“You’re up against magic, you know. There’s nothing a bunch of idiots… and merchants… and thieves, can do to help you now.”
What? Barkakk kept his eyes from widening with an effort of will. King Sinbad was with Merhdad, and the Fog Troupe- they are working together.
“Though if you thought you could, that would make things really fun.” Judar grinned at Sabhmad, and gave him a jaunty wave as he turned to walk out. “Stay alive, ‘kay? At least until the wedding.”
Alibaba rubbed his eyes against the thin light of dawn, wishing he could crawl right back into bed and not come out until all the worried faces staring at him went away. The Kou princess, Al-Thamen’s magi, Cassim missing, Aladdin still out cold….
One step at a time, Alibaba reminded himself, looking around at everyone gathered on the bottom floor of the lighthouse lair. Zainab and Hassan, of course; Cassim’s lieutenants were bound and determined to make it clear to their gang that Alibaba was not taking over. He was there to get Cassim back, and the Fog Troupe could wreak their own havoc on the magi responsible afterward.
Well, they can try, Alibaba reflected, eyeing Sindria’s slightly battered king and his two amused Generals. For the moment Sinbad, Masrur, and Ja’far were their experts on magic. In particular, the annoying fact that a strong magician had an almost impenetrable magical shield by pure reflex. Meaning the only thing that’d stand a chance of taking down Judar permanently was either a Fanalis going all-out or a Magic Tool. And given Judar was a magi, with all the world’s magoi to draw on-
I may be the only one who can cut him. We have to find Sinbad’s Metal Vessels.