Chapter 29
Return
The man's devotion reached beyond the grave, and he would have believed that his benefactor would pull him out. He regarded himself as his best aide, to whom he could rely, and it was the reverse.
Devotion.
Bahadur dropped Rose's golden curl from his finger, and instead placed all five on her face. She was as soft as porcelain as the finest grained silver.
His thumb went blissfully over his cheek until a loud cough broke out of his meditation.
It seemed like an eternity when he could admire this woman, and the others returned with the full sacks of gold and the valuables they could take away.
"Do not get her, let's go!" Jafar pointed out to him as if he was touching his hands with something he did not have, such as his sticks, for which he would have been punished.
Everyone moved to the carpet, and the contents of the sack of sacking tossed him to the heels and other equipment they did not even need. The bishop put his card in the carpet and he got back and headed for Cairo.
But they had to be careful not to see them and land again from the city, where three more men were waiting for them to help them.
It took some time for the bags to be moved to the next four, so that the horses could be hijacked by them and did not run under them like a spaghetti, and then Jafar was thrown into the saddle of one of the Arabian Purebreds. Hasan's standards did not even have size, but it was enough for the moment.
As he turned over his shoulder to look at the preparations, he noticed how Bahadur still cares about Rose as an old nurse.
He felt an embarrassing stab of envy in his chest and propelled his horse to him.
"Give it to me," he ordered without further explanation, and the thunderbolt hesitated for a few seconds as if he did not want to give up her heat and smell.
"Is that it?" The impatient wizard asked, with the threatening undertones of someone he did not want to play with.
But this time, Bahadur had suppressed his protective bond, ceased to do the Rose carrier, and handed her body to his master.
Jafar dragged her to him and laid it in front of her to protect her body. Rose's back was leaning against the bend of his hand, and he shot his hull so that he had the gold head on his shoulder or his height under his shoulder. So it did not blow the desert sand at her face.
"We're going!" He dropped his escort and headed for Cairo.
Even now, with this hops, Rose did not show any sign of waking up, and that made him worry less, but not so much to solve it right now. He needed to rest like everyone else, Rose had a little head start.
With one hand, the wearer gripped the leather brace firmly, and the other brought Rose back to herself in front of the whole world and the cold of the night, so as to alleviate her discomfort as much as the sand swirled behind them as when Allah began to desert the desert.
YAGO POV
"Hey!" Yago shouted as Jafar's hand gave Rose a slap.
"What are you doing Jafaree! Is that your new method? "The parrot yelled at the edge of Rosina's quaint bed as the breeze leaned over her and tried a new attempt to awaken her.
The only thing that had changed over the few hours when she had set it here was that her face was far redder embroidered with his fingerprint than before. Faces like an apple.
"Shut up Yago and do not disturb the treatment, I know what I'm doing," the healer chastised, examining the girl with her experienced eye.
"She does not look sick just dehydrated, she needs a voodoo," the parrot tried to bring some light and a different opinion into the whole situation.
Jafar stared at him, and no one would talk to him, "and the nut would not need it?" He ironically said.
Yago went off and walked from one end of the bed to the other and back again.
When she did not help to make Viseiro's swagger, and Rose just slept her forehead, she decided to take more radical measures. He walked to his cabinet he brought and took one of the many bottles and went back.
"What is it?" Yago inquired curiously.
"Something to stimulate the body and the spirit," Jafar replied, pouring five drops of dark liquid into the glass, where they mixed with the crystal water. The potion was too bitter to drink.
The sorcerer returned to his patient, trying to pour her fluid into her throat, but obviously it was still bitter as she began to cough and jump.
The growler growled.
"This is not going to work, can not you immobilize it with spell?" The parrot asked.
"If I do, I will not be able to swallow and suffocate."
Jafar held the glass in his hand and wondered how to do it so that the medicine did not spill. He stroked his goat's beard.
"I could crush my nose and you put it in your throat. Or you hypnotize her. "
Jafar's whimpering aura was full of nerves, "no, she would have to be awake for such a thing, I would not bring the human brain to whiteness and I would not put it down."
Eventually the wizard had something to think.
"What are you doing?" The parrot snarled as his master cast the contents of his glass into his mouth, then leaned over the girl.
"I do not want to see!" Yago covered his wings.
But Jafar could not disturb himself and pressed his lips against hers.
The fingers of one hand raised her chin slightly to open her lips and bent. It was evil, but he would deny the fact that he liked it.
He let the invigorator flow into her throat. It was still bitter, and when she tended to jerk her head, he held her in place, preventing her from spitting back.
As soon as the fabric came to Rose's throat, she pulled slightly away and put her mouth on her mouth, "you swallow it, I'm telling you!" He growled.
Suddenly she saw her eyelids shiver, combined with her long algae, that made her feel like a beautiful butterfly trying to take off.
The loud blow came to the room.
This time Jafar had been slapped when he nearly dropped his turban.
Rose looked at him with wide-eyed eyes as if she did not even recognize him.
Yago started scratching, this was really worth it.
"Good shit! Again! "He chanted and earned the green lightning that had dropped him out of bed and burned some of his back.
The mistress suddenly knocked, looking around the room, and her gaze came back to the figure in front of her bed, which looked like a hundred snakes in a small room where you'd like a cute, furry rabbit.
"What's happening? Where am I? Robbery? Would you bring me a towel? Awful! I need to bathe! "
The Vizier, with her march of thought, was not able to keep up.
Rose looked up at him again and saw her own fingerprint drawn on his face and grinned innocently.
"Sorry, I thought you were a pharaoh."
the visor bore his lips angrily, "how can you mistake this," his voice could kill, but she did not care.
She jumped to all four and pulled the black rag from her head.
"Is it over? Are we back? Thank God. So wait ... "
She stopped and began to scatter the blankets like bees flew, "where is my reward! Where's the gold? "
Jafar watched her for a moment, then walked back to the table and cleaned his vials neatly back into the cabinet.
"You do not have a reward," he said coldly, probably still angry that she struck him, which no woman had done except Yadira and her hard memory gave him a bitter taste on his tongue far more than a bitter potion, so he stood by the girl on his back a sign that she does not want to talk to her.
"WHAT? Do I have nothing like that? Will not I get a glass with diamonds? Not even the emerald ring? But you promised me the mountains of gold! Gentlemen and God knows what else! "Rose cried, dismayed, disappointed at the same time.
The duvet on the ground suddenly shivered and a red head jerked beneath it, "I told you not to count on anything. Jafar just does not give up anything, "the parrot teached.
But even Rose did not give up, and right now she wished that his cloak that he was pulling behind had flared up.
The girl leaped to her feet to divide Yago on the ground.
"So wait, was I there or not? Did I help you or not? Have I almost raped the mummies and got no bonuses? "
Rose hugged him like an elephant and stood next to him with his hands-hummed hand under her breasts as he calmly cleared his stuff and paid no attention to her, causing the girl to go mad.
He completely ignored her and carefully devoted herself to straightening.
"We had to save you, and you did not get any of your share, you're mistaken," the wizard said, waving her hand, and she had the desire to kick it or bite it in her hand.
"Do I still like to get you out of here? It is not possible! I thought we were a team! I'll bet that Bahadur is rummaging in the goldsmiths now! "Almost in the thought of how she was like Scrooge McDuck in them.
Jafar turned to her suddenly, slowly, and grasped her from the front of the fabric of the black robes she was still wearing.
Slowly he leaned toward her as they stared straight in the eye, "if Rose cares for your reward, you can earn it tonight with me in the room," his voice was teasing and smooth as satin, but his serious face had a tendency to turn back She did not.
Rose red to the ears.
"You do not think so seriously," she gasped, and pulled herself out of the subdued soft man, looking at him in disbelief and shaking her head, maybe she had been kidnapped before, and kissed him in that tent, but this was below her level, she would not pay her for sex! Such a repugnance, such a disgrace, Bring Jafar with such an offer!
"Do not take my share, I'm not interested in the alms," she threatened, clutching the tip of her shoe to the ground, then strode to the door and opened it wide open to let the terrible prank of the villain fall.
Jafar had no objection and walked past her with a leather briefcase and his ice face, but as soon as he slammed the door behind him, he had to grin.
He did not mean it seriously, but it earned it.
Her expression of humiliation and rage was so refreshing, and he was more and more anxious to bother her. It was like a game in which she could not win because he had all the figures on her side.
No, he could not lose, he rubbed his lower lip with his thumb and remembered their kiss, and his grimace grew deeper.
"Rose, you can not win for me any way," he muttered to himself and warmed him with satisfaction, that he was still very much over her, he was still dependent on his grace, and he would not let her do anything more. nothing he could not do.
ROSE POV
"The whim! The worm! He's not shy! "Rose rubbed her for himself in a vacant room. What man does not pull on himself does not have it. Social welfare does not tell him anything. Just wait for him to be weak and helpless once ... When he wants to get some help.
"You have to be careful what you want from him, he does not even give the little beggars," he jogged on the Yago table.
Rose swore she would never go with Jafar anymore. At least not until he has somehow lost his reckless injustice.
"I will take revenge on Yago, I will take revenge," she murmured under her beard.
"You could put an ant in his breakfast, you daddy. Then he could give me his bowl, "he thought of the feathered spoiler.
"No ant, but I'm going to get something." But the picture of how the ants were sticking to the tongue was not so bad.
As she calm down, she searched for her dress. As she expected, her old boots were gone. Well ... at least they saved her a few seconds of disgusting crap.
She wished the mummy to have her high heel cut to pieces of meat, preferably in the crotch, though it would not hurt her like an undead.
But let them caress with them rather than her.
But she found some rubies in her dress and remembered that they were the ones she had made herself. "So I took my share!" She grinned.
But Jafar will not say it, he would still take it to me. I have to be mad at him. He deserves it.
JAFAR POV
The Vizier was still in his room, surrounded by luxury, trying to think. He did not like it because he was tired and sleepless, but he enjoyed success in the pyramid. Yago, as soon as he arrived from Rose Room, fluttered him and wondered what the chase was about.
"So what?" Yago began. "I'm one big ear. What happened? What have you captured? How was it there? And you buy me a female market for me? And do you have the card for which we've been tricking for here? "
Jafar did not like when someone asked him more questions at once, so he growled angrily. "Do not worry, Yago. I'm thinking how to get off without a suspicion. "
Yago, however, did not let go of it, and continued to say, "Oh, yeah, Jafarrr! I'm your most hip hop, I have my own crap. "
Jafar laughed. Hop and Rights!
"I'll give you the rights ..." said the Vizier, but his original thoughts had run away like a herd of sheep. He stared at Yag's tiny figure and wished to boast.
"To know, we took three sacks of pure gold and a bag of different magical objects, mostly scrolls. Some will have to explore. Pharaoh was a great collector of magic and confessed to it. If Rose did not get involved with the mummy, I could have even more. Certainly, she would also be kidnapped, "the mage waved.
"And I have a card, too," he added, pulling it out and circling the parrot in front of her beak.
"And what can they do?" The ara stammered.
Jafar realized that he had not even looked at the card yet. He was so overwhelmed by his success that he forgot the details of how he often did. So he studied the card now. Among the obvious stems of sesame on it was depicted an ethereal girl figure in a line of colored flowers.
"I read about this card," the Vizier said.
"Her name is Flower Fairy. She can make flowers of any kind in any quantity. "
Yago began to strangely giggle and jump. "That's how it's right for you!"
"Do not laugh at me, Yago," Jafar said coldly, and shot a cautious glance at him, when it froze, and the parrot crossed all the laughter.
"They can also kill carnivorous flowers that will make you like a fly. You can have it with rare or legendary flowers in a number that would bury the palace up to the roof. This is a very powerful card, "he tried to mask her shortcomings.
Jafar remembered what he had read about her in the book.
"She says she can make a floral pattern on her dress, but I do not know if it was a joke from the author."
Yago received another giggle bout.
JAFAR POV
That evening, Jafar received an invitation to the feast.
All the time, he looked moody and weak, which he did not even have to pretend to do because he still did not sleep. Red eyes spoke for everything. He cared for Ramses II. his condition was noticed. But he did not do that much, because the Egyptian prince was not much interested in him anymore. All the political affairs had been settled on the way, and they had nothing more to say.
The following day, Jafar said that he was not doing well in the Egyptian environment and asked for a kind permission for an early return.
Soon the answer came. It was expressed in a diplomatic language, but it sounded like, "We do not need you anyway, so go."
Technically, Jafar wanted the answer, so he was happy.
He organized the caravan and drove back through the wilderness to Agrabah.
As Rose rose back to her blue booth, she looked hideously and offended.
Despite her expectations, Jafar's chessboard was still in the booth. During the hours of desperate boredom, her white and black fields constantly attracted attention to Rose when she eventually instilled her idea.
She thought that in the next oasis, Jafar would ask for a chess game about his treasure.
He was a man, and for them the acceptance of the fight is a matter of honor. But the Vizier was a heavy opponent, and he would definitely want to play the local elephant chess and the impossible visionary ... Well ... So she took the pieces, put them in the basic position and tried to train.
The day dragged itself slowly, and now that Rose knew how many oases she had been waiting for, she almost groaned over it.
With all the heat, a fly came into her room, which made her almost annoyed by her buzzing! Before she got her, she was well breathing.
How can the poor camels get that!
"The beast!" She murmured.
Jafar's expedition was less of the Prince's lesser, but Rose was not afraid that their guardian would let any desert thief steal his honestly stolen catch.
Vrrr and its share.
She was still lying in her stomach like a hot carbon. That does not matter to him, and he can do it in bed! Such brazenness! Who thinks he is? She was decent, nice, kind, and he? She would not even give him a shoe lace!
And yet she remembered their kiss or a mixture of kisses and excitement? Desire, that's the right word, the man attracted her and hated him. A terrible combination.
Ehhh, the thought will upset her until Agrabah!
Why he had to write that way in life in indelible letters.
She still could not forgive him, that was the tremendous turn of her, and she did the most work as if she were the brain of all this, and he was just using it.
Rose leaned back on her blanket, closed her eyes, and imagined she was throttling him.
"Give me my part ..." she snarled, but when her eyes opened, there was no coin anywhere in that little space, just a golden pile.
Rose breathed a heavy breath, bit her lip, and when something moved, it was more of a head. The chess pieces were scattered all over the place and some of them got tangled up in her hair and got an idea! A brilliant idea!
Something had begun to tap on her door, and she reached out and opened it. As she bent her head, Yag saw her upside down as he stepped into her sanctuary.
"I did not want to be angry," he said, waving his wings.
Rose smirked slightly, "but I'm not with you, but with his welfare."
"You do not have a coo, yesterday I've been laughing, you know what Jafar has gotten for a card? Did he tell you that? "He asked, nodding up and down the comic parrot as if to share the mystery with her.
"Roll it up," she waved her hand, and she turned to her stomach and held her head with her palms as a little girl.
"It's a strange flower, she does not know much about it, she can conjure any herb, which might be a little useful to Jafar's potions but otherwise ..." he began to whisper as he grasped his wrist behind his stomach.
"What about Yago?" Rose asked with interest and sparkle in her eyes.
"Otherwise, they can conjure up flowers that you can roll in! Such crap for nothing! "
Rose had infected her amusement and she had blown her cheeks and tried to resist it, but she finally laughed.
Well, imagining Jafar as it is rolling in flowers would be a look. She spat again when tears ran from her eyes.
"That's what I do not know about the card," Yago said, "maybe he'll give you some weed."
That's why Rose has already stalked her belly in an even better new vision.
"Enough Yago, stop, I can not!" She said.
It took them a while to calm down and exhale.
"So we have four cards, four more, and I will go home a lot," Rose smiled, but something, in the sight of her fledgling friend, stunned her and squeezed her heart.
Regret? Sadness?
Ara rolled her eyes, "do you really want to leave?"
"What do you say, I always wanted to come back, it's my goal, I'm not here," she reminded him.
"I ... just that you are a friend of mine, and Jafar is also worried about you, wait ..." The parrot stretched one of his wings and pulled out a small vial as if he had taken it from a secret pocket.
"May you drink it, you forgot it in peace," he interpreted the words of his master.
"Blee," she turned her eyes in the column, but the drink was drunk without interference.
"Old, he did not leave me a share in the treasure!" She exploded, then rested restlessly.
"But I would know how to give him a lesson and take her part and you'll help me," she gave Yag's cat smile.
Ara was rushing to the door in the pretense of another Jafar's punishment when it came when he drew his hand back, "nowhere you said you were my friend, could you help me or lie?" She pushed him into the corner.
Yago swallowed and opened the beak, "clearly, clearly but not forgetting to whom I have committed fidelity!" He tried to twist somehow, but it was not how.
Rose was trapped. Jafar, this is a revenge, ready to lose!
Then the blonde has told her companion everything you need to do ...
So you were amused? Jafar won the flower fairy. Well, the guy who made the cards and gave them a lot of botanical and flower lover. But every card has its use and do not doubt that in our Arabic adventure, everything will be used even if Agrabah had to attack a carnivorous plant: D
Do you know how I talked in the last chapter about the God's mills? Well, Jafar also got a slap and I hope he will remember her for a long time, especially that Rose has no more injuries than a small trauma. I just would have a bitch that she would not get a foe after such exertion, but Rose is going to make up something, she's a smart girl, and she has Jafar on top, at least sometimes ...