Chapter 23

Departure

The princess of the Rose sentence mumbled. She had heard enough of similar passwords and comparisons, and she always believed it, but Aladdin was different if he tried a little ... but somebody had to give him a chance.

And as she just convinced it would not be easy, like fighting the tornado flies.

One refusal does not mean anything, certainly in Agrabah someone who will take the guy under the guard wings, and so in the course of his trip to the marketplace tried twice, but with the same result.

No one wanted to have a thief, and even though back with Jasmine they had arrived enchanted by the marketplace that was full of colors, Rose was a little upset.

"That's nothing, Rose, she'll find some work for him," the princess chuckled, and the stranger suddenly shone in her eyes.

"Yes!"

Jasmina jerked, or she shrieked more of her scream.

"Hm?"

"I've got it! Wait here, I'll be right back! "She said, pulling away the black horror, grabbing her silk skirt, and running to the reception hall.

She did not know Jafar's timetable, but she knew that after the afternoon, sultans and administrators were discussing state affairs, including taxes and various spending on the palace, at least once she mentioned it when she wanted to get rid of it.

As she ran down the corridor to the huge door, she had to breathe quickly. The palace was vast as six stadiums next to each other and running all the way was about life. She took several needed deep breaths into her lungs and then walked in.

There was a beautiful golden light in the room, and several brightly colored figures that stood in the clutter around the sultan did not even notice them and continue to shake each other as a nightclub until she stopped a few yards ahead of the throne and did not quit the theatrically.

"My sultan, I have to speak to the venerable magistrate in an urgent matter." She knelt down and dropped her big blue bows on a stocky white-bearded man.

Her voice was urgent, and Azzam flicked out of his seat with a pillow, and gasped. "Has anything happened to my daughter? Tell me! "

Rose blinked in surprise and shook her head. "No, sir, it's a different thing, please, I need to talk to him," she added, squeezing her pink lips into an uncertain, thin line.

The crowd of men in the turbans broke into a semicircle and stared at the dignified woman who had decided to distract them from important work.

Among them, the highest visceral black figure, who seemed to absorb all light and surpass the others, was the most exquisite. The diplomats and the landlords around him were nervous perhaps more than the Sultan himself, who calmed down between himself and fought back on the throne.

Jafar stepped forward confidently and smiled at himself. It was one of those terrible smiles, seeing Rose in front of him kneeling on his knees, doing him unspeakably well.

As he tapped the end of his serpent on the marble stair, he drew the attention of the girl.

"How dare you disturb the Sultan's advice, that your hearing will not wait until tomorrow morning?" He uttered in his deep, intimidating voice, and did not know her, only his eyes betrayed the truth and entered into hers.

Rose bit her lower lip, did not feel very well in front of everyone, and was pleased that she'd never been alone in his office later, but she really wanted to help Aladdin. However, Jafar put her in a situation where she had her request to say here publicly, and it did not fit her.

"It's a ... state matter," she said quickly, and Jafar raised a curious eyebrow curiously, and he was really interested in it.

The men around made their appearance, and were not pleased to be disturbed by anyone, one even turned to Jafar and said, "Rash in your harem, the Vizier?"

The three men grinned at the joke, but Jafar kept his cool face and judgment.

He did not answer, and he just gestured with his stick to the corridor behind the throne, where Rose had seen Jasmine several times as she came to the hall. Probably it was a side corridor that led to other parts of the palace or should serve as an escape route in case of danger.

The cremation rose, climbed up the stairs as a queen, and gave everyone a murderous glance around her.

Eventually, he stepped on the floor to the one who considered her Jafar's concubine. "Oh, I'm sorry, but I can not see much of that long skirt." And a little more heels went, but it was already disappearing in the corridor with Jafar in the curtain.

When they walked a few yards, she did not hold it, she turned sharply to him, wondering how his nose was in her chest as she was close. "What was that supposed to mean?" He asked earnestly, breathing in his nose like a dragon, who was about to fire the fire.

"I need to talk urgently with you now and here," she began pushing one word over the other.

"Okay, talk," Jafar said patiently, thinking that there was really something of urgency that needed his attention, and to say, thinking the worst of all.

Rose waved away from the wizard, for the unwanted proximity made her still very lively memories.

"We just came back with the princess from the market and ..."

"And?" The birch urged her bored, making her the faces she loved so much.

Rose frowned slightly, for she did not want to interrupt her, but she continued, "I wanted some of the craftsmen to accept Aladdin as a disciple, and they all refused!" She rushed out with her hands.

Jafar listened, and did not know whether to laugh at her or to shake her.

Rather, he simply snapped his lips in a smiley smile. "Does that surprise you? No honest trader takes a thief into his workshop. That's a simple fact. How could you have such a thing at all, and what does it have to do with the state affair? "He squinted at her, rubbing his temples.

"Nothing, but it worked for us. Some prisoners were put in a correctional facility and many of them learned and lived a well-ordered life. Aladdin is still young, he would rather work than steal, "she said to Agrabah, but she did not look at him.

Maybe there was something, but now he did not want to burden himself with such a thing, now he had many thoughts about going ahead and arranging preparations to solve the problem of one dirty thief and his remedy, which was just a niche farce. A thief never learns, just as a fool does not become a scholar.

"So I thought ..." Rose started again, interrupting his thoughts.

"No," said Jafar sharply, and she fell silent.

"What no? I have not said anything yet! "The girl protested.

"First of all, Aladdin is a thief. Allah gave him such a life if he wanted to, as a child, enter a service with a merchant, but he remained a street rat. It is impractical. And while he is still in jail, death will be for him only a liberation from this tortured life. And the most important thing ... "He made an important pause and stepped closer to her, so they almost touched.

Rose looked up at him in surprise, and his black, deep eyes made her terrified.

"How could such foolishness have come to you. You have no rights here to get no one out of jail. Deny my decision and my power. If you go over my orders, I warn you, Rose, you'll regret it, "he threatened, and every poisonous whispering word was written in her memory, but she could not be intimidated.

"I was hoping for your ... kindness, I thought if you accepted him as a scribbler ..." he asked.

Jafar laughed at him, and pressed his palm against his heart. "Goodness? Do I seem to you a mild and weak judge? I am all but not merciful. Do not try my patience, Rose, maybe some of your pieces were willing to accept it now, but undermining my authority is not worth it. You realize who you play with and there is no other way to listen to me than to listen to. "

His mood was so chaotic for him, at one point he was serious and willing to listen, in the second he laughed at her, and at the last he felt as if he was grinding his teeth until he had poisoned her.

"But..."

"No!" Jafar slashed, when the girl slid down the spine like a cube of ice, the worse when his hand landed on his shoulder like a steel spider.

The touch of the visionary cold fingers on her hot skin was not reassuring, on the contrary.

From the corner of her eye she slid aside to that hand and back again, shivering slightly.

Perhaps she has gone beyond her powers. And he was hungry for his performance.

"Being a scribbler is an important job for capable men. It can not be done by anyone. These places are inherited from father to son for generations, and they are proud to be the children of wealthy merchants. Nothing like that comes into play. Aladdin is a thief and belongs to bars or slavery, "he slowly moved his head from side to side, and the word of slavery somehow stuck in his mind.

He could have sold it to anyone who already cares about his escape, he thought.

"Now concentrate on other things, we leave in a few days." He did not say more, withdrew his hand from her shoulder, turned and walked down the corridor to the bloody administrators.

He let Rose stand there and enjoy the feeling of his victory as he silenced her.

It was lighter than he expected, and he may be glad he did not punish her for what happened last night, even though the little Ramses accident proved to be a good thing for his plan.

With what Bahadur told him in the morning in his report, he could prepare himself, and he would not wait for his fate. After breakfast, the prince's high priest found him with the modern leopard throw, explaining to him the upcoming situation that his prince would no longer seek a princess's hand because the gods did not want it.

Even though Jafar knew where the wind was blowing, he nodded seriously and sighed that everything was fine. And he agreed with the bald adviser on a small, friendly visit to their country, adding to the Ramses group during their departure with their squad.

Certainly, Rose does not thank her, but let me know. Besides, she still did not sleep to ask her whether she had any special abilities or not.

Anyway, he promised to take part in the search for another card and he would not leave it here for several reasons, the main thing was not to do more harm than good, he would rather have it under supervision.

Still order someone to temporarily replace him ...

It was a little harder to find someone more capable of all those bastards who would have stolen the kingdom.

As the visor emerged from the dark corridor like a shadow, he looked around at the colorful flock, from which each individual tried to assert his unique idea as the Sultan crouched on the throne like a clueless puppy, looking confusedly from one to another to whom he would prefer.

He looked so desperate when Jafar was about to crack his hands over his inability to make his order.

But his gaze fell upon a man in a purple robe.

He was one of the chief administrators, perhaps the most capable, yes, he would have to consider, later talk to him in his office, and then with the sultan, when he told him he had to conclude in Egypt for their kingdom some profitable business as a cover for His initial plan.

"Bin Laden ..." He addressed the man in front of him with a slick snake smile.

ROSE POV

Rose stared at Jafar's receding back and did not know how to feel.

She was disappointed. He has always listened to her and can be said, but now?

He calmly pulled it off and fled like a fly on his nose.

She was so surprised by his eloquent argument that she was still silent now that she had left, and she stayed alone in the cool corridor.

Again she bit her lip, maybe she was just in a bad mood, but it sounded uncompromising.

Maybe if he tells him about it later, maybe he can say and bang it.

But it is true that she did not know Aladdin's intellect, what if he did not even learn to write? Could he be so backward?

Perhaps Jafar was right and there was no hope for him, but she would not give up. It would be a devil to find somewhere else.

She sighed and set out on the opposite side, as the Grand Vizier himself had commanded it. Voices in the hall moved away. On the way she tried to join the corridor to get back to Jasmine, she thought about Jafara with the last sentence.

"We leave in a few days ..."

Is that supposed to be it? So early? Rosin's brain worked at full speed. How does Jasmine say that? He's gonna be against, hell has to figure something out, otherwise the devil will bind her in the bag and throw her over the horse. Not that Jafar would not be able to.

But she was terrified by the idea, so the two of them are going away. How long will it take?

Week? Two weeks? Will it stick to it for so long? This is a ride. And where will they sleep?

One question arose beyond the exclamation of a sentence until she arrived at the princess.

"So what, Rose, how did it go?" She asked.

"Not very well," Rose admitted, saddened, and sat down to Jasmine. "Life is so unfair to people like Aladdin."

"Do not worry so much," the Princess tried to console her. "The main thing is you're here with me and safe."

Rose sighed. Now she really did not want to tell Jasmine that she would leave her in a few days, especially when she smiled at her so adorably.

They embraced her tenderly, Jasmine Rose gently stroked her back. As the embrace stretched, Rose began to feel that it was perhaps more than a friendly gesture. She flashed and motioned Jasmine to pull away.

She did it. "What? I'm very nice with you, you not with me? You can also touch me. "

Rose was shy. She knew enough about homosexual feelings to be sure she had never had such a thing, excited only by men, but she had no idea how to explain something so intimate to a woman from a completely foreign culture where taboo homosexuality is.

They both remained silent for a moment, not knowing what was going on with the other.

"Rose ..." she tried to break Jasmine's silence.

Rose still took a moment to sort out her thoughts and was able to say something meaningful at all. "It's nice to be with you, but not so close. The best thing is sitting next to each other and talking. "

"Excuse me," Jasmine said. "I felt like you wanted closer."

"I'm sorry. Even though we are both women, we do not have to feel the same, "Rose said diplomatically.

"I did not know," Jasmine admitted quietly.

"Plus ... there's one unpleasant thing," the stranger began.

"What?" The princess asked.

"I would love to stay with you, but you know, since I am longing to see Egypt, and in a few days I will get a unique opportunity. When Ramses returns, Jafar wants to join him for a visit and take me with him, "Rose said, quite afraid what her companion would say.

"Well ..." Jasmine said. "Let me go, but under one condition."

"What?" Rose asked.

"When you come back, you're telling me everything in color - where you were, what it was like, what you did there, whether all the Egyptian men were so crude and not like Ramses and so."

Rose sighed.

Jasmine continued, "I've also longed to see the world, I understand it; But I was a bit comfortable with the fact that I must be very happy to let me out at least in front of the palace. But it will allow you, you are so lucky. And I love to hear your narrative. "

"In my world, such narratives are usually written out of journeys, they are called travelogues, and people read it," Rose said.

Jasmine shrugged. "Why read when they can talk to each other? Would not it be better to listen to the narrative directly? "

"Well ... that would be, but people do not have time, they do something or they do something," Rose tried to explain to her and bring her a modern world.

Jasmine nodded sadly.

"I understand, Daddy is alike. But I do not think he could replace reading it. "

Rose sighed. She thought about computers, cell phones, and social networks, but rather swallowed it up quickly.

Jasmine stood up.

"Wait a minute," she said, and left. In a moment she returned, holding her high-heeled shoes in her hand.

"Slave has returned," Jasmine said, handing her girlfriend's shoes. "You said they could walk in ..."

Rose nodded. Jasmina stared at her, her eyes wide. As soon as Rose did the first step, the princess began to laugh amusedly. She laughed long and sincerely, covering her eyes as if she were seeing a clown on the stilts, who was sure to get his feet trapped and chopped down.

And Rose, at first full of self-consciousness, though she did not understand it, began to ashamed. She took off her boots, and she began to cry to the surprise princess. They started to attack her ugly thoughts. She realized that the shoes she had been so proud of, and who could emphasize her charming legs and perfect background, would not bring her admiration, but only a mockery.

How is that possible? Is it possible that somewhere there is a world where white facial masks and chunky red noses are worn and walked on the stilts, and all of it is normal? How is it possible that Jasmine sees everything completely different than me? What if my feelings are totally wrong? What if the whole civilization I came from is wrong? What if I'm wrong?

As she rubbed her eyes in a moment, she realized that Jasmine sat silently and sadly beside her and kept her distance. On the other hand, Rose would appreciate the comforting embrace, but she was afraid that Jasmine would make another, perhaps more intimate touch. She felt terribly uncomfortable.

"I need to be alone for a moment," Rose said.

Jasmine did not even speak, she left, leaving Rose with her boots in her high heels, which she was rolling in her hands. The blonde then ran to her room and cried for a long time ...

JAFAR POV

Two days later, when Rose recovered and nearly forgot to leave, Jafar had personally visited Yago on her shoulder in her room. He threw her black dress on the bed and said sternly, "Get dressed. We're leaving. "

"What? Where? "Rose's eyes widened.

"Damn the memory ..." yagged Yago.

"Do not say you forgot our agreement," Jafar frowned.

"No, I just ... I have a lot to do," Rose said.

"What can a woman like you do?" Jafar marveled, his eyes rolling.

"I have to say goodbye to Jasmine," Rose said.

"The Princess knows about your departure. She insisted on personally guaranteeing your security, "Jafar said, casting a pensive look at her. "Maybe I'll let your mouth hang when it's needed. They threaten you the most. "

Rose grinned. "I want to see Jasmine yet!"

"Hurry up, disguise yourself, and then I'll take you to her," Jafar replied, and walked into the corridor.

Rose obeyed, and under her burger she was hiding her old heels with her heels because she was telling her something could still be useful to her, even if she was going to go barely.

Jafar led her to the princess.

"I have to go, maybe you will not be sad without me," Rose said, while the visitor was standing nearby and doing as if he were not there and trying to get it.

"I can hold it," Jasmine said, waving her hand. "Especially careful to do nothing, do not talk to anyone else and do not show up, dress appropriately, and do not go anywhere alone, do not get close to unknown creatures and do not be tempted by the delusions of the desert. And prayfully pray that you will not blame Allah's wrath. Do not eat and drink anything other than what our men give you. And find out about the land everything people have, how they live, what they believe, what they want, what age they live in and what men wear and what women sell there and everything else. "

Rose thought that under these conditions, it was a task for Hermione rather than her.

Everything to find out, but not to go anywhere and not talk to anyone? Well, Jafar will take care of her ...

The last thought was as disturbing to her as she was reassuring.

She nodded. "I'll be careful, I promise."

The princess smiled, and Rose continued with Jafar in front of the palace, where he led her to a blue wooden booth reminding her remotely of TARDIS from Doctor Who. Rose laughed at the idea that Jafar was now claiming to be a Doctor, going into her booth, and in a few minutes she would be at home in her own time, if she happened to be feeling unnaturally on another planet ...

"Calm down," Jafar growled at her, as if he was stealing a small child.

"Excuse me, I had a vision," Rose said, waving her hands in circles as a scientist.

But honestly, it was not a complete lie. But this big bird booth had a different shape to TARDIS and led two large logs to carry it in the air. Inside it was just a little small and uncomfortable to one empty bucket.

"What if I need a toilet?" Rose asked, and she had no idea how to solve this shrewd thing.

"From there, you have the bucket, then it goes down the road," Jafar said, and Rose rose to the roots of her hair.

"Oh yeah!" She sighed angrily.

After a long time, we're here again! We did a little laughing, but we're working on another sequel :-)

Today, Rose tried to get a little tougher for Aladdin, but she did not do it for the first time, and Jafar was firing her hard. Holt the little girl must learn that she will not always be her.

Now a trip to Egypt is waiting for you, let yourself be surprised what will happen all along the way. :-)

There will not be Jasmine, but Yago will make a lot of money for her.

That bucket was a cherry on the cake: D