To Prod and Stir
It was a hard time for all of them. Nearly everyone had lost a loved one, either in the fight or afterwards to the executions.
If Ra had expected this to destroy the rebellion, he was wrong. Resentment was higher than before and slowly turned into a deep and burning hatred that was all the more deadly because it was forcibly tempered with caution.
Daniel was uncomfortably aware of the fact that he had become an integral part of the resistance.
His words had inspired the first rebellion, and though they had not been victorious and the punishment had been harsh, he who had spoken blasphemy against the gods still lived.
He was in a dangerous position.
At the moment, the people believed in him because he had defied Ra and yet lived. Any moment though somebody could get the idea that Daniel had been sent by another god to undermine Ra, or by Ra himself to test their faith.
Both conclusions would mean Daniel's death, and while he didn't value his life very highly since Jack, Sam and Teal'c had died, he knew that his death would suffocate the resistance and cement Ra's reign.
Daniel knew that he had to do something before the hatred boiled over. So, when he noticed that Jaffa started to patrol in pairs or groups of four, he called a few young men and started planning traps.
Never twice in the same place, Jaffa disappeared.
Digging workable pitfalls in the sandy ground was demanding and delicate work, but it paid off. Soon they had enough Zats and Staffs to actually train some of their people, and instead of building traps, they laid ambushes.
When he was brought overheard whispers of a poorly guarded shipment of weapons that was to come soon, he knew that the time to strike had come.
Good thing that Ra's very own lo'taur, a man with a greek nose and sharp brown eyes, had his own reasons to fear and hate the gods.