Chapter 17
Jafar Educational Lesson
So this is the best model? She asked the blonde in her own way, but she smiled, "except that the showcase does not mean she has a brain," Rose said.
"Most of us have been involved in modeling but they have something to stand for ..."
"Modeling, it sounds special, what is the word?"
"Eh," Rose swooped back, bitterly.
"These are the men and women who wear their clothes, and then they appear to those who want to buy them to know what the fabric looks like and the cut. They are people who are very fond of and proud of what they do."
Jasmine laughed, "It sounds really strange when I need a new dress, my dad will call a royal tailor, a silk merchant, and then he'll take me to you, and you're really weird."
"Sometimes yes, and I have not told you about the laws yet, even if you are a strange law, especially for women," she turned her eyes in the column, and with resentment she remembered nikab and burka ... not to mention the rights of women in society You have likened it to the dog at the master's feet.
"What's the point?" Jasmine asked incomprehendingly.
"Like those nasty black clothes that are worn in the street, burka and so on," Rose explained.
"Ugly?" The princess looked surprised.
"They're made of soft, soft cloth and blend together beautifully. What do you think is ugly to them? "
Rose could not believe her ears.
"They do not reveal anything from my beautiful body! Plus, everyone looks like Batman. "
The Princess giggled without knowing who it was.
"You would like to ... No," she laughed more, "would you like to show your beautiful body to meet every strange man and run out naked? You would not marry me, my dear. You would be worse off than the slave in the brothel, you will at least pay for it. "
Rose wondered how Jasmine could know that? Was not that far from such things? Maybe she was more conscious than she thought.
Rose Jasmine did not share amusement.
"But the Ramses who was here now was almost naked, do not you mind?" "
"But it was a man," Jasmine said as if it were clear.
Our heroine did not see the difference.
"The male body is completely different from the feminine. It does not have a mysterious spell in it. And I think it's precisely because men are so revealed. Our body is what makes us women, our only treasure. If you were out naked, you would be like a fool who gives his only treasure to the beggars until he finally gets out of it and becomes one of them. And beggars will still be poor. The body of a woman is to belong only to her and to her closest and mainly husband. Oh ... how I adore when my dad looks at me. In his eyes I feel so much admiration and pride ... "
"But it's customary for us to expose our bodies to show who is more beautiful," Rose said, for nothing better than she thought.
Jasmine laughed again amusedly.
"And how do men build you? Does not it affect them? "
"Well, to tell the truth before I got here, I've been looking for somebody, but it was misery. They always thought about themselves and they did not seem to like me ... "Rose confessed.
There was something about the princess's theory.
"There you go. And that's your body beautiful, seductive and attractive, "Jasmine said with a smile. "How come the girls who have not been endowed with such admirable beauty? Even you need to find a husband to have children. "
"You're probably worse about it ... no one will make it anymore," Rose admitted.
"I think Allah punishes your civilization for how you are against its laws," the princess said, and Rose was no longer in silence. She did not really want to quarrel with Jasmine, especially about religion.
ROSE POV
When Rose left, she expected Jafar or Sultan himself to appear and try to explain her local morals after she told Jasmin's suitor. But nobody appeared.
There was a surprising silence, just around the corner, but Rose did not pay attention because she was biting her leg. She looked at the place and there was a little sad red spot.
That was terrible, but on the other hand, Rose was thrilled to be able to get out of the way with Ramses so easily. Perhaps the idiot has already packed himself and the desert flees back to Egypt, because such behavior is not used by a woman ...
It was just an annoying, primitive primitive, the sort of thing he can only threaten the war, and when you pick up his toys, he breaks up and calls his mother.
But the evening was approaching, and Rose remembered her promise.
Well, fleas will have to be settled later. Maybe Jafar has something for them. Yes, her hopes were fixed on the Vizier, he could only return her to her world, and she could easily deal with the fleas.
On the way to the kitchen, however, he heard a faint call: "Rrrchrose!"
It sounded like her name, almost ...
"Rrrchrose!" Repeated it. "Come here, I pray!"
She recognized the voice. She turned and saw Yag's little head, peeking inconspicuously from behind the corner. So she came to the parrot and walked down to the next corridor. There was another weak rust in the distance.
"Rrrchros, you have to save me," Yago demanded.
"Before what?" Rose asked, but she already knew the answer.
"Before Jafar," Yago exclaimed, looking around to see if anyone could hear them.
"You escaped, did not you?" Rose asked, with a slight grin, that she could have fun at his expense.
"No, he let me alone, since he was in a good mood."
"I'm glad to hear," said the girl, and she would throw her in the cards until she was there.
"But if I can not get his loyalty and devotion to him tomorrow, he'll take me back to that nasty cage. I would not survive, all the feathers are all twisted. You have to think of something! Maybe you will do something for Jafar and you will say that we have done it together and that without my unique intelligence you would never have done it, what do you do? "
"Hey, you one bloated bird, if you want to humiliate me before Jafar, so you can forget about our friendship. This is not what my friends do, "the blond girl said, frowning.
"Sorry, I did not mean it, I'm just desperate. Please, do not you think anything? "
"Not now, but I'm going to the kitchen to make Jafar promised pancakes. Will I have you left a few nuts? "Rose asked.
"I'd love to, but I can not, I really can not. Jafar has his ears everywhere, and if he did, he would never let me down or leave me alone. You do not know what it is in him that he can be when he's raging, "whispered Yago.
Well, then, Rose thought. If Jafar can take Yaga away, what can he do?
Suddenly, the visitor seemed much more terrifying and more dangerous than before, and that was just an idea.
"It's all right now," Yago said.
"What did you not say he was in a good mood? And why does she really go out? "Rose asked suspiciously.
"All afternoon, he argued with a new princess suitor, that's why."
"I understand, I've seen the suitor already, it has no brains in place, no heart, no ... no, maybe somewhere in the anal region," Rose said.
"Watch out," Yago said hurriedly.
The blonde thanked the aro and went to the kitchen where she asked slaves about raw materials. She was worried about what Jafar would do to her, so she'd rather drop her almonds and add more sugar and cinnamon. Perhaps he will taste it ...
She wanted to have a really good mood. Then she will return her to her world, and all this crazy Agrabah will be able to get off her head.
She was also worried that there were enough of them, so they prepared for twelve for sure and made them really thick but honestly done.
Before she began to dim, she headed to the Jafar's office with the tall tower of pancakes that had been set up in a pyramid. As she drew out the familiar beaded curtain, she was ready for a show, but what she had seen surprised her.
Jafar, sometimes so energetic and self-confident, was sitting behind the table, his face full of fear and worry as he played with Allah chess on his soul and lost.
It was only when he had registered to enter and what he was carrying, that he stood up and pretended to be his standard elevated smile.
But it was clear to Rose that now he would not get a good mood nor a pancake hill that would be bathing in a honey bath, maybe if he had stuffed it in his throat ...
"Good evening, Jafar," Rose said with a smile, not forgetting him and winking.
"Good evening," Jafar said vaguely, and, unlike his smile, coldly.
"I have the promised pancakes," Rose said, placing the plate on his desk. "I hope her highs will taste."
"Thank you," the visitor replied stoically and sat back in his seat.
"If they are as good as those placards yesterday, I'll reward you so much."
It did not sound so frank, it sounded like a phrase repeated to the various patrollers twice a day, and it had become a cliché, then took a pancake and went into it. It seemed to him that he tasted it, so Rose did not want to disturb him at the meal. The questions and the spell to return home will certainly be time.
"By the way, tomorrow awaiting public flogging, so prepare," Jafar said smoothly between the bites.
"Whipping? Is not that cruel? "Rose asked, but she remembered that she had seen something like that on television before, and it was a pretty spectacle. She felt the hidden sadistic desires. Watching someone whipping him with a whip, and he faints, it was quite appealing to her.
"Actually ... it's not so bad. I want to see it. Well. And who will they whip? "
"You," said Jafar.
"You," said Jafar.
Rose froze a smile on her lips. It did not sound like a joke, though you never knew him. Even though Jafar had gone to the next bite as though nothing, he thought it deadly.
"Please forgive me, I did not know you did not like so much cinnamon," Rose tried to apologize for her culinary arts because she was convinced that the thing with Ramses had gone through it.
"You really are wondering how you can combine things of meaning and utter malignancy. What someone tastes and who he likes is the key to you, but whether the world is falling apart or thousands of strangers will die, you do not care. "
"What the hell are you talking about?" Rose said, already frightened.
"All afternoon, I had to apologize for your visit by the princess of Ramses II. Do you realize what you could do? "Jafar hardened her.
"What?" She answered Rose.
"He threatened us with war, he is a terrible primitive who first acts and then thinks, unfortunately his word is holy. And I think it's inside the weak, "Jafar added almost to himself.
"So I guessed it right," Rose said.
"Yes, but you can not tell the son of one of the most powerful sovereigns that he is unruly and unable to behave," he tried patiently to explain to her the visionary.
"But you said he was weak, so he would not dare attack us," Rose said.
"Not to say, but in Egypt, it is customary to regard a sovereign as a living God and his son a son of God, and he is considered to be the embodiment of perfection. His people would be willing to offset us with a minor insult, "Jafar said calmly.
"You wanted that?" He raised his eyebrows.
"For God's sake, no!" Rose apologized.
She was all confused, not only that she would be beaten tomorrow, but now Jafar had blamed her for genocide. It's like blaming the little girl for the end of the world.
Rose was slowly raging at Ramses, probably choleric. It is strange, however, that at home, such explosions and imbalances of her feelings did not occur. And it was not really why. At home she was rather quiet and now? How much did she change over the past few days and what would she do for a year or two?
"Being a diplomat is an incredibly difficult and important job, and it requires patience and well-chosen words, not a few insults to condemn the whole empire to extinction because of its sharp tongue," he said strictly.
"I do not have a sharp tongue!" She screamed at him, but she looked down at the Persian carpet.
Seriously eloquent Rose, now you're showing off. You have to calm down, do not be provoking the snake, she thought.
"Well, I'm sorry but he ... he's such a terrible idiot, I've never met a guy, I'd like to strangle him on his mask and bust his vultures. Can you imagine if Jasmine took him? Would you work for somebody like that? "She snorted, shaking her hands as if praying.
Jafar stopped biting, giving Rose a poisoned look, but nodded.
"Everyone is doing what we need. The course of the whole realm depends on me, and it's not just document writing. If there was no authority, the city would be full of thieves and murderers, "he exaggerated his importance and was right.
Rose blinked in surprise, not trusting her own ears. The Vizier was not one of those who would let himself talk or obey someone's orders, she was a full-fledged guy, she felt it whenever she was close to him. He was lucky that the sultan is so easily influenced but would it be Ramses? Or Jafar could wrap him around his finger to give him a free hand.
Rose approached her gazebo as a icebreaker, tapping her fingers on the plate, frowning.
"The princes are good on the edge, they are inflatables, and they do not know what their closest people are, and some even sleep with them, and such a spoiled madman will say only a few words and war is already. Why do men still have to fight? What do they prove? Have a new territory, get a new woman. Killing someone in the fight is not heroic. Have you ever thought that even though thousands of men are fighting for their own country, only children and sad wives are left behind? Besides, Jasmine does not take it anymore, I know history, "she cried with her hands," but I'll explain. "
She turned swiftly and wanted to give her a very diplomatic conversation with Ramses, but suddenly she felt something heavy on her shoulder and immobilized her.
As she turned her head, she had a golden head of cobra on her shoulder as an extension of Jafar's arm. Again, she turned to face him.
The bishop was standing on his feet and holding his damn stick in his hand, otherwise he would not have reached it to prevent disaster.
Rose had seen such a terrible expression for the last time when she threatened her in the hallway before she nodded that he would be his spy. He frowned almost like Professor Snape on his potion hour.
"You're not going anywhere, do you want to make women worse?" He snapped at her.
"My name is Rose," she snarled, probably because she was calling her as a fruit-babe on the market, making her even more distracted by her eyebrows.
Jafar withdrew his golden stick to himself, looking at her with ruby eyes, of which she had no good feeling, especially when she knew what she was capable of.
"It took me all the afternoon before I convinced Ramses that you were a sultan's guest and not some last-ditch slave from a kitchen that could not handle it. Here are some laws that you have to respect whether you want it or not, you will understand it tomorrow and I hope and remember. Not to be me, "he was concerned with every word spoken, and he was drilling her with the black pearls full of accusations," it would not have been left alone. "
"What do you mean?" She asked incredulously, ignoring the fact that he was trying to stop her.
Jafar cleverly left the question unanswered, believing that Rose would come and stretch back for the pancakes that gave him the necessary sugar to soothe.
The mistress reached for his plate and pulled him to his side of the table, "what do you think he would let me kill in a few words? Is this what's going on here? Whenever you tell the truth, will your head fall off? "She smirked ironically.
Jafar inhaled his nose and closed his eyes to calm down, for nothing he had learned from all previous visionaries than he had done from the world of coping with unpleasant situations with strange followers, and an uncontrollable girl would not be a problem.
He stretched out his hand and brought the saucer back with him.
"Behind your cheek? Yes. Arab women are subordinate to men, they can not talk unless they are permitted and confine themselves to important negotiations, they may not even be present in the drafting of treaties, agreements and the like, which is considered an insult, "a simple, simple answer.
Rose bit her lip, "so you want to say that I can talk about the happiness that you're just screaming for me tomorrow?"
Her irony was borne in the room, almost laughing.
"No, because I'll take you home with the spell as I promised."
Jafar looked at the plate because he did not know if his lie could be known.
"Really? So what are we waiting for? "Said Rose, for whom the situation was rapidly changing for the better.
"Not so fast," Jafar rose again, raising her again. She really hated the difference.
"Is there a hook?" The girl pursed her lips and put her hands on her hips.
"You ought to be responsible for your actions ..." he said as if he wanted to tease her, but it sounded deadly serious.
"You can not be serious? Answer? I do not know your habits, people are proud to say the truth. Besides, you brought me here, so you are responsible instead of me. "She turned it against him, walked around the table, faced the wizard with his forehead, and nudged his forefinger in the middle of her chest.
She really had the courage that Jafar could not deny her, she liked her fire fighter and her resolve, and she had no doubt that she would stand up with just the hell and the hell itself, but he was not in the mood today, he was tired, while he had to beg for her not to meet her His head and now he will blame him for his deeds as a spoiled child?
"DOST!" He exclaimed, interrupting her tedious monologue, until the bottles on both sides were slightly jerked. Rose crouched like a rabbit, her heart pounding that she would now be executed right on the spot. But Jafar completely forgot the pancakes and everything else and grasped it firmly by the hand.
"You have no right to accuse me of anything, good parenting teaches my children, and if they refuse and do not listen, they are punished," the Vizier said, and glanced at the floor.
"Are you bending me over your knee?" She blew in disbelief her blue eyes. Rose began to fall asleep and tried to pull Jafar's hand away, but he was like an eagle holding the mouse. He really terrified her.
"I could leave you here until tomorrow," he narrowed his eyes into small slits, "you deserve punishment," he threatened.
"But you said you would send me home ..." the girl's voice sounded more desperate, which was a good thing for the Vizier. He wanted to realize what she had done. He wanted her humility. He wanted to tame her.
"I say you are an irresponsible child and yes, I will. It will be better if I get rid of you right now, than to make even more damage, "growled the visor as if he was kidding a schoolboy and pushed her inexorably to the beaded hanger. He was really angry at her.
"I am not a child, and I am responsible," Rose said, but she let herself out to the door and the corridor.
She did not like her to see her, and she was even sorry for her. If Jafar was not so blind, he could come out together, but he did all of these things unnecessarily complicated. After all, she was happy and cooperation with him was, to some exceptions, fun as well as doing a double agent.
"You are lucky to be a tolerant man, and I can forgive myself, but my patience is not indefinable, others in my place would not be so merciful to you."
His bitter lamentation was all the more sorry for her, she would not go wrong, but it probably seemed like it did.
On the other hand, Rose's hopes rose again. Yes, in his world, he will no longer be afraid of his life, of what he will eat, of any illness or of whoever he does to survive.
When he's home ...
Hoho Jafar as a lawyer. I'm afraid that she has so much patience with her. But I think Rose explained it well, and he was right, maybe it's not such a ghost as it looks, it's just a hard man and he has his principles and he promotes justice and order, which is a good feature.
But just as he has a few good qualities, he has a lot of bad ones too. Who does not have one of us?
Rose, on the other hand, behaves a little like a child who is responsible for the other and expects someone to stand up for her and scrape her off. What if this is the final station and it's time to take responsibility for yourself. Do you scent her screaming?
Can she understand that her tongue is sometimes detrimental? How will it all go?
Would she let Jafar take a bath and watch her whip?
Now there's the upcoming charm that Rose has to bring back home. Do not miss out on it and do not worry, the story does not stop and it's still going to full speed!