MacWorld 1999 June/Macworld (1999-06).dmg/Games World/SharewareGames/Palace of Sand 1.5.1/Palace of Sand/Palace of Sand.rsrc/STR#_1014.txt

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The jar shows no evidence of your recent occupation.

The jar is neither a hotel room nor a transportation system. It has already served its purpose.

The jar is as big and heavy as ever.

The cook lets out a shout, and…

COOK: “Clumsy oaf! Who let you in here?”

SECOND COOK: “And that’s the thief who stole one of our roast birds!”

COOK: “Have you ever seen such audacity! First she steals food, then she expects a gossip!”

COOK: “Have you ever seen such audacity! First he steals food, then he expects a gossip!”

(Was that your cue for a strategic withdrawal?)

COOK: “Who let you in here? We’ve no time for beggars today!”

You’ve already got one in your pack.

COOK: “At it again, are you? Just let me get my hands on you—!”
(Perhaps you should now leave quietly.)

INNER VOICE: “I don’t really want to try that here.”

You have a clear view of the soot-stained ceiling.

Hearing your voice, the cook reaches into the jar—

and is baffled at finding nobody there.

and hauls you out by the ear.

That may not have been the best way of handling things.

COOK: “Ah-ha! Here’s our thief again!”
At a shout from the cook, Palace guards rush in…

You emerge from the jar into the hot, smoky kitchen.

Since you are wearing the cloak, nobody notices you.

Luckily nobody happens to be looking your way.

As long as you’re out of sight, you may as well eavesdrop on the cooks for a while.

The cooks make up for lost time by working quickly and silently.

So long as you’re inside the jar, you can’t really do much except EXIT… or, if you prefer, keep quiet and LISTEN.

The cooks are talking about a banquet they’re preparing for the Sultan’s mother, the Begum.

FIRST COOK: “Watch how you stir that syrup! Remember what happened to Ahmed.”

SECOND COOK: “Was he the one that got turned into a lizard?”
FIRST COOK: “No, that was Salim. That’s him up on the wall there. Ahmed ended up a grasshopper. Been eaten by the crows by now, I guess.”

The cooks’ conversation is interrupted by a new voice.

PEDDLER: “New lamps for old! New lamps for old!”

FIRST COOK: “Now that’s what I call a bargain! Wasn’t there an old oil lamp lying around somewhere?”
SECOND COOK: “I think we threw it out.”
FIRST COOK: “Sorry, friend.  Maybe another time.”

Good precaution. I don’t think anyone saw you take it.

COOK: “Let’s pretend that was prompted by honesty, not cowardice.”

The cook is so moved by your honesty that he gives you some food to take away instead.

You quietly return the bird to the tray.

Oh, don’t be so greedy. Find what you want and take it quietly before the cooks bump into you.

… and then, later, you’ll come back for it? I don’t think so.

A noble sentiment… but with the cloak getting in your way, you’d end up dropping the bird on the floor and somebody would just step on it.

COOK: “Get that smelly thing out of here! We just threw it out.”