CHAPTER TEN

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The colonel hit the bridge at a dead run, Teal'c close on his heels. He could hear Laianna screaming in protest, railing against Carter's strong grip.

"The temple, Teal'c!" Jack yelled over his shoulder, his finger already on the trigger of his MP-5. "They'll be at the temple!"

As he ran toward the ruins, Jack could see the Alarans milling around the base of the stairs leading up to the temple entrance. They looked oddly ill-at-ease, their silent mouths moving, their hands gesticulating wildly. He felt something inside him change, fade, something he hadn't even been aware was there, a subtle shadow that had lingered in the corners of his mind. He shook his head of the weird sensation and focused his eyes on the old stone structure ahead of him. Behind him, he heard Laianna scream, the sound not one of fear, but of anger.

"O'Neill," shouted Teal'c at the very instant the colonel saw Daniel.

The young man stumbled through the temple doorway, fell to his knees then pushed himself back to his feet, glancing quickly over his shoulder. Jack caught a glimpse of scarlet covering the side of his friend's face. Suddenly, the crowd of Alarans turned in unison to Daniel and Jack's blood froze.

"Daniel!"

They swarmed up the stairs, surrounding the injured archeologist, drowning him in a sea of bodies.

"Daniel!" Jack cried again.

Then Kaatzál appeared from the shadows of the entrance, his craggy face so twisted Jack swore he could feel the waves of hatred heating the cool evening air around him. The old man smiled viciously then proceeded down the stairs and into the swarm of Alarans.

"Husband!" screamed Laianna from where she still struggled, dragged along by Carter's iron grip.

Jack barreled forward taking the steps two at a time, Teal'c at his side. The big Jaffa smoothly transitioned his staff weapon to the ready position as he ran and the colonel heard it hiss to life. He knew his warrior friend wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone who got in his way of getting to Daniel.

The Alarans were in a frenzy reminding the colonel of ants teeming over a morsel of food, the only sound their grunts and the thud of their fists and feet as they impacted with what Jack feared was his friend's body. He was just on the very edges of the crowd when a scream split the air, a decidedly male scream, one that was not Daniel's.

Laianna ripped herself from Carter's hold and ran headlong into the mob calling frantically for Kaatzál. Jack aimed his MP-5 skyward and let loose a barrage of bullets and the crowd scattered in fear, leaving two figures lying curled up on the dais.

"Daniel!" cried Carter as she rushed forward with Jack and Teal'c covering her. Her finger settled on the pulse point at the archeologist's neck and she let go a sigh of relief. "He's alive, sir."

"Okay, Carter, cover me. Let's get him the hell out of here."

The major stood with her MP-5 at the ready while Jack knelt at Daniel's side. "Hey, buddy, you've got to give me a little help here, okay?"

Daniel moaned, but he nodded slowly. As Jack levered him up, he was surprised to see only the blood he'd seen earlier matting the side of his friend's head and soaking his jacket, but no other evidence of the beating he had just endured. He glanced quickly at Kaatzál who lay a short distance away and his stomach lurched; the man was lying in a pool of deep crimson, one arm resting at an impossible angle to his body.

Jack caught sight of Daniel's blood-spattered glasses and swiped them up as he and the archeologist rose to their feet. He shoved them into his vest pocket then wrapped his arm around Daniel's waist as he ducked under the younger man's arm. Wrist firmly clasped in one hand, Jack hauled his friend down the remaining stairs and away from the Alarans. He motioned with a jerk of his chin to Carter and Teal'c and the two followed, their weapons still at the ready.

The minute SG-1 cleared the temple grounds, the Alarans swarmed again and Jack turned to see Kaatzál swallowed up by the mob.

"What should we do, sir?" asked Carter, her pretty face filled with the horror of what she was witnessing.

"We get Daniel home, Major, before this crowd turns on us."

"But, sir----."

"What do you want me to do, Carter?" demanded Jack harshly. "Look at them---they're out of control. They've lost it, gone off the deep end, they're cuckoo."

The major bit her lip then nodded. "Yes, sir---I'll take point."

"Good idea."

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"Oh, God, I'm going to be sick."

Sam heard Daniel's retching begin before the words were even out of his mouth. She stopped, glanced back quickly to see O'Neill supporting the doubled over form of her friend, then scanned the surrounding landscape. Since they'd crossed the bridge, they'd encountered a few Alarans coming from the village. They'd been so intent on getting to Teóti they hadn't even acknowledged the four teammates standing in the middle of the trail. They'd just sped passed, murmuring to themselves.

Sam glanced behind her again and frowned in concern at the pale and shaking archeologist.

"Easy," urged O'Neill gently as he moved Daniel away from the expelled contents of his stomach.

"Drink, Daniel Jackson," said Teal'c. He handed the young man a canteen then redirected his gaze directly behind the small group.

Daniel took a sip of water, swished it around in his mouth then bent and spit it out on the ground. He stayed hunched over, one hand clutching the canteen, the other braced on his thigh.

Sam stepped carefully backwards until she was standing by her CO. "How's he doing, sir?" she asked.

"I'm pretty sure----," O'Neill began. "Easy there big fella." He reached out to steady Daniel who'd straightened and had immediately listed sideways.

"Sorry," mumbled the archeologist.

O'Neill captured Daniel's face between surprisingly gentle hands and peered into the blue eyes. "Yep, just what I thought. By the looks of it, you've got yourself a pretty nasty concussion, Dannyboy." He regarded his friend a moment longer then dropped his hands to Daniel's shoulders. "Let's get you to good old Doc Frasier, shall we?"

"She's not old, Jack."

The colonel snorted. "Okay, smart guy. Let's get you to good young Doc Frasier. That better?"

Daniel closed his eyes and one side of his mouth twitched up in a slight smile. "Better."

"I should probably take a look at that wound, Colonel, get it cleaned and bandaged."

"Yeah, all right, let's move off the trail and under some cover."

With O'Neill helping Daniel, the four teammates made their way through some underbrush to a small clearing. The colonel carefully lowered the archeologist to the ground, his friend's back propped against the trunk of a big tree.

Sam knelt at Daniel's side. "Hey, there," she greeted gently. She pulled her rifle strap over her head then lowered her MP-5 to the ground. Reaching over each shoulder in turn, she unsnapped her backpack from her black combat vest then grabbed the pack, unzipped it, reached inside and found the familiar shape of the first aid kit.

"Kaatzál's dead."

The major looked askance at her injured friend then shared a confused look with O'Neill.

"I too believe that to be so, Daniel Jackson," said Teal'c from where he stood at the edge of the clearing, staff weapon at the ready.

"You sound pretty certain."

Daniel looked at the colonel. "I am, Jack. Couldn't you feel it when Tezca died? I mean---." He waved his hand absently. "Really died?"

"Yeah, I guess I did," replied O'Neill, his eyebrows arching in surprise. "Why was that?"

Sam held an antiseptic-soaked cloth near Daniel's wound then frowned. "This is going to hurt, Daniel," she warned. The archeologist squeezed his eyes shut as Sam touched the cloth to the side of his head and hissed out a long breath between clenched teeth.

"Easy," said the colonel. He placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Um---," began Daniel with a pained grimace, his eyes still closed. "I think when Tezca or Kaatzál touched us they set up a sort of link. Since Tezca didn't really die after we---um---shot him, he was still able to influence us through that link. That's why we both wanted to come back, Jack."

"So when Kaatzál touched Teal'c---," started Sam reaching up to grasp her friend's chin to still him as she continued gingerly cleaning the still-weeping wound.

"A link was established," concluded the Jaffa. "And I was compelled to leave Daniel Jackson to search for you and O'Neill."

"Daniel, did either of them, you know, touch your face? Use that secretion thingy on you?"

"No, not like that anyway."

O'Neill sighed in relief and gave the shoulder under his hand a gentle squeeze.

"But that was their intent, was it not?" asked Teal'c.

"Pretty much."

Sam finished her ministrations, bandaged the injury then began cleaning Daniel's blood-streaked face. She could feel him relaxing under her touch so she nudged him gently to keep him awake. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times before she saw a semblance of focus return.

"So why the hell did the Alarans go berserk?" prompted O'Neill, his dark eyes watching Daniel with concern. "And don't tell me you don't have a theory on that."

Daniel's lips twitched into a small smile and his eyes slid closed again. "Just so happens I do have a theory, Jack," he replied thickly. "I think Tezca and Kaatzál used them. I think they've been---influencing their emotions for years. In fact it wouldn't surprise me to find out the Alarans once were like us."

"Into the touchy feely stuff?"

The archeologist snorted. "Yeah, that."

Sam finished cleaning Daniel's face then sat back on her heels. "Wow, so they've been---feeding off these poor people."

"Still doesn't explain the mob scene back there."

"I'm getting to that, Jack," rejoined Daniel without rancor. "This is just conjecture, mind you, but what if the link established eventually went both ways?"

O'Neill screwed up his face. "Both ways?"

"I believe Daniel Jackson is saying that the Alarans could experience the emotions of the brothers as well. Is that not correct?"

"That's my guess, Teal'c. It makes sense if you think about it."

"I think you're on to something here, Daniel. It would explain what happened when Kaatzál went----."

"Berserk?" finished O'Neill.

Sam smiled. "Yes, sir---berserk."

"Okay, let's say all that is true. Why didn't they attack Daniel?"

"I guess maybe because I'd never welded my power over them."

O'Neill gave his friend an amused look. "Your power?"

Daniel's eyes opened and his cheeks colored slightly, vivid against his pallor. "Not that I have any power, per se," he replied, his hand waving helplessly. He dropped his eyes. "You know what I mean, Jack."

"It's a good theory, Daniel," O'Neill responded kindly. "And it's all we may get."

"If you think that one's good, wait 'til you hear my next one."

"I'm waiting with baited breath," teased the colonel although Sam could see some genuine curiosity in his brown eyes.

Daniel looked back up at his friend. "I think the celebration was held at Teóti for a reason."

Teal'c turned his head to glance down at the archeologist. "Kaatzál no doubt could not return his mortally injured brother to the village," he speculated. "You believe the celebration was to aid in Tezca's recovery."

"Oh, my God," breathed Sam. "All those people congregated so closely in celebration---and if their links with Tezca were as strong as the one he originally had with you, then---."

"The ultimate high?"

Sam looked across Daniel to O'Neill. "I'm not sure it was for the high alone, sir. I think they really did need to---feed in order to survive."

"And Kaatzál's hope was to heal his brother," interjected the archeologist. "By using the Alarans and, well---me."

The colonel looked speculative for a long moment then he patted Daniel's shoulder. "Well, enough with the conjecture, kids. Let's get home before our friends decide they need to beat the crap out of us, too."

Sam nodded then packed up the first aid kit and slid it into her backpack. While O'Neill helped Daniel to his feet, she tossed her pack over her shoulder and with Teal'c's help, snapped it back into place. She bent and picked up her MP-5, slipped it over her shoulders then waded back through the underbrush to the trail.

They met no other Alarans on their trek back to the Stargate.

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"I SO don't want to hear it, Carter."

Daniel kept his eyes closed, but he knew exactly what was happening. "Don't tell me," he said quietly. "Kaatzál has the crystal."

"I'm sorry, Colonel. I should have checked the DHD after General Hammond contacted us, made sure we could dial out."

Jack shifted his grip on Daniel's waist. "No, Carter," he sighed. "This one's on me. Geez, I was so gung-ho about getting back to Teóti, it didn't even occur to me to check it out."

"You were under---."

"Daniel, so help me if you say it wasn't my fault I'll-----."

"Now is not the time for self-recrimination, O'Neill," interrupted Teal'c reasonably.

"Yeah, you're right, Teal'c, it's just that----."

Daniel could feel Jack's worried gaze fall on him. "I'm fine, Jack, don't worry."

"Sure you are," grumped the colonel. "Okay, do we know where Kaatzál hid the damn thing before? I mean, he didn't exactly have it with him, right?"

"No, sir, he didn't. My guess is he hid it in the village somewhere."

"Perhaps in his own dwelling."

"Okay, then Teal'c and I will go to the village and search. Carter, you stay here with Daniel, get a fire started, it'll be dark by the time we get back."

Daniel opened his eyes and lifted his head to look at his friend. "Jack---."

The colonel eyed Daniel askance. "Ah, ah----no, Daniel, you're staying here with Carter."

"But---."

"No buts," Jack said sharply. "I want you resting not traipsing around looking for that damned crystal."

Daniel couldn't help but flinch at the decibel level his friend used. "Ow?" he griped.

Jack's face softened along with his voice. "Sorry. Look, we'll find it. You just stay here and rest, okay? For once, don't argue with me, Daniel."

The archeologist smiled faintly. "All right, Jack, but don't get used to it."

Jack snorted then walked Daniel over to a small clearing just to the left of the big 'Gate. He lowered him gently against a tree then knelt beside him eyeing the bandage on the side of his head. Daniel saw a look of guilt cross his friend's features then Jack smiled and placed his hand along Daniel's jaw line curling his fingers just behind his ear.

"We'll be fine, Colonel," said Sam. "You and Teal'c are the ones who need to be careful. If the Alarans return to the village, there's no telling what they'll do."

Jack stood and pulled his MP-5 around from where he'd flung it over his back. "We'll cross that bridge if we come to it," he replied.

"There will be no such bridge, O'Neill."

"I wish I had your confidence, big guy. Okay, Carter, keep an eye on him, Teal'c, let's go find us a way home."

"What?" Daniel bleated. "No orders for me?"

Jack just waved a dismissive hand as he walked away with Teal'c at his side.

Sam had a fire started in what seemed like mere seconds to Daniel; he was watching her gather wood and the next thing he knew she was nudging him awake, a raging blaze warming his chilled body.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay, Sam."

"You need to stay awake if possible, Daniel, just until we can get you to Janet, okay?"

Daniel nodded obediently already feeling the pull of sleep tugging at him. His head throbbed incessantly and his vision was blurry, but the latter, he reminded himself with wry amusement, was no doubt due to his lack of glasses. He pictured his lenses lying on the dais of the temple, bent and broken and wondered what people in a hundred years would think of them when they found them there.

"Hey."

"Wh---What?"

"You with me, Daniel?"

"Um, yeah."

"What were you thinking about?"

Daniel leaned his head back against the tree and closed his eyes. "My glasses, actually," he replied.

"The colonel has them," said Sam.

The archeologist felt gentle fingers on the side of his head and he started slightly at the touch. He opened his eyes to see Sam staring at him anxiously. She moved her fingers to lightly brush the hair back from his forehead.

"If you want me to stay awake, Sam, you're going to have to stop doing that."

The major smiled then sat back on her heels. "Sorry," she said sheepishly. "Do you feel up to eating anything?"

Daniel furrowed his brow. "No," he replied emphatically, just the mere thought sending his stomach into revolt.

"Okay, but you need to drink some water," Sam responded as she pulled her canteen from its pouch. She opened the little container then put one hand behind Daniel's head and tipped the bottle against his lips. His stomach rebelled instantly and he pulled away, slopping water down his front. He coughed and then it was his head's turn to rebel. He could hear Sam's soothing voice in his ears and her gentle hand on his back as he fought for control.

"You okay now?"

"Oh, God," Daniel moaned.

"Easy, just take it easy."

With Sam's help, Daniel sat himself back up straight, his stomach finally settling into something close to normalcy. "Maybe water isn't such a good idea," he mumbled.

"You need to stay hydrated, Daniel," admonished Sam lightly. "Come on, we'll take it slower this time."

The archeologist eyed his friend with trepidation then reluctantly nodded. Sam put the canteen back to Daniel's lips and let him control the tip of the little container. A dribble of water hit his mouth then slid down his throat. He waited for a moment for it to settle then drank a little more. Finally, he pushed the canteen away and turned his head. Sam patted his shoulder then capped the canteen and laid it at Daniel's side. She turned herself and sat back against the tree, her arm pressing against his.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"When you were held before, couldn't you tell it was both of them? I mean you clearly knew it was Tezca, but why not Kaatzál?"

"I knew it was Tezca because he let me see his face and he talked to me."

"But Kaatzál didn't?"

Daniel shook his head. "He kept away from the torchlight and didn't say much if anything---I never knew. Looking back at it now, I should have seen the differences, but I didn't." He sighed. "Kaatzál seemed a lot more careful than his brother."

"So why do you think he let us go back through the 'Gate the first time?"

Daniel scowled. "Um, I have no idea," he replied. "He obviously knew Tezca was alive. Maybe he just wanted us out of the way for a while."

"I knew they could sense each other. It just didn't make sense when they both said they couldn't."

Daniel nodded then let his eyes slide closed. A few moments of silence passed when he suddenly felt Sam shift against him. He opened his eyes and turned to see a torch bobbing toward them. He squinted; he didn't remember it being so dark before.

Sam rose to her feet, her MP-5 aimed at the approaching visitor.

"I---I mean you no harm."

"Just stop right there," ordered the major. She brought her rifle up no doubt catching the man between the cross-hairs.

"I didn't think you'd still be here," said the man taking a tentative step forward and into the light cast by the fire.

"Etuk? It's Etuk, isn't it?" asked Daniel squinting his unfocused eyes.

"Yes, Daniel. I brought you this," replied the dark-haired Alaran. He held out Daniel's Beretta, gripping it by the barrel. "I tried to clean off the---the blood," he stammered. "There was so much----it was tucked under his---his body. I thought I'd leave it here on---on the table of symbols just in case you one day returned."

Even with his blurry vision, Daniel could tell Etuk was shaking. "Come sit by the fire," he invited.

"Daniel," hissed Sam her weapon still aimed at the Alaran.

"He's in shock, Sam. And he has my gun. He could've easily shot us both. I don't think he means us any harm."

Sam's jaw twitched, but she motioned with her gun for Etuk to sit down.

"Th---thank you," said the young man. "I am quite cold." He extinguished his torch, handed Sam the Beretta then sat cross-legged by the fire, extending trembling hands toward the flames. "I don't know why I'm so cold," he said absently.

Sam's radio crackled to life and Daniel heard Jack's voice requesting acknowledgment.

The major tucked the hand gun into her belt then fingered the radio tucked in her vest pocket. "Go ahead, sir."

"Carter, we're at the village, but we may have a little problem."

"What's that?"

"The Alarans are returning. So far they seem pretty out of it, like they aren't even really aware we're here."

"I think they're in shock, sir."

"Shock?"

"Yes, sir. We have one with us right now."

"Carter---," began the colonel heatedly.

"He seems harmless, sir, just really shaken up."

"I don't care if he's catatonic, Major! Don't let him touch anything---or anyone, for that matter!"

"He can rest assured that I mean you no harm," said Etuk. "My friends will not harm them either."

"Sir, Etuk says the villagers won't hurt you---."

"It's not me I'm worried about here," retorted Jack. "If Daniel's right and that link went both ways, who knows what this Etuk is capable of."

"I am not like---them," spat the Alaran bitterly. He looked at Daniel. "I am not like them."

"Do you know where Kaatzál hid the crystal?" asked the archeologist.

Etuk furrowed his brow in confusion.

Daniel motioned toward the DHD. "For the---the table of symbols," he explained.

"Oh, the colored tube. I would guess if he had it, it would be in his home."

"And just where exactly is that?" Daniel prompted.

Etuk turned his head and looked up at Sam. "Tell them to look for a trail that heads up hill from the village square. At the top of the trail they will find where Kaatzál and Tezca lived."

"Sir----."

"I heard, Major. We're headed there now."

"Yes, sir."

"Do not, I repeat do not let Etuk----."

"Touch anything or anyone," finished Sam. "Got it, sir."

Daniel heard Jack's exasperated sigh then he ended the transmission. Sam looked at the archeologist and shrugged, pursing her lips. She moved to sit between Daniel and Etuk, her gun still gripped and at the ready.

"You are injured," stated the Alaran looking over to Daniel. "Your hand before, but---." He touched the side of his own head. "At the temple, you were hurt again at the temple."

The archeologist raised his fingers to his bandage. "Yeah, I had a little run-in with a wall."

"I am sorry we didn't stop him earlier," responded Etuk.

"What happened to me had nothing to do with any of you."

The Alaran looked back at the fire and Daniel could tell the young man was struggling to keep it together.

"Are the others from the village okay?" asked Sam.

Etuk swallowed hard then nodded. "We all just need to figure out why----accept that we----we killed a man." He dropped his chin to his chest and covered his face with his hands. "What have we done?"

"Etuk, what happened wasn't your fault," said Daniel gently.

"We killed him with our bare hands," wept Etuk brokenly. He pulled his hands away and touched his wet cheeks with his fingertips in astonishment. "I have not shed tears since I was a child. They took that away from us." He looked at Daniel. "They took so much from us."

"I know they did."

"Why?"

"I can't answer that, Etuk."

The young man looked back to the fire, the flames' light catching on the tears that welled in his eyes. "I don't understand what happened," he began. "I have never felt such anger before and I didn't know where it came from. All I knew was that I wanted it to stop----I had to make it stop, make him stop." He drew in a deep breath then expelled it slowly. "The moment it was done, it was like a tidal wave hit me, hit us all. We just fell to our knees and stared at his body. I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry----I just knew that for the first time since before the age of change, I felt something, really felt something deeply."

"I'm so sorry, Etuk," said Sam.

"It's all we've known for so long, since our people were brought here."

"The Alarans were brought here?"

Etuk nodded. "Yes, Major. I have records my father kept when he first arrived here as a small boy. He tells of two great men who came to Alara and talked of a land across the stars where crops grew to twice their normal size, water was plentiful, and the sun shone bright and warm in a brilliant blue sky. These men convinced a group of Alarans to leave our world and step through the Ring of Stone. My father's parents were sure they were making the right decision."

"How long before things started to change?" asked Daniel.

"Not very long at all. My father said that the two men, Kaatzál and Tezca, called themselves holy men. Once a week there would be a day of rest and on that day, the villagers would gather and kneel in the main square to give thanks to their deliverers. Kaatzál and Tezca would walk down the line and each Alaran would grasp and kiss each man's hand. A special few would be touched in turn with reverence. The men would place their hands gently on each face, and whisper words of promise. My father wrote that his parents would return to him after each service----different. The children were not allowed at these ceremonies until they reached the age of change."

"Oh, my God," murmured Sam.

"Etuk, did your father write anything about disappearances from your village?"

"Yes," replied the Alaran. "The creature was called the Darkness. He would spirit away a child from his home in the middle of the night. Sometimes the child would be found wandering in the ruins of Teóti, other times the child would never be found."

"What happened to the children that were found?" asked Sam.

"They were---lost to themselves. My father's friend, Falen, was one those. His parents cared for him, but he only existed in body, not in mind."

"Until your mind shatters," whispered Daniel and he shivered. He swallowed hard and crossed his arms over his chest seeking the warmth that suddenly abandoned him.

"Daniel?"

The archeologist looked at Sam. "That's what Tezca told me, Sam. The only way I'd ever be free of him would be by death or by insanity."

"Tezca was the Darkness, wasn't he," stated Etuk with no question in his voice. "He took the children away and destroyed them."

"It may have been both of them for all we know, Etuk. Maybe they'd reach a point where they craved more than what the villagers could give and they'd have to feed on---the young ones."

"And their minds just couldn't handle it," concluded Sam angrily.

Etuk shook his head. "My father wrote that after the first disappearance, the men were never the same toward each other. He said that it almost seemed like they---they hated each other."

"Then maybe it was just one of them."

The Alaran looked at Daniel. "It was Tezca," he replied then he smiled ironically. "I can---feel it."

"So Kaatzál had no problem using adults, but he drew the line at using children," said the major. "How---cavalier of him."

Etuk frowned. "I'm glad that they're gone," he said with a hint of self-loathing. "We burned both bodies on the steps of the temple, in the city that spawned them."

Daniel closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the tree suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion; it was finally over.

"I need to return to the village, to be with my wife and my friends. If your colonel and Teal'c have not found the crystal, I will help them search."

"Thank you, Etuk," said Sam.

Daniel managed to pry his eyes open to see both the Alaran and Sam rise to their feet.

"Etuk," began the major hesitantly. "What happened to Laianna?"

"She is like the victims of the Darkness, Major. She is with us in body, but not in mind."

Sam closed her eyes a moment and pursed her lips. "What will happen to her?"

"We will care for her. She was---is our friend and we will make the remainder of her life as content as it can be."

"You're all going to be okay, Etuk," interjected Daniel. "You have to believe that."

"I hope so, Daniel. I am feeling sensations I have never felt before and they're mine and mine alone. It is both---disturbing and wonderful at the same time."

The archeologist smiled. "You'll get used to them, don't worry."

Etuk bowed slightly. "Thank you for all you've done," he said. "I am going to continue what my father started, continue writing the history of our people so our children and our children's children will know what happened here. You will be in our history, Daniel, as will you, Major, and the colonel and Teal'c. We would not be free if you hadn't come here." He put his hand to his chest and bowed again. "I speak for all of my friends---thank you."

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