“A wise man never calls something impossible merely because he can’t do it,” Jafar said. “Perhaps it’s all to the good that I learned now what a fool you are, O Akar. Better that my daughter and I should die here and the urn remain safely hidden than to let such a fool as you get his hands on such limitless power.”
A war between anger and prudence was raging within the wizard’s soul. “It’s unbelievable,” he repeated in a barely audible whisper.
“I thought your flying carpet was rather remarkable, too,” Jafar said, “but I didn’t go casting aspersions.”
Akar was struggling, now, to get his temper under control. “How did you do such a thing? How is it possible to erase something that is a part of you?”
“Do not people confess to priests all the time, and do not the priests bestow on them t
