“I am willing to negotiate, O Akar, but I will not be threatened.” Jafar let his voice become equally cold.
Akar gave him a tight smile. “You have yet to prove you’ve anything to negotiate with. You claim to be a great wizard.”
“Would anyone else have dared to steal the urn?”
“That remains to be seen. Treat me to a sample of your wizardry, that I may judge you for myself.”
“Surely the mighty Akar won’t be impressed by mere parlor tricks that any street magician could perform in a bazaar.”
“I’ll know true magic when I see it,” Akar assured him. “It need not be fancy or elaborate; a flame is a flame whether it be on a candle or a bonfire.”
When Jafar remained silent, the wizard continued relentlessly, “You have no smell of magic about you, O Jafar. No wizard as powerful as you claim to
