Chapter 19

Watchdog

"Do you watch for a moment?" Jafar addressed the captain of the guard in the corridor.

"Yes. What do you need? "Said the Vizier.

"You did not have time to torture Aladdin yesterday. Could we connect it with today's whipping? "The captain asked enthusiastically.

"Laughter is postponed for tomorrow, I just talked to Prince Ramses. Tell others and stop preparations, no more people will know about it than is absolutely necessary, "the bishop ordered.

"Command," said the captain. "And what about Aladdin?"

"I'm in no mood today," Jafar said. "I have a very important job, and I do not want to listen to those mad excursions. Take charge of it and organize torture without me. Try to survive in health, but do something else to do with it. "

"Thank you, Vizier, and one more thing: we'll need another dose of that potion against fleas. It's starting to happen, "said the captain.

"I'll bring you another dose in the evening," the Vizier promised.

"Thank you. That's all, "the captain said with a bow, and went to tell the other guards that the whipping was postponed, and instead they would have the opportunity to help Aladdin.

Jafar took several ingredients in the study and headed into his secret underground chamber. Yago joined him on the way, carrying a bag in his talons. Jafar had to think too many things, so he did not ask anything.

He was about to paint a color that could stain the cut stems of horse mane to look like Rose Hair. In addition, the spell that was to take the girl away has consumed a large part of its alchemical supplies, and it has been necessary to slowly recover and accumulate more complex substances from the basic raw materials. And he could not forget the potion for the guards.

It was a lot of necessary work, uninteresting but necessary work, so he was not in the mood for chatting and he was quite happy that Yago was surprisingly silent.

While Jafar concentrated on his job and tried to blend the right shade of golden varnish in the soft light of the candles, Yago moved around the cellar in various ways to see that Jafar was not looking at him. At one point he then visited his hidden nest at the ceiling and put the card in the bag. Several times he circled the room and then sat down on his revered pencil. It was only when he had settled that he realized that he had been quite excited.

When Jafar stirred all he needed, he carefully cleaned himself and went to the exit.

"Jafar!" The familiar voice interrupted him.

The bishop turned.

"What is it, Yago?" He asked in a very friendly, deep tone. "You were somewhat silent today, you are not much like it. Have you thought about how you can trust me? "

"I have the evidence, I just waited for a suitable opportunity, since I did not want to rush you from the procrastination," he said proudly.

But Jafar sounded more like an excuse than a proof of devotion.

"Now," he said.

"In this bag, I have a magic carter that you would never have won without me!" He turned the ara and put the bag on Jafar. He picked up a big card, inspected it thoroughly, and to his astonishment he said it was true. Among the sesame stems, the inscription: frost.

"Really! How did you get it? "Jafar asked incredulously.

"Last night I caught a treacherous spade of how to steal nuts in the kitchen," Yago began to tell. "I chased her to teach her to take strange things, and I got to her nest where she had a lot of things, spoons, a broken mirror, glasses, and so on. And she had this card she had definitely stolen from among her. I did not want to give it to me, but I was proud to say that I would win it for my lord Jafar, and I bravely fought for her! "He proudly inflated himself with his feathers and his neck. "So I proved to be faithful and irreplaceable. Is that right? "

Jafar's story did not sound too credible.

The cards used to be in well secured places, and it would be unlikely that some of them would be able to take them to the nest. But there was no other explanation, and he was very pleased with another card. Again, he was another step closer to Ruby's lamp and absolute power.

"You helped me. You really helped me and you deserve freedom for it, "said Jafar, and went to save the newly-acquired card to a safe place.

"What about something to eat? Would not I deserve some more nuts? My crooks whack in my stomach, "the parrot reminded, and it was clear to Jafar that everything between him and Yago was all that old.

ROSE POV

Rose rose that day almost at noon, slightly disoriented, and in a moody mood, that she would have liked to throw the whole palace at Ramses.

But now it seemed to him that he had fallen on her, rather than the snob's future patriarch.

As she climbed out of her bed, her head was slightly turning. That wine should not drink so much. Unfortunately, the grief of returning home was tough.

Besides, that wine was not so much, she just drank it pretty quickly before Jafar could get it out of hand, and he did it well. What would it look like if he drank the whole clay carafe?

Again she slept on the bed and leaned so that her legs hung down over the bed.

Rose closed her eyes and wondered what agreement she had made of despair.

Actually, Jafar promised her only card, her only trump card, the ace aces, the only one to keep him in check.

If he gives it to him, he will have no other advantage, and she will have to give it to him, or else he will have it. How big and painful could the whips be? She had always seen it on television in some historic film for the last time, watching the Outlander series, and Jimmy Fraser was whipping it, and it seemed like a man would barely survive.

What about her weak female body?

A new stabbing pain in her head made her a carousel.

That cursed Arabian wine was strong, she was wondering how she'd gotten into her room and ... who the hell did she change?

It had to be Bark, her faithful servant, when he saw him, he had to thank him for taking care of her.

But now she was trying to figure out a refined plan to lose the card.

She could have given Jafar a counterfeit, but she would know it immediately, and she did not know where to take him. Jafar was not stupid, he would try it right away, even though in the case of the Death Cup it was a very risky act.

"Hmm ..." the blonde grunted.

Fortunately, she had a few more hours to think of something stupid ...

ROSE POV

Five hours later Rose still knew nothing.

Several times she tried to leave her room, but found she was suspiciously watched by a soldier. Not as well, he measured two heads more than she and went to where she was, like a trailing dog.

Rose could not understand why he did it? She did not have the freedom of freedom or did she want to make sure she did not leave the palace until she was punished?

The girl went behind the gold-decorated horn and waited for the young man.

Once, she had to come in very discreetly, she went behind her and turned, waiting directly at him with her hands on her hips.

"Why are you following me?" She was sharpening like a harp, but he did not laugh. He had the same uniform as the other, the black vest, the turban in the same color, and the beige pants forming the letter A.

He was relatively young, perhaps thirty, muscular, and his broad chest made him a good follower at a discotheque.

"I watch you, it's Jafar's order. You can leave the palace and walk around it only in my escort, "he told her, his sharp eyes gleaming like a soldier who felt problems but did not want to retreat and violate the order.

"Your name?" Rose asked, looking at him from head to toe, eventually swinging like a giant giant machete on his sword.

"Bahadur, ma'am," he replied respectfully, and the girl was surprised when the captain had allowed her to be so brash, why did he behave differently?

"Okay, Bahadur, I'm thirsty, bring me water," she said confidently.

The guard, however, shook his head. "Do not try to do this, I'm neither a slave nor a servant. I will not carry you any water or food. I'm your guard, "Bahadur said, staring at her from a height like a scientist on a nice butterfly.

She obviously does not move with him, she has her head, she admitted.

"Okay, so watch me calm, but I'm not going to run away. So you're wasting my time with me. "

But the way the guy was always behind her was really unpleasant and annoying. She just walked through several corridors and returned to her room.

It was really annoyed by her that Jafar did not believe her.

"The snake!" Rose murmured, observing the sun gently sliding down, and she was very nervous, and if she did not want to be a bloody stain and a piece of meat on a skewer, she must have Jafar and give him a card, so she sounded agreement.

She carefully removed her only treasure from her bedside drawer and went to the door.

Behind them he leaned against the opposite wall of Bahadur and hypnotized her.

"Behold, soldier, I go to see," she said, her voice slightly shivering as if she were approaching the execution.

The man nodded, letting her pass, while he stood behind her back.

It was incredibly humiliating, but it was like a swan.

Several passes continued to meet an unexpected pair.

So the chief couple and the five servants who wooed the princess and the princess fans of ostrich feathers.

When they passed, Rose gave Ramses a hateful glance, and though a triumphant smile on the face of her destiny, she flinched slightly in front of her as if she had just slapped her face.

It was enough to stamp it, and it would surely run like a scrambled mouse.

Rose snorted off, and there was nothing left to do but go on to Jafar's study.

They both went inside and Baharud even gallantly uncovered the beaded curtain.

The Vizier had just written something before he looked up to the others.

"Yes?"

"I am here, as we have agreed," Rose reminded him, as if he could forgotten something like that, and he was surely tense, not waiting for the card.

The Vizier first put down the pen and then stared at the girl in anticipation, but before she could say something, she looked away at the guard beside her, as if trying to point out that there was someone else.

The Vizier straightened up to its full height and even exceeded Bahadur's turban. Then he broke up and Rose surprised her.

"Excuse me for a moment," he replied uncompromisingly, "I need the guards to talk alone."

Eh?

A dark blondie laughed around the blond girl, sweeping her boots. The sorceress left in the curtain with his man in the corridor.

Jafar carefully closed the door of his study and turned to Bahadur with a serious face that frightened so many people.

"Did you do your job?" He asked.

"Yes, Vizier, I watched her all day, did not move from her."

"What did you see?" Jafar knew, and his curiosity grew every second.

"Nothing," the hell shrugged his shoulders.

"What? Nothing? Did not she get out of the room? She did not meet anyone, did not she try to escape? "The wizard asked impatiently, narrowing his snake's eyes, which made no sense.

So how could she get the card?

"I'm sorry if the woman can not fly. I have never dreamed of anyone and have not talked to anyone, sir. "

Jafar stroked his adjusted beard in contemplation. There was nothing to do with the card of flying, except that the card did not really go and came to report his surrender, which would have made him disappointed. And he hated disappointment.

Yesterday, he'd seen him with the cards, and he'd been preparing for a morning with a hairpiece, and the thought of doing it unnecessarily, and losing time with it, while he could create some elixirs that stood on his long list, irritating and tormenting him.

But there was no other explanation of how she could get her while staying in peace. Only ...

That will come to her dearly, it will not drag him.

"Well, here's what I promised," he handed a small reward to his man in a leather purse. "Wait here, take her back to your room and watch her until she's whipped," he ordered, and went back to Office.

YAGO POV

"Rooose, it's enough to show you, it's been getting boring here," she called the feathered sphere on the perch, which, if it did not seem like it, was dull, and as she lifted up her beak, it meant something Proud.

Suspect proud.

Rose turned and checked the curtain and door. No one now, so she approached Yag.

"I see you feel good, you gave him his card, you one little blackmailer?" She asked.

"What else should I do? Nothing less would Jafffar be dissatisfied. "

"He's got high demands ..." she whispered halfway, but the parrot heard it and rolled her eyes.

"Higher than you can imagine. Who do you think is going to be the next sultan? "Yagged Yago, dropping his beak to the asshole.

Rose was fascinated.

"What do you mean, Sultan, it's just a gaze, even if it's a good stain, and I doubt that Jasmine will take it ..." she laughed bleakly, and she knew why the picture of the two of them did not come together. Thoughts felt poisoned.

"Her? Neee. Finds a different way. Why else do you think that's all he's doing? "He waved the wings of the ara as if it were all clear.

"She's doing what?" She still did not understand where she was heading.

"Jafar has gone a long way to get to this place, and it has never been pink for us. He always had a chord over the others and his Agrabah needs it. He set up business, expanded the foreign trade, and filled the royal treasury with other gold mines. He always had an overview and once ... "

Rose laughed again. "So, in other words, do you mean that the slaves share the skin, the soldiers chasing the courtyard because they are faithful to him, and he cares about their discipline, and the beggars are taxed? That's serious, "she interrupted ironically.

Seriously seeing Jafar as a superhero was something that would haunt her in dreams.

"The woman will not understand this. You did not see how it was dumb. The city was invaded by the Turks, and the sultan would slowly surrender them to the whole kingdom. Azzam is so soft, fat, and he can not make decisions, "Yago stiffened.

Rose listened to him with a great deal of reserve, and she was only shortly before she could judge. Still, he was probably right in something and exaggerated.

But what did Jafar really plan to do?

Wanted to get to Sultan's place? And how would he possibly want to achieve this?

Before she could figure it out, Yago lifted his head and looked at someone behind her.

Rose jerked back and Jafar walked past her and stood before her office.

The guard probably left. She breathed as she did not see him.

"Well, I listen to your heart," the Vizier nodded, seemingly respectful, but he felt tense as his skin tightened around the corners of his lips.

"You know well why I'm here, the whip ..." she shivered with resentment.

"I see you have empty hands, but if you think I'm just forgiving you, do not count on it. I'm not someone to bargain with, "he said resolutely and somewhat disappointed, seeing he never looked at the card as he watched.

"I have no intention of bargaining with you," Rose said, frowning, her fingers slipping slightly at her side beneath her red skirt.

Yago preferred to cover his eyes with a wing if he accidentally decides to undress and persuade his master in a different female way.

Rose scuffed two fingers under the cloth and pulled out a thin object.

Suddenly Jafar blinked and lived.

It was a great pleasure for him to realize that nothing was all about him.

The blond girl handed him the card and he checked it. He turned it to one side and the other, tried to bend it slightly, and even crossed to the window to let the rays of the sun fall on it.

She was right.

Sesame leaves on the sides gleamed gold and between them a large cup was drawn from one half white and the other black. Under it was the Death Cup.

Rose waited tensely for what she was saying, but she wanted to hear the only one that she escaped the punishment.

Jafar stood back to her, staring at what he had in his hand, slightly disbelieving, skeptical, and seeing someone who would love to know the truth, but knows that he would not get it if he did not use any deception or violence.

When she used a lie, that girl was smart enough to know his intentions, and violence? Not that he was gay, but tortured a woman, and, moreover, one that could be very benevolent, he had a favor.

That's why he turned to her with a neutral expression and said, "It's true, you've met your part of the deal, Rose. I can not deny you, and if I do my own, tomorrow morning, when the sun comes out, you will not be punished, "he walked past the hot porridge, and she saw some suspects, but Jafar stared straight at her bright eyes in the color of the sky , Which slowly changed into dark blue as the depths of the ocean. "But I would be interested in one thing," he said, by the way, thinking about it, "how did you get it? The guard told me you did not leave your room today. "

The question was asked, and Rose kept her cool head, though her excess of wine was painful, as if the dwarves were dying there.

Jafar stared at her lips as he answered.

She opened herself, smiled slightly, and said, "That's a secret, and you do not have to be interested. Do you have a card? You have. You do not need to know more, "she said.

"He's right, Jafar, we have a card. Try it, try it! "Yago chanted, and Rose swallowed.

The only way to try a cup of death was to die.

Ara guided Vedir's thoughts aside, but certainly not for the better.

"Okay," the sorcerer nodded, giving the last inquisitive look to Rose, going to his shelf with ingredients, and taking a golden ruby cup from there.

He put him on the table.

"Card Sesame, here's the cup, give me my unique power," he said with all the importance, and the card was turned into sand in his hand, and a little fat little man's silhouette flashed in the study, and the sand merged with the cup.

"Is that all?" Yago asked, climbing Jafar's shoulder.

"Almost, still wine. According to the book, the red wine, which is similar to human blood, turns the cup into a deadly tool, while pure water in the antidote. Each card has its unique capabilities. This can kill and return life. "

Rose breathed, then, that the whole process could be reversed.

"But who will we try to do?" The ara recalled.

All three of them stood above the cup, and none of them did. Why also consciously try the method of an error attempt.

"Hmm ... I already have it, it wants somebody who has not been faithful yet faithful ..."

"Who?" Rose asked, relieved that she did not fit into this category.

"Guard," Jafar called, and Bahadur entered the room.

"Did you call me, sir?" He nodded his head in reverence.

"Here, drink," said Vizier, handing the cup to the man.

Rose was shocked to drink that bush without questioning the reason. Well, the death she deserved for the whole day when she stood behind her ass, deserved it.

Jafar, Yago, and Rose exchanged discreet looks and waited for what was going to happen.

Suddenly the thunderbolt grabbed his stomach and rocked to the ground like a cut apple, the cup dropped out of his hand and rolled toward the girl's feet. She picked it up and held it in her hand like a scepter.

Next, a group of scholars surveyed the soldier as a bunch of doctors, ignoring where the mistake had occurred.

"It will be good if we try the other half, moreover, the truly faithful men are hard to look for," Jafar said, as if he did not know.

Rose handed him a cup, and he reached the Yag's perch.

"Hey, that's my water!" He protested, but Jafar poured a cup of gold from the golden bowl, knelt on one knee, and poured the contents into the man's mouth.

Bahadur did not move for a moment, as if life had gone out of him.

"It's too late for him, like a lick fish," Rose said, and, lightly in his hand, she dug the tip of her twisted shoe like a carnage.

"If he was dead, he would not breathe, he's just dazed, it's becoming poisonous," he said.

Great, she felt silly now.

"You probably know that, are not you?" She blushed, blinking at Jafar with an unpleasant look.

"Hey, he's already awake. It is good that we do not have to clear the corpse like last week, "Yago cheered, and indeed. Bahadur opened his eyes and looked disoriented.

After a moment, he knelt and stood up.

Rose bent over for his turban and straightened him upside down.

"You have an hour to recover, go to the armory as a captain, ask how the interrogation is going, and come tell me what progress is and then you go back to the princess's guest," the visitor ordered straight.

Bahadur stumbled a heavy step out of the door and could thank God for escaping death, literally. Rose Rose was upset.

"What? Do not you still believe me? Where would I have run away from you? She hid in the desert? Snake or basket of laundry? I do not need anyone to watch, I'm not a kid! And I do not mind you seeing me so much. "But Jafar surprised her, built the cup on the table, and this time he poured tea from the silver oriental kettle he had permanently on his desk." What are you doing, are you listening to me at all? "

"We'll make a new deal, Rose," the last word whispered softly, and the frost over her spine broke out.

"What kind of deal?"

"Nothing complicated. I will not stand guard on your door when you drink this and say that this card, which is in the cup, has not been with you from the very beginning, so I know you do not lie to me and I will not treat you as a liar. I have a certain suspicion ... "he replied seemingly sweetly and casually ...

And it was here ...

Damn!

An interesting development of the situation, right? Even though it was not surprising that Rose gave him the card, but that Jafar would meet two cards together, is it interesting or not? But do not worry, the adventure is still going, the cards are eight and in circulation there are only three. But we finally get to work with Jafar, and then it will be health.

Be surprised, much is planned.

Moreover, while Yago, as an irreplaceable member of the team, is on the horse, our heroine now has to face a voyeur interrogation.

Jafar still does not believe her, but we'll see Rose and the elixir of truth.

Well, what are you saying about Bahadur? :-) Pretty courageous guy, the kind that would jump out of the window if he was given an order, which is not a very good feature, but on the other hand, fidelity is appreciated. That's what Jafar suits.