Chapter 27
Pyramid
After that incident, Rose ran straight into her blue booth and closed. She could not even think of another stay in a tent full of scorpions and other crap. So if Jafar thought that crap. But she was otherwise confused and tattered, full of shame, but also of passion and impatience.
What had she done again, did the senses have given up her service again? At some point she responded to Jafar as if it were a big magnet to which she was attracted.
She had to go crazy or have to go crazy.
After a moment she lay on her back, and her right fingers slid over her stomach and her lower abdomen into her lap.
It was so spontaneous that she was surprised to feel the treacherous dampness beneath her fingers.
Rose felt this exciting spot and drove back and forth, imagining Jafar just as he had robbed the pyramid, and all the shining treasures of the world offered her to her feet, confessing her secret love, and kneeling before her, stretching her legs, and tasting...
The idea of Rose was extremely excited to desire Jafar, not after what it was. An arrogant bloody mizer who thought he was the master of the world.
What is he doing right now?
Rose thought maybe she was just what she was, but she'd rather spit the thought out of it, because it filled her with far more tempting ideas and ideas. She thought Yafar's secret love story further and further, imagining what other wonderful treasures she would give her. How to strip her, brush her skirt, kiss her legs and ankles. The thigh, belly and breast ...
When she woke up in the morning confused, she could not remember whether she eventually reached the orgasm, but she was optimistic that she did.
She felt great. Deferred. She spent the day with Yago again, and while he did not care, concentrating on cheating in the lady, she had more and more of Jafar's past. She felt more and more prepared for the role of science, and she was well with Yago, and with her, too. Rose thought to get rid of Jafar and leave Yago for herself, but decided not to try.
She would turn him back against herself, and she knew what she was up to, and that it would not be a problem to get rid of him or send him to jail.
It could happen that Jafar will have two golden sticks, one for weekdays and another for special events. Not to mention that Rose certainly did not control magic like Yadira.
Rather she did not control her at all, but it was a detail.
Rose was wondering how Jafar would look when she saw her again yesterday. But that evening she was waiting for her a surprise. As she peered out of the booth, she found she was not in the oasis. They reached a large, stone town.
"Finally!" Yago giggled. "There will be a feast, we'll go to Jerusalem!" Yago went out to look for Jafar and sniff at the local market.
But as soon as she got out of Rose, a saber came in her way.
"Hey, come on," said Agrabah, the guard, who held her between him and the booth.
"What? Why? My legs are hurting, I need to stretch, "Rose said.
"You'll stay in the stretcher tonight, it's Jafar's order," he explained.
"Can I talk to him about it? I'm not a prisoner! "She looked around and saw that the other slaves who traveled with them were quietly wandering around the wagons.
Should that be like Jafar's punishment or what?
"No," said the guard. "Find out."
Rose chuckled, but she obeyed and returned to the booth.
That coward! Does he use such means so I do not have to look into my eyes? I do not care! Wait Jafar! I'll print your sandal on your face!
While last night Jafar was a passionate lover for her, treasuring her treasures, she imagined him today as a cowardly cunning woman who can not cope with her feelings, provided she has one.
In fact, Jafar was neither one nor the other, and his soul was still hiding many wonders and surprises that neither Yago nor Rose, and maybe even Jafar himself, had.
The next day, Rose spent with Yago, who apologized to Jafar, explaining that Jerusalem might come across pilgrims from around the world, and who knows what might happen if someone saw her and she spoke. Especially Jafar knew of her advanced opinions, do not blame God to get involved in the talk of faith. Stubborn men would be able to ston her for one crooked word. It was for her own protection.
Rose thought about Jafar's intentions and reminded Yago as he was in the cage.
In the evening, the caravan stopped in a smaller settlement. Rose had the full head of the Vizier, both in the positive and the negative sense, so she went straight after him to explain it. Bahadur had to run to keep up with her vibrating legs.
But the busier shocked her.
As she took the veil from him and looked into his eyes, he talked to her as if nothing had happened between them. As if he had forgotten it. It has incited her internally, she has been thinking for two days. Hanged in that crate!
She did not find any hints of emotion or excitement on her face that would be related to that annihilated seduction or yesterday's ban, just such a fairly natural stone face that was about to scratch.
Rose wanted to put her tea in the death cup and ask him if he loved her, or he was just playing with her, but he had the card and definitely not give it to anyone. The blonde was hurting that he must have all the cards in his custody as if he did not trust anyone else ...
For the next few days, they wandered mostly along the Mediterranean coast, but otherwise they did not know anything special, they finally arrived in Cairo, where they were magnificently welcomed according to their style in a great style ...
JAFAR POV
In the afternoon, Jafar told the Egyptian court to declare that he had made himself sick and did not accept any visits under the death penalty.
Rose did well that Ramses was breaking his head at the Agrabah feast that he had eaten that he was so bad, and now he is ashamed of his bad treat.
After Jafar had prepared for the whole event in his room, he then sneaked out with Rose, Bahadur, and two other loyal soldiers out of the city, and walked together along the path to the pyramid stuck somewhere in the desert.
None of them had a compass, there was no such thing at this time, and the sailors followed the stars, but the wizard led them proudly through the streets of the city, from which they were lost, so they had to ask drunken Muslims who were returning back home for a trip under the veil of the night.
In the nose on their backs they carried food and drink supplies, tents, boots, and other aids, if something happened for a few days.
Yago stayed in Cairo, where he was supposed to oversee the Agrabay squad unofficially, except Jafar and Rose were the most intelligent.
About five miles from the city suddenly stopped. Jafar spread a huge carpet from the local market on the rock, tightly sewn to the exact order of several smaller carpets.
Then he pulled out the card and said, "The sesame card, lend me my ability - flying!"
The card slid into a small, luminous grain that formed a woman's figure, but it spread across the carpet and disappeared into it. The carpet gently lifted a foot above the ground and sailed there.
On this large means of transport, everyone headed for the pyramid at a speed that was unattainable on foot. Jafar explained to Rose that the bigger the carpet, the more it would take.
Soon they landed at the huge, deserted pyramid in the desert, towering like a lighthouse in the sea.
"You two will stay here and wait for us," said Jafar sharply, "only me, Bahadur and the scientist will come in."
"I'm curious to get inside," Rose said, looking at the size of the giant pyramid.
"I'm more curious about how we get out," Bahadur said, seeing that the burglary was not good for him, and he had imagined how Allah was going to punish him.
Rose was a bit surprised that Jafar was showing such bold pieces in front of the guards, rather waiting for the guys to scream at the carpet, but their stone faces reminded her of a Chinese wall without a touch of emotion.
"Are you afraid you will not get out of Bahadur with that shovel?" Rose sighed.
The man behind her back did not want to shake and said, "I believe my lord."
It's to your own will. Jerk.
"But surely the venerable visitor will get us all of it, is it?" She said provocatively loud in the night to hear Jafar.
But he had no answer.
As they went behind, the figure in the front stopped suddenly and glanced over her shoulder. Rose coughed, struck her, "what again?" she laid her hands on her chest, but she did not see the wizard in her face.
"This is called accountability, you should teach this word, and now, as a science, tell us where the door is," the Vizier went seriously to the point.
The girl quickly thought, trying to get out of her brain what she knew about TV documents. There is an entrance in each pyramid, it must be on the other side, because no one saw it when they were on the carpet. Logical. Perhaps it will be enough for him.
"We have to get around," she said with a finger in the air, "it will be around that corner, I'm sure."
Jafar looked at her doubtfully, but did not say a word and set off.
They had the first largest row of stone blocks in each of the ever smaller flat squares to stand up to the sky. Rose reminded her of lego, but she doubted that the slaves who had been doing some work for some dying mammals in a white skirt for years.
"Um, do you think there might be ghosts?" Bahadur asked thoughtfully, closing the group as long, sharp and wide, exactly in that order from the front.
The brave Bahadur, which Rose thought that nothing could scatter him, looked around quickly like a kid waiting for an attack.
"There's no such thing as a woman," he growled.
"You're afraid!" She grimaced.
"Certainly not, I'm not afraid of anything," he said unsteadily, striking his fist in his chest.
Definitely, she thought.
As Rose looked over him over the shoulder, she did not notice that the bishop stopped again, and after the shock she realized that Jafar was staring at her, and she was crushed to him.
"Eh, I apologize to Jafar, but you should stop with this," she muttered, preferring to step back, shuddering as the cold night was under her robes, she could certainly think of better fun than playing the treasure hunter, , this adventure might be worth it. And the pile of precious stones gold, golden plates, vases ...
Well, that hard-hearted man is not going to need it anymore.
"That Rose door," the Vizier reminded her, pulling the girl out of the raving thoughts, sinking in the goldsmiths, and throwing her hands.
Jafar staggered his fingers into the golden stick.
This time the girl looked around her. They stood on the corner where they could see the new side of the pyramid, but there was no entrance anywhere.
"Okay, so he'll be behind that corner."
The bishop snarled about the fact that the woman's orientation was not worth anything, and he stepped back more vigorously. He and his was no better than they had convinced in Cairo.
The group slowly moved around the pyramid.
Frankly, if it happens, it has only four walls, Rose thought. Fortunately, as soon as the horn continued, a stone path lined with sculptured goddesses with animal heads flowed toward the pyramid, leading directly to a smaller object in the desert, perhaps a small temple, a reservoir or a goaula transition chamber.
Yeah, the stargate ... she was dreaming of her favorite series. On the contrary, the goose's skin was jerking over her, but what if it is true? No, crap is just a fiction, there is nothing like that, though Jafar has already convinced her about the opposite of magic.
HA HA had to gnash it. But explaining to Jafar what it is preferring to be closer to, but she does not want to make herself clever and to scare Bahadur.
"There it is, I said it and you did not trust me," she scolded offendedly, trying to sound important.
"That's where we get on the road, and that one in the distance that building, it's a small temple for goats. They come with a star gate, but you have to be careful not to eat them. They are very hungry and dangerous. "
Rose wondered how Jafar nodded seriously, he was alert and hypnotized the ordinary brick building, which was more of an insignificant storehouse.
They walked for a while and passed the animal sculptures around human beings. In front of them was a small pantheon, a square object, along which were built strong pillars. Such a small hall.
Jafar stood for a few seconds before the high statue of a god faltering his head, proudly throwing a spear like his stick.
"Let's go," Rose said as she stepped forward, hoping to survive, but what could happen there? They walked calmly, for a while they were wandering, taking a card, drinking and disappearing, except that a wall falls on them, punctured poisonous needles, smells poison, falls into a pit full of snakes, or crushes a ceiling with sharp spikes, but that's a detail.
JAFAR POV
Jafar was still in the eye, there was nothing out there. The night was silent, the people walked here during the day to pray in the pantheon they just entered, although without a roof, but still there were numerous traces of the sand.
Jafar walked with care and stroked his manicured beard as he looked around for the interesting architecture of the worked columns.
His staff, with every step of the way, rang the floor, issuing a hollow sound that spoke as if a god's prophet had come.
Even the statue-lined road was beautiful, but his gaze was lost to Rose.
She looked excited as a small, sly child.
He had to smile as funny as it was.
However, she was still skeptical about her divination, and to say that she trusted her only half-heartedly in that regard, but even if he had prevented her from confronting her small group, he now stood first on the closed entrance, standing right in front of them.
"Do you have a key?" Rose approached her back and peered over them on a solid wall with a carved cartoon, "maybe it would trigger a mechanism, a lever, something ..."
But Jafar ignored her and stared at two of the same wings that formed the engravings of two Egyptian paintings.
He does not like to destroy the art, but he probably will not avoid it, as the entrance was walled and he did not open without losing it, or he did not know how.
"Stand back!" He ordered firmly and walked away a few meters from the entrance.
Bahadur put Rose on his shoulder with his big hand and pulled it in the background.
The sorcerer has prepared himself for his spell, while on his way to Egypt he has saved all his energy to use it, and he has not been too exhausted, but when he was like a card, he clenched his nails and did not let it until he got it.
He stood there, feeling the magic running around him at the ends of his fingers, his veins up to his heart and back. He had to be careful, he did not want the entrance to the pantheon to crash on their heads and get them down, so he decided for something other than a devastating explosion that would make a big enough hole to pass.
There was nothing to be seen through the darkness, but then the dark-eyed figure of the Vizier came directly to the door and pressed her full palm against them. It shone with phosphorous green, and the stone began to pour, sprout and literally dissolve as if you poured on it an acid that scatters everything that stands in its way.
In a few seconds ahead of them, the hole was big enough to slip through them without difficulty.
"Behind me!" Jafar said, bending to disagree with his turban and enter the tomb.
"Have you heard? Behind him! "Rose said dramatically, letting Bahadura go ahead.
But all three of them covered the impenetrable darkness as they crossed the threshold of the pyramid.
"Eh, I do not want to hurt but I do not see anything," Rose added to black-and-white nudity, and when she touched her, she screamed that all dead and undead mummies would be awake.
"Calm," Bahadur said, and as soon as the miracle illuminated without warning, and the corridor burned with the red light that emitted the eyes of the golden cobra to Jafar's sticks, they all had an interesting picture.
Rose stood there, and the hand that touched her was though Bahadur was pressed against her right breast, which fit just into his big palm.
"Hands away from the mouthpiece!" She slapped at her, and he immediately drew his hand in shame, looking at him, as well as Jafar glanced cautiously.
Bahadur growled, "it was a coincidence," but he did not say otherwise.
The group went on in, and Rose was beginning to have claustrophobia, it seemed as if the walls were narrowing slowly though it was not true, the hall just sloping down under the ground.
Bahadur did not speak with her, but she knew he was watching her. She trusted him as well as Jafar, and she was tense with what he might find, it was not often that you were going to secretly rob a tomb.
After several meters, beautiful paintings began to appear on the walls, but no swept tapestries but rather new and distinctive.
Various religious scenes from the lives of gods and humans drawn from their skewed profile.
Hyeroglips were engraved with something sharp and some were just painted, but she did not understand it anyway, but she understood the precious stones that had begun to shine when the light of Jafar's stick fell on them.
Small ruby-sized nails on her thumb glittered on the walls of flying red stars, perhaps from the scene of seven Egyptian wounds.
From what Rose remembered from biblical stories, it would be good if Ramses's grandfather had a little bit of a bastard, for instead of letting slaves go free, the bastard had to kill all the firstborn before he defeated the defeat.
Justice. Tit for tat.
Rose quickly tugged Bahadur behind her vest because she was going in front of her, "do you have a little dagger?" She whispered conspiratorially and grinned at him.
The guard only raised his eyebrows, but without hesitation he reached his waist and pulled a curved Arabic dagger long like a forearm from the leather case next to his sword.
Rose grasped it and peeked into a plaster under a ruby and liked it. The metal screamed against the wall as she did not fiddle several times, but did not give up. Even if it keeps the super glue there, it will take a few of them.
Bahadur watched in silence, and probably tried to control himself when he saw what his dagger was using. He did not say a word, but was afraid to hurt himself.
Rose had already scrubbed two stones when Jafar returned to them because he noticed that nobody was following him.
"Theft is criminal," he said impatiently, perhaps he had already seen himself hugging the card, but he waited, he had enough money, but her fund was empty.
"I do not care, it's just interest," she grinned happily, another ruby made a POP and dropped her into her palm.
"Let's go," he growled with a nose and walked away from them. As he moved away, the girl had no chance of scraping anything, because the hall had covered the ink in darkness, so at least she had put it in a small pouch under the robes she had before by the expedition.
"I'll be back," she glanced back after the last bloody flash on the wall with a hungry promise, following her two guides deeper into the pyramid.
Jafar, Rose, and Bahadur went up and down the rising corridor now. They passed the branch. The corridor spread, and on the left and on the right, the stone pedestals began to be repeated regularly, with carefully carved sculptures. But Jafar ignored them, his gaze fixed in the distance. They walked through the short marble pre-entrance and through the stone portal into the high dark hall.
"It smells a little," Rose said.
"These are probably the remains of balm," Jafar said. He lit four rays and set them on the walls to illuminate the hall.
"You also have to know everything, it can be a dead rat, too," she said.
Rose and Bahadur had noticed that there were four huge statues on the pedestal beside the walls, and on the other side a sarcophagus, reminiscent of a brick wall covered with a thick lid. There were boxes full of clothes, ornaments, sticks, talisman, ceramics, and so on, no gold. There was only a stand-alone vase between them.
The Loudes were weak on such a large hall, so it remained gloomy and scary, but at least they saw where they were. Jafar pulled out a phosphorescent green scarab-shaped pendant, now packed with new magic. For a moment he concentrated on it, and a jade green jet spilled out of the pendant, pointing to the bottom of the suspect vase.
"He's in that weight. The card is in that weight! "Cried Jafar. "Bahad, take her."
Bahadur picked up the vase, picked it up and looked at her.
"I do not see anything there," he said.
"Because it's dark, but this search charm is reliable," Jafar insisted. Indeed, the beam from the pendant still stood to the bottom of the vase. Because he did not need the scarab, Jafar canceled his charm with his palm and hid the pendant back in his pocket.
"It's cold in the fridge," Rose said.
"What is the fridge?" Asked Bahadur.
"It's a big wardrobe where it's cold, you can eat food and it's not spoiled."
"We use excavated pits or stone cellars, packing them with meat or barrels."
"The fridge is better," Rose said.
"And in what? It's the same, "Bahadur did not understand, and the girl rolled her eyes.
"No, the fridge is emitting electricity," Rose wanted to say the last word, which was good, because Bahadur did not have to say anything anymore, and he broke his head about what electricity could be and why the fridge was eating it.
Suddenly, there was a sound of stinging stones.
Jafar grasped his staff tightly in both hands and was alert, but only Rose noticed that the sarcophagus lid was moving slowly. With her horror, a icy sweat broke through her horror. And when a low hand came out of the lid and reached for the outer edge, the blonde cried out in horror.
"It moves! It's out! "
Jafar turned and noticed the mummy, who was slowly recovering from her resting place.
Rose ascended to Bahadur and embraced him as a young child when he needed to cure his parents; she sensed that even Bahadur was more terrified than she was, but she still suffocated her, and if she did not hold her, she would take her legs on her shoulders. The only Jafar stood fearless and silent.
"Kill it, quarry it, sleep it, do something Jafar! It's full of bacilli than it's all up! "
Suddenly, the mummy surprised her leg to the edge and slapped herself to the ground. The undead do not know the pain, so she rose again.
Rose slowly began to fall asleep.
Jafar smiled.
"He's weak," he said. "Immature, but weak, it will not be an obstacle to my ability," he said.
Mummy stepped over Jafar. The eyes of the cobra on his shadows lit up and the mummy crashed back to the sarcophagus an invisible hand of destiny. The band of dressings lifted her hand, and there was something out of her mouth that reminded her of the curses. Then she reached for the golden cup that stood near her on the big chest. She grabbed him with both hands, and her wry vocal cords spoke an incomprehensible spell.
The cup began to fill itself with a dark red liquid.
"That's blood!" Rose shouted, seeing the liquid screeching on the ground as the mummy shakes her hands.
Ramses's remains were sipped, and new muscles began to appear under the bandages on their hands and chest. With each sip, the mummy grew stronger and straightened.
"Damn it," Rose said.
Another part of my favorite novelty Thousand and one night :-) I hope you have not mistrusted me since it would be a pity for me. I will try to add it faster but it's more like a little bit than a little something with a friend we write, it takes a while and then I put it together.
Today we have just gotten to the slightest mystery with a pyramid.
Mummy and her adventure are in sight, what is there waiting for and what trauma does it have? What are the consequences and how does our trio learn to steal?
What about the card? Does Skarabeus designate a place to be there at all?
There is still a lot of mystery that we have to decipher together because even the mummy has its secrets as well as any of our heroes but I guess you disappoint Bahadur really is not the prince Jafar good-hearted soul and Rose science: D