This mirror shattered like the other one, and Jafar al-Sharif was suddenly blinded by the golden glow that enveloped him. The light was like a physical blow after the blackness in those jagged corridors, and Jafar staggered for a moment before falling to his knees on the silvered floor of this brightly lit room.
“Father!” came a cry, and Jafar squinted through the light to see Selima rushing toward him. Fearing another false demon, he raised his arm and swung the heavy saif through the space where Selima stood. Fortunately at this moment she was her insubstantial self and the blade passed harmlessly through her, but she looked at her father in horror that he could do such a thing.
Jafar knelt on the floor, his mind too confused for a moment to realize what he’d done. Then, as the reality
