Chapter 11
So this is called the plan
When Rose stumbled into her room, she said a few expletives and flopped down on the bed like a horse in the last campaign.
She could not believe her so Jafar left. Not that relied on him so, but this will get rid of her?
He has no compassion for the sick?
He could at least escort. But decency though it hardly looked that? What if he fainted in the hallway?
No, he and his stupid chest. Even in the condition he was in seeing his hungry gaze.
What it might have been?
But to hell with him. And to make matters even worse, the door opened and slipped inside Jasmine.
"Rose, are you better?"
Heavily girl opened her eyes and looked at the princess, who stood up to her bed.
"Better than yesterday, but otherwise not much. And on top of me again Jafar fired when I was with him for something that would help me, "she complained.
It was not quite true, but when he goes for Jasmine complain about it at least gets it, she thought gleefully.
Jasmine today but he did not look at ease. Rather like in someone else's skin and even outside of reality, therefore, is likely to come testify.
"Rose, my father ordered me to get married," grew sad and sat on the edge of her bed.
Rose would prefer rolled her eyes, yet this was not her wait.
"Marry? And how old are you anyway? "
Jasmine stared at his fingers. "Seventeen, but men marry the girls here ever since their twelve."
Rose coughed.
"Twelve? Please, I did not know what she still got it. "As soon as he blurted out, ashamed when Jasmine at her blankly. You had better realize that what happens between husband and wife, the Princess apparently does not know anything.
"Uh, what's wrong?" She immediately blonde to his lack of tact hid behind a question.
"I am a princess, my father was so kind and let me enough time to get someone picked herself, but ... I did not find anyone, it's hard when you can not get anywhere out there and I can see only visitors who come here, and which I know a man better, he leaves again. "
Jasmine looked seriously at the ends, but Rose was in no mood to comfort her somehow, but it was expected it from her.
"So someone marry, he will still lead the kingdom and will not have as much time as your father," she tried to encourage her bad mood.
Princess blinked about it this never occurred. But then he frowned anyway.
"This is one, I do not want anybody, I like that, I do not want someone to hold me orders."
Tell me about it, thought Rose wryly.
"And the worst of it," said Jasmine and her hands, "that if I do my eighteenth birthday I find no one chooses it to me daddy myself, whether I want it or not. That's the law. "
"So what would you therefore get someone quickly, before it's too late, when actually your birthday, Jasmine?"
"In four months, and in the meantime I choose someone from those who will soon arrive."
"So we choose someone who will suit you, huh?" She suggested blonde with a hand on his forehead.
Jasmine smiled at her and nodded.
"Okay, now I'd like to take a little nap."
ROSE POV
Our stranger slept the whole day, and when he woke up in the evening, she was already much better. So Jafar had been right after all.
This brought her back to the morning, when it was so rudely ejected, he said maybe he can come back? He vaguely remembered it.
Once he got up, he spun her head like on the carousel, but fortunately it quickly subsided. But what there was, was growling stomach. What would give for a crispy baked bagel!
Bagel with butter and cocoa!
And maybe a walk would do her good.
She stretched and did not bother to even ring the bell at Bark. I prefer to wear something slipped, she slipped out into the hallway and went into the kitchen. So, she had to ask the guards, because there had never been.
The room it was really huge for a whole regiment of hungry eaters. The kitchen had to serve for barracks, she realized uneasily passed ornate passage in the shape of a minaret.
Chefs power was not there, because it was after dinner. And most slaves had just washed the dishes.
Rose saw a huge clay oven in which she would have walked twice. Warehouses with meat and fruit were probably elsewhere.
KTF closest assistant, who explained what he wanted.
Unfortunately, the poor guy did not know what Cocoa, let alone roll. The only thing she was able to offer was a variation of fruits and sort of round cakes made on the fire.
Rose sighed, but she had a craving for some modern food that they sometimes used to do that and wept. So she decided to cook for herself, which was a slave really nervous.
Fortunately, something as primitive as pancakes handled without problem in olive oil, but what was worse for them. Jam, it's also about not heard, and honey there was probably rare, because the bees were in the desert too.
"You Nutella? Eh, chocolate. "The slave shook his head.
"And what jam? What's sweet is spread with a knife. "Another twisting.
"Well, what honey?"
The slave nodded hesitantly and ordered a glass of dark honey, which napatlala few browns and finally rolled up and licked her fingers. She was hungry as a bear.
Eventually he even packed a few crushed almonds.
She took a fancy to the plate and was about to leave when she heard something very familiar.
Nagging.
First heard flapping wings, and then the famous "Give me, give me, I kind parrot, hungry parrot!" Pestered Yago back at the window to the cook, who was a little embarrassed because refuse Jafar's parrot, he would have probably not pay off, but the other side had orders not to waste precious food for animals.
Rose it came to laughter.
Yago was really incorrigible.
"I'm very hungry parrot, do not find him. Bone and skin. Give nuts to me, "the man rolled his eyes and clever paw raked down his sleeve, because the poor guy just graced the cake cashews.
"Yago" waved at him and immediately tensed red macaw, bounced off the window frame and crossed the entire kitchen.
Rose did not expect that she sits on her shoulder, but she did.
"You're that worried hunger? You weigh more than I do, "she sighed and felt that weight on my shoulder, as if she wore a bag of rocks.
"Therefore, rather it into stocks, you never know what can happen," pleaded Yago, 'what do you have? "
"Pancakes, that I ate at that time, you want a piece?"
"Hala Pala Cink? Um, give me! "
Rose grinned and went out of the kitchen with Jafar's parrot on his shoulder.
"Ask, Yago," she teased and insulted ara rolled his eyes as if he were crazy. This was after all beneath him.
Finally, after all it just plain curiosity and rubbed her head against his feathered cheek. "Please."
Rose tore a piece that delights and offered it to the hungry beaks.
"Good, but the nuts are better inside."
Rose laughed again: "Okay, I will not give."
"Cheapskate," he complained, but she took pity on him and gave him one more time.
But when he turned the corner against the guard he went with Jafar headed.
Yago choked and quickly swallowed the pancake and made as nothing.
Once the vizier but tensed, walked toward them while barking orders at one and the other man at his side, eventually from him guards broke up and left.
Jafar and his stick stopped in front of Rose and looked at it from his height, then raised an eyebrow at her parrot as if he had something to suggest.
Yago realized soared and sat on the arm of her rightful owner.
"I see that you feel better," said the Vizier, conversationally someone who asks only out of politeness.
Rose pouted. "I'm better now thank you, but the medicine tasted foul, I had something to ensure" she wrinkled her nose.
"No doubt," significantly clucked his tongue on the floor like a very bored person and then raised his hand and caught Yaga two fingers behind the beak.
"Next time, beware of what I was forced to see Yago requires discipline, because his will is weak, is not it?" He let his parrot beak and began to make excuses.
"Oh, Jafar, I just tasted it, she shoved me in, forcing me! I would have never otherwise did not! "
Rose threw an accusing look that could kill.
Great, give someone the finger and plucks your hand, huh?
Jafar sighed, as if from the chatter headache.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an important job than you have to talk about anything," her withering gaze at it that he fed the parrot, and before he could take a step, grabbed him by the sleeve.
"So wait, you owe me an explanation." She held his robe and praying that his fingers were still grubby from honey.
Vizier's dark eyes not too pleased slid to his sleeve, who had a slight jerk snatched.
"Um ..." a deep breath, "Well, come to my office."
So they went down the hall to his room, but he did not do that this time, herbs and scented tea room in which it was, but in the basement, she saw first, when she moved to Agrabah.
This dark and cold as a morgue was worse than a lie surrounded by those drugs. Everything seemed creepy.
To complement spooky decorations that lacked only a dusty skeleton, but that does not mean that some remains are not in one of the chests.
Why does he want to talk here?
Should it not be intimidated?
JAFAR POV
Jafar middle of the room began to build a kind of alchemical structure made bowls and flasks, probably glassmaker specially produced and imported. Rose has not studied the tall, dark room where they first appeared in Agrabah.
She still aroused strong memories.
Then he focused on Jafar. What about this situation? Maybe he's going to spell to her return home. But she still has the card, do you? Morning said that her homecoming is on track.
How long he was unconscious and what happened in the meantime?
Yago their "interview without words" watching from a golden perch.
"What is this place?" Interrupted the silence finally Rose.
Jafar placed in stand design crystal ball below the cup, and even under it a few candles. Then he turned and said, "It's a secret place where I do the things that everyone needs to know. If your life dear to anyone about it do not mention. "
Rose nodded sympathetically.
"Magic?" She asked.
"You could say that," Jafar said, pouring a bowl of premixed solution resembling tea and lit candles.
"You'll see who will escort you to the cave of miracles."
"That was the speaking cave that?" She asked Rose.
"So the journey on horseback was real? I just seemed to me? And what about illness? Those dreams? "
"The illness was just a cover, so no one noticed that you left the palace," he explained Jafar.
"Oh," said Rose.
"So in fact I have not been sick?"
"You just got hit in the head," was the vizier answer. Further details would not tell her until he is satisfied that it can be trusted. He had doubts about it; feed his parrot ... he was afraid of what she might still be able to.
"Now everyone will think I'm a slut," she complained Rose. "Why did you say that is transmitted by sexual intercourse? Such stupidity! What about some insects? "
"It's a perfect excuse," said Jafar expertly. "If I said that is transmitted by touch, everyone would have loathed you and even a month would they avoid. They might be left somewhere close. That's how you continue all the privileges, but you no one except me will want to sleep. "
Rose gave him a shocked look.
"I did not mean," hastily explained Jafar, gesturing at the hands significantly.
"I meant that I was the only one who knows you're not sick, and no one knows ..." He waved his hand. "It does not matter."
Rose took a bite, put down pancakes on the edge of the table and came to Jafar closer. It seemed to her that it was revealingly, so he wanted to cross-examine. She thought that if she were taller and wore high heels, right over him had the upper hand.
"How did you mean that? Say it."
Jafar this confrontation was not exactly pleasant.
"I just misspoke, nothing more," dodged the issue. "It can happen to anyone. Indeed, sexually transmitted diseases, there is nothing wrong. Everyone occasionally mingle with someone, and it's nice. "
Rose remembered her dream when she touched the mysterious male hands. However reluctantly, in that Jafar he had to agree.
"You probably do not go to brothels that," he said vizier.
Rose looked shocked and outraged at the same time.
"What did you think of me? I'm not like you, and I'm no lightweight bimbo. "
"Why are women so difficult? Why must so different? Why must so excitingly different, Allah? "Cried Jafar and looked at liquid to vapor began to rise and lick the crystal ball.
"Every person is different," she told him Rose "Someone likes girls, and some muffins again."
"And someone nuts!" Excitedly joined Yago.
"Someone is sensitive and responsive," said Rose, staring at Jafar, who was staring into a crystal ball as an illusionist.
"And someone was not listening," said a little accusingly parrot owner.
Jafar the girl's chatter more notice you keep staring quietly into a ball, he licked increasingly dense steam.
Suddenly he saw little flashes.
"It works! Every moment appears, "he said, do not feel either that Yago sat on his shoulder.
Rose also came closer and looked at what the trick for her show. That would be similar to a TV? Some of the men in her world of television could not look away. She feared that if the crystal ball at a football match, today they probably already blazed over.
As steam around a crystal ball thickened, she appeared in her increasingly coherent pieces of an image of a young man with a bare-chested, fez and flowing white pants with patches.
"That I know," cried Rose.
"Me too," said Jafar disappointed. "That he has a pure heart? It's a thief with a silly monkey. Every time he gives grace sultan, stealing fruit market. A sultan over him every time relents and does not allow me even to cut off his hand. "
"Not a finger! 'Said Yago.
"Or your head ..." he added with a smile dreamily vizier.
"I believed him, seems naively, I can handle it," said Rose.
Jafar laughed her determination.
Yago quietly took off and disappeared into the dark of the room, near the table. Jafar paid attention because it happened routinely.
"You can release him, O Grand Vizier?" Asked Rose.
"Although I would have, but if the word spread, it could stir up a wave of crime in the city and to me it would destroy the reputation," said Jafar dramatically.
"It's bad enough that he often lets the sultan. Now is not safe after dark. "
"It addresses the camera with us, 'said Rose.
"What is it?" He asked incredulously sorcerer and his eyes narrowed.
"Probably something like this sphere. They are able to remotely indicate someone who is doing something. And it also recorded and later show again, "said Rose as simple as possible. "And they are quite cheap and available, somewhere they are practically on every corner."
Jafar was horrified at the thought that he would be in his plans could see everybody.
"But there is no such thing," the girl shrugged.
"Fortunately not," growled Jafar. "And such silliness had not talk to me. We must let the thief flee secretly. And certainly you guess, how would happen if you saw anyone yet. "
"Good. I'm on it. How do we do it? "He asked Rose enthusiastically and exercise the brain. Intrigue always really enjoyed it, just a bit worried that he might cheat, so he said he will be cautious.
"Wait, I'll try to devise an ingenious plan," said Jafar and blew out the candles beneath the bubbling liquid. Then he thought, stroked his manicured beard.
"I'll hit the guard on the head with something, take their keys and liberate him," said Rose eagerly.
Jafar responded and proposed a different plan: "I will go to him for a visit, I'm his cousin, replace your clothes and stay there, then closed his stead. Wait, I do not like ... "she wondered.
Jafar gleefully laughed at her attempts.
"That's what happens when a woman begins to planning. Go relax in your room. I think about it and then I'll follow you. "
"Well, I'm looking forward," he trilled Rose and gone leaving it on all the work.
Jafar looked at the ball and thought again.
His gaze wandered for a while after dark room until it fell to the parrot that was just on the edge of the table and silently hunt beak of almond pancakes.
Jafar came to him quickly.
"Give it here!" He said plate with pancakes snatched.
Yago displeased croaked, but fortunately managed to almost all almonds skillfully choose.
Vizier pulled a plate for him and cautiously it looked something. It smelled good, he had to admit, but nothing that resembled him. It was no curry pancake, you used to be hard and salty, but this felt cinnamon and honey.
Looking master meat examined from all sides, ignoring the small holes from Yago cheeky beak, it looked inviting.
Maybe it was time for a little snack. Never impede new knowledge.
"I cooked her?" He asked offended parrot, which marched to the edge of the desk and watched him like a vulture.
"Yeah," he croaked.
"Um ..." he muttered vizier expecting anything from it, but when I tasted it and plumed birds ...
He just could not resist a bit of a bite. On the tongue he tickled sweet taste that made him bite yet.
"Nothing much, huh? Mainly neudus, Jafar, "lamented Yago, who misinterpreted the wizard's astonishment. "Yeah, cook it probably will not, but at least we are good at something, what do we perform with the thief? If he'd just break their fingers down the prison, and with that his smelly monkey, certainly has fleas, "mused parrot disgust over the prospect that he would have the cavorting parasite burrowed into feathers.
How repugnant idea bristled.
Jafar his garrulous companion perceived only half an ear, right now, savoring that strange something on your plate that quickly waned.
"Are you listening to me?" He turned to face him, macaws and demanded his attention.
"YES!" He bellowed when he lost patience and then swallowed the last bite.
Fortunately the caloric sugar foods quickly began performing and Jafar calmed down, put the saucer on the table and folded his fingers into the canopy in deep contemplation.
"So what's our plan, or should I invent everything yourself?"
"That will not be necessary, Yago, no longer appears in my head solution ..."
Another part is in the world, very sorry for the late addition, but we are approaching Christmas and the store is always something to do, but wait until then to January, it will be a piece of cake :-)
Rose had he recovered and Jafar cleverly booked her illness, but what he was thinking? Remember that this is a guy and a bad guy except our minds mostly other end. :-) At least that's what we see women.
But the pancakes will still have a sequel in story and his role. Jafar taste and it seems that he is fond of, which arouses the interest of the vizier. And otherwise it's a new plan in operation, our trio he knows who has a pure heart. Aladdin now even get out of jail :-)