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Part Two

By DennyJ

Teal'c opened his eyes to the soft glow of candles as he sat cross-legged in his quarters. It still disturbed him that he could no longer kel'no'reem, even though he had found similar rejuvenation in meditation. It had only been a short time ago that he had shared this room with Daniel Jackson, attempting to center himself in this manner. Then he was trying to come to terms with the loss of the strength his symbiote had provided. Now he was trying to come to terms with the loss of his friend. His attempts had been unsuccessful as thoughts of his failure to protect his friend continued to distract him. As did thoughts of his failure to locate him now. I should have known that the fact that the Goa'uld had not been present on the planet for many years was no reason to assume we were safe there. I should have sensed trouble sooner. I should have been quicker in tracking Daniel Jackson. What is the Tau'ri expression? Hindsight is 20/20? He knew he must now focus on finding a way to get Daniel Jackson back. He had hoped Master Bra'tac and the free Jaffa would be able to help, but so far they had not. He wondered how much effort they had put into this endeavor. Do they not realize how important Daniel Jackson is in the fight against the Goa'uld? His anger began to rise, but he quickly tempered it as he found he could not fault them for focusing on their own struggle for freedom. He knew they would contact him if they came across anything that would aid the search for Daniel Jackson.

Teal'c's concern now shifted to his friends and teammates. O'Neill and Major Carter were both dealing with the loss of Daniel Jackson in their own ways. And, in Teal'c's opinion, their methods were as ineffective as his. Rising from his position on the floor, Teal'c decided to go in search of his friends, focusing his efforts on helping the two teammates that were still within his power to aid.

* * *

Sweat poured down his face as he continued to pound the bag with both hands. His arms were becoming tired-how long had he been at it? But the pain was a distraction, so he kept at it. He knew this wasn't helping them find Daniel, but it gave him some measure of release to picture the bag as every Goa'uld they had encountered. Practice for when we find the real thing-the one who has Daniel. Ack! Don't go there-just focus on the bag, focus on the pain.

He was so focused he didn't hear Teal'c until he spoke. "O'Neill."

It startled him enough that his fist missed the bag and he staggered a bit.

"T! Give a guy some warning, will ya?"

"That is what I was attempting to do."

"Well, it didn't work."

"Indeed."

O'Neill gave him a sideways glance and moved to the bench to pick up his towel. He sat down and leaned back against the wall, wiping his face with the towel.

"What brings you here, T?"

"I was searching for you, O'Neill."

"Well, congratulations, you found me. You can check that off your list."

"I do not have a list. I came to get you so that together we might go to Major Carter's lab and ask her to join us for a meal."

"Not hungry. Besides, I don't think it would be a good idea to interrupt Carter right now. She's not having much luck with the crystals and I really don't want to be the one she takes out her frustration on."

"That is precisely why we need to persuade her to join us. Our attempts to deal with the disappearance of Daniel Jackson separately have been unsuccessful. I believe it is time for us to …..regroup. We will be much more effective in searching for a solution if we work together as a team. That is where our strength lies."

O'Neill twisted the towel between his hands and released it. He knew Teal'c was right. Each of them struggling with the problem on their own was getting them nowhere. It was time for them to pull together and come up with a new plan. He had no idea what that plan would be or how eating together in the commissary would help, but he looked up at Teal'c and said, "You're right, T. Time for a new plan. I'm just not sure how blue jello is going to help."

Half an hour later found the three teammates sitting at a commissary table eating lunch. Sam knew the Colonel was a little surprised at how easily she had capitulated. She had been reluctant at first, but the combination of Teal'c's "togetherness" speech and the lure of blue jello had won her over. She was actually glad to get away from the lab for awhile and was enjoying the company of her teammates.

Their small talk had dwindled down and they were left picking at the remains of their meal.
Teal'c broke the silence. "Major Carter, our individual efforts to find Daniel Jackson have been unsuccessful. I believe it is time we worked together to find a solution."

"Teal'c's right, Carter. It's time for us to do a little brainstorming."

Teal'c arched his eyebrow and looked quizzically at O'Neill.

"Hey, it's a word!"

"I am unfamiliar with this term."

"It means to 'put our heads together to come up with an idea.' You know, get the ole brain schnapps firing."

Sam choked on the diet Coke she had just sipped.

Teal'c continued to raise his eyebrow. "Is this not an alcoholic beverage?"

Her coughing fit ended and she brushed a tear from her eye. "I think the colonel means 'synapses', Teal'c." Seeing he still required more explanation, she continued. "Synapses transmit information along the nerves. Certain messages follow specific paths in the . . .", her voice trailed off, her eyes widening.

O'Neill watched her as a second of silence ticked by. "Carter?" Oh, yeah. He could see the light bulb had come on. "Carter! Care to share?"

"Oh! Yes, sir. It's . . . I just realized we've probably been looking at this from the wrong angle." Her excitement was evident as she began explaining. "It was what you said, sir, about the schnapps, . .er . .synapses firing. It's given me an idea on a different way to approach the recording of the gate symbols. If we . . ."

"Ah!," he interjected, raising a finger to halt her flow of words. "It's okay. I'm sure it's a great idea, so go-calculate, experiment-and keep us posted."

"Actually, it was your great idea, sir. Thanks for your help," she said as she rose from the table and headed for her lab.

O'Neill stared after her, mouth agape. His idea?

With a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, Teal'c turned to him. "As I stated, O'Neill, we are stronger when we work together."

Turning his surprised look back to Teal'c, all he could say was, "Indeed."

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He was on fire. It erupted in his back and flowed like lava through every nerve in his body. He tried to arch away from it, but was held fast by the chains attached to his wrists. That was just the first one! he thought as his brain began to function again. He held in the gasp that tried to escape his lips, not wanting to give Mal'rac the satisfaction of hearing him scream, and needing to be strong for the others who were being forced to watch the cruelty playing out before them. But there were nine more strokes to go and he didn't know how long his resolve would last.

The second strike landed, snaking its way across his back, releasing its venom to join the fire already burning there. His heart was racing, pumping the fire and venom all the way to his fingers, his toes, weakening him. A low moan was the only sound he let out. He was losing the ability to think clearly again.

The third blow fanned the flames and sent them racing through his body again. A grunt of pain forced its way out. He jerked forward again, and once again was brought up short by the chains; the pain it caused his wrists was overshadowed by the fire burning in the rest of his body.

After the fourth, his arms and legs began to quiver, forcing him to focus his remaining strength on staying upright. His grunt of pain was longer and louder this time. How many? He was losing track of the number of lashes.

Number five pushed him over the edge. Unable to hold it in any longer, a ragged scream tore from his throat, echoing through the small plaza. His legs buckled beneath him, leaving him hanging by his arms. Sweat rolled down his face, his shoulders, his back, mixing with the blood seeping from the lash marks. Focus. He needed to find something to focus on the get him through this. His team. Images of his friends floated through his hazy brain. Will I ever see them again? Jack. 'Don't give up on me, Daniel. Don't you dare give up!' Sam. 'Hang in there, Daniel, we'll find you. I don't want to lose you again.' Teal'c. 'Remain strong, Daniel Jackson. Do not lose faith.' He knew they were doing everything they could to find him. And he knew they were counting on him to survive and return to them. His resolve began to harden again, mixed with a rising anger. I didn't give up ascension so I could be a slave to a parasite who thinks it's a god. Using his flagging strength, he managed to get his feet under him and stand, albeit shakily, once again.
He swayed slightly as he tried to remain on his feet. A sound penetrated the haze surrounding him and he realized someone was speaking. It was Val'nor and Mal'rac.

". . . not interfere. It is not your place to question my decisions."

"But my lord, I believe his skills may be of use to us. He may not survive the rest of the punishment, and we would be wasting those skills."

"Silence! The sentence will be carried out in full. If the slave survives, you may question him then."

Was Val'nor trying to help him? It didn't sound like he was having much success.

Mal'rac addressed the crowd. "The slave has received his punishment. He will now receive the other slave's punishment-five lashes."

Daniel took a deep breath and tried to clear his mind of everything but the faces of his friends. Survive. Don't give up.

Lash number six reignited the fire and sent another scream echoing through the plaza. He swayed again, but kept his feet under him.

Jack. Sam. Teal'c.

He stood shakily, waiting for the next blow.

It never came. A new voice interrupted the proceedings.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Mal'rac responded, "My lord, Kresh'nar, this slave tried to interfere with another slave's punishment. He is receiving his punishment along with the other slave's punishment."

"What are these punishments?"

"Five lashes each, my lord."

Mal'rac's calling him 'My Lord'. He must be the First Prime.

"Very well, but take care that you do not become overzealous in administering the sentence. We do not want to lose a worker unnecessarily."

"My lord, may I be permitted to speak?" It was Val'nor again.

"Speak! What do you wish to tell me?"

"My lord, I believe this slave has valuable skills that we cannot afford to lose."

"What skills do you refer to?"

"He has the ability to speak many languages, my lord. I have heard him speak at least four. He understands the different groups of slaves we have recently acquired."

"Is this true, Mal'rac?"

"My lord, he is but a common slave. What language he speaks is unimportant."

"I will decide what is important. Is that understood?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Is it true he speaks many languages?"

"I do not know, my lord. Val'nor is the one most often supervising this group."

"Val'nor, what else do you know of this slave?"

"My lord, he appears quite intelligent. I have heard him speak Goa'uld, the languages of both groups of slaves here, plus one other I do not know. He is being punished because he offered to translate Mal'rac's orders to this new group of slaves. He could be a valuable asset to our god, but I am afraid if his punishment is too severe he will not live to be of service."

There was silence following Val'nor's plea. It was obvious Kresh'nar was considering the information Val'nor had given him.

Daniel used the respite to try and regain his strength and clear his mind. He knew Val'nor was trying to help him. What did he think they would do with him? Right now, Daniel didn't care as long as the beating stopped. For the moment he was still standing, but he could feel his legs weakening again and his vision beginning to grey. The afternoon sun was also taking its toll on his already abused body. Sweat was running into his eyes, dripping off his bowed head, evaporating as it hit the scorched ground. He tried not to succumb to the haze enveloping him. He had to stay conscious long enough to hear Kresh'nar's decision.

"You are right, Val'nor. This slave may be of service to our god. I decree his punishment over."

"But, my lord . . .," interrupted Mal'rac.

"Silence! Do not challenge me," Kresh'nar commanded. Turning to Val'nor he said, "Take the slave and heal his wounds. Inform me when he is recovered and he will be presented to our god."

"Yes, my lord."

Daniel felt hands holding his arms, heard the chains being released. As he was lowered to the ground, he felt relief wash over him, quickly followed by blackness that took everything away.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

2 Days Later

Awareness gradually began to return and Daniel realized he was lying on something soft. He was hot, but something cool was being wiped gently across his cheek, his neck, and down his arm. Soft hands brushed the hair away from his face.

Where was he? He struggled to remember, but his brain felt fuzzy. The hands continued to gently stroke his hair and the cool cloth again wiped at his cheek. I must be sick. Sha're was always after him about staying out in the sun too long, but he knew better than to let himself get dehydrated. Maybe I should ask her . . .

"Sha're?"

The hands suddenly stopped and he heard a small gasp come from their owner. He had startled her. Was something wrong?

"Sha're?"

He tried to lift his head and twist his body to look at her. Agony flared through his back and he let out a strangled moan, dropping his head back to rest on the cool sheets.

The hands were back, wiping his face with the cloth again as a voice tried to sooth him.

"Shh. Lie still and rest."

"Wh . . what . . ." he tried to ask what had happened but the pain was making it hard to focus on saying the right words.

The owner of the voice - Sha're's voice?-seemed to understand. "You were injured and you have a fever. Just rest so your body can heal."

Rest. He could do that. The gentle strokes through his hair and the cool cloth against his hot skin lulled him back to sleep.

The next time he woke he found he was still lying on his stomach on the bed. His mind felt a little clearer. The last thing he remembered was Sha're running her fingers through his hair and telling him to go to sleep. He opened his eyes, expecting to see the inside of their small home on Abydos. Instead, he saw plain, unadorned walls with a small, high window. There was a table against one wall, holding a basin and some cloths, and a small stool. The only other piece of furniture was the bed he was lying on. He was alone in the room. Where is Sha're? He shifted in an attempt to get up and pain flared across his back. It was as though the shock of it cleared the rest of the fog from his mind, and he suddenly remembered what had happened to him. There was no Sha're, and the pang of that loss hit him again, not lessened by the passage of time. He wasn't on Abydos. He was on a planet far from home and he was a slave. A slave who had been whipped for daring to cross a sadistic Jaffa. But someone had sat with him, wiped his face with a cool cloth and talked soothingly to him.

He decided to get up and look for them. He carefully moved his arms under his body to try and push himself up, hopefully with minimal pain. Except that one of his arms was brought up short before he could get it under him. It was then he saw that the metal band on his wrist was attached to the wall by a chain. Evidently, they weren't taking any chances on his recuperating enough to escape. With a sigh, he moved back into the position he had been in on his stomach, the pain in his back easing slightly as he relaxed his muscles. Looks like I'm not going anywhere.

He heard light footsteps approach and pause at the doorway. He lifted his head to see a young woman staring back at him. Her long, dark hair and brown eyes were enough to make his heart overrule his brain once again, and he thought of Sha're. He knew it didn't matter how much time passed, his heart would always search for her. The young woman spoke as she stepped up to his bed.

"You are awake." He realized she was speaking ancient Egyptian. Sha're's language.

"Yes. Where am I?"

"You are in the servants' quarters of the palace."

"Are you the one who has been taking care of me?"

"Yes. My name is Makare."

"Thank you, Makare. I'm Daniel. Daniel Jackson."

Her eyes widened and she gasped, "It is true!"

It was then he noticed Val'nor standing in the doorway. He knew he probably shouldn't, but Daniel trusted the Jaffa. He had gotten him out of Mal'rac's hands. Val'nor moved into the room and then spoke, "Are you sure, Makare? We must be very careful."

She turned her gaze from Daniel to Val'nor. "I am sure. His name is Danyel. In his fever he called for Sha're. And his eyes," she said, shifting her gaze back to Daniel again, "are the color of the sky."

"What are you talking about, Makare?" Daniel asked.

It was Val'nor who answered. "When you were captured I was curious about you because of the color of your eyes, and because you spoke Goa'uld. Then I heard you speaking other languages and I began to believe you were Sha're's Daniel."

"Sha're's Daniel? What do you know of Sha're?" Daniel was confused. Why would this Jaffa know or be interested in Sha're? And how does he know about me? He tried to sit up once again, but was stopped by the chain and the pain in his back.

"Please lie still, Danyel. You are not yet healed, "Makare said.

"I am sorry about the chain, Daniel," Val'nor said, "but I am not allowed to leave you free."

Daniel gritted his teeth against the pain and lifted his head again. "Please. Tell me how you know about Sha're."

He saw a look pass between Makare and Val'nor. Val'nor gave a slight bow of his head and Makare turned her attention back to Daniel. She seemed to be gathering her thoughts, then she took a deep breath and began.

"I was a servant in the palace of Apophis. Amaunet was my mistress."

Daniel couldn't believe what he was hearing. This woman had been with Sha're after she was taken. But how did she know about Sha're or about Daniel? Amaunet would have been in control, and she wouldn't have allowed Sha're to speak. He had so many questions.
Makare seemed to know what was going through his mind. She sat down beside the bed and placed her hand on his arm.

"I know you have many questions, Danyel, and I will try to answer them. When Sha're was brought to the palace, Amaunet was in control. However, not long after she arrived she became ill. It was then that Sha're was able to gain control and speak." Makare paused and wrapped both of her hands around Daniel's free one. "The reason Sha're was able to take control is because she was with child."

His brain slowly processed the information and when the realization of what it meant finally hit him, it was as though someone had taken hold of his heart and squeezed.

"Wh….what!?" He jerked upwards, ignoring the pain in his back and the metal of the cuff biting into his skin as he pulled it taut.

Val'nor put his hand on Daniel's shoulder and held him still. "Wait, Daniel. Let me unlock the chain." He proceeded to release the chain from the wall, but then moved it to his other wrist where he attached it with another cuff. "No one must see you unrestrained." He kept his hand on Daniel's shoulder, allowing him to sit up, but preventing him from moving off the bed.

Daniel looked imploringly at Makare. "Are you saying . . . . .are you saying it was my child?" his voice coming out almost in a whisper.

"Yes, Danyel."

His mouth had gone dry and his throat was tight, but he quietly asked, "What happened to the child?" He was almost afraid to hear the answer.

Makare now took both of Daniel's hands in hers as they sat face to face.

"When Apophis first discovered Sha're was pregnant, he was angry. He wanted to kill the child." She could feel him tense at the words, but he didn't interrupt her. "But then he decided to let the child be born, hoping it would be a future host for himself or Amaunet."

"Did she . . . . ?"

"Yes, she gave birth to a girl, Danyel."

He couldn't believe what she was telling him. Sha're had given birth to a child-their child. A girl. He had a daughter. Memories assailed him. Memories of lying on a blanket with Sha're, looking up at the stars, making plans for their future. Making plans for the family they would have. Plans for growing old together and watching their children and grandchildren grow up.

Plans that would never happen now. But there was one thing he still needed to know: what had happened to their daughter.

Makare was waiting for Daniel to come to terms with the shock of her news. She watched as he took a deep breath and looked into her eyes again. "Please tell me the rest, Makare."

"After the child was born, Apophis decided that he wanted a male child that could become his next host. He had obtained the knowledge of how to make the child grow faster in the womb, so that Sha're would only carry his child for several months."

So that's how she could already be pregnant with Apophis' child when I found her on Abydos.

Makare continued, "I was gone before she had the second child, so I cannot tell you what happened."

But Daniel could. He remembered every detail of being with Sha're while she gave birth to her son. Apophis' son. Every detail of the plea she sent through the hand device for Daniel to find the boy. Every detail of finding the boy and giving him over to the care of Oma Desala. Those memories were crystal clear. He still needed to know what had happened to his daughter. Daughter. The word still felt strange to him.

Makare's story continued. "Apophis told Sha're he was giving the child to another System Lord. He wanted her focused only on the new child he wanted to create. Amaunet was in control then and accepted Apophis' decision."

God, Sha're must have been dying inside. The child she wanted-we wanted-being taken away from her so she could have that parasite's child. Guilt for his failure to keep her from that fate weighed on his soul.

"I was chosen to go with the child to care for her. Val'nor was sent by Thoth to escort us here. I have looked after her ever since."

He had been sitting with his head down during the last part of her story, but jerked his head up at the last revelation.

"She. . . . she's here?"

"Yes, she is with the others waiting for their time of joining. They are sent here to learn because Thoth is wise and keeps recorded here knowledge obtained from across the galaxy."

Val'nor spoke up, "For many years, Thoth has had an agreement with the other System Lords to teach their children and prepare them for joining, and in return the System Lords leave him in peace."

Daniel's head was beginning to throb. All he could think of was the fact that his daughter was here, on the same planet, in the same building, and he had to see her. Without regard for the pain in his head and back, he got to his feet, swaying slightly. "Please, I have to see her," he pleaded.

Val'nor put his hands on Daniel's shoulders and gently pushed him back down to sit on the bed. "You cannot simply walk through the palace, Daniel, even if you are with me. Many things have changed since your daughter was brought here. You must hear what I have to tell you. It may yet be possible for you to be with her."

What else did he need to know? She was here and he needed to be with her. He scrubbed a hand over his face, jangling the chain. He was so tired and he knew he wasn't thinking straight. Val'nor said there was more he needed to know. And Jack would tell him to gather as much intel as possible. Val'nor had given him hope--Hope that there would be a way for him to be with his daughter.

"I'm sorry, Val'nor . You're right. Please tell me what I need to know."

"First you need to eat and rest, Danyel," Makare interjected. "You will be no good to yourself or your daughter unless you recover your strength."

"I will, Makare. But please, let Val'nor talk to me while I'm eating."

"Very well. I will go and get something for you to eat."

After Makare left the room, Val'nor began again. "Some time after sending the child here, Apophis came with his legions in ships. He said he needed more Jaffa to fight for him because he had lost many in battle. He threatened Thoth, even though he was breaking their long-standing agreement. Thoth's armies were no match for Apophis', so he gave in to his demands, handing over a large number of his Jaffa. Apophis also ordered the monument in the main plaza be erected so the other System Lords would know he was claiming this planet.

That explains seeing so few Jaffa. I wonder how many are left?

Makare reentered the room at that point, carrying a bowl and cup. She sat on the stool and handed Daniel the bowl. It looked like some sort of stew-a thick broth with chunks of vegetables and meat in it. The savory aroma filled his nose and his stomach growled. He hadn't realized just how hungry he was until that moment. He picked up the spoon and began to eat, discovering it tasted as good as it smelled.

"Not too fast, Danyel. The only thing we have been able to get into you the past few days is a little broth and water."

Daniel smiled and took the cup that Makare offered. He was expecting water, but instead found it was some type of tea. And it was good.

Val'nor continued his story. "The second thing that occurred was a devastating plague that struck, killing a large number of the slave population."

"That's why you are raiding planets and stealing the inhabitants," Daniel interrupted, also understanding now why the slaves were being treated relatively well.

Val'nor averted his eyes from Daniel's gaze. "Yes, I am ashamed that I have had to do that. No one should be a slave, including the Jaffa." He raised his eyes again to meet Daniel's. "Many of us wish to be free of the Goa'uld. We have heard of the Tau'ri and SG-1, and know that Teal'c fights alongside you in your battle against them. We are ready to join you."

So, another group who had heard of SG-1 and was inspired by Teal'c's break from the Goa'uld. This was good news. It meant there was a chance for escape-not just for him, but for all the slaves. And for his daughter.

"What has kept you from making your bid for freedom?"

"Those of us who desire freedom are outnumbered by those who are still loyal to Thoth. We also have not had contact with any free Jaffa to know where it is safe to go if we simply try to leave."

"Have you thought of enlisting the help of the slaves?"

"Yes, although, as you have seen, many speak languages that we are unfamiliar with. This is where you can help us, Daniel."

Daniel mulled over Val'nor's words. They wanted him to help organize the slaves into a rebel force. This was exactly what they had been working on. Maybe it was due to Jack's influence, but he had a moment of slight hesitation when he considered trusting Val'nor. However, listening to him now and considering his actions so far, Daniel knew he could be trusted. But how was Daniel going to get the opportunity to disseminate information to the different groups of slaves? He was starting to feel drowsy, but he needed to know how Val'nor planned to accomplish this. He yawned and rubbed one eye with the heel of his hand. "The other slaves and I have already considered this, Val'nor. How do you plan on getting me into a position to talk to all the groups of slaves?"

Makare spoke up before Val'nor could answer. "You must rest now, Danyel. There will be plenty of time to discuss this later." Daniel finished the tea and handed the empty dishes to Makare. He could barely hold his head up now and didn't protest when Val'nor unhooked the chain from his wrist cuffs and reattached one to the wall. He allowed Makare to maneuver him back to his prone position on the bed, lying on his stomach once again.

"I have to treat the wounds on your back again, Danyel, but the tea I gave you will help lessen the pain."

He mumbled an "okay" and began to drift off. As Makare began her ministrations, Daniel's eyes opened slightly and he reached for her hand.

"What is it, Danyel?"

"You didn't tell me," he slurred, fighting to stay awake.

"Tell you what?"

"Her name."

Makare swept the hair from his forehead and rested her hand on his cheek.

"Dan'e." she said softly. "Your daughter's name is Dan'e."

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3 Days Later

Daniel shuddered as the cascading water came into contact with the still tender skin on his back. The small amount of pain was a small price to pay for the pleasure of taking a shower in privacy. Well, except for the guard standing outside the door. Definitely better than the communal showers the slaves had to take at the end of each work day. Though they were usually so tired and the water felt so good, no one cared about privacy. He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and let the water soothe him.

It had been three days since he had learned that he had a daughter. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the idea. Makare had told him more each day about his daughter and their life in Thoth's palace. She also told him how Sha're had shared with her the story of the Tau'ri coming to Abydos and destroying Ra. Of how Daniel had stayed behind and married her. Of the things they had shared during that blissful, but short, year they had had together. Of how she discovered she was pregnant, waiting until she was sure before she told Daniel, which is what she had planned to do the very day Jack O'Neill had stepped through the stargate again. And she told her of the events that followed, depriving her of that chance. Of how devastated Sha're was when Apophis told her she would never see her daughter again. She hadn't been able to tell him through the hand device while Amaunet was trying to kill him, either. She must have thought their daughter was lost to them. She also knew how important it was that they find the Harsesis. No time to tell him, "Oh, by the way, we had a daughter but we'll never see her again." Sha're had suffered more than he had known. Tears stung his eyes and he lifted his head and let the spray wash them away.

Val'nor had come to talk to him again, also. He told Daniel of his plans to reunite him with Dan'e and to free themselves from Thoth.

When the plague struck, Thoth had lost many of his scribes and teachers. There was no one to teach the children and youth brought here by the System Lords, or translate when items in another language were acquired offworld. Now that they were bringing in slaves from worlds with unfamiliar languages, someone was needed to give instructions and teach them basic Goa'uld to understand their orders.

Val'nor said he would accompany Kresh'nar when Daniel was presented to Thoth. He planned to suggest Daniel be made teacher and translator, giving him access to his daughter and also all of the various groups of slaves. In this way he hoped to be able to spread their plans for a revolt.

The guard outside the door barked the Jaffa equivalent of "time's up", so Daniel turned off the water and reached for the 'towel' he'd been given. He dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist. He opened the door and was met by the same Jaffa who had escorted him to the showers.

"Move," was all he said, pointing in the direction he wanted Daniel to go. A few steps down the hall and he said, "In here." Daniel entered a room slightly larger, and with a bit more furniture, than the one he had been staying in. "Get dressed," was the next order.

Obviously, that was the extent of the privacy he would have. He moved to the bed and picked up the piece of cloth used as an undergarment. Turning his back to the Jaffa, he removed the towel and put on the cloth. Next he picked up the new kilt, noticing it was made of finer cloth and edged with a design in gold and purple thread. He put it on and turned back to face the guard, waiting for the next order.

Before one could be given, two women entered carrying a tray of items Daniel couldn't discern, and a pair of sandals much nicer than the ones he had been wearing. He looked up from the tray into the eyes of the woman carrying it and recognized Kaytah's mother.

"Sellene! Are you all right?" he asked in her language.

"Yes, Danyel, I am fine," she said with a smile.

"Enough!" snapped the Jaffa. "Get dressed."

Giving the Jaffa a sideways glance, Daniel continued to whisper to Sellene. "Is Kaytah all right, too?" he asked, reaching for the sandals the second woman offered him.

"Yes, Danyel, she is fine."

"I'm sorry I brought her here, away from her home."

"I am not, Danyel. I am glad she is with me, even though we have been separated from our kin. But I am worried about my husband and son."

"Don't worry, Sellene. I am sure they are fine. I saw Jaynat as we were being led to the stargate. He was alive and free." That much he could tell her without lying. There was no way he was going to tell her about his injury, though.

"Silence!" the Jaffa ordered again, this time punctuating it by shoving Daniel with his staff weapon, sending him sprawling.

"That will be enough, Lor'noc," Val'nor said as he entered the room. "What is the problem?"

"The slave was conversing with these women in a strange tongue. I ordered him to stop, but he continued."

"He is to be presented to Thoth. Do you want me to inform our god that you injured this valuable servant?"

"No, my lord," Lor'noc said, looking worried.

"You are dismissed. I will handle this myself."

"Yes, my lord."

After Lor'noc left, Val'nor turned to Daniel who had yet to get to his feet. "He is young and foolish, and craves the kind of power Mal'rac has. Are you injured?"

"I'm fine," Daniel replied, standing again.

"Then proceed with the preparations," Val'nor said, gesturing to the women and then to Daniel.

Sellene set the tray down and removed two ornate gold wrist bands. "Hold out your arms, Danyel." He did as he was told and Sellene fastened a band around each wrist. They were ornate, but Daniel noticed there was still a place to attach a chain. Next, she lifted a wide circular-shaped collar also made of gold and inset with various gems and stones. He inclined his head and she placed it on his shoulders, straightening it so it covered his upper chest and back.

The second woman stepped forward and took a jar from the tray. Sellene said, "Please sit down, Danyel." He sat on the edge of the bed and the second woman pulled up a small stool, sat down facing him and began to apply kohl to his eyes.

"Is this really necessary?" he sighed.

"If you want Thoth to think of you as a learned scribe and teacher, you must look like one," replied Val'nor.

When the women finished, Val'nor motioned for them to leave.

"Wait," Daniel said, jumping to his feet. "May I speak to this woman first?" he asked, gesturing at Sellene.

Val'nor hesitated, then nodded his permission.

Daniel took Sellene's hand in his. "Trust this man, Sellene. He has helped me and wishes to see your people and his free from the rule of this false god. If things work out, I will be contacting you with information on how we plan to accomplish this. Be careful that you only share this information with people you are certain you can trust."

"I will, Danyel. We will be ready when the time comes. And thank you," she said, leaning forward and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

The women departed and Val'nor turned to Daniel again. "What did you tell her?"

"That she should trust you. And to be ready when the time comes."

Satisfied, Val'nor now asked Daniel, "Are you ready to meet Thoth?"

"As I'll ever be."

"Remember to kneel and not raise your head until given permission. Kresh'nar will be accompanying us, but he will allow me to explain to Thoth what skills you have and suggest how he might use them. He will then most likely question you himself. You have prepared your answers?"

"Yes. I just hope my answers are convincing. He can't find out I am one of the Tau'ri."

"Good luck, Daniel," Val'nor said, extending his hand.

"Thank you, Val'nor," Daniel replied, extending his own hand and clasping arms with the Jaffa.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It had only been a few days since Sam had been inspired by her C.O. (she mentally shook her head at that thought) to try a different approach to studying the crystals. So far, she hadn't made any progress. She was frustrated to the point of distraction and she didn't like it. She glanced over at the calendar on the wall, adding up the days since Daniel had gone missing. It was too much like her experience a year ago. But this is different. At least we know Daniel is alive somewhere. At least, I hope he is. She slammed her fist down on the table, fighting back tears. Get a grip! This isn't going to help him!

"You're right, it's not," said a voice behind her.

Did I say that out loud? she thought as she turned to see said C.O. standing in the doorway.

"Sorry, sir."

"Give it a rest, Carter. It'll come to you eventually. Remember what they say: 'Las Vegas wasn't built in a day'."

"Yes, sir," she chuckled, feeling some of the tension leave her as she did. It was then she noticed he was dressed for a mission.

"Another S & R, sir?"

"Yeah. Hammond's going to let us check out an address the rebel Jaffa gave us. T's going with. So's SG-12."

Sam was grateful the general was continuing to let teams do S & R three weeks on. She was afraid if too much time passed he would be forced to call a halt to these missions. Part of her wanted to be out there searching for Daniel, but the other part of her knew the crystals might be their best chance at finding him. She jumped slightly when the colonel put his hand on her arm.

"I meant it, Carter. You'll figure it out. Daniel'l hang in there till we find him. Heck, he's probably got them all wrapped around his little finger and talked into letting him study every ancient text and building they have. We'll have to drag him away."

She laughed again and felt the last of her tension slip away. She felt so grateful to this man for being able to do that for her.

"You're probably right, sir. But I think I'll get back to work on these crystals, just in case he's ready to come home."

"You do that, Carter," he said with a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "And Teal'c and I will go and check out this planet-just in case."

"Good luck, sir."

"Back atcha, Carter," he said, heading for the doorway.

"Sir?"

"What?" He paused and faced her again.

"Thanks."

A nod and a smile was his only response as he turned again and headed for the gateroom.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Daniel and Val'nor exited the servants' quarters of the palace and proceeded down a long portico bordered by an area of gardens and fountains. These, too, were in disrepair like the ones he'd seen on entering the city, but here there was a small group of slaves working to return them to their previous glory. They left the gardens and entered the main palace. The change was immediate and dramatic. The hall he found himself in was long with high ceilings supported with columns trimmed in gold. The walls were decorated with colorful murals of gardens and wildlife. The floor was covered in intricate designs of inlaid tile. A memory surfaced of walking down a similar hall to see another Goa'uld. Jack had been with him then as they were being led to their first meeting with Ra. He hoped that's where the similarity ended and that he could make it through this meeting without getting killed. Jack would only be with him in spirit this time, along with Sam and Teal'c.

He continued to be distracted by the murals and mosaics, many now telling stories of the "gods'" accomplishments. It was like reading a history of ancient Egypt, only these weren't the ancient Egyptian gods he was reading about, but the Goa'uld versions of them. He hadn't realized he had come to a stop until he felt the tap of Val'nor's staff weapon on his shoulder. He glanced at Val'nor and saw the warning there-he was unrestrained for now, but he knew that could change if he didn't "behave".

He resumed walking, not letting himself get distracted again. After several turns they entered an even larger hallway with two huge golden doors at the end. A guard was standing on either side and in the center, waiting for them, was Kresh'nar.

"Eyes down," Val'nor whispered.

Immediately Daniel turned his gaze from Kresh'nar to the floor. Val'nor came to a stop and Daniel did also.

"My lord."

"Val'nor," Kresh'nar acknowledged him. "Is the slave ready to be presented?"

"He is, my lord."

"Then let us proceed. I will enter first and then present you and the slave to our god."

At a nod from Kresh'nar the two guards opened the huge doors and the three of them entered the throne room. It was all Daniel could do not to lift his head and take in the opulence of the room. He did, however, have a good view of the tile floor which depicted rows and rows of bound captives. He had seen this in Egypt and knew the symbolism of the pharaoh walking on his enemies.

Kresh'nar brought the group to a halt and Daniel immediately went down on both knees. He heard voices and sensed other people in the room, but couldn't tell how many. A hush fell and Kresh'nar began.

"My lord Thoth. I am here to present a slave who I believe could be a valuable servant to you. Your loyal Jaffa, Val'nor, is in charge of this slave and is familiar with his skills. Please allow him to tell you about the slave."

The unmistakable dual voice of a Goa'uld filled the hall. "You may proceed."

Val'nor stepped forward, bowed, and began. "My lord, this slave was acquired several weeks ago. In that time I have found him to be very intelligent and have also discovered that he speaks many languages, including Goa'uld. He has proven his ability to communicate with several groups of recently acquired slaves who speak unfamiliar languages. He would be useful in training the new slaves as he would be able to translate their orders. I believe his skills could be of service to you as a teacher and translator."

Daniel heard the Goa'uld rise and descend the steps, his sandaled feet coming into view before stopping in front of him.

"What is your name, slave?"

Here was the first test. Daniel knew people had heard his name, so changing it could only bring suspicion on him. He decided a slight variation would be the best choice.

"Danyel, my lord," he replied, stretching the syllables as much as possible.

"Where is your home, Danyel?"

"Patras, my lord." Again, that was where they had found him, so no one could dispute it.

"What was your position there?", he asked as he began to pace slowly back and forth in front of Daniel.

"My lord, I was a keeper of our history and languages. I was also responsible for learning the languages of those who came to our world through the chappa'ai looking for trade. And I was responsible for passing this knowledge on to others."

"Rise and look at me."

Daniel took a deep breath and let it out, getting his nerves under control. He stood and lifted his head, looking upon Thoth for the first time. The host was young, perhaps Daniel's age, with dark hair and eyes and bronze skin. He wondered what kind of life this host had been ripped from and how long ago it had happened. He remembered Apophis' host as he lay dying in the infirmary, talking about his life and family left behind in ancient Egypt. He realized Thoth was also assessing him. Thoth was looking at him with the usual air of superiority, enjoying having power over another. But Daniel also saw curiosity. Could he tell Daniel was hiding something? He held his gaze as steady as possible. Jack always told him he was a bad poker player. "It's your eyes, Daniel. They give you away." He prayed they wouldn't give him away this time.

Their mutual appraisal was ended when Thoth spoke. "How is it that one so young attains a position of such importance and has the knowledge of so many languages?"

"My lord, I was trained from childhood for the position. I showed an aptitude for languages."

"Are you as intelligent as Val'nor claims?"

"My lord, I simply use my skills to the best of my ability. It is for you to decide how intelligent I am and how best to use those skills."

"A very diplomatic answer," he replied, smiling. "I believe Val'nor is right about you."

A few more paces in silence and Thoth continued. "It is true that I am in need of a teacher and a translator. We lost many of our scribes and have been lacking someone to teach our young charges. I believe you could be useful in translating information we obtain and in training the new slaves we acquire. I am offering this position to you, Danyel of Patras. Will you faithfully serve your God in this manner?"

Even though this was what he had been hoping for, Daniel could hardly bring himself to pledge his loyalty to this snake. He choked out his reply, "I would be honored, my lord."

"So be it." He turned to one of his guards. "Bring in the children of the gods so they may meet their new teacher and see him complete his ceremony of loyalty."

The first thing he realized was that he was about to see his daughter for the first time. His heart began to race with anticipation. But he was distracted by the second part of Thoth's statement. My ' ceremony of loyalty'? What the hell is that? He glanced surreptitiously towards Val'nor. Why hadn't he told him? But Val'nor had a slightly unsettled look himself. Maybe he didn't know, either.

At that moment a group of children and youth entered the hall and clustered around Thoth's throne. Daniel began searching the group, wondering if he would be able to pick out Dan'e. There were a boy and girl who appeared to be in their mid-teens. He assumed they must be getting close to the age when the Goa'uld would send for them to be their new host. Did they know what was ahead of them? There were several who looked to be about 11 or 12, several a couple of years younger than that and four who were probably between 6-8 years old. Dan'e would be in that group. Three of them were girls and he saw they all had dark hair. Which one was she? Two were looking at him with curious brown eyes, and the third was partially blocked by an older child. She pushed her way to the front and looked straight at Daniel. That has to be her, he thought as he looked into a pair of eyes as blue as his own.

His heart was pounding and it was all he could do not to rush forward and take her in his arms. Here was all of his and Sha're's dreams come true standing before him, but out of his reach.

His attention was pulled away from his daughter as Thoth spoke again.

"We will now proceed with the ceremony of loyalty. Kneel, servant Danyel."

He did as he was told, wondering what he was going to have to do. He could lie and swear his loyalty, but he had a feeling there was going to be more to it than that.

Thoth stepped forward and lifted the ornate collar off of Daniel's shoulders and over his head, handing it to a servant.

"Do you pledge your loyalty and service to your god, Thoth?"

"I do, my lord."

"Do you promise to keep our secrets safe from our enemies, and to defend your god if called upon to do so?"

"I do, my lord."

"Then rise and receive the mark of your god."

Daniel tensed. That doesn't sound good.

As he rose to his feet, Kresh'nar stepped up beside him and lifted Daniel's right arm out to the side, holding it tightly and tucking it between his own arm and his body. He motioned for Val'nor to do the same with the left arm. Daniel looked into Val'nor's eyes again and realized that Val'nor didn't know what to expect, either.

Another Jaffa walked up to Thoth and handed him a metal rod. To Daniel it looked a lot like a Goa'uld pain stick, and even though he didn't think that's what it was, he had a feeling pain was still going to be involved.

Thoth approached him and extended the tip of the stick towards him. Daniel could see the end was in the shape of the crescent moon surrounded by the full moon. The mark of your god. Thoth activated a switch and it began to glow. Daniel clenched his jaw and braced himself. Thoth extended it to the right side of Daniel's chest just below the collarbone, and touched it to his skin.

Agony shot through Daniel's chest and he felt like he had been stabbed. He jerked in the Jaffas' grasps, but they had effectively immobilized him. He bit his tongue in an effort to keep from crying out. The only sound that escaped was a low moan. Fortunately, the pain began to subside as soon as Thoth pulled the rod away. Daniel looked down and saw the mark of Thoth imprinted on his chest. Thoth stepped away, handing the rod back to the Jaffa. Turning to the crowd, he announced, "Here is Danyel, newest scribe to Thoth." All of the people in the hall Daniel hadn't paid attention to before were now bowing their heads towards him at the announcement. Thoth turned to Kresh'nar and said, "Take him and prepare him for his new duties."

"Yes, my lord."

Val'nor and Kresh'nar each kept a hand on Daniel's arms as they picked up the staff weapons they had laid aside and led him from the room. The last thing he saw as they left the hall was Dan'e staring back at him.

* * * * *

The good news was the pain had subsided quickly after the rod had been removed. The bad news was that Val'nor had learned and shared with him that it was more than a simple brand. Thoth had acquired new technology that implanted a tiny chip under the skin. With it, he could locate and track a person and had the added bonus of being able to inflict pain. All designed to make sure Thoth didn't lose valuable "property" to either escape or kidnapping by another Goa'uld, while giving him an easy way to administer punishment.

Just peachy, he thought, hearing Jack's voice in his head. He wondered how many people were being implanted with the chip. It also crossed his mind that it could complicate their plans for rebellion, but they would cross that bridge when they came to it.

Daniel had spent the remainder of the day, plus the next one, being shown his personal quarters and the areas where he would be working. It was capped off by a visit to Thoth's library. It was a massive place that encompassed an entire wing of the palace. He was definitely living up to the title "God of Knowledge." In addition to the computer-like terminals where information could be accessed, there were walls filled with books, scrolls, and maps. The amount of knowledge contained here was overwhelming. Sam would love this. Daniel wondered how much time he would be allowed to spend here and if he could research Goa'uld technology without getting caught. But that would be secondary to his main goal-getting himself, Dan'e, and anyone else wanting freedom out of here.

The third day had been spent instructing Daniel on specific things he was to include in his teaching and on how his schedule would be divided between teaching the youth and working with the various groups of slaves.

Finally, he had met the surviving scribes-all three of them. Two were actually young apprentices, still learning themselves. The other was an older man named Wajan, who wasn't quite up to the task of teaching children anymore. He was kind and always had a proverb to share, and he reminded Daniel a little of Shamda. He was going to spend most of his time training the two apprentices while Daniel would work with the group of young people. Daniel did not miss the fact that all three men carried the mark of Thoth.

On the morning of the fourth day, Daniel was retrieved from his quarters, fed a small breakfast, and led to his first meeting with the slaves. With Val'nor accompanying him, he left the palace and reentered the gardens. It felt good to breathe in the fresh air and feel the sun warm his skin. Regardless of its spaciousness, the palace felt very confining.

They arrived in the area of the slave quarters and soon entered a large plaza. There was a raised platform in the center, and waiting at the top of it was Mal'rac.

Daniel and Val'nor climbed the short flight of steps and came face to face with the Jaffa. Daniel was nervous at being in the presence of the man who had beaten him, but he was determined not to be intimidated. Mal'rac glared at Daniel, obviously unhappy that Daniel had been placed in a position of having any kind of power, no matter how small. Daniel stared steadily at the Jaffa, refusing to back down under the hate-filled glare being directed at him.

"Mal'rac, Danyel is here to translate and to determine what special skills any of the slaves might have." Val'nor no longer called him "my lord", having been promoted to a position equal to Mal'rac's. It was clear Mal'rac was not happy with that decision either.

"Very well," Mal'rac replied with a scowl.

A group of about a dozen slaves and their guards entered the plaza and stopped in front of the platform.

"Begin!" Mal'rac barked.

Daniel tried greeting them in several languages before hitting on the right one. He then explained that he would be translating their work orders, determining what skills they had, and choosing someone to be taught Goa'uld. Mal'rac gave Daniel the details of the work he wanted the men to do and Daniel translated the information. The work was more detailed and required more explanation than the Jaffa had been able to communicate to the slaves. Next, Daniel questioned each person as to their skills and recorded the information, along with their name, into a recording device he had been given. Finally, he chose a man who already spoke several languages to be the one to learn Goa'uld. As the first group left, another entered the plaza. The process was repeated with the second group and they were soon on their way.

A third group entered and Daniel was happy to see Cimon and his former work crew. He started to descend the steps to greet them but was stopped by Mal'rac's hand on his arm. "You will remain here to perform your duties." Daniel hesitated and Mal'rac's grip tightened.

He knew there was no point in arguing and returned to the top of the platform.

He completed his translation of their instructions and the skill survey, and then chose Cimon to be the one to learn Goa'uld. Daniel and Val'nor had already decided that the "language classes" would be the perfect way for them to make rebellion plans with the slaves. Daniel wanted Cimon in that group.

Mal'rac, however, seemed intent on spoiling those plans. "This man will stay with the work crew. Choose another."

Daniel took a deep breath and faced Mal'rac. "I know this man and he has an aptitude for languages. He should be the one to learn Goa'uld."

Mal'rac was fuming now. "Do not cross me, slave. You will regret it."

Val'nor stepped between them and addressed Mal'rac. "Danyel is no longer a slave, but a valuable servant chosen by Thoth for this task. He has been given authority to choose whom he sees fit. Should I tell our lord Thoth that you disagree with his decision?"

Mal'rac, red-faced with anger, looked from Daniel to Val'nor. "Very well," he hissed, "take the slave."

Daniel completed his tasks without any further confrontations. He was keenly aware, however, that they had both made a powerful enemy in Mal'rac.. He had seen six groups of slaves in all and he would see four more the next day. The language lessons would then begin after the evening meal.

As the last of the slaves and Jaffa exited the plaza, Val'nor turned to Daniel. "Let us go to the kitchens for a mid-day meal. It will then be time to meet Dan'e and the others."

Daniel's heart skipped a beat. He was finally going to meet his daughter. What would she be like? What would she think of him? His mind was still swirling with questions as he sat eating in the palace kitchen a short time later. Or rather, not eating. Picking was more like it. The anticipation of meeting Dan'e was making him too nervous to eat.

"Daniel, you must eat."

"Sorry, Val'nor. All I can think about is Dan'e. I know Makare told her about Sha're, but what about Apophis?"

"Daniel, Dan'e is an intelligent child. Not long ago, Makare told her that Apophis was not her real father. She told her that her real father was a warrior and scholar of the Tau'ri and that he helped defeat Ra. She believes that she and her mother were then taken by Apophis. She also knows this is a secret she must tell no one."

What a burden for a young child to carry, he thought. Of course, he had carried his own burden at a young age, but he thought it paled in comparison to Dan'e's.

"It is time," Val'nor said, rising from the small table. Daniel pushed the half-eaten meal away and rose to follow.

They made their way through the palace and arrived at the room Daniel had been shown earlier where he would be teaching. It was spacious and contained an area of tables and benches and another area covered in floor cushions. There was also a large balcony that looked out over the city and beyond to the river.

Daniel took a few minutes to get settled, checking to see that the books he'd requested from the library had arrived. Then it was time. Several women entered, escorting his new "pupils." They lined up and waited for Daniel to speak. His eyes scanned down the row of youth and came to rest on Dan'e. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He knew it was her-her mouth, nose, everything about her face reflected Sha're, except her eyes. Those she had gotten from him.

"Danyel?"

He looked up to see Makare standing behind Dan'e and realized they were all waiting for him to speak. Great first impression I'm making.

"Welcome. I am Danyel," he said in the Abydonian form of ancient Egyptian. "Can all of you understand me?"

There were nods and words of affirmation. He knew they had all come from worlds where the people had been transplanted from ancient Egypt and had hoped they would all understand this language.

"Good. How about now?" he asked, switching to Goa'uld. There were fewer "yes's" this time, but Daniel knew some of the kids hadn't been here very long and were probably still learning it.

"That's all right," he said, switching back to Egyptian. "That's one of the things we will be learning. Let's get acquainted first. Why don't you each tell me your names?" He moved to one end of the line, coming to stand in front of the oldest teen boy. He looked at Daniel warily but still gave his name.

"I am Ankhu, my lord."

"You do not need to call me 'my lord'. Just call me Danyel."

"As you wish, Danyel."

Next was the oldest girl. "I am Nebet," she said, giving him a shy smile.

He continued down the line and finally reached the last child. "I am Dan'e," she said, looking at Daniel curiously. "Your eyes are the same color as mine," she added.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Where I come from many people have blue eyes."

"But I have not seen anyone here in the palace with blue eyes."

"One of my parents had blue eyes and passed that on to me. Maybe someone in your family has blue eyes."

She seemed to consider this and began to ask another question. "But . . ."

"Dan'e, enough," Makare admonished gently. "You can ask questions later." She glanced nervously at Daniel. Was she worried that someone would put two and two together and figure out who he was? He hoped not.

"Sorry," Dan'e said, lowering her eyes.

"It's all right, Dan'e," replied Daniel. "We can talk about it later," he said, smiling at her curiosity. She looked up at him with a smile of her own. Oh, yeah. She's mine.

The women left their charges in Daniel's care and he invited them to sit on the cushions where they could get acquainted. He also discussed the things he would be teaching.
Ankhu had been fairly quiet and didn't seem to be happy with the situation. Daniel had learned that Ankhu thought he would be returning home to be a noble and warrior in the court of Montu. When Daniel mentioned learning languages and history, he spoke up.

"Why do I need to learn other languages? Or what happened in the past? I will have servants to translate for me. I know everything I need to know to serve my god."

"What if something happens to those servants," Daniel challenged, "as it did with Thoth's servants? What if these servants aren't with you when you are confronted with a new language? What if the servants are not trustworthy?"

"I . . . I don't know," he replied, obviously never having considered these points.

"What if you are on a strange planet or traveling in a ship and receive a communication that says, 'Waarschuwing! U bent een mijngebied ingegaan,'" he said, wondering if his grandfather would be proud of him for remembering his Dutch. "What would you do?

"I don't know," Ankhu said, his former bravado gone.

"That's all right. Just understand that it's important to know what's going on around you and that you can't always depend on someone else for your information. As for the history, it can be helpful to know what did and didn't work in the past in order to plan for the future."

"Very well, Danyel. I will try. But tell me something?"

"What?"

"What did those words mean that you spoke?"

Daniel chuckled. I said, "Warning! You have just entered a mine field." Isn't that the truth!

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Part Three