Chapter 22
Marketplace
Rose suddenly squeezed an awful horror when her hair was bristling on her back and she laughed at her. If it's Jafar, it's probably not so smooth out of it.
The girl twisted her face and turned, but when she opened her eyes, she relaxed.
The shadow stood up and looked like a huge steel titan.
"What are you doing here, are you spying on me?" Rose looked up at Bahadur with a pounding heart, "Did not your lord tell you that you should let me be so excited?"
"I ought to oversee your protection," he said gravely, but she did not resist.
The guard laid his strong hands on his chest like a genie from the bottle and looked at her as strictly as he had before.
"I do not need any protection, and I do not want any personal guard at all," she read, and did not miss her sight, which slid daintily between her breasts.
Even to be her shadow as if there were some Peter Pan.
"You are causing too much trouble, are you aware of what could have happened if anyone saw you?"
"And did anyone see me?" Rose bent her head defiantly to the side when the moon shone.
"I," Bahadur replied with unshakable confidence.
"Oh, I do not count on you."
Jafar's most frightened man frowned like a storm cloud, and the dark stubble on his face made him even more terrible than he had imagined before.
Would he be able to hurt her? She was not quite sure now.
Bahadur was not accustomed to this kind of disrespect of authority, but he was all afraid of him, and he would only allow himself to be a fool.
"You're making it harder, in your own interest, I have to report to your visitor about your movement ..."
Rose swallowed the nose like a dragon. So it will not stop? Does he spy it because he does not believe her? But no one saw her, she was careful.
"Well, calmly sue him, I do not care," she snapped boldly, trying to walk past him, but he caught her arm.
"If you were mine, I would learn to listen to you," he growled from above, then let go as if he realized he had gone too far.
Bahadur said in a cold, cold tone, until Rose did not feel that good.
"But I'm not, and that's the difference, so let her taste," she said with her golden mane, and she thought about it at that moment.
"But if you want to watch me, come with me to the kitchen."
Probably the thunderbolt had no choice but to go.
Rose had taken some food out of the kitchen without explanation, and then turned to her frowned protector with her forehead.
"Now, take me to prison, I want to visit my friend," she told him.
Apparently, he did not have anything to do with it, but to help her with the basket, the thunderbolt just did not wrap it up.
So when Rose chose some food to avoid Aladdin, she left Bahadur to go down the palace.
As they descended down the stairs, the transgression of men's laughter came to light.
It was evening, above the celebration, and so the guards wanted to take part just a little differently.
Rose stepped in front of her guard to keep her eyes.
Bahadur followed quietly as a silent shadow.
Rose rode herself with a loud gossip until she came into a very common brick room with a table and chairs on which five men were holding large clay cups.
"Would someone send us a tooth and a nice woman?" Someone barked at the entrance to where Rose appeared and lifted his cup.
The girl twisted her face and finally turned her eyes to the column.
"That looks good fun tonight, food, drink, and beautiful women," he said, another, the others in the red greeting of the girl studying only the captain, proud of a silver badge on his vest, frowned.
"What do you want here?" He asked for nothing to do.
Rose stared through the squad of alcoholics, and the rest of the drunken men who rocked on the chairs.
"I want to visit Aladdin."
"Aladdin, it tells me something, is not she the monkey with the kid?"
"It's not the boy with the Ramlah's monkey," the man with a stretched face beside him banged his shoulder.
"Yeah, how did we give him that bastard?" He assured himself foolishly, and Ahmed, the captain of the guard nodded.
Rose was staring at the fact that they did not even remember someone who appeared so often.
"Do not tell me that he is dead," Rose said, somewhat horrified, and fingered her fingers in the basket.
"If I said so, will you stay with us and dance for us?" Ramul tried it.
"Not by chance!" But the big Bahadura's hand had dropped her on her shoulder, and now others in the shadow of the corridor noticed her companion.
"Welcome Bahadur," said giant Ahmed, then stood up, walked to the wall and returned with only one key so that Aladdin would not be released.
He walked up to the girl and threw her key into the basket, "the eighth door to his right," shooting an unpleasant glance at her, then focusing on his peer as if he were completely ignoring her.
"Bahadur join us, one chair is still loose, we play dice and we drink some wine like it did in the old days."
The image behind Rosa's back first glanced at her, then nodded.
"As soon as he returns the key, he must appear here and then take it back again," Ramul grinned and drank the wine from a large clay pitcher, "the dove will not fly you."
The girl stepped back and Bahadur passed. She did not waste time and went back into the corridor.
On the way, Rose wondered what the men were, but they were not. You give them some power over the others, and now they are the lords of the world.
The paths illuminated her, and she still had to watch the rats. Resistance place.
She unceremoniously found the cell and pushed the key in.
There was a strange silence around it.
When Rose opened, she could see nothing but darkness, leaving the door wide open for some light to penetrate.
Aladdin sat on the ground leaning back against the wall, and Abu was in the same ties as before.
"Are you Aladdin here?" She breathed into the darkness and entered.
"Rose is you?" That voice sounded somewhat crooked.
"Yeah, who else would have been, I brought you something to eat," she turned her eyes in the pillar and approached.
The young man immediately drew a fresh scent, his muscles tensing, and his stomach growling like fanfare.
"Allah, I have not eaten for at least a week, such a smell! Oh Rose, you missed me so much!" The young thief did not know whether to embrace a girl or a basket first.
Rose knelt in front of him, but she'd prefer to put all the delicacies among her to not embrace her right now.
As she was closer, she noticed the purple monocle on her eye.
"What did they do to you?" She asked, looking at him better. She seemed a bit more pudgy, maybe he did not really eat it, and at the top of the food there were three armies, she was angry. Even Aladdin's spontaneity was somehow suppressed.
All he was doing was he crouched down and bowed to her so that he did not take his forehead off the ground.
"Take, I brought some bananas and fruits, there are flanes and flesh, it should be enough for a while, I will certainly come again," she assured him quickly.
But it was Aladdin's grin in the basket, and he put everything in his mouth.
Rose seemed like a little baby before Christmas that I sweetened until it cracked.
It was not a smile, but Rose was worried. And then she thought something.
"Aladdine ..." attracted his attention, and he looked at her with bloated faces full of food.
"Ehmmm ... hmm?"
"How long have you been stealing?" she asked.
Aladdin thought as well as hugging and counting on his hands, "fifteen years," he said, "why?"
"I could call in for someone to teach you as an assistant, you should work, and your master would certainly provide shelter and food."
The young man looked confused, this was just not the case.
"And who would take the thief out of the street?" He looked at her skeptical and sad at the same time, turning away half of her face with a monocle.
"You can do it anymore, I can be convincing. Would you try if I found you such a place?" The girl gave a good smile, and Aladdin quickly nodded.
"Okay, I'll try to do what I can," she stood up and nodded.
"Are you leaving?" The thief was mocking and did not know whether to eat, drool, swallow, or look at her.
"Rose nodded, it's late tonight and I almost can not see."
Then they said goodbye and the blonde locked and returned the key to the armory, but if she thought she would just disappear, she was deeply mistaken.
Bahadur, who was sitting between hiss, decided to put down the cup and get up.
"You do not have to accompany me, I'll find the way myself, there's a lot of fun," Rose said, but it was nothing.
The damn guy was like her shadow, she got rid of him only when the door slammed his nose.
As soon as Rose went to bed, she thought of Aladdin. She has something to do with it
To do, and he will beg for example at Jafar on his knees, unless otherwise. It is a pity for a young man to steal in the streets like a homeless. Yes, it will do something about it now. In addition, tomorrow the Sultan is being convinced ...
ROSE POV
Rose was quite tired, so she soon fell asleep.
The next day after breakfast she remembered her promise and headed for the throne room. She had a very good mood, which was a bit disturbed by Bahadura's strides that followed her and made her nervous.
What do Jafar think of me? That I have a compliment? Or that I'm going to run away? Where to? Nobody and I do not know anything, I would just have missed a wall. But he's paranoid ...
Maybe when I gain more of his confidence, he will be left to me. That sounded like a plan. Already to have the adventure in Egypt behind me.
In front of the high door of the throne room, in which the sapphires and samaragas were planted, was the impatient Jasmine.
"Hello, Rose, I like to see you," she said with a smile.
"I too," Rose nodded. "Will we go in?"
"The audience is still running. Actually ... maybe it would be best if you also formally asked for a hearing, "the princess suggested cleverly.
Rose agreed. In a moment the door opened, a merchant came out, and the Sultan's official behind him.
"Anyone else asking the Sultan for an audience?"
"Please," said the girl.
"Name?" Said the clerk.
"Rose."
"And I'll go with her," Jasmine added.
"Good. You can enter, "said the man with a fez on his head.
As they walked through the large, almost empty hall on the red carpet to the sultan's throne, Jasmine silently asks Rose. "Say to your daddy a sultan, and kneel before him and wait until he gives you a word."
As the sun shone on Rose, it looked as though she had a golden veil on her head, which made the sultan and his dark visionary look like.
A pair of women came to the forefront of where Mr. Agrabah sat, and beside him, his venerable counselor with a parrot on his shoulder was important. Rose kneel before them as a slave, Jasmine stayed nearby.
"I know you, Rose?" The sultan said with a little worry in his voice.
She was nervous. She hoped she would not go back to that unfortunate thing with whipping. She'd probably have to apologize, and who knows what she'd still want to do with her. Sultan, however, was nervous just for the same reason. He did not want to come back to that unfortunate event either.
"Tell us what's on your mind," Azzam said.
"Elected Sultan, I would like to know the local city under the palace, see how your subjects live and visit the local market. It would be my honor for Princess Jasmine to accompany me, "Rose said.
"Drinking," Yago snapped.
The blond girl threw a murderous look after him, just wait for the bird.
"That's a courageous wish," the sultan said thoughtfully, rubbing his white beard.
"What do you think, Jasmine?"
"Um ...", Jafar recalled. "Your counselor is me, the sultan."
Azzam turned to the visionary. "Sure, but now the prince is interested in the view of Jafar."
"I agree, Daddy," Jasmine said immediately.
"I'll escort Rose and I'll guide her around your town."
"All right," the Sultan agreed, turning back to his gaze.
"Would it be after lunch?"
Jafar gave the two girls a suspicious look of their eyes.
"It would be, but you will go properly dressed and guarded."
"Of course," Jasmine cheered. Rose was not so much laughing. The idea that she would have to dress again in the horror of black rags that hid her whole body was not pleasant at all.
"Is it all?" The sultan asked.
"Yes, the Sultan," Rose nodded humbly.
Azzam sighed. "Then you can go."
"Wait for me in the foyer," said the princess, and herself went to her father.
So Rose went out of the hall and waited there in the corridor. But first, Jafar came out of the door, and as soon as he noticed, he headed for her.
"What's behind your request?" He asked.
"What? Nothing. We just want to see Jasmine out in town, "Rose simply said.
Jafar squeezed his stick tightly in his hand.
"All right, but I warn you, I do not like it when things happen to me that I do not understand."
"Then I wonder what attracted you to magic," Rose smiled at him.
Jafar did not know what to answer, so he just turned around and walked away without a word.
The blonde smiled, but her smile faded as she realized that Bahadur was watching her again.
Oh no!
ROSE AND JASMINE POV
In the afternoon, Rose and Jasmine went on a promised walk. Unlike the original Rosin fears, this time it was enough to pour over the chad over her, so her face was revealed to her and she could see it better.
Almost like a nun in Lord Voldemort's robes.
Guards were accompanied by four muscular men from whom remarkable respect, including Bahadur, who was entrusted with command, was among them. The guards led Rose and Jasmine between them, and it was obvious they would not let them escape.
Rose sighed. "I feel like a prisoner."
"I'm finally free," Jasmine replied. "At times I feel like a prisoner in the palace."
Rose was surprised that Jasmine had a different look. She wondered for a moment, then stopped and widened her eyes. They were lying between the wooden doll and the decorated glass on the stall that they had been walking around, the gaudy boots with the heel they had lost on the day Jafar brought her to Agrabah.
"These are my shoes!" Rose shouted, pointing at them with a finger.
The merchant at the stand was at first scared by the guards if they did not want to chop them, but when he saw that they were not going to take any drastic action, he calmed down and said, "Two dinars and six dirhams."
"What?" Rose gasped.
"They will be yours when you pay one dinar and three dirhams for each one, that makes two dinars and six dirhams together," insisted his buyer.
"But these are the shoes I lost about a week or two ago," Rose said with confidence.
"Boots? But where! That's how the shoes do not look like. These are rare antiquities from the Far East. Do you see those holes? They have a very important purpose, "the buyer said.
"You cheater," Rose said, almost tossing him.
"Rose, calm down!" Jasmina held her, embraced Rose not to do anything inappropriate. Meanwhile, she looked at the buyer and apologized to him that she wanted to jump on him like a breeze.
Together with the guards they went away, but Rose was still looking at the stand.
The things of her time for her were like a treasure, now she was leaving, still having a Beaty aunt's coat and her lacy dress with underwear.
"You really lost your shoes?" Jasmine looked, "did they look strange, are they wearing you?"
"Yes, right after I was here," Rose said sadly.
"And the villain picked them up and now sells them for their daughters, dendars, or what it is."
"Dineurs," the princess replied, wondering, "But what kind of things could be done, always high?"
"They wear us like that," Rose said.
Jasmine just shook her head. The idea of a high-heeled shoe, which would probably splinter into soft sand, was almost as acceptable to Rose Burke.
"You know what? When we get back, I'll send a slave for them to buy them, and you'll show me how they're going, "Jasmine suggested amusedly.
"All right," Rose said, not sharing her amusement.
After a while, they walked past the glassworks, and Rose suggested to look inside.
He was welcomed by the old experienced glazier half-naked because he was hot in the oven at the back, but as he stared at his merchandise, he was nervously looking at him as if to break everything.
"Why does he look at us?" Rose whispered in her ear.
"That's clear, two foreign women with security can not see her," the princess said in blue, and walked to the glass-house.
"Good afternoon, sir, I am Jasmine, the sultan's daughter," she said.
"Welcome to my little princess," the glass-lover said.
Rose thought that because of the concealment, perhaps the locals knew their princess at best by their name.
"You have beautiful vases," admired the princess, caressing her two fingers.
"Thank you," the glazier replied, glad for such praise.
Rose also asked, "Should not you have room for one apprentice?"
The glacier nodded slowly.
"To be honest, I've been looking for someone for a long time. I've been working here for decades, and I feel like I should have my craft passed on to someone younger. Do you know of anybody? "
"Well, I know a handsome young man," Rose said.
"Is he skilled and powerful?" Asked the glassmaker.
"Well ..." Rose thought, remembering how Aladdin always crawled up in prison. "When they are not near a woman ..."
"I see," the glacier smiled grimly.
"How old is he?" He asked.
"So ... around twenty-two, certainly not," Rose said very optimistically.
"Oh," the glacier grimaced. "And what have you been up to now?"
Ha, this has now become a somewhat more delicate topic.
"Well ... a little steal," Rose admitted, grinning.
"No, no!" Said the resolute gladiator, and with his hands he made a big X.
"I have a store full of precious goods, and I can not afford to leave such inferior elements here."
His voice sounded so firmly and uncompromisingly that Rose's heartbeat.
When they came out of the street, Jasmine asked, "Aladdin, is not it?"
"Yes, it is he," Rose admitted.
"Tell me what you feel about him," Jasmine asked, and it sounded almost like an order.
"I'm just sorry. Such a young, healthy man and nobody cares about him and can not be anything but a thief, how many of that must be there, "Rose explained, looking around the marketplace, from where they walked through different aisles where such people could hide.
"Oh, Rose, you have such a wonderful heart!" Jasmine said admiringly.
"If you were a man, I would have married you."
And Rose had no idea how seriously Jasmine thought.
"But you will not make a woman from a man, and you are not the thief of the honorable buyer ..."