Chapter 28
An unexpected treasure
The mummy grew stronger, the tissue formed by the blink of an eye, and a few breaths formed the muscles under the dry bandages. Pharaoh stood right in front of their eyes as a video of the spree of the incredibly rapid growth of children.
Nobody knew exactly how much power he had when he was back but nobody was going to wait, but fortunately, Jafar had a card in his sleeve, literally.
He pulled it out and cried out, "the cups of death, poisoning a drink in that cup!" He motioned.
The card had faded into a luminous dust, and he obediently fled into the cup. The mummy drank, but no longer tightened the bandages, where the well muscled muscles slammed down again in the opposite descent until it suddenly jerked.
She dropped the cup and her blood began to run from her nose. It was a wonder, though, that Rose had refused to ask what was going on in her veins.
Mummy had a different problem, her nose was blocked and forced her to sneeze.
Hpphhh!
She did not look as frightening as she'd beaten her when her legs were tangled.
"I did not know he would do this ..." Jafar said, thinking. As he did not care, the mummy walked around him in a surprisingly quick step and began to haunt Bahadura, who was retreating before her with a terrified expression of suffering.
The vase fell out of his hands and broke the floor.
The dead Pharaoh was almost there, but he was approving of a sudden bout of suffocating cough that forced him to drop his cup and grab his hands behind his neck.
And it's finally here to die, the second time, Rose was enjoying.
Jafar rushed to the rest of the vase as a greedy thief who wanted to collect the last pieces of his prey, pulled out a card and one big piece he had looked at, but he was not worth it, he was not gold or magically endowed, just plain ceramics, so he dropped it again.
Mummy slowly came to the debris and threw an unpleasant glance at the gaze.
But he already had a new card in his small pack.
"A card of frost, listen to my will!" He gestured, and a clear figure of a man's spirit formed from the card. The spirit was blowing violently, the mummy frowning, and the thin layer of ice froze her feet against the floor.
She roared helplessly on all sides.
Finally Pharaoh embraced and began to tear his teeth. He did not know the pain, but thanks to the effects of the Death Cup he began to act quite humanly.
Rose was beginning to feel sorry for him. But Jafar was inhuman. Without hesitation, he took the mumiin cup, put it to his mouth, whispered something, and then separated his card.
"Let's go," he gestured, heading for the portal. At that moment, however, one of the giant sculptures moved along the room and moved the way.
Jafar pointed at her stick and the statue shook. The millimeter began to recede along the millimeter.
"You are trying in vain, Pharaoh," Jafar said coolly.
"It's just a matter of time before we get out of here, you will not stop us."
Mummy had recovered, but she did not care about Jafara and fell to her knees. She grabbed the fragments of the vase and reached for the last of them, but did not reach for it. That big smile took Rose's hand, which was not afraid of the mummy.
The faint Pharaoh pointed at her, indicating he wanted to.
"You'd like to ask," Rose smiled. She doubted she would be somewhat unsteady
Pharaoh has dropped to something so polite.
She certainly did not consider it to be a torture even if he deserved his deeds.
"I'm waiting," she tapped the tip of her shoe to the ground.
Mummy, however, suddenly turned her hands and asked humbly. She also had the impression that she had no intentions and would not hurt her by the broken vase. It was a heartfelt request, so Rose was sorry, and the mummy handed it.
The blonde wondered what was so special about the ruined dusty weights?
Bahadur watched with astonishment from the wall to which he was stuck, preferring not to speak.
Pharaoh took the parcel and laid it down for the others on the pile.
He circled it with his hands, then immediately reduced the vase. Now there were pictures, frescoes that were not there before.
Mummy showed one of them Rose, but she did not understand and shook her head. The language barrier was terrible, so wait, did it have any language? Now she could not remember whether it was being removed from mummification, and that was perhaps why he was still gesturing with his hands.
She looked at the picture.
"Is this a woman?" She asked.
Mummy held out her hands and sent the spell to the girl, and she suddenly understood. It was the charm of understanding.
I wish it worked on Jafara, even if he knew it.
The girl became slightly confused as her eyes filled with various paintings and scenes. It was as if someone was lighting her with a lamp and throwing an old film.
"That's a story! Listen, Bahadur, "Rose whispered," Pharaoh's mother was proud and unruly, she did not care for him, and she was avoiding him, "she interpreted.
Pharaoh rolled the vase and pointed to another picture, and Rose continued, "She was nursing a nurse. She was really good at him, and he was wearing water in this weight. Before he could get enough, the nursing woman died mysteriously, her soul went into the underworld, and her body crumbled into dust. When his father died, and he himself became a god, he accused Pharaoh of death of nursing his mother and sent off evil.
He longed to resurrect the nurses of death and indulge in the life that he deserved, but he did not. He gathered all the magic of what he heard in order to reach his goal. Eventually, he managed to get in touch with Osiris, the god of the underworld, who offered him the choice. Either will bring the nursing soul from the underworld to the ground, but because her body is lost, she will survive in some subject, and suffer forever on Pharaoh's side, or stay in the underworld with the souls of her parents and relatives with whom she is happy. "
Pharaoh really liked her, she was his mother more than the real one, so she gave up her intention. After many years he died and his unfortunate curse against his mother turned to him. His soul was not let into the underworld and was condemned to eternal life on earth. The vase is an eternal remembrance of the woman who cared for him. "
The images on the scale faded and disappeared.
The statue behind the portal behind Jafar's back relaxed and let go completely.
"So! And now you see who's stronger, "Jafar praised, for he did not listen at all, and he wondered in his mind with other thoughts.
For God's sake, Rose thought, turning her eyes in the pillar. Idiot, how could anyone ever become a vision? He had a serious head just to keep his neck out.
He really listens only to himself and not to the other, frowning at his incongruity as Bahadur manly crouched behind her.
"Jafar was a really sad story, the poor man showed us our hearts and you did not hear it!" She whispered to the sorcerer, "to show some sympathy."
"I do not believe she has any of those bandages," he said, grinning, for he was still bewildered by the power he could show before others.
Rose wanted to start choking him.
"Lord, do not try it," Bahadur muttered, grinning at the girl's shoulder.
"What would this walking bag of rattlesnake do to me? Put me in the vase? "Jafar said ironically, but Pharaoh approached Rose and grabbed her hand.
It was a strange touch, as dry as toilet paper and the rotten smell ... SHIT.
Rose suppressed the urge to put on her nose and wipe her hand, but she did not want to offend him.
The mummy was incredibly skinny, the bandages covered its bones, and the remnants of dried flesh that no one wanted to chew on, it was too much left. If the hungry dogs were here, they would be cast on him.
But Mummy did not speak, but she pointed with her finger to the relocated statue on the opposite side of the hall. Faraon Rose stroked his arm gently with his other hand, as if thanking her for hearing him. She tried to endure and did not see how the hairs on her body were getting up from the walking piece of toilet paper.
"What is there?" She asked curiously, a matte yellow glow coming from the passage, which attracted the crypts into the tomb.
Jafar walked over and walked through the entrance. Likewise, Bahadur, who Rose and the mummy walked around with a cautious arc, obediently followed his master.
Rose wanted to go there too, but she felt a strangely strong hand on her wrist as if Pharaoh wanted to warn her not to go there.
JAFAR POV
Jafar was curious as to what the mummy wanted to show them, and so he went stupidly behind him, Bahadur stood behind his back, and they both stared at the room full of glittering gold as they passed.
There were minted coins from all over the world. The hills of the goldscrapers lined here like the haystacks hung over each other, the sea of shimmering stones flashed like pebbles that thrown the golden sea, painted vases, bronze spears and swords, jewels and gold statues of Egyptian gods.
Bahadur stood there, shocked, his mouth open, and Jafar opened his mouth as well.
Both of them were trapped.
Everything suddenly shrouded in darkness, and gold ceased to exist, but it was still hidden under a blanket of black waiting for a terrible night.
"They have! My leg! "Bahadur cried when Jafar lifted his thumb.
"Calm down," said the viscer, angrily, that he had jumped on such a cheap trick of an old mummy.
He should have known. Nothing was so easy.
"Where is Rose?"
The two of them began to turn in the dark, but no female voice answered them.
"He's still on the other side," he said, adding to a great soldier.
Suddenly there was a scream from the next room, and the men stood for a few seconds, blinking to the passage, trying to get out, in vain. The statue of Anubis stood there as if she were hanging.
Bahadura's muscles just played under the sunburned skin, but his strength did not work, and eventually he only began to run like a bull from that futile effort.
Suddenly there was something behind the couple. It was as if dwarfs were splashing in a small waterfall and then on another side.
Sinking and finally ...
"Do you tear your teeth?" Jafar asked sharply, as if someone like his best man was scared.
"No, I do not ..." the voice beside him ran.
"So what ..."
The sorcerer finally reacted and tapped the end of the stick to the floor, the room lit the red light from the eyes of his cobra.
There was a circle around them that was familiar to Jafar.
A small black beetle big as a glass from glasses, covering the floor like a big oil spill. They were climbing one another and there was no way to step down, luckily the light kept them on, but they made a strange, unpleasant sound as if they were clicking hungry chunks.
"What is it about the beast?" Bahadur drew his Turkish sword, but it was unnecessary against those bunkers, he would not have hit one, maybe if he was dancing a stalker and all of them was crushed, but the skarabs would have been barking him on the bone or at least his thumbs.
"Scarabs, carnivorous beetles, do not come close to them and follow me in the circle of light," the bishop told his hip, thinking quickly of what he would do with the situation.
None of the cards would help them at this point, physical strength no longer at all.
So he had to rely on his magic and sophistication, and Rosin's cry again, and Bahadur looked back at the closed passage.
"We have to help her," he urged, and in his unhappiness he did not even realize that they were in the same pestilence as she did.
"First I have to solve this problem," Jafar growled over his shoulder, and then he finally thought of it.
ROSE POV
Rose did not understand what was going on, the toilet paper pulled her to her tomb and lost the vase completely!
That the bastard lied to her? Or God knows why the piece of pottery was no use to him.
If previously the mummy looked fragile and clumsy, she was really strong now.
Rose fought her every millimeter as she pulled her closer and closer to the pedestal.
"Let me go! You hear! I'm kicking your butt! "She cried, raising her leg, kicking the pharaoh straight into the crotch, not just the place she had in mind, but it did not move with it, any other man would get to his knees while holding back tears, she cared.
Pharaoh just stooped and growled uneasily, unable to speak.
Still, he probably had the dish that had dropped between his legs because he was lining it up and dragging her back again.
Perhaps the longer he was awake, the stronger he was. She did not like that.
Damn it, hell!
Rose straightened her legs until she unbuttoned one of her boots, jerked her and managed to get her mummy to rip but she ended up on the floor and worse, not only had her clothes from the dust and sand, but her hands were stuck with hers and this time also torn.
Pharaoh's fingers held her firmly against his wrist, but his body was two meters further, with both parts of the body connecting only a stretched bandage.
Rose began to scream, it looked like an extended hand from Adams' family.
The blonde was only able to grab her shoe from the ground when something struck her and forced her to get up.
Mummy pulled her hand back together with her, and she smoothly joined her back with her shoulder.
"You, let me go, or I'll tear you to pieces like origami!" The girl raged and began to beat him with the flat side of her boot and, behold, she became entangled in the bandages on his chest and was already tangled in them.
"Hey! That's mine! Check it out! "
Mumie did not respond, and she fiddled with her again to her grave.
"What do you want to do with me? Do you want to kill me? I warn you, I know kung fu! Karate. Russian Hip Hop, I know all of the Triada! They'll find you! "
Rose began to fall asleep, trying to tread on her toes at her feet, kicking her legs, tearing herself up like a cat you held on the back of your skin. Nothing valid, Pharaoh finally shrieked at her, almost fainting from his breath.
"You freaks! Do not do this anymore! "SHIT!
But it had already brought her to the fallen sarcophagus. He slipped himself on the edge and dragged it there.
"What? I will not sleep with you. Jafar! Bahadur help! JAFAR! "She screamed from her lungs, and the mummy pulled her over the edge and pulled herself down.
He will not die here, he must not. She did not want such death. That I was here at all, next time Jafar will promise something! So if next time ...
Mummy had already forced her to kneel, and the thought of her sitting on her lap made Rose sick.
The grave was cold and the bandages underneath it were uncomfortably dry and ruffled like leaves in the wind whenever it moved.
She had to make her fall even further down. The lid over her head began to move and cover them.
A quarter, a half, there was only a strip of light and hope.
There was an explosion in the room that rocked the floor and all around it, but the lid was closed completely, and Rose was in the utter darkness with the cursed oven that wanted to take over the little souvenir for eternity.
Mummy touched her knees with her fingers, then went up to Rosie's delicate thighs and dared to touch her bare skin under the soft cloth of silk skirt.
The girl breathed quickly in horror, pulling her free knees in her knees to push the lid off, but she held it tight.
She propelled her back and tried it once more, wiping her body beneath her, still lucky not to have it.
"Put your hands away!" She whispered when the mummy touched her thighs, and she obliviously obeyed her.
Pharaoh left her legs, threw his arms around the woman's arms and joined them to her girl's back. So he pushed her against each other.
It was disgusting but Rose did not have the strength to pull away and was forced to lean forward.
JAFAR POV
Pieces of rubble and rocks literally exploded into the main hall, and the jackal head rolled down the opposite wall.
Dust slowly settled down and Bahadur began to cough as Jafar strategically covered his mouth with his sleeve.
"It was tight," said the thunderbolt, and when they walked in, they waited a few seconds for the rubble to settle.
"Are they?"
The watchman began to look around, but no one was there. Only the flames on the walls still flared.
Did not it give him peace, where could they just disappear? That they would leave the corridor they came here?
"We will not be far," Jafar said as they stepped out of the hall. The treasure was not interested for the moment, he did not run away.
"Where do you think they are?" Bahadur inquired, keeping his sword in his hand as if expecting danger ...
Jafar grabbed one of the meadows on the wall, and with Bahadur running down the corridor as a race. The whistle had almost gone out of them.
They passed the branch and ran to the hole they had entered the pyramid. They were breathing.
Jafar looked out. It was a dark night, and neither mummy nor girl's footprints.
Literally - not even in the sand before the pyramid. Jafar looked around and thought.
"It was probably a dirty trick again," he said with contempt.
"If he went this way, there would have to be fresh tracks. It was our wind that could get us down. Moreover, I do not want to believe that Pharaoh just escaped from all his sources of magic. That would be foolish, the pyramid is the strongest. Unless somehow it would have lifted life from Rose, it would have to
undoubtedly to do here or in the immediate vicinity. Besides the pyramid, I do not even notice any strange magic. "
It did not make sense.
Jafar turned back to the hole in the wall and the broken cartouche.
"Perhaps he was hiding in the queen's funeral chamber."
"I do not know," Bahadur replied, "the question is if his queen can also revive, otherwise I do not think what Rose would need."
Jafar did not intend to rely too much on Rose, but the rescue of the girl was his priority, right after the card, of course.
"I'll look at it anyway," he said firmly.
They both went inside and climbed to the branch, where the narrower horizontal corridor separated.
Jafar left Bahadura's meadow and instructed him to guard the junction of the corridors. He himself shined his shaft and went to explore the tomb of the queen.
He went there but found nothing special. No powerful source of magic, everything was quite common and there was complete silence. He looked at the sarcophagus, but the queen's mummy looked quite usually dead and dry as it should be.
Jafar returned to Bahadur and went up to Pharaoh's hall. The floor still decorated the layer of rubble from the wrecked wall.
They found a closed sarcophagus, and there was a muffled woman's scream from inside: "Take away the mummified dumbbell!
Jafar smiled. He understood what was happening, which, surprisingly, despite his situation, calmed down.
"Are we pulling her out?" Bahadur demanded urgently with his bearded face.
Jafar, however, was quite calm, because he did not lie in the sarcophagus with a perverse mummy but somebody else, and he was already drawing a plan.
"In a moment. I'm desperately exhausted from this run. First, I will gather the mana, and then I will do it with that damn joke so that it will forever regret that it has stretched its shameful hands to the woman who belongs to me. "
"And does not Rose happen?" Bahadur feared but nodded.
"Nothing that could not be cured in a few days," said Jafar.
"Just playing with her like a cat with a mouse." The bishop sat on the debris layer and meditated to gather the psychic powers.
Rose, however, has just started to run the same forces.
Those nasty, rotting, soaked hands were also under her clothes and did not help, nor
when Rose emphasized that she was not necrophil.
Mummy and Rose enjoyed passionately, but the girl could not say the same thing.
Pharaoh's hands pulled her old high-heeled shoes, which she had been hiding under his clothes all the time.
Hanging for a moment stopped, or concentrated on the shoes, but when Rose began to hope she was happy with them, Pharaoh set them up somewhere and threw her again with the newly discovered curiosity.
The girl had decided to do some other kicks, but they did not help, and she was terribly frightened by the idea that it could continue until the end of her life.
Had she at least raped her normal body, but this was the worst disgrace she had ever touched her in her life.
Her strength was coming, and she was certain she would be faint every now and then.
Jafar stood up, took a golden cup from the floor, and filled him with sand from the debris. He then enchanted him with a powerful and difficult spell.
"Stand a little further, and when I say you pull out Rose," he ordered his hip hop.
"Order!" Saluted Bahadur.
Jafar stood for the sarcophagus, holding a powder cup in his left hand and a second stick. He stretched out his hands and concentrated.
The sarcophagus lid began to squeeze slowly and reveal its dark contents. When she was barely removed from her half, she was thrust into a hideous hand.
There was a bad sound.
But Jafar poured the powder into the sarcophagus, carefully spraying it, and his hand dropped again. When the lid opened completely, Rose and the mummy were sleeping inside with a deep, sleepless sleep. It even seemed to be balding.
"Now!" Said Jafar.
Bahadur came to the grave, and with the resentment in Rose's face he removed those shameful hands. He pulled it out
out and laid on the floor. Jafar began to close the sarcophagus lid by his own power.
"Wait!" Bahadur shouted.
The bishop stopped the lid and threw Bahadur a questioning look. He saw sympathy on his face.
The guard took a vase from the floor.
"Please do not ask me why," he said, placing a vase in the sarcophagus beside the sleeping mummy.
Jafar did not ask and closed the lid.
Bahadur took Rose into his arms and marched her out into the fresh air, sitting there on the first line of the Ramses pyramid, and putting the girl on her lap. She looked vulnerable as a small child, although some proportions of her body were all female.
The light of the moon shone on her face, making her even fainter and younger than usual.
"Hey, you two, come with me, I need you to do something. Take your bags and tools, "the bayonder said to the two strong men of his guard, who had stayed away for the time being.
"Yes, a venerable visitor!" The men stopped playing dice and stood beside each other.
Jafar definitely did not want to go empty.
But he had a good feeling because the card was now safe behind his red serpent despite all the pharaoh's lures ...
He turned and pointed to the entrance, the soldiers rushing in the direction of something big, and they were proud to have chosen them as their henchmen.
Bahadur did not move with Rose or just rock her or tremble with her?
The Hulk tried to awake the girl gently, but she just murmured something but nothing.
"Rose, come on, it's okay, wake up, it's me," he tried to talk to her. She did not help, then shook her, too, and finally gave her a slap.
It did not bother with her either.
"Bahadur," said Jafar, who stood in front of him, and his high shadow fell on the pair, and the visitor's most faithful man looked up at his master with worries on his face.
"My lord, he does not want to wake up."
Jafar frowned slightly, bent over and checked Rose's pulse, was regular, and eventually his thumb and forefinger opened his right eye cap.
The pupil was widespread and tended to look up.
Jafar said, "It's just unconscious, it's going to be a shock, nothing to worry about, it's likely to be awake at any moment," he replied confidently, but for sure he reached out and stuck the slap on the other side. Nothing.
"It may take a while," he said, turning his eyes in the pillar, and sighed, as he walked away to the door to guide his men and do not yell all night.
Bahadur received no orders and watched Rose, who was lying in his arms.
A few curls of golden hair that he admired had escaped beneath that dark hat.
Now, when she did not look, the face of his face had cracked somewhat, and he could look at her with enchantment and lust.
He stretched out his strong hand in silence, and on his index finger he wound one of his pale curls. She was soft and flexible.
Bahadur almost groaned.
He would have liked to take his hair with a handful and take it to them, but he was just content to look at the sleeping beauty and observe it secretly.
If Jafar was not here, he would force her to be his, but he was too indebted to his master, the treasure belonged to him, he did not have the slightest claim. But he could at least protect her like he did now. The bishop believed him and he valued the most. He will not disappoint him.
Honor was a great honor for him, and he did not want to dirty her with her hands. What Jafar did for him, he could not pay back, and that's why his life belonged to him, and he could do as he wanted to do with him ...
The adventure in the pyramid is slowly coming to an end, and the poor Rose is now a jerk, but do not forget God's mills he :-)
Pharaoh has all transferred them nicely, but on his story there will be some grain of truth. But we have to add him a point of ingenuity when we take into account that he is after death: D
What's next? Well, back to Agrabah, which will not be easy, and surely there will be no interesting stops.
Will Rose want her part of the treasure to stay and how does it get it? Let's surprise :-)
And one more detail that will be revealed in the next chapter and what is behind the card they seized :-) Laugh at the laughter for it.