Chapter 4

 

      They would have lived like this forever, but Aladdin loved riding among the streets of the city throwing gold to everyone he met. This made him quite famous. Soon, Jafar heard of this boy who seemed to have riches as if by magic. He knew Aladdin had stolen his ring and lamp to gain his wealth.

     Jafar disguised himself as a peddler, filled a basket with shiny lamps, and came to the palace door while Aladdin was out. “Who will exchange old lamps for new ones?” he called.
Jasmine peeked out the window.

     “Won’t Aladdin be surprised when he finds a shiny new lamp instead of that dull one he keeps in his chamber?” She took the magic lamp from Aladdin’s room and brought it to the peddler. Immediately, Jafar rubbed the lamp and summoned the genie

     “What would you have? I am the slave of whoever owns the lamp.”

     “Take this princess and her palace and servants and send us all to Africa!” Jafar cried. With a flash, the palace vanished.

     When the Sultan looked out his window, he gasped in horror. His daughter’s palace had vanished in a puff of smoke! He ordered that Aladdin be brought before him.

     The Sultan raged. “Whatever sorcery you used to produce your riches has made my daughter disappear! If you cannot bring her back in five days, I’ll chop off your head!”

     Aladdin pleaded his innocence, but the Sultan would hear none of it. Sadder than
he had ever been, Aladdin wandered the city for three days. He asked everyone if they had seen his princess. On the fourth day, he decided to pray, and he rubbed the magic ring, which he had almost forgotten about.

     “What would you have? I am the slave of whoever wears the ring.”

     “Please, return my palace as it was!”

     “Only the Genie of the Lamp can undo what the Genie of the Lamp has done,” the genie answered.

     “Then take me to my palace,” Aladdin said. Before he could blink, Aladdin stood at the front door of his palace, which now sat in a lonely desert in Africa. He snuck inside and reunited with his Princess Jasmine, and they both shed tears of joy.

     “I have a plan to get our lamp back,” whispered Aladdin. He gave Jasmine a pouch filled with a potion that made its victims slow and sleepy.

     Jasmine then invited Jafar to eat with her. Flattered by her sudden kindness, Jafar allowed the princess to pour his drink. She secretly added the powder, and soon Jafar was nodding in his soup.

     “My dear,” said Jasmine, “doesn’t it seem awfully dark in here?”

     Jafar eyelids were half-closed, so it did seem dark to him. “Why yes, it does,” he mumbled.

     “Why don’t you give me that old lamp you carry around, so we may dine by its flame?” Jafar, numbed by the potion, handed her the magic lamp. She summoned the genie immediately.

     “Take me and Aladdin and my palace back to the Sultan’s kingdom, and leave this horrid magician in the desert where he will never find his way out!” she ordered. The genie did as she asked, and they were all returned to their home safe and sound.

     The Sultan was so pleased to see his daughter again, he made Aladdin the heir to his throne. After the Sultan passed on the crown, Aladdin and Jasmine ruled the kingdom for many happy years.