea of a naked girl's body, which had left the palace.
There will be plenty of such bodies, and yet he knew that none will be so fine and white with blond hair, but to satisfy his lust twice as well.
At the door, nearly collided with a drunken man who had just left the famous brothel, dozajisté with an empty pocket, because the owner kept good pay.
"Be careful where you step," Vizier him a withering glance warning someone not in the mood for jokes, so the man just walked around and did not hesitate to enter into the business.
She greeted him unmistakable cheerful music darbuka drum and rebab, in which the back of the small stage overflowing with belly dancers in diaphanous dress that revealed more than hid.
Here, he knew, they were slave women used to demanding clients who do know how to pay, and today he needed.
"Vizier! Glad to see you here again. Allah and all good to you! "He bowed his head, beefy man with a greedy gleam in his eye.
"Solomon, how's your business?" Jafar grinned and threw his cloak over him.
"We have paid taxes, noble sir, and stores just thrive," he smirked owner, pointing to the podium.
"Glad to hear it," the man exchanged mutual courtesy.
"Please sit down, sahib, just for you to choose the most beautiful girls. How many of them today will be? One, two? "He tried to undercut and escorted his guest to sit deployed for dancers, where there were tables with snacks and wine, there are customers waiting for their concubines, which they have fulfilled all wishes.
"Three experienced girls, Solomon, I had a difficult day," said the vizier, and once comfortably settled, and the man disappeared very young, almost still immature girl poured him a cup of red wine.
Jafar sipped lightly, ignoring the Bedouins rozvalující at other locations on your lap with girls who have reached the thighs without any signs of shame.
Sorcerer himself liked privacy, once it is possible to add so hilarious entertainment, but he preferred the comfort for which they paid an extra. Therefore he watched two dancers and their flexible bodies under a deluge of translucent headscarf, which gradually threw behind him on the ground.
Their painted oil tanned skin glistened with every movement, as well as breasts and nipples dark towering everyone to show off hypnotically swaying to the rhythm of drums.
Every guy in the room such a dance excited, their hungry eyes pierced women to the front and fought against vices is whether any of them dare to approach someone.
Indeed, one of them left the stage and went to the young man on the right side and arrogantly astride him a seat on his lap.
For a few seconds the music fell silent, and three musicians exchanged instruments. Now came the flute, lute and doholla together with a rhythmic tambourine, which he only dancing girl picked up.
Jafar relaxed and let his imagination wander, wanted to relax, be pampered and knew that it no not refuse.
It had only to nod your fingers together.
He himself was considered a passionate man who, when he wants to, he could subdue the woman, but wasting his abilities on whores? It was a waste of time.
His life has long been a woman, he would have wanted to get, actually he had everything he wanted, after what coveting, ie up to the only sultan's throne.
"The cabinet, which we did yesterday stole the merchant with spices, is worthless! Hell, Allah, why I had just worked up the key! "Began to lament swarthy man nearby.
"You're a fool, Raha, each lock must have a key and every woman's lap needs a strong guy," he sneered another.
"If you're so smart, so when we get to the hiding place, so try it open. If this is so much the old man hiding in the cennýho something. "
"Did you think I have not tried? It was neither sword or hammer. And that trunk is too light, it will not be anything, maybe IOUs nutty sheik. I'd threw it, just as you no good. "
"If it was not for nothing, he would not be the guy to kill her, or how do you explain that I just fell on the sword?"
Around came the volley of laughter.
Jafar conversation listened with half an ear. Such pariahs there had been many, not everyone had a tendency to work hard and pay taxes to the Arab kingdom. It was a despicable rabble over the world he has long since lost faith.
Special sitting there, listening to them and yet had been several accidents, hit would probably like them. Nobody would hit such, not as rich vizier.
Jafar bitterly frowned and continued listening.
"I do not throw that box, even if it was worthless, looks pretty, even if it were to become only the teapot. And at worst to me for her to pay the market nicely, decorating it could be gilded, "thought the thief.
I doubt the sesame leaves little longer remember, I'd neck consider that it is the color. See if her bodneš knife and peels off with, "roared with laughter of his friend, the one who was fondling the girl on his lap.
Once the wizard heard it interesting word to S, sharpened ears.
Could it be just a coincidence, but it was worth exploring.
Before the man could drink up his cup, Jafar stood before him until flinched.
The young man lifted him wine, laughing eyes.
"I hear that you are carrying some kind of box, young man," said the wizard quietly but undercut.
But the man just shook his head, you never knew whom to hit here, here and attended high ranking officials or the captain of the guard from the palace.
"I would be honored if you would see me tomorrow came, I'd like it since you bought it, I'm a collector, and the piece that you have with yourself is an interesting piece of old wood carving," he tried his eloquently offer you a deal, but the young man was either stupid or too drunk to understand.
Therefore, lightly slapped his stick on the ground and confidently said: "Tomorrow morning you come to the palace with the cabinet, which you stole it and give it to me as a gift for that you not report and you will not go to jail." Everyone around as if a few seconds oblivious and when Jafar stick struck the ground a second time, the other woke up from his dream state, as if nothing had happened.
That was not the case vizier built three girls and took him to a private room on the floor above ...
So, today was a bit of excitement, huh?
Poor Rose is ill and yet it Jafar deliberately poisoned to support a fiction about her illness. But at least not for a snake snack.
I got a little carried away, but it's also a wizard. Mainly he knows when to stop. Let's say that our heroine is drawn, but will not admit it.
It's another one of those two things that still does not.
Still seeking solace in a brothel. Do you think that's what I will not there? But go. Sex Arabia is renowned as India.
Continuation of brothels in the next episode. :-) Choo choo, here we come!
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