CHAPTER FOUR
There was no discussion about what had happened the previous night. Although half the base knew Jonas stayed the night in Isobel's room. They could have talked all night, for all they knew.
"I thought it was Celtic and Gaelic, but I see now it's more than just that. It's Gaelig and Latin. Not to mention Welsh," Daniel announced.
Jonas nodded, he agreed with what Daniel was saying.
"But all the words are pronounced differently, you say?" Daniel asked Jonas.
"Not all the words, but a vast majority of the words are pronounced very differently from how they are on Earth," Jonas explained.
Daniel shook his head in disbelief. The language was huge. There were a total of 74 letters and thousands of symbols in just one language.
"If I'm translating this correctly," Daniel began. "The writing on the door says, "Beloved, oh cherished and beautiful. Here rests our queen."
Jonas' eyes widened, "All of those symbols mean just that?"
"No, just the first line. I'm having trouble translating the rest."
Jonas nodded and pointed out the next line. "Something about if you find her please don't let her fall into the wrong hands."
One of the symbols was written out on a paper Daniel held in his hands. In Gaelig it was, 'cunnartach'.
"Danger," Daniel told Jonas.
"She's very powerful, I'm getting that from my translations," Jonas added.
Daniel nodded, "Does this mean she is powerful enough to destroy the Goau'ld?"
"Her people did it once; they can do it again for sure."
"We can we ask of her something so big. I'm sure she wants to return to her world."
"She doesn't think she would be welcomed back to her world."
"Why?"
"It's been ten years. They either have a new ruler, are at war, or under some sort of dictatorship. She doesn't know if the Council survived the war at all. She hopes they did, so they can keep chaos to a minimum."
"Council? I thought it was a monarchy?"
"No, it's a Republic Monarchy. They have voting in the Council, who help the queen and king make wise decisions."
Daniel understood. It seemed like a simple way of life. "Currency?" he inquired.
"Not at all, they did away with currency hundreds of years ago."
"Much like a Utopia, are they communist in any way?"
Jonas shook his head, "No, they don't like communism."
They went over more notes and interrupted themselves for a break. It was noon and they were both too hungry to work anymore. Jonas said he would get Isobel and would meet him in the mess soon.
***
Jonas entered the small room where Isobel sat painting a scenery picture. She looked up and laughed.
"Hello, a chroi," she replied.
He smiled back and hugged her. He kissed her hair, which was braided partially.
"How are you?" he asked.
"Well, and you?"
Jonas nodded, "Good. Would you like to join Doctor Jackson and I for lunch? I'm unsure who else will be there..."
"That would be splendid!" Isobel replied in her excited tone.
Jonas helped her up and then lifted her off her feet. She laughed and told him he need not carry her, but he insisted. He told her he would let her down when they reached the mess. She laughed in response and allowed him to.
***
Many minutes later, SG-1 sat with Isobel eating lunch. She asked about what each food was and whether it was a fruit or a vegetable. They were amused at her curiosity, but helped her.
"Am I allowed outside?" she asked.
Jack sighed, "Hammond isn't sure about it, the President is totally against it because you are so different from the rest of our people."
Isobel nodded. "Will we be going to my world then?"
"We thought you were unsure of the condition of your world," Daniel said.
"But I have thought about it and I believe we should go there. You all should, so I can return my gratitude."
"For what?" Jack asked.
"For rescuing me, silly," Isobel replied.
Sam said, "You really don't have to."
"But I insist on giving your people a slight technological advancement. It's not enough to cause any chaos, but it is just enough. It may even help you defeat the Goua'ld," the Fae answered, placing her silverware down at her plate.
"That's what we wanted to talk to you about," Jack said.
"I know."
She looked at each of their faces. She surprised them once again by knowing their present thoughts.
"Do you intend on helping us physically?" Teal'c asked.
Isobel nodded. "If it is within my ability to do so, Indeed, I intend on helping your people physically. If my people are without chaos and war, I as well intend on our Imperial Guard in helping as well."
"Thank you," Daniel said shocked. "This must be a lot for you to promise."
"Not at all, I am doing it for you," Isobel said to the whole group, but only looked at Jonas. She loved him, she could not allow them all to be harmed. She was forever in each of their debts. "I will be forever grateful to each of you and forever in debt to you."
They all respectfully nodded their heads, careful not to make any cultural mistakes.
***
Isobel assured the man at the gate controls that the address was not needed. She and SG-1 came to the gate room soon afterwards.
With a simple wave of her arms into the shape of a V, the gate was dialed, locked, and opened to the location of Isobel's world, which her people called Fair because of the perfect weather.
The teams stood in awe. General Hammond ordered SG-11 and 12 to come to the gateroom incase backup was needed. The group of six walked through the gate and ended up on the other side.
The ground along the gate had been scorched recently, that was the first thing Isobel had noticed. There were few vessels flying overhead, it was normal for that time of day. It was near the evening, but there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
Then Isobel noticed the changes. The palace looked as if it had been the center of a fight a few years back. And there weren't many people out of their houses.
"Hai, people of Fair," Isobel spoke loudly.
She waited for a response. SG-1 stood around, wondering what they could do.
One woman came out of the palace. For awhile she just stood there, her long blonde hair swaying in the light breeze. She wore a long lavender gown, and she looked related to Isobel.
"Evelyn?" Isobel asked.
The woman broke into a cry and ran to Isobel. She hugged her close.
"It has been so long, my cousin!" she cheered.
Jack decided to butt in, "What's happened here?"
Evelyn loosed her grasp and stepped back from Isobel. "Who are these people?"
"They are friends, they found me several days ago in my frozen tomb."
Isobel introduced them all one by one.
"What has happened here, cousin?" Isobel asked.
"The war went on for years. Government against Council. Then your betrothed- -"
"Betrothed?" Jack interrupted, mainly pointing it out to Jonas.
"I know, Jack," Jonas just about hissed. "He was very abusive to Isobel."
"Ah," Jack answered.
"Your betrothed led a revolt against monarchy and Council. He insisted there needed to be a change in how things happened," Evelyn continued. "I killed him one year ago to this day where you stand."
Isobel looked down at the grass. She then looked back at her cousin.
"The war is over but our people have gone bored with mundane. They cry blood, they want to kill something evil but cannot think of what to kill."
"How about some Gou'ld?" Jack offered.
Eveyln nodded, "If it is for you, the people who saved my cousin, we shall!"
People left their homes shouting cheers. They filled out in the street to see the people who had come.
"I cannot ask for my throne, cousin. My place is not as ruler, you understand that I was thrust into a position I did not want," Isobel replied.
Evelyn nodded. "Then whoever you wish to rule, will do so with honor and you may have your throne at any time."
"You will rule," Isobel ordered. She backed up and gripped her hand around Jonas'.
"Let it be known on this day!" Evelyn cheered out. "We will destroy the Gou'ld opression once and for all!"
A celebration broke out in the streets of Fair.
To Be Continued.
There was no discussion about what had happened the previous night. Although half the base knew Jonas stayed the night in Isobel's room. They could have talked all night, for all they knew.
"I thought it was Celtic and Gaelic, but I see now it's more than just that. It's Gaelig and Latin. Not to mention Welsh," Daniel announced.
Jonas nodded, he agreed with what Daniel was saying.
"But all the words are pronounced differently, you say?" Daniel asked Jonas.
"Not all the words, but a vast majority of the words are pronounced very differently from how they are on Earth," Jonas explained.
Daniel shook his head in disbelief. The language was huge. There were a total of 74 letters and thousands of symbols in just one language.
"If I'm translating this correctly," Daniel began. "The writing on the door says, "Beloved, oh cherished and beautiful. Here rests our queen."
Jonas' eyes widened, "All of those symbols mean just that?"
"No, just the first line. I'm having trouble translating the rest."
Jonas nodded and pointed out the next line. "Something about if you find her please don't let her fall into the wrong hands."
One of the symbols was written out on a paper Daniel held in his hands. In Gaelig it was, 'cunnartach'.
"Danger," Daniel told Jonas.
"She's very powerful, I'm getting that from my translations," Jonas added.
Daniel nodded, "Does this mean she is powerful enough to destroy the Goau'ld?"
"Her people did it once; they can do it again for sure."
"We can we ask of her something so big. I'm sure she wants to return to her world."
"She doesn't think she would be welcomed back to her world."
"Why?"
"It's been ten years. They either have a new ruler, are at war, or under some sort of dictatorship. She doesn't know if the Council survived the war at all. She hopes they did, so they can keep chaos to a minimum."
"Council? I thought it was a monarchy?"
"No, it's a Republic Monarchy. They have voting in the Council, who help the queen and king make wise decisions."
Daniel understood. It seemed like a simple way of life. "Currency?" he inquired.
"Not at all, they did away with currency hundreds of years ago."
"Much like a Utopia, are they communist in any way?"
Jonas shook his head, "No, they don't like communism."
They went over more notes and interrupted themselves for a break. It was noon and they were both too hungry to work anymore. Jonas said he would get Isobel and would meet him in the mess soon.
***
Jonas entered the small room where Isobel sat painting a scenery picture. She looked up and laughed.
"Hello, a chroi," she replied.
He smiled back and hugged her. He kissed her hair, which was braided partially.
"How are you?" he asked.
"Well, and you?"
Jonas nodded, "Good. Would you like to join Doctor Jackson and I for lunch? I'm unsure who else will be there..."
"That would be splendid!" Isobel replied in her excited tone.
Jonas helped her up and then lifted her off her feet. She laughed and told him he need not carry her, but he insisted. He told her he would let her down when they reached the mess. She laughed in response and allowed him to.
***
Many minutes later, SG-1 sat with Isobel eating lunch. She asked about what each food was and whether it was a fruit or a vegetable. They were amused at her curiosity, but helped her.
"Am I allowed outside?" she asked.
Jack sighed, "Hammond isn't sure about it, the President is totally against it because you are so different from the rest of our people."
Isobel nodded. "Will we be going to my world then?"
"We thought you were unsure of the condition of your world," Daniel said.
"But I have thought about it and I believe we should go there. You all should, so I can return my gratitude."
"For what?" Jack asked.
"For rescuing me, silly," Isobel replied.
Sam said, "You really don't have to."
"But I insist on giving your people a slight technological advancement. It's not enough to cause any chaos, but it is just enough. It may even help you defeat the Goua'ld," the Fae answered, placing her silverware down at her plate.
"That's what we wanted to talk to you about," Jack said.
"I know."
She looked at each of their faces. She surprised them once again by knowing their present thoughts.
"Do you intend on helping us physically?" Teal'c asked.
Isobel nodded. "If it is within my ability to do so, Indeed, I intend on helping your people physically. If my people are without chaos and war, I as well intend on our Imperial Guard in helping as well."
"Thank you," Daniel said shocked. "This must be a lot for you to promise."
"Not at all, I am doing it for you," Isobel said to the whole group, but only looked at Jonas. She loved him, she could not allow them all to be harmed. She was forever in each of their debts. "I will be forever grateful to each of you and forever in debt to you."
They all respectfully nodded their heads, careful not to make any cultural mistakes.
***
Isobel assured the man at the gate controls that the address was not needed. She and SG-1 came to the gate room soon afterwards.
With a simple wave of her arms into the shape of a V, the gate was dialed, locked, and opened to the location of Isobel's world, which her people called Fair because of the perfect weather.
The teams stood in awe. General Hammond ordered SG-11 and 12 to come to the gateroom incase backup was needed. The group of six walked through the gate and ended up on the other side.
The ground along the gate had been scorched recently, that was the first thing Isobel had noticed. There were few vessels flying overhead, it was normal for that time of day. It was near the evening, but there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
Then Isobel noticed the changes. The palace looked as if it had been the center of a fight a few years back. And there weren't many people out of their houses.
"Hai, people of Fair," Isobel spoke loudly.
She waited for a response. SG-1 stood around, wondering what they could do.
One woman came out of the palace. For awhile she just stood there, her long blonde hair swaying in the light breeze. She wore a long lavender gown, and she looked related to Isobel.
"Evelyn?" Isobel asked.
The woman broke into a cry and ran to Isobel. She hugged her close.
"It has been so long, my cousin!" she cheered.
Jack decided to butt in, "What's happened here?"
Evelyn loosed her grasp and stepped back from Isobel. "Who are these people?"
"They are friends, they found me several days ago in my frozen tomb."
Isobel introduced them all one by one.
"What has happened here, cousin?" Isobel asked.
"The war went on for years. Government against Council. Then your betrothed- -"
"Betrothed?" Jack interrupted, mainly pointing it out to Jonas.
"I know, Jack," Jonas just about hissed. "He was very abusive to Isobel."
"Ah," Jack answered.
"Your betrothed led a revolt against monarchy and Council. He insisted there needed to be a change in how things happened," Evelyn continued. "I killed him one year ago to this day where you stand."
Isobel looked down at the grass. She then looked back at her cousin.
"The war is over but our people have gone bored with mundane. They cry blood, they want to kill something evil but cannot think of what to kill."
"How about some Gou'ld?" Jack offered.
Eveyln nodded, "If it is for you, the people who saved my cousin, we shall!"
People left their homes shouting cheers. They filled out in the street to see the people who had come.
"I cannot ask for my throne, cousin. My place is not as ruler, you understand that I was thrust into a position I did not want," Isobel replied.
Evelyn nodded. "Then whoever you wish to rule, will do so with honor and you may have your throne at any time."
"You will rule," Isobel ordered. She backed up and gripped her hand around Jonas'.
"Let it be known on this day!" Evelyn cheered out. "We will destroy the Gou'ld opression once and for all!"
A celebration broke out in the streets of Fair.
To Be Continued.