“So you admit it. You have it,” Vizier pulled out a demonic, wavy blade and held it behind his back. “Give it to me, boy! I know you have it. And, there is no one here to protect you now.”
“Have what?” Aladdin said as he removed his robe.
“Don’t play games. The lamp. Give me the lamp!”
“The lamp?” As Aladdin said it, he turned giving Vizier a full view of what was hanging from his belt. “No. I was saved from the boulder. The lamp was not. Unfortunately, that was crushed.”
Vizier looked down at the metal object hanging from Aladdin’s waist. It was an ink well. It looked a little like Genie’s lamp, but was clearly not.
“What?” Vizier utter surprised.
“Yeah. Destroyed. I still don’t know why that was the only thing you wanted in a cave with so much treasure.”
“I don’t understand,” Vizi
