“Yes I do.”
Jafar paused, considering the wording of his third and final question. “If I tell you my own true story, will you give me your honest oath by lord Oromasd and the Bounteous Immortals that you’ll keep it to yourself and not betray me?”
Leila was slower to answer this time; she was considering her reply just as carefully as he’d considered the question. “In all honesty, I can’t give you such a blanket oath. I will vow to keep any secrets as long as I know no one is being hurt by my silence. If there turns out to be harm done, and the harm outweighs the benefit, I’d feel compelled to speak the truth.”
The integrity of her answer astonished him. Even wearing a cap of truthfulness, she’d given a more complete and thorough reply than was necessary—and in the process had shown hers
