Chapter 24
Oasis
Rose was sorry after a few hours.
Tardis was uncomfortable, wooden and hard like a stone. She sat on her ass in that little private house and bit herself with a boredom. It was a bit shadowy inside, because all the walls were not passable so that no one could see and did not read it as a costly trophy.
Well, it might not have been so much a look, but it was hot inside, and the only thing to sit for was the buzzard scrambled down the bottom.
She deliberately put into her head a list of what to do.
First, ask yourself what to do to avoid boredom, secondly, if it does not open some windows and wind up on the road, and third, take a blanket on some stop to make it comfortable to sit or lie down. That's how he had a clenched butt and stiff legs.
Rose was like a rare bird in a golden cage, desperately counting every minute, every swing, because she had no one to talk to, but to herself. Perhaps they are conducting a conversation with a Yago from the conference than being alone.
She was looking forward to stopping at the stretcher but ... from the moment the caravan was out in the morning, nothing, maybe just a moment of prayer. After some time, she wanted to go to the bathroom. She hypnotized the cursed bucket with her eyes but her stud did not allow him to use it. The girl will not be in the bucket! Never!
She waited longer and waited until she was really acute, and when she sat down on the bucket and pushed her bare butt, she kept looking nervously at the door to see if anyone was unopened. She had all her red faces, but she was relieved. But what about now?
She peered around her until she found a small door behind him, where the bucket passed, and soon someone would open and drop the item back and empty.
Rose breathed, but it was a service, she turned her eyes to the pillar.
Later in the afternoon, something started on the front door as junk as junk.
Rose knelt and opened it behind them, sitting at the edge of the red parrot wears, and she walked in like a soldier to see her house.
Rose closed behind him and grabbed him, wondering with joy.
"You do not even know how you can see the bird," he began to suffocate when Yago ran through all the pens. It was unusual and surprising for him, but it was not so unpleasant if we remember the fact that he could not even breathe slowly.
"I thought you would not talk to me," she snorted, leaping out of her load, jumping on the wooden floor, and letting herself feel like he was not a crap.
"I do not talk to you, but where," Rose said, looking like a cat watching a small mouse. She was really glad she could talk to someone and not just listen to friendly cats and horses from outside.
"Liar," Yago said, beginning to wait, crying laughing that the girl had to laugh.
"Yeah, well, that shit is terrible, you're right, I can not talk to anyone, there's nothing to do, just watch the wall, I'll try it!"
"At least I can see what it is like to be in a small cage," Yago laughed at him gloomily. If so
She was thinking about it, she had to tell the bird the truth. But it was still good against him.
"Why did you come for me?" She asked interestedly.
Ara raised his leg and scratched the claw on his head, "I no longer care for a chicken, do you know anything is hot? Are I afraid of being hot and not writhing?" He started stretching his wings.
Rose glanced skeptically at him.
"Well, why did you come out?"
Yago turned his eyes to the pillar and discovered that she had seen him, "Do you know what is sitting on Jafar's shoulder and listening to that bald idiot? He's a bastard, I could not survive anymore.
"Yay, would not Jafar have a good mood what?" Rose asked, and the prospect of seeing her when she stopped was not particularly pleasant when she would do the same because she had to stumble in this stupid booth.
Is that how Jafar was going to do that then?
"The one?" The ara began to swing his head forward and backward like marshalling fools, "he is in the seventh heaven! You know, when you're locked in the palace for a long time, and you're not looking anywhere, that kind of flood will come good. "
In the seventh heaven? Do not you mess up his smile with boredom? She also had a solid American smile when it was necessary to pretend.
"I'd rather say she's trying to pull it out where the next card is."
"That's possible ..." the ara thought, and for the next two hours they thought of and devised various unlikely things that the two of them could talk about, but both were far from the truth.
Jafar was really interested in political affairs, and he had been able to speak for a long time on this subject as he drove to his Hasan next to the prince.
"You do not know the vision of how difficult it is to lead such a vast empire as it is," the Egyptian Prince shook his head, and Jafar only grinned in silence.
He does not know how to lead a great empire? Without it, Agrabah would have been laid on his back in just a few days, already worried about what he would have to fix and arrange for him to come back from this diplomatic visit.
Between what the prince boasted with his perfection and his divinity, which slowly began to crawl, his shoulder glanced over his shoulder, despite the crowd of his prince's guard. The straps attached to the procession were kneeling behind them as the last forgotten luggage, while the four stout muscular men swallowed their shoulders.
Jafar would bet his ruby in a turban that Yago would be there. He allowed his thoughts to roam easily as the sun flashed in his back, slowly sloping behind the horizon.
The boss had put his usual expression without expression and tried to recall what Ramses was boasting, fortunately he had the reason to suspend his eloquent monologue.
"We are approaching the oasis of Al Zarah prince. Soon we will be able to rest. Surely you're tired already on the way, "he said firmly, grabbing Hasan's bridle to strangle the bloody fool.
"I hope you accept, my invitation to this evening. I would like to ask you a few more things for a visionary, and my beautiful slave will dance for us.
Jafar growled, his all-day wandering exhausted him, but he had to diplomatically agree to promise his participation.
Slowly, the procession approached a place in the desert, gleaming like an emerald in the sand. A relatively large oasis was overwhelmed by a busy life. They were not the only travelers looking for night shelter and dangers, there were three other merchants who headed for Agrabah and maybe even further. The armed guards welcomed enthusiastically, as wandering deserters wandered here, and with such a number of guards they had no fear of their valuable goods...
YAGO POV
Rose had just argued with Yago, who turned out to be an entertaining companion, whether she tasted cashew or almond, telling him that even better are the almonds in the sugar of the pilgrim and the cashew in the bitter chocolate. Then she suddenly jumped visibly as the slaves laid down on the floor without announcing the stretcher.
"The way out of the way ..." yagged Yago, "it was time."
"Already? That's kind of quick, "Rose growled, screaming the door and scraping her out, her flat boots buried in soft hot sand, and she looked from side to side with the Egyptian palace, massive columns and gold statues of gods of a life-size like Cut out from national geographic.
She was disappointed, however, because there was a tall palm tree growing right in front of her and another one next to her. So a little green park.
"Hmm, oasis," the parrot chuckled.
Rose let out a faint breath, and stretched her stiff back, but she did not like her, but as strange as anyone else looked at her, almost as if horribly.
What are they?
"Rose, take that woman's rag, you never know who she can be here," Yago advised, and the blonde finally remembered, returning to the black horror she'd been wearing to hide her beautiful golden hair.
She felt like a sack of potatoes. Her poisoned expression spoke for everything.
"What now?" She muttered sourly.
Yago flew to the cab in which he traveled to have a view of the surroundings.
"You have to wait for the tents to stand, it will take a while," he said in a conscientious ara.
"Oh ... I'm terribly thirsty," Rose growled gruffly, her parrot flying over her shoulder.
"There's going to be water, come and see me, I'll make you hungry," Yago giggled proudly, and Rose laughed.
"You? And what are you going to do when somebody comes to me? Are you going to kill him? "
"I'm screaming and screaming the princess," she was making fun of her, and Rose laughed.
Together they tangled around the men who lay down shelter and fire. They headed for a pond surrounded by a poor undergrowth and sand ...
Rose knelt, made a shit out of her hand and dipped it into the cold water. She was so thirsty she was afraid that she would knock the pond on one cub. Yago also drank, but first he noticed the shadow behind them and crawled to warn Rose.
The blonde jumped quickly to her feet to face the enemy. But instead of a purple like Bahadur standing behind it, he was holding a little fat in a seemingly expensive robes, and his golden necklaces swinging on his hands as a door-to-door salesman of a knotted hose to barbers.
"What do you want?" The girl asked cautiously.
The man began to flush with both hands and quickly interpret something, realizing that he was a jeweler and how he could speak a good speaker.
"Beautiful woman, I'm sorry you made me go, I did not mean to scare you. But I do not see any jewelery that would adorn your brilliant beauty. Such a delicate face would deserve something for the pleasure of the eye I'm not right? Who is your man, certainly one of my jewels would like to. I have gently worn Egyptian silver, Mediterranean pearls and precious stones from our native land. The blue sapphire would have gone to your eyes. Which man is so happy he can have you? "
Rose knew where the wind was blowing. The insatiable spasm did not pay tribute to her beauty, but he wanted to get the most out of it. A rosy dick, she thought for herself.
Just wait.
Then she got a ghastly idea that she could have fun and get rid of.
At first she looked really compassionate, and after all the glittering jewels she looked at her, and finally added, "My husband is so generous, he's the prettiest man in Agrabah. She is very upset and loved by me, of course it will not be a problem to buy me a little or two. Do you see that tall man in the black over there? It is he among those soldiers, "she added with a smile and flashed wildly in her business eyes, and was running for a rush to meet its peril.
Yago did not last, and he stopped covering his beak with his wing. He began to laugh and roll in the sand.
"He and the generous, that's the forum, that's what you did!" Rose began to grin at the fun that Jafar, who had just published some orders, had prepared.
"I'm curious how fast it will be done," she laughed grudgingly, and both watched from a distance what was going to happen ...
In the worst of all, he loves them lovingly. Why not enjoy some fun.
JAFAR POV
"I bow down reverently, my dear sir," said the merchant of the Vizier, who was at least twice as tall as he and looked at him like an eagle on a small mouse.
"Hello, what do you ask for?" Jafar replied slowly.
"Let me offer you first-class jewels and ornaments for your beautiful wife," said the merchant, rattling the necklaces, bowing with a nose to the ground.
Jafar shook his eyelids suspiciously, and cast a stared look at the buyer when he was afraid of him.
"I'm not interested."
"But she would certainly deserve it. Let's be a generous sir once ... "the buyer convinced.
"No!" Jafar said resolutely.
There was a faint smile on his face. "As you wish," he said, running away, disappointedly.
Jafar did not turn to Rose and continued to devote himself to soldiers. The girl stared at it with astonishment. "Was that all? All you have to say is NO? "
"You know, Jafarrr has an authoritative voice," Yago explained. "It would be nothing valid for you, no one here listens."
Suddenly Bahadur approached them.
"Look, Rose, you should not talk to strangers," he said.
The blond girl turned to him. "And you should not be walking alone. Wait in the booth before you put up a tent. "Good advice, she thought.
"When I'm bored here, I'm so bored," Rose demanded, sitting on the edge of the stretcher when they reached them.
Bahadur sighed and sat down. "I understand. I also."
Rose gave him a curious look.
"The work of the soldier is terribly boring. All you have to do is stand all day and see if something is happening. And then it's the exercise and it's just soothed for nothing and no one's worth it. There has been no battle for long, and the criminals are all behind bars, "Bahadur told her, and Rose was sorry for her. Um, that's morality.
"Still, it's all worth it. Thanks to him."
"To whom?" Rose showed interest.
"Thanks to Jafar," Bahadur continued with admiration.
"He's a wonderful master. He can make a right decision in a flash of eye when everyone else is helpless; He understands everything and protects us even from the worst disasters. She is my mother and father in one person. I look up to him and appreciate him. It is worth living for him. I think that when a man has a look at him, he gives it strength and meaning. "
Rose shy silently. Bahadur expecting from that she begins to confess of his platonic relationship with Jafar. Now he could expect to be entrusted to him, and they would be closer to him, but Rose certainly did not want to, especially when she was still not sure what Jafar really felt about her, and she did not want Bahadur to do anything.
"You know Jafar well, do not you?" Rose asked, observing the camp.
"Just a little, he's a very difficult person," Bahadur said. "For a moment, dear, willing and a bit tough and dangerous. But in the end, everything will always work with him. "
Rose nodded. "But you've spent a lot of time with him, have you?" She said.
"Yes," Bahadur confirmed in his memories.
"What do you think she thinks of me?" Rose asked.
"You certainly have a great prize for him, otherwise he would not protect you," Bahadur said.
The price? Rose suddenly felt like a supermarket. She wanted to know what Jafar feels about her, and she would not want to be satisfied with the answer that what the customer made to the discounted goods. She knew Bahadur was close to Jafar, but she did not want to ask him about it, she thought for a moment.
"And what do you think of me?" She finally asked, throwing her hands.
"You are beautiful and unique as a glittering gem. If anyone deserves you in Agrabah, then only Jafar, "Bahadur replied without hesitation. Rose wondered how much Bahadur was respecting his commander.
"In love with the thorns ..." he commented on their conversation, Yago, and went away. Rose laughed and Bahadur then. Actually, they completely forgot the bird was there.
ROSE POV
Rose then spent some time in the booth and was thinking about Bahadur. Suddenly she did not seem so disgraceful and sorry, she was quite fond of his company. He admired his loyalty to his master.
What about Jafar doing now? Outside it had to be dark.
Soon Bahadur visited her again. Her tent was already standing, so she looked at him curiously. It was just a small tent for one person, barely sleeping.
"Try not to go overnight, oozing bloodthirsty mosquitoes," Bahadur instructed, "but if you still needed a toilet, you have a hole behind the tent."
"Ehm ... what hole?" Rose asked.
"Well, a hole in the sand," said Bahadur, as if it were a matter of course. "And do not worry about your safety, the guards will keep patrols all night. But be careful not to fall on the scorpion, it can be poisonous. "
Rose prayed to Allah to keep her from falling asleep after dark, and God knows what she would come up against. The prospect of urinating in a hole in the sand, as they watch her butt's ass, stab and suck up giant mosquitoes, and still poison the scorpion, she was really scary.
"And Jafar tells you that if you want, you can now visit him right now in his tent, but you have to hurry, because when the sun sets, he will have a job," Bahadur added.
Rose wondered what it meant "if she wanted to," and what kind of work he could have in the middle of the desert?
Jafar was more accustomed to command. But the offer, that was interesting, asked Bahadur to bring her to Jafar's tent ...
The visitor had a really large tent, big like a normal bedroom. There were guards in front of the entrance. Bahadur spoke to them quickly. Guards pushed Rose in, and Bahadur waited outside.
"Good to see you, Rose," said Jafar with Yago on his shoulder as he turned to her. It sounded a bit funny, because Rose was still quite hooded, so she did not see much of it.
"Hello," Rose said laconically, taking off the hated women's clothing.
Jafar looked at his face and smiled, and when Rose finally got rid of those black rags, he imagined he was undressing and moving away, so he lost his vigilance.
Fortunately, Rose did not know what was going on with her head, so she did not abuse it, though she was embarrassed by his strange, blind-minded expression.
"How are you?" Rose finally disturbed her from her mysterious imagination.
"As usual," Jafar said, humbling as he recovered. "But I hear you're bored on the road."
Rose thought Bahadur had to report to Jafar quite often. She nodded. "I have nothing to do with anyone to talk about."
"I know one game I could teach you to make your trip run faster," Jafar said, pointing to the chessboard spread over the carpet. Rose chose to pretend she did not know chess and let her explain all the rules. It was not the modern chess she knew. In the middle of the base line stood the place of King Shah, according to him the game was called chess and instead of the lady, a visor, a tall figure with a turban on his head. There are two elephants, two horses, and two towers at the edges. Jafar was so absorbed in his interpretation that he did not even know if Rose understood or was hopelessly lost.
When he finished the show, he set out for a show with Yago, who moved the figures with his beak and apparently played with Jafar several times. The game was slow and quite boring, because the pawns could only move one field from the starting position and the elephants were no more moving than the horses. The worst was a burglar that could move only diagonally and only one field, so he usually did not get too far from the shah.
Rose did not like the game; It was particularly frustrating that she was a birch on the chessboard, and that she was still incompetent. After a hundred and twenty turns she came
Ending, Jafar managed to get one of the pawns to his opponent's base line, replacing him as a champion.
"Would not it be better to turn it into a tower?" Rose asked strategically.
Jafar laughed, "how about? Spell? Such crap can only be attacked by a woman. From the pawn, he can only become a burglar when he proves his extraordinary talent. Turning into a tower is an idea ... "
"And would not you want to change the elephant?" Yago added amusedly.
Rose initially wanted to introduce Jafar to the lady, but now she realized that it would be really difficult to explain the transformation of the pawn to the lady, yet the change of gender would be something too modern to him.
Jafar continued his thoughtful thought and stroked his beard: "He might still be a shah, but he would have to get rid of the current Shah, the two sages of the empire can not ..."
One of the guards entered the tent. "Reverend Vizier, Ramses II. Awaits you, "he said.
"Tell him to come as soon as I pray," Jafar replied sharply.
The guard left, and Jafar stared at Yago.
"Oh yeah ..." Yago said, placing his shag like a beacon in his beak.
"That means giving up," Jafar explained to Rose. "So I won again."
"I had a harder position anyway," Yago said.
Immediately thereafter, Jafar stood up and shook off the grain of sand from his robes, and they looked up at him looking around his tent. He did not want the prince, but in his office he had to lecom a lecos and so Rose rode out of his tent with a hand touching her back so that she could go to evening prayer.
After a long time, we're here again!
We dug up to the first oasis and the relationship between Rose and Jafar is as calm as water but not for long. Be surprised.
Because of the realistic view, we decided that there would be references to prayers in the story, as Muslims pray a few times a day. So just a few words will appear here occasionally.
We also included a well-known play in the story, as the writer's chess has a great liking, and I think it's more than fit for Jafar's character.
Otherwise, thank you very much for the great viewing of our story!