After the first few minutes of disorientation, Jafar al-Sharif opened his eyes again. Despite his fear, he had an act to perform. If he was supposed to be a mighty wizard, such a journey might startle him but it certainly wouldn’t leave him quivering. He and Selima would survive only as long as Akar believed their story, so he had to convince the wizard he was telling the truth.
As he looked around once more Jafar noticed they were so high up that they could barely distinguish individual features on the ground, and they were moving so fast he’d hardly have time to recognize them if he could. The air around them was blue and clear, but starting to get very cold. Jafar could see Selima shivering in her thin outfit, so he put his arm around her to help keep them both warm.
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