Chapter 18
Super spell
Rose was already looking forward to seeing her go home.
Yet the great Jafar himself said, and she believed him as never before.
There will be no heavy heat, no Jafar, no thoughts of princes and princesses. But with regret she had to deliver, no pleats that entertained her, no more mysteries and adventures.
She was like Peter Pan in the countryside, and now she should return home and grow up from fairy tales. But she was grown up, that was the problem.
Rose slowly ceased to reflect Jafar's reproaches, as if they were like needles, and led him to his anteroom and then to the stone-floating secret wall.
Both of them stood at the stairs leading into the depths of darkness.
A flash of light flashed out of the Vezir's hole, and the torches on both sides lit up so they could safely come down.
Every step was more and more cool. Rose had goosebumps and she hugged her protective arms.
As if she was leaving her second secret life. Something inside her persuaded her to stay here and the second to come back.
But why all of a sudden? She did not know it before, but she was in a way
Satisfied.
In the end, the couple in the silent silence. Rose had an even more uncomfortable feeling behind her, when her eyes were crawling.
Without further explanation, Jafar walked around, stepped to his desk and began to prepare something in silence.
That was silent. Rose wanted to squeeze into it, but it would be disastrous in this situation. So she concentrated on her departure and hope.
So she went to shelves with various items and waited until the wizard was ready.
"Stand up there," he said suddenly after a few minutes, and the girl stepped into a circle whose lines seemed to be made of sand. Then he put the card in front of him and drew his mark in the floor a few characters around the circumference of the circle.
Rose stood in the spot as he said.
Mixed feelings of happiness and fear of failure.
The room cooled even more, and a dark purple and gray mist began to roll out of the clay container Jafar held in both hands. The effect was unbelievable. The smoke crawled into all the corners, and it stood at the ground so she could not see her feet.
Rose closed her eyes tightly as the haze reached up to her arms, the cold on her back.
She felt the spell wrap around her like an old mummy bandage, obtuse, stick to her skin until the mist swallowed her completely.
Jafar's voice began to utter some strange words, a little like Elfish, but what she knew was not exactly her tongue. Suddenly she flashed over her as if she should not rain. She nearly cried.
The witch's magic invocation was impressive and took breath. It almost seemed like a gate of hell was opening. Or the miniature universe was spinning around as the stars gleamed around the fog.
Then the haze suddenly melted into the lost, and the universe ceased to exist.
Rose blinked in surprise.
"Eh? Are you still? Is not that all yet? "She gasped disappointedly as Jafara saw her stand in the same place with an ever-present expression.
"What's the matter?" She asked a little irritably, throwing her hands, her hope slowly dying. That's probably not what it looked like.
"I do not know. The spell probably did not work, one card is probably not enough ... "
"Perhaps?"
Jafar tipped the lid on the container, turned his back to his desk, and smiled at himself all the way, but she could not see it.
Indeed, her expression of suffering and frustration had compensated him for all the pillows spent in the afternoon. Hehe.
"When I rule the Ruby lamp, when I gather all eight magic cards, then my power will be immeasurable, and not only that I will be able to rule over all the elements, no mortal I will be equal, and I will be able to open the tangled loops of time and return you back, It was as if it were the simplest thing in the world, and he heard him gasped and sniffed disappointedly behind his back.
Well, could not it be better? He grinned again.
"But ... but ... it will be a long time ... it can take years, and you do not even know where the cards are ..."
Rose was devastated. Everything that looked so good turned into dust in minutes, and the only guy who could help her could not help or at least not. Everything in her inside collapsed like a house of cards that Jafar had mixed with. If she only knew how true it is and pulls her nose.
The girl could see her eyes burning and filled with unspoken tears until they started on her face
To run down like pea balls. She felt terribly, helplessly and ruined like a kicked kitten that someone had tossed out of the car and now she did not know what to do.
"Yes, it is possible, so you should start trying, getting used to our laws, and not screaming like a weak person."
Vézir's hard words shook her, and as she wiped her faces she let go of her emotions. She did not want to show him his weakness, but she just could not stop it, so she was screaming like someone in the corner.
"You have no compassion, you are like a stone. You do not hear the lament, you do not see the suffering ... you're so ... unintelligible, "Rose shouted.
She hated him. She wanted to grab him into the ground or rip his ribs nicely one by one. But his authority, despite this desperate state, kept her back ...
She still needed it, and he knew it.
If he wants to survive here, he must play according to his rules, but that does not mean that he will not do his own.
RAFAR POV
Yes, Jafar was aware of his power. The whole spell was just a farce, but there was something wrong about it.
The first time he tried to break the time and the space could destroy the whole palace, and Agrabah could have been one big black hole, yet he was willing to do it with this threat. She was driven by the desire for cards, for power, and Rose was the result.
His self-confidence and ego grew into giant proportions that he had managed to do so, but he did not know if he could do it again.
Three months of preparation for the spell and rare commodities were searched by traders from far west and east. So, the complex magic was. Each component, each raw material, was interconnected, then prepared, leached, sliced, and separately subjected to a smaller spell.
It was a long process and his greatest success. With the call to Rose, he had the desire to repeat it.
In addition, his secret company was at hand, at least for the time being.
She had not counted on her departure.
He wanted to learn from her various things from her time, and he did not have the opportunity. But there were many other reasons. Above all, he wanted to find out why the magic had been called to him when the card was not there, but the one who wrote the magic spoke everything, and he thought how easy it would be.
But Rose's importance as a helper proved beyond all doubt.
Jafar did not doubt that he would still be useful, but he also had to be careful of her sharpness and sharp tongue, so he turned and yelled at the wooden stool on three legs.
"Sit down," he said, and Rose obeyed. What else was left to her.
Whether she was rather annoyed that she did not care what she would do.
Jafar then returned the clay pot with the lid in his place and took another one, returned to the girl, untied, and offered it to her.
"What is it?" She swallowed the salty streams and raised her face to him.
"You will see, drink, it will not spoil you, do not be afraid," he assured her coldly.
Rose, blinking blindly, lifted the container to her lips and drank.
Jafar watched her all the time, until he had come to his feet, and he reached for the bottle back. Rose turned away, refusing to return it, and she drank again.
"Arab wine is strong, so you do not overdo it," he told her.
"But it calms me, and when I get drunk, I will not feel anything tomorrow," she snarled.
The bishop wanted to calm her down but did not expect him to drink the stuff he had hidden here. Sparkling wine helped him to treat headaches as a remedy better than any all-purpose herb.
Rose kept the clay carafe behind her throat like a drunk and sighed, "I want home, I have family, friends, work, and all my life, try it again, please, I have to ... I do not want to be in this sandy hole full of scorpions "She added desperately, but she knew in advance that it would be useless.
"No, I will not repeat such a heavy spell with the same zero result, if it did not work out for the first time, then it will not do it now," the man said, sending the request with a vigorous wave of his hand.
The vampire felt desolate, needed some support, someone to lean over who would comfort her. Whatever, but in her mind a picture of a long, thin whip appeared in her mind that would make lifeless, unsightly scars on her back.
"But tomorrow the guards are screaming," she snapped again and swallowed. Wine released it but not enough.
"You'll only get what you deserve, at least you'll keep watch for your kiss and your temper," Jafar once again confirmed his dark side, obviously licking it up to the bottom, and he would look at it and eat the popcorn.
So Rose quickly wondered how to get out of it.
"Is there any way to avoid it?" She asked, shaving my head and dressing up for a boy ...
"No," was the angry answer.
She was looking around for the terrible room until it had blown her nose and remembered Yago.
"I have a store for you," she said suddenly.
Jafar looked at her skeptically as someone who wanted to deceive him. He still did not believe her. She was a woman, and they were pretty tricky.
"What business? You have nothing to bargain with, except that you offer me your body, "he measured her prey as a prey, but the truth was that he was really interested. The store had a place of honor in his life, and if you were a good cunning salesman like him, you could benefit from your skills.
Rose did not let go of her, despondered her, "I'll bring you another card."
There was a crack in the room, but otherwise it would have been possible to hear the pin drop.
But suddenly, Jafar laughed at her surprise, both of whom knew what it meant. Not only was it a desperate attempt, but they both knew for themselves where such valuables were and that such places were damn dangerous even for him.
"I'll bring you a card when you save me screaming tomorrow. I do not care how you do it, I'll give you what you want. "
Rose moved the bet to the next level and looked up at Jafar from her humble seat on the stool.
"Where would you know where to look for her?" The mage raised a mocking eyebrow, maybe in her mood she wanted to secretly get that secret but Rose did not let herself be fooled.
"Call it a sixth sense, or I have a power you do not know about, the spell has called me for some reason," she confused, and now she was not sure whether she was telling the truth or not.
He did not see any abilities at all, but he did not feel magic, but he could not exclude it.
The gaze looked at her for a long time as if trying to see her in the head, but finally he nodded.
"Okay, you have time for tomorrow's sunset, if you do not get it until then, you will not be flogging. But with the card, if you manage to bring it from you
Still want something, "it was always good to still insure.
Rose nodded and stood up. She had to hold herself with one hand of the table.
On leaving, Jafar set his upside down hand, but now Rose refused to give him the wine, but this time he did not give up.
"That would be enough," he said to her, pulling the elongated container out of her hand.
For that, the blond was not ready, and with the jerk of his hand he could not hold on to the balance and inadvertently pressed against him.
She was so close to the guy that she even felt the pancake cinnamon she had a moment ago.
Why the hell did it mean to kiss him right now? How would it taste it? After cinnamon and wine as a welding machine? And why did she remind her of Christmas? Did not all of these problems suffice today?
But if the treacherous was thought to be self-conscious, she resisted.
Rose flushed, and the alcohol spilled in her body as a liquid fire helped her. She bit her lower lip as she smiled.
But rather she put her palms between her, which she pressed wisely on her chest and pulled away with an important one, "do not expect anything from that."
It was her last words before she left before she dashed out the door and the stairs to the secret passage, leaving Jafara in the thought of whether there really was a mysterious science.
Because if there was magic, there could be a person with such ability, which would make the whole thing even more interesting.
Indeed, the mysterious girl with her hair, like gold, kept on surprise, and he was curious what would happen next.
As for Rose, even for him this evening has become a great mystery full of twists and turns. Now he was curious whether or not the card would bring ...
If he does not, he gets ten wounds, and if he does, he will be really irreplaceable for him ...
JAFAR POV
It was time to sleep, so Jafar turned off the candles and went straight to his bedroom. All night, he was troubled by the idea of whether Rose really had a power he had not yet known, or he had just invented childhood to delay his punishment. When she said it, she was confident, very confident, and that self-esteem attracted him, perhaps even more than her body, who had the opportunity to get to know her close.
Now he wanted to know her soul ... However, he had to think of a way to delay her whipping, and he had not thought for a long time.
He started to miss Yago.
He had spent so much time with him before, and even though he was annoying, he sometimes had really clever ideas, and when Jafar appropriated them, he looked smarter and everything went better. More and more he knew he really needed Yago. Eventually, he was attacked by a plan, so he finally fell asleep.
Earlier in the morning, however, before heading in for breakfast, he headed for Princess Jasmine.
When he disturbed her, she greeted him with a distasteful glance of distrust.
The bishop put on a gruff smile and began: "Princess, your father suggested he did not want me to tell you that, but I believe you would want to know. I have bad news about your golden-eyed guest. "
"Maybe not Rose?" Jasmine said.
"Your suitor Ramses II. She feels extremely distressed by her words, and despite all my persuasion and effort, she insists that we tear the girl publicly in front of the palace today, "he said with a mock regret.
"That's terrible! Should I marry someone like my husband? "The princess said. "I have to talk to my dad," she said, running to the door.
However, the bishop was quick to take her.
"Of course you can, but the sultan is now helpless. But I have better advice for you. "
"What?" The princess asked suspiciously.
"Why do not you talk to my suitor and give her an affection for the eye," suggested the Vizier.
"If you get in touch with him, perhaps you can make his heart softened."
"But I do not want to get along with him," the princess replied decisively.
"In that case, Rose will be badly beaten at noon today," said the Vizier, emphasizing the last word, "and you can think of what she will feel when she finds out that you could have done something to her but did not."
Jasmine suddenly froze her decision.
"Good. I'll do it for Rose, "she agreed, nodding.
As soon as Jasmine had left the Vizier, she was already her slave and reported that Ramses II, the Egyptian Prince, asked her for an audience breakfast.
Princess then met her suitor.
After the usual formalities, she had the opportunity to have a confidential conversation between the four eyes. She tried to convince him that Rose was not bad, just a little jerky, but he felt like he was now more miserable because he did not understand. Not only did he have no sense of humor, but he did not even know what it was. He took it all seriously, and he looked forward to the whip, making the princess a great joke. It was only when Jasmine declared she was wearily weary today, sad and lonely, and watching the flogging in this state would be unpleasant, and asked the prince if they could not have it for tomorrow that she would be better tomorrow and it would not be so badly tolerated .
"I do not want you to feel bad, you are as beautiful as a lotus flower," said Ramses II. Ódy.
And if I was ugly, you'd have to drown me in tears, but you're a fugitive! Thought the princess.
"But what about my subjects who are here with me? They were witnesses, and many of them certainly enjoy our rightful reward, "the Prince reflected his feelings on his companions.
"That time I could spend only today. You are handsome and noble, I will be well with you. Show your subjects that you are worthy to become God, and decide how it is, "said the princess, hoping that the primitive would understand correctly.
Ramses II. Fortunately, he understood how the princess wanted.
He talked with a visionary, who was seemingly a complete coincidence, standing in a smaller room, where they spoke that the whipping was postponed until tomorrow.
And Jafar was pleased to have reached his goal again.
SULTAN POV
Sultan, meanwhile, was sitting in an empty throne room, embarrassed. The slave brought him a cloth bag with the special bouquet-shaped biscuits he had said in the morning. The Sultan pulled one of them.
"She'll take Ramses," he said, breaking the first petal of the biscuit and eating it.
"She will not marry Ramses," he muttered and ate the second ticket.
"She'll take Ramses," he said hopefully, and ate the third ticket.
"She will not marry Ramses," he muttered disappointedly and ate the fourth ticket.
"She'll take the Rameses," he said hopefully, and ate the fifth ticket.
"She will not marry Ramesse," he muttered, breaking the last ticket. "Oh no!"
He tried another cookie, but unfortunately it was the same.
Yago was flying around and looking for something. When he saw the sultan, he flew to him and sat down on one of the golden tusks that served as the back of the throne.
"What troubles you, the Sultan of the Sultan?" He asked.
"I must have this young stranger begging today, otherwise Egypt would rise against us. And she said only a few sharper words. Oh, Yago, you do not even know how painful I am when I see a woman suffer. Jasmine does not know yet. I'm afraid that when she finds out, her heart breaks with grief.
My only child ... And it seems like the prince of Egypt does not like it. And that would be an advantageous marriage! The Egyptian dynasty is said to be immortal. Oh, Yago, today I'm so sad ... "
The Sultan handed Yago a new biscuit biscuit biscuit. He took her to his beak, and when the sultan did not look, he spat it for the throne.
"That's good, can I still? Best of all the bag ... "said the ara.
"I'm afraid it was the last one," said Sultan Azzam, and was about to call the slave to take the bag.
"I'll take it," said the ara. He grasped the bag in his claws and fled him away.
"Thank you, Yago," the sultan said behind him.
"Jafar should take an example of you."
The last sultan's words touched Yaga after his feathered soul.
Red Ara hid the bag in a pillow with a pillow near Jafar's bedroom. He ran for them, enjoying comfort, and waited for Jafar to prove to him how important and indispensable he was to him ...
It was fofr and there is another chapter.
Poor Rose is not going to get home at all, the girl has a hard time and probably will have to get used to the local situation in Arabia. Everywhere, fly, and do not forget that the camels are spitting on you.
Let's say that Jafar himself knits his whip and he will not be easy with her too :-)
Are you curious what our heroic hero will bring out?
And what about Yago and his newly acquired sack? How can Jafar's irredeemability be?