“Major Carter," Major Paul Davis said, breaking the silence that had settled over the group as they trekked through the forest toward Meath.

Sam glanced back quickly at the sound of her name and observed Davis stepping carefully over an overgrown tree root. Although this was a main path to and from the Stargate, it was obvious that it hadn’t seen much use over the past few hundred years. The trees and bushes had encroached on the trail, as was evidenced by the many tree limbs, roots, and vegetation that now littered the track.

"Are you sure that this is the right way to the village? We’ve been walking for hours," Davis said, his voice anxious.

"Actually, we’re making pretty good time compared to the last time we hiked to the village. When we were here before, we had to do this in the pouring rain," Daniel said, speaking up before Sam could answer the question. Daniel maneuvered himself around a rock that had managed to land in the middle of the path. He glanced up and smiled sheepishly. "But, you really didn’t need to know that, did you?"

Sam had slowed down, allowing the rest of the group to catch up so she didn’t have to yell. Why announce your presence when you didn’t have to?

She had to agree with Daniel that they were making good time and would probably make it to the village within the hour. From the look of the trail up ahead—much cleaner and better traveled—they were nearing civilization.

Sam was eager to get to their destination. Her shoulders ached from the constant stress of being on guard against a possible enemy. Her hands had not strayed far from her P90 while they walked. Her eyes darted back and forth, calculating possible hiding places—possible places where her team could be ambushed. She wouldn’t say that she was paranoid—just prepared for any possible situation.

Sam was also pleased to see that Major Kovachek was on guard as well, keeping on eye on their lovely backsides. He was doing a good job of it, too. Apparently, her little talk had made some kind of impression on him.

Daniel had been quiet for the majority of the hike, much to Sam’s amazement. Usually, Daniel was a never-ending source of chatter, but a comfortable silence had fallen on the group early in the hike, allowing everyone the opportunity to concentrate on the walk and the upcoming negotiations.

"Major Davis, we’ve only been walking for a little over an hour," she said, checking her watch, and turning back to look at the group. "Daniel, don’t you think it’s a little peculiar that we haven’t met anyone yet?"

Daniel shrugged. "No, I don’t think so, Sam. They could be on patrols in another area or maybe we just missed them somehow. I didn’t say exactly when we would be coming, just that we would be here today. Besides, at this point, it really shouldn’t matter since we’re only about a half-hour away from the village," Daniel said, huffing and puffing a little. They had started heading uphill and Sam was sure that the pack on Daniel’s back was getting heavier by the minute.

She glanced around at everyone, noting the tired faces, and made a quick decision. "You know, why don’t we take a quick breather? I could use a few minutes to catch my breath before we get to Meath. Besides, I’d rather make a good first impression. What do you think?"

Daniel perked up immediately. "Sounds good, Sam."

"Major Davis? Major Kovachek? What do you think?" Sam asked, stopping in the middle of the trail and examining her team’s faces.

"Major Carter, a short rest would be very welcome," said Kovachek, speaking up for the first time this trip. As he got closer to where the group was standing, Sam could see the beads of perspiration along his hairline, dripping down into his collar. Kovachek was a little more out of shape then she originally thought. While Major Davis, Daniel, and herself were tired, they weren’t as out of breath as Kovachek obviously was. She made a mental note to mention something to General Hammond about it when they got back. Maybe it was time that the members of the diplomatic team got out a little more with the rest of the SG teams on a regular basis. It couldn’t hurt and besides, it might help with their integration into teams on other occasions—such as this one.

Sam glanced around and figured that this was as good as any a spot to rest for a few minutes. Off to the side of the trail, there were a few large boulders that they could sit on or lean against—whatever their preference. "Okay, everyone. Let’s take five. Major Davis, how would you feel about keeping an eye out for a few minutes? I can take over after a while," Sam said, shrugging the pack from her back and swinging it down to rest next to one of the boulders.

"That would be fine, Major," Davis said, bringing his P90 to bear on the forest beyond their position.

"Good," she said, easing down to rest. Daniel dropped his pack and collapsed at her feet, wheezing slightly. "Daniel, you okay there?" Sam asked, concerned for him.

After taking a few deep breaths, he answered, "Yeah, just a little winded, that’s all. You don’t have to worry about me passing out or anything, Sam."

"Well that’s good to know, because I would have left you here. I know I wouldn’t want to have to lug both you and your pack up that hill," Sam said, a smile evident on her face as she pointed toward Meath with her hand. She took a long sip from her canteen and examined her team. She was keeping an eye on Kovachek as he settled in on the ground a little ways from the group, leaning against another one of the boulders. He was breathing heavily and mopping his brow with his hands, trying to wipe away the sweat.

Daniel half-smiled, when he realized that Sam was picking on him. "Thanks, Sam. I’ll remember that the next time you want me to carry your mineral samples back to the gate."

"Uh, Major Carter…" Davis said, his voice sounding unsure as he backed up, glancing over his shoulder at her. "I think we have company."

Sam and Daniel jumped to their feet, followed by a panting Kovachek. Sure enough, a few moments later, the familiar form of Egan emerged from the forest, gliding silently along the trail.

"Egan," Daniel exclaimed, stepping around Davis to greet the imposing figure. Sam placed a hand on Davis’ arm, letting him know that the stranger was the friend they were expecting.

"Daniel Jackson, it is good to see you once again," Egan said, pulling Daniel into a warm embrace.

Daniel returned it enthusiastically, before steeping back to introduce the rest of the group. "I’m sure you remember Samantha Carter," Daniel said, gesturing for her to step forward.

"Yes, I do," Egan said, bowing in respect. "It is good to see you again, my Lady. Lady Morgana is looking forward to speaking with you once again."

"Thank you, Egan. I am also looking forward to seeing her again," Sam said, smiling graciously in return.

"Egan, I’d also like you to meet Paul Davis and Stan Kovachek. They will be helping us form the alliance between our two peoples," Daniel said, indicating each of the men in turn. Both men inclined their heads in greeting, still at attention, not fully trusting the large, heavily armed man before them.

"It is a pleasure to meet friends of Daniel Jackson. Come, let me walk with you the rest of the way to the village. Lord Kentigern and Lady Morgana are awaiting your presence," Egan said, turning his attention back to Daniel.

"Oh, yeah, that would be great," Daniel said, stepping back to where he had left his bag. Hoisting it up onto his shoulders, he glanced back at Sam, who had an amused expression on her face. Sam saw realization dawn on his face a moment later. "Ah…that is…if that’s okay with you, Sam."

"Yes, Daniel," Sam said, her hands crossed over her chest, the epitome of patience, as Daniel moved back to stand with Egan.

"Major…" The soft note of warning came from Kovachek.

Sam glanced sharply at the hovering Major, whose hands were tightly gripping his weapon. Her eyes narrowed sharply. "What seems to be the problem, Major?" Sam asked, her voice low and quiet, so as to not carry to where Daniel and Egan were conversing.

Kovachek glanced at the towering Celt before he answered. "Is it such a good idea to just go along with him?"

"He’s a friend, Major." Sam looked at him critically before she continued. "This is one of those times where I’m going to ask you to trust my judgement. Egan is a friend and will not harm us. He will merely accompany us back to the village. I don’t have a problem with that. Do you?"

"Well, no. But…" Kovachek started, at a loss for words.

"Major, I thought diplomats were a little more tolerant of others." Her voice was still low, but firm. Sam noticed that Davis was trying not to listen to their conversation, but curiosity was getting the better of him. She noticed his eyes drifting back to where she stood with Kovachek.

"Well, yes, we are."

"Then, what seems to be the problem?"

"Nothing, Major. Nothing at all."

"Good. See that it stays that way," Sam said, her tone indicating that the conversation was over. She leaned down to pick up her pack, before she stepped up next to Daniel.

"Yes, things have been quiet as of late. Over the past fortnights our sentries have not met any resistance during their patrols," Egan was saying.

"Have you had much unrest?" Daniel asked. Sam was sure that he had completely forgotten about the heavy load on his back. The digital recorder was already in his hand and Sam was certain that he was just itching to turn it on.

"Daniel, Egan, I’m sorry to interrupt, but before we get sidetracked, would it be possible to walk and talk?" Sam asked, stepping into the conversation before Egan could respond to Daniel’s question.

"Of course, my Lady," Egan said, bowing again. "You must be fatigued. The village is not far. Come, let us walk." Egan gestured widely, indicating that they should follow him as he made his way along the path.

Sam stepped up alongside Egan, with Daniel on Egan’s right. Davis and Kovachek settled in behind them. Sam could see Egan pursing his lips, and Sam was almost certain that Egan was trying to decide just how much to tell Daniel. Egan was skilled in the art of speech and politics and knew how to handle people. He was even better than some of the politicians back home, Sam thought.

"Egan," Sam said, drawing his attention to her. "How exactly does your society function?"

"Are you speaking in terms of civil society?" Egan asked politely, his eyes curious.

"Yes, in general terms." Daniel was sending silent messages her way, wondering where she was headed with her question. If her hunch were correct, Daniel would see the point in a few minutes.

"Well," Egan said, pausing briefly to collect his thoughts. "Ildanach is divided into many counties, with Meath being the largest. Lord Kentigern rules over Meath and leads us in battle and presides over us in peacetime. The nobles include all of the land-owning families as well as all the warriors, the priests and priestesses, the artists, and some of the craftsmen."

Egan looked inquiringly at Carter to make sure she was following his description. When she nodded, he continued. "This leaves the farmers who are considered to be freemen and the slaves, who are the unfree people."

"How do you choose your Lord?" Sam asked. Daniel was still shooting her quizzical expressions, but she was ignoring him. Sam also noted that his camera was now running silently, recording Egan’s response. She almost chuckled at his predictability.

"There are two ways in which a Lord can be designated. Either through lineage or through selection."

"In the case of Meath, how did Lord Kentigern become Lord?"

"Through both lineage and selection."

"How does one get selected?"

If Egan was suspicious about the direction of Sam’s questions, he didn’t show it. "There are certain requirements which he must fulfill. The Lord must not be deformed in any way that would prevent him from being a good warrior. Additionally, his father and grandfather must have been nobles."

"Who does the selection, the nobles themselves?" Sam asked.

"They do have a voice in the selection process, but the high priestess has the final say in the matter of selection," Egan said, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Now I imagine that the nobles are well educated, as evidenced by you," Sam said. She glanced briefly over at Daniel, whose eyes were warning her off the subject.

Egan bristled a little at the question, but answered it nonetheless. "Yes. Although our ways are simple, we are not a primitive people. All of our people are well educated. We make sure that even the freemen are taught."

"I’m sure Sam wasn’t indicating that your people were uneducated, Egan. Please don’t take offense," Daniel said, trying to smooth things over. Sam knew she wasn’t as diplomatic as she could have been, but there had been something nagging at her ever since she was here the last time, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. She looked ahead and noticed some smoke rising in the distance. They were nearing the village and she wanted to—needed to—know if she was right.

"Egan, from my observations, it seems that you are one of the most well educated persons here, apart from Lord Kentigern and Lady Morgana. Is there any reason why this appears to be true?" Sam asked, shooting Daniel a silent command to be quiet.

"I’m not sure what you mean, my Lady," Egan said, his eyes telling a different story.

"Are you related to Lord Kentigern by any chance?"

After a few moments pause, Egan replied quietly. "Yes, my Lady. Lord Kentigern is my older brother."

"Yes, my Lady. Lord Kentigern is my older brother."

Daniel felt his eyes widen at Egan’s response. Egan was part of the royal family line and brother to the current Lord of Meath.

Wow.

Daniel quickly turned the camera off, dropping his hand to hang by his side. So, this entire time—from the first time they had stepped foot on the planet—they had been speaking with the King’s brother.

Wow.

It wasn’t every day that you found someone from the royal family who was so approachable, so humble, and so subservient.

Daniel looked over at Sam, his eyes still wide, to see her smug expression. Not only had she figured it out on her own, he hadn’t even put all the clues together—and he was the anthropologist in the group. Looking back, he realized that the signs were all there. He hadn’t seen them. He hadn’t taken the time to look.

He glanced back at Paul and Major Kovachek. They were close behind and, from the look on Kovachek’s face, Daniel could tell that he realized the opportunity they had. SG1 had already built a strong relationship with the Lord’s brother. How hard would it be to write a treaty when you had the ear of the royal family?

"Egan," Daniel said, turning his attention back to the man at his side. "How does succession work exactly? When did Lord Kentigern become Lord?"

"When our father died, as the eldest son, he was crowned as Lord of Meath."

"So when he dies…"

"When he dies, if he has no successor and I am able and the Gods agree, I will become Lord of Meath," Egan answered simply.

Glancing ahead, Daniel noticed he could see the tall walls of Meath through the trees. If he listened carefully, he was sure he could hear the sound of people beyond the walls.

"Egan, thank you for your honesty," Daniel said, bending his head in a gesture of respect. "I will be honored to be considered your brother."

Egan looked at Daniel carefully before answering, a smile gracing his mouth. "As will I, Daniel Jackson. As will I."

Daniel returned the smile warmly, but quickly turned his attention to the village as they walked through the massive gates. He raised his hand and clicked on the camera to record the sights.

The village had not changed. Craftsmen of all types worked in their shops adjacent to the main thoroughfare of the village, glancing up to watch the strangers pass by. Some smiled in greeting, which Daniel returned whole-heartedly. Others, he saw, were not so welcoming, their eyes and general demeanor were cautious and observant, making Daniel feel slightly uncomfortable.

Of one thing he was certain: he did not want to get on their bad side.

Daniel moved the camera around, trying to catch as much as he could as they walked toward the castle. He was going to ask Sam for some time later on to come back and wander through the outer edge of the village, recording what he could. It wasn’t every day that you got the chance to see how a medieval Celtic village worked. From what he could see, everyone had a role, an assignment—even the children. He watched as some of the young ones ran back and forth from one door to another, carrying various items, exchanging them for other things, before running to yet another door. Other, older ones stood alongside their parents as apprentices learning the trade.

Daniel released a breath he wasn’t aware of holding. There was something about this village that drew him. Daniel wasn’t sure if it was the people or the atmosphere or something else, but it almost felt as if he were coming home.

Glancing ahead, Daniel saw Nerys standing at the open door to the castle, a wide smile on her face. As they got closer, she called to them in greeting.

"My Lady and Lords, please be welcome once again into our home," Nerys said. Once they got close enough, she curtseyed deeply and ushered them into the castle, closing the door behind them.

"Thank you, Nerys," Daniel heard Sam say, a smile in her voice. He was too busy filming the walls and the tapestries to answer. "It is good to be back. Would it be possible to put our bags down and freshen up before we meet with Lord Kentigern?"

"Yes, my Lady," said Nerys, gesturing for them to follow her up the winding staircase to the second floor. "I have had the same rooms prepared for you to use. Will they be acceptable?"

"I’m sure that they will be more than acceptable, Nerys," Sam said, climbing the stairs with Paul, Major Kovachek, and Daniel trailing behind. Daniel noticed that Egan had stepped into the Great Hall, probably to speak with Lord Kentigern and inform his brother of their arrival.

Nerys led them down the hall to the suite of rooms they had occupied previously. The fire was burning brightly and various servants were rushing about, bringing warm water into the room so they could freshen up.

"I believe Lord Kentigern was planning to dine with you this afternoon in the Great Hall and he would like to begin the talks for the treaty following your meal. You have some time yet before he expects you. Do you require anything?" Nerys asked, looking expectantly from face to face.

As Daniel turned the camera off, he managed to catch Sam’s eye and raised his eyebrow in question. Sam nodded slightly and indicated that he could ask a question.

"Nerys, would it be possible for us to walk around the village a little bit to speak with some of the craftsmen and the like? I’d like to take the opportunity to learn as much as I can about your people."

Nerys paused to consider the question, and for a moment, Daniel thought that she might not permit them access. She finally answered, her voice thoughtful. "It should be safe enough for you to walk throughout the village, my Lord. But I would recommend that you remain within the walls. I can have a guide sent to you, if you would like. He would be able to answer some of your questions if you have any."

"That is more than fair, Nerys. Thank you for your foresight in this matter. I would be delighted if someone could accompany me," Daniel said, glancing at Sam, who nodded and offered a small smile. Her eyes, though, were thoughtful. Sam probably had picked up some of the same feelings that he had noticed—Nerys’ hesitancy, indecision, and uncertainty. There was something going on here, something strange. It could be a simple explanation such as the civil unrest had grown and, since they were strangers, they needed to be extra cautious. Or, it could be something else.

Majors Davis and Kovachek were silent, but Daniel could tell that they were soaking in every word, every sight, in much the same way SG1 had the first time they were here. From firsthand experience, Daniel knew how overwhelming Meath could be.

"I will allow you some time to rest, and then I shall send Hywel to you. He will bring you back so you have enough time to prepare," Nerys said, moving toward the door.

"Thank you. That would be great," Daniel said as Nerys bowed her head and closed the door behind her. Daniel glanced around, finally noticing how heavy his pack had become. He let it slide off his back and placed it carefully on the floor beside one of the chairs. He looked at Sam and managed to catch her eye. She was watching Kovachek as he circled the room, staring intently at the furnishings and decorations. "If it’s okay, I’m going to put my stuff down in the same room I stayed in the last time."

"That’s fine, Daniel," Sam said, her tone distant. A moment passed before she shook her head slightly and turned to face him. "Daniel, what do think is up with Nerys? Did she seem a little unsure about how to answer your question or was that just me?"

"No, it wasn’t your imagination. I almost thought she was going to refuse my request to walk around the village," Daniel said.

"Yeah, that’s what I thought, too," Paul said, stepping up next to Daniel. "Are we free to walk around or do we have to stay here? Are we prisoners?"

"Well, we are their guests and they didn’t tell us that we couldn’t walk around…" Daniel started, but Sam cut him off before he could finish his thought.

"But, they are making sure we have a guide," Sam said, her fingers adding quotation marks around the last word. She paused for a minute, gathering her thoughts. Kovachek stepped up quietly to stand behind Davis. "Until something happens, I’m going to suggest that we abide by their restrictions. There might be more going on here than meets the eye. The explanation could be as simple as a little civil unrest. I know they were in negotiations with a representative from a nearby village when we were here before. Maybe the negotiations didn’t go as well as expected. Does that sound reasonable to everyone?" Sam asked, glancing around at everyone with a questioning expression.

"Since we are here to forge an alliance, I would recommend not making any waves early on," Kovachek said. "Everything we do will have some kind of effect on the negotiations—both good or bad. I know how much you all want this alliance. I’d rather play it on the safe side. At least, that’s my opinion."

Sam smiled at him. "That’s good advice, Major."

"I know that the Joint Chiefs and the President are in favor of this alliance, Sam. So, whatever we can do to make this go as smoothly as possible would be a good thing," Davis added quietly.

"Daniel, if you’re going to go for a walk, please tread lightly. We’ll hang out here, unless you want some company," Sam said.

"Actually, Major," Kovachek said, speaking up. "I’d like to go with Daniel and try and get a feel for the people, if that would be okay. Sometimes it’s easier when it comes time to sit down at the negotiation table if I have a feel for the society and the people." Kovachek shrugged, an embarrassed expression on his face.

"That’s fine with me, Major. Daniel?"

"Sure, I’d love some company," Daniel smiled. He was glad that Kovachek was warming up a little. Maybe he would settle into the team by the time everything was said and done. Better late than never.

"Okay, then it’s decided. Paul and I will stay here and get us settled in while you and Major Kovachek check out the natives. Sounds like a plan," Sam said, pulling the pack off her back and dropping it on the floor next to her feet.

"I’m just going to put my pack in my room," Daniel said, hoisting his bag off the floor as he headed for the room to the left of the bathroom.

"Sounds good. I’m taking the room over here," Sam said. Daniel looked over his shoulder in time to catch Sam gesturing to the room to the right of the bathroom door. "You guys can fight over the other two rooms."

"I’ll take the one by the door if that’s okay with you, Major," Kovachek said looking at Davis.

"Sure," Paul said, heading to the room adjacent to the one Daniel occupied.

A knock sounded from the door moments later and Major Kovachek opened it to reveal Hywel who stepped in to stand in the doorway.

"Good afternoon, my Lord," Hywel said, bowing his head to Kovachek. "Nerys sent me. She mentioned that you would be interested in a tour of the village."

"Yes, Daniel and I would be very interested in a tour," Kovachek said as Daniel emerged from his bedroom.

"Hywel," Daniel said, immediately recognizing Hywel and striding over. "It is good to see you once again. Are you our guide?"

"It seems that I am, Daniel Jackson. I am pleased you and Samantha Carter are in good health. Did Teal’c not accompany you on this trip?" Hywel asked pleasantly.

"No, Teal’c had other duties that required his attention. Hywel, I’d like you to meet Stan Kovachek and Paul Davis," Daniel said indicating each man in turn. Davis was standing in the doorway to his room, watching Hywel and Daniel converse.

"It is a pleasure to meet friends of Daniel Jackson," Hywel said, echoing the words spoken by Egan earlier that day. "Are you ready to depart?"

"Uh, yeah. I’m ready," Daniel said glancing around. "Major Kovachek…ah…Stan, are you?"

"As ready as I’m going to be," Stan confirmed.

"Okay, then. Hywel, we’re ready. Sam, we’ll be back in a little bit," Daniel said, glancing back over his shoulder at Sam, who had plopped herself down in one of the chairs near the fireplace.

"Okay. Have fun. Try to behave yourself," Sam said, her tone teasing.

"I will, mom," Daniel said as Hywel ushered them out the door.

"My lady," Turlough said, stepping into the room. "The visitors have arrived. Two are taking a tour of the village with Hywel and two have remained in the rooms you have appointed for their use. Lord Kentigern has arranged to have a meal with them shortly and plans to begin the discussions for the alliance."

"Very well, Turlough," Lady Morgana said, stroking the head that was in her lap. O’Neill had fallen asleep not long after consuming two rolls and another glass of the tea. Not only did the tea help to make his mind more susceptible to her control, but it also boosted his immune system, enabling him to heal at a much faster rate than was otherwise possible.

Even though his slumber permitted her easier access to his mind, Morgana was reluctant to alter it too extensively. To do so would take away from the man that he was. It would take away the characteristics that made him so desirable.

She gazed down at O’Neill’s sleeping form—his body still showing the stress from the days and weeks before. He looked different—from the way he held his body to his physical appearance. His forehead was creased even in slumber. He was pale, much paler than he had been, his cheekbones more pronounced. He had lost a lot of weight since he had first arrived and his beard had grown in, giving him a more distinguished—if slightly rumpled—look.

She smiled to herself, proud at what she had accomplished in such a short period of time. She doubted his own kind would recognize him now. And if they did, she could change that easily enough.

"Turlough, bring me a pitcher of water and another glass. I will need it for when O’Neill awakens," Morgana ordered.

"Yes, my Lady. I shall return immediately," Turlough said, turning on his heel and disappearing into the hallway.

Morgana traced a finger along O’Neill’s strong jaw line, the short hairs tickling her fingertips. There was something special about this man, she thought. And now, it was just a matter of time before she had him entirely—heart, mind, and soul.

Once they left the castle, Hywel took them on the grand tour, meandering through the various streets and alleys of Meath.

Daniel was fascinated by the artisans and blacksmiths, watching them mould and shape metals into the forms he was accustomed to seeing—the Celtic knots and symbols, and the long swords worn by most of the warriors in the city.

Although for the most part Major Kovachek was quiet, Daniel could see him absorbing the culture. It was almost as if he was breathing it in, allowing it to fill his very soul. Kovachek asked a few questions—mainly about the current state of affairs in the area and how much religion played into the way the village was governed. Daniel found himself listening politely, but his eyes were drawn to the sights surrounding him.

A few times Daniel had to pinch himself to assure himself that he wasn’t dreaming. The books he had read were coming alive before his eyes, amazingly close to the reality he was observing.

As reserved as Egan and Hywel were, Daniel finally figured out why these people looked the way they did—they were constantly preparing for battle, whether it was in training sessions standing in the shadows of the castle or on the streets in small scuffles.

After the third such tussle, Daniel asked the question that was plaguing his mind. "Hywel, why does it seem like these boys are fighting all the time?"

"Daniel Jackson, if you had not already noticed, we are a proud and brave people. For many of us who follow the warrior’s path, we are quick to defend our honor," Hywel said, leading them off to a quieter section of the street, away from the crowds which had gathered to watch the outcome of the latest fight. He gestured over his shoulder to the young boys sparring in the street. "Violence breaks out easily among the young ones, many of whom have been trained to wield a sword from the time they begin to walk. Many of these boys are eager to prove their courage and bravery. Even some of the older trained ones find that they are quick to fight if they believe they have been insulted."

"Really? I find it hard to believe that these boys would go to such an extreme," Daniel said, his tone incredulous.

Hywel smiled tiredly. "Daniel Jackson, we were all boys at one time or another. Did you always follow the right course? Did you always do the things your elders wished?"

Daniel looked down at his feet before answering. "Well, no, not exactly. But I didn’t take up arms against my friends."

"No, you might not have, but then, your ways are most likely very different from ours. This is our way of life." Hywel glanced up at the sky as if he was searching for something. "My Lords, I believe it is time to return to the castle so you have time to prepare to meet with Lord Kentigern."

Daniel nodded, his eyes narrowed in thought. "Sure, Hywel. Lead on," Daniel said, his tone distant, as he followed Hywel and Kovachek back to the castle.

"Wake, my love. It is time for you to arise."

O’Neill opened his eyes slowly and Lady Morgana’s face swam into focus above him. It was a weird angle, looking up at her face, but as soon as she smiled, everything was all right. A satisfied smile settled on his face. She was still here. She had promised she wouldn’t leave him alone.

"My love, can you sit up?" Morgana asked, her hand stroking his temple.

O’Neill nodded slightly and with the help of Morgana, found himself sitting up against the stone wall a few moments later. He was tired, but he felt a lot better than he had a few hours ago.

Morgana examined him carefully before she spoke. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes, my Lady," O’Neill answered immediately.

"Then I need you to trust me now. I have to give you something, but it will hurt quite a bit. It pains me that I must do this…"

"My Lady," O’Neill said, taking her hand into his own and looking deeply in her eyes. "I can withstand a little pain if it is for you."

"Truly?" Morgana asked, her eyes glittering. At O’Neill’s affirmation, she reached into her pouch and withdrew several leaves that she crushed into the empty glass sitting beside her. Pouring water into the glass, she continued speaking. "You must drink this entire glass of water in one swallow. Can you do this?"

"Yes, my Lady," O’Neill said, taking the glass from her hands. Looking at her smiling face over the rim, he tipped the glass back against his lips and swallowed.

As soon as the liquid hit the soft surfaces of his mouth and throat, an intense burning began, but by then, it was already too late. Lady Morgana was there, holding the glass to his mouth, making sure he drank the entire contents.

The agony spread down into his stomach, burning a trail behind it. Finally able to gasp for air when she pulled the tumbler away, he tried to cry out in agony, but for some reason he couldn’t make a sound. His hands went immediately to his neck, his brown eyes wide staring accusingly at Morgana.

Even through the pain, he tried to speak, to ask her what he had done wrong, but even though he could feel his lips moving, there was no sound coming out of his mouth.

Morgana pulled him close, hugging him to her, trying to comfort him as the realization washed over him. "Shush, my love. You will understand in time why this must be done. Everything will be fine. Go to sleep. The pain will pass. I will return shortly and you will accompany me to the Great Hall this evening as my guest," Morgana said, stroking his back, trying to calm the shudders that ran through his body.

He nodded into her shoulder and allowed her to ease him down to lie once again on the pallet of blankets. She left a few moments later, his silent sobs following her out.

"How’d the tour go, Daniel?" Sam asked as soon as he stepped foot in the door.

"My Lord, I will return shortly to bring you to Lord Kentigern," Hywel said, inclining his head toward Daniel and Kovachek.

"Thanks, Hywel," Daniel said, smiling absently as the door closed behind him. A few moments passed before he realized Sam had asked him a question. "Oh, Sam…uh, good. The tour was good."

Sam had turned around in her chair to look at Daniel when he hadn’t responded to her question. He looked up to catch her examining him carefully, her eyes narrowing, apparently not happy with what she was seeing. "Daniel, are you okay? Did something happen?" Her tone was full of concern, the muscles of her shoulders tensing.

"I’m fine, Sam. Just thinking," Daniel answered, flashing her a half-smile, trying to convince her that he was in perfect condition.
"Daniel," Sam said her tone low.

"You know what always amazes me, Sam?" Daniel said, dropping down in the chair next to the fireplace, trying to warm himself and change the course of the conversation. Paul Davis had stepped out of the bathroom and was silently observing them. Major Kovachek had settled on the arm of a nearby chair, listening intently. Kovachek was wearing a similarly thoughtful expression on his face as Daniel was.

"What, Daniel?" Sam asked, playing along.

"You know, every time we meet another race, another planet full of people, I begin to realize just how much we are alike. I mean, the planets are different and we may look entirely different and have totally different customs, but deep down we are the same. We all worry about our futures, we care about our children, we all are trying to scratch out for ourselves a better life." Daniel looked up at Sam from his hands, his eyes filled with anxiety. "Sam, I don’t know if we have anything that we can offer these people that will really matter to them. They have everything they need—family, homes, health, happiness, and safety. All we can bring them is death and destruction when the Goa’uld finally find them."

"Daniel," Sam started cautiously, "where is this all coming from? Did Hywel say something to you?" She glanced between Kovachek and Daniel when an answer was not forthcoming. A few moments passed before Kovachek finally spoke up.

"No, Major. Hywel didn’t say anything of the sort. From my observations, this is a very stable society and we have a lot that we can share. They have welcomed us with open arms. I think we should take their offer of friendship for what it’s worth," Kovachek said, pausing for a few beats. His forehead creased in concentration as he ordered his thoughts before he spoke. "They have their own civil problems, but so do we. Their society is not perfect and many die unnecessarily because of illnesses they can’t cure and fatal accidents. I believe that we can help improve their quality of life."

"But what if we can’t? What if all we can bring them is more war?" Daniel asked, his voice rising in frustration.

Paul sat up straighter in his chair, his eyes flashing. "Daniel, we took a risk when we opened that gate. We’ve angered the Goa’uld and these people may be able to help us. Would you rather we just bury our heads in the sand? You said it yourself back in the gateroom. These people may be the race that helps us turn the tide in the war against the Goa’uld. How can we turn our backs on them? Should we not give them what is in our power to give? Should we not try to make their lives a little better? Remember, Daniel, they chose to open the gate, you didn’t make them. They were just fortunate that we were the ones to step through first, not the Goa’uld."

Silence settled on the four of them, surrounding them like a blanket. They all had their own doubts and worries. They all had their own emotional baggage that they carried with them. But every time they stepped through the gate, that was all set aside. They weren’t only concerned about themselves—the fate of the planet Earth was in their hands. Sometimes that responsibility settled in deep, hampering movement, but a river of strength ran through each of them. It was what pushed them along.

Call it honor. Call it responsibility. What Hywel said rang true. They all followed the warrior’s path—everyone who stepped through that gate—and they were quick to defend their honor, their place in the universe.

It was what they did. It was who they were. It was their way.

Daniel’s whispered words, although subdued, were powerful. "We are not so different after all."

O’Neill did not know how much time passed before Morgana came for him once again.

And one thing he couldn’t figure out was why he never even thought to escape. He was no longer chained to the wall—Morgana had taken care of that. Leaving would have been easy—just up the stairs, around a few corners, and out the door.

But, the thought of escape never crossed his mind for long. Even now, as they walked up the stairs to the main areas of the castle, he was quickly dismissing the notion as preposterous.

The smells of food wafted on the air as they walked toward the kitchens, Morgana’s arm entwined with his. He felt better, stronger, but his mind was jumbled. His body followed Morgana’s suggestions and orders without question and he reveled in the pleasure of basking in her smile.

While the pain had passed, the effects of her latest potion had not. O’Neill was unable to even utter the smallest sound—a hum or whistle even being beyond his current abilities.

Even when the smallest ember of rage bubbled forth from the depths of his mind, the constant white noise filling his mind beat it down so that all that remained was serenity, peace, and conformity.

Before they entered the Great Hall from the door at the rear of the chamber, Morgana stopped, looking deeply into his eyes. "My love, there are visitors here who are trying to forge an alliance with us. We…I…want this alliance. Our people need this alliance. I need your cooperation. Will you just sit and observe?"

O’Neill nodded, willing to do what she asked.

"Good. I need you to sit by Turlough and not move until I return for you. I will permit you one allowance. If you must use the facilities, you may do so, but that is as far as you may go. Disobey me and you will face dire consequences. Do you understand?" Morgana’s eyes penetrated deeply into his, daring him to contradict her.

He nodded in understanding, dropping his eyes, and inclining his head in submission. All that she asked, he would do.

"Very well, my love. Come walk with me. It is time to enter," Morgana said, linking her arm in his and escorting him into the Great Hall.

From his vantage point on the dais, O’Neill could see that the Great Hall had been changed for the upcoming talks. Instead of a long table stretching to the main doors, a large round table was set in the middle of the room, just before the dais. All the torches in the room were lit, casting flickering shadows on the walls and the faces of the people present in the room.

On either side of the table were several rows of chairs. Many were already occupied, while other groups of people were milling about, speaking in low tones. Lord Kentigern was speaking with several men off to one side, while a small group dressed in drab green fatigues stood off to the side. Immediately, his body tensed. He recognized the blonde and brunette heads and, after a few seconds more, realization set in. Paul Davis and Stan Kovachek were here with Carter and Daniel. They were here to set up a treaty. After the shock at seeing them, a slow rage started to build within him, tightening the muscles in his back, the only response he was capable of making.

As Morgana stepped down off the dais, she tightened her hold on O’Neill, leaning in to speak quietly, issuing yet another mandate. "My love, you will be polite and courteous to everyone here. I expect you to be respectful to one and all. And you are not to do anything to upset these talks. I know what you are thinking. If anything happens, I will be very disappointed and we both know what happens when I’m disappointed, now don’t we?" Morgana asked, her voice low and tight, but firm.

A quick nod of his head showed his understanding and she led him to a chair in the front row, settling him in directly across from her seat at the main table. He was certain that she would be able to gaze on him all evening, watching his every move—enjoying his discomfort.

Several heads turned to watch her approach and immediately the crowd quieted down, finding their seats. Apparently, they were waiting for her.

When everyone settled down, O’Neill realized Morgana had chosen his chair very well. Not only would he be able to gaze on her beautiful form, but also he was forced to watch two of his closest friends—Carter and Daniel—make an alliance with a race of people he had come to despise.

And there was nothing he could do to stop them.

Absolutely nothing.

Daniel was grateful that they had the chance to walk around a little bit before the negotiations began for the treaty. If they ate like this every day, he was positive that he was going to put on a considerable amount of weight before they got back to the SGC.

As the servants were clearing the table, others brought in chairs and set them up around the room, much to his surprise. Waving his hand, Daniel called Hywel over.

"Hywel, what’s with all the chairs?" Daniel asked, his hand gesturing wide to take in the room.

"We are setting up chairs for those who wish to listen to the talks this night," Hywel answered, surprise flickering across his features. "Is this not how you negotiate treaties?"

"Well, no, not exactly," Daniel said, hesitating a little at the words.

"Then what do you do? Would it not be more advantageous for the people to be able to hear firsthand the alliance we hope to form between our peoples?"

"Well, actually, on our planet this usually happens behind closed doors. The general public really doesn’t get much say in the treaty. Many times, they only hear about it when our leaders are signing the documents," Daniel explained, his hands crossed in front of him in a familiar pose.

"That is strange," Hywel commented, apparently at a loss for words. "Will this be a problem for you?" Hywel asked a few moments later.

"No," Daniel answered loudly, immediately dropping his voice when Sam turned around. "No, that won’t be a problem. It’s just a little different than what we are used to. We’ll be fine. Thanks." Daniel smiled, bowing his head slightly toward Hywel, and walking over to where Sam stood with a perplexed expression on her face.

"What’s wrong, Daniel and what’s with all the chairs?" Sam asked, noticing his furrowed forehead.

Daniel took off his glasses, rubbing the heel of his hand across his face. Breathing deeply, he started to explain. "Well, apparently, not only are we negotiating with Lord Kentigern, but the people of Meath have a say in the treaty as well. That’s what all the chairs are for."

"Really?" Sam said, her eyebrows rising in surprise.

"Yeah, really. I told Hywel that it wouldn’t be a problem. I just hope Stan doesn’t have stage fright," Daniel said, smiling tightly.

"No, I don’t. Why do you ask?" Kovachek said, stepping up with Paul Davis. They had taken a quick trip back up to the room to get some of the paperwork he needed.

"Well, the people of Meath will be joining us during our negotiations," Daniel said, aiming a curious look at Stan when he didn’t flinch.

"Oh. Is that what you’re worried about? I’d rather draw up a treaty with ten thousand people, as long as they’re not belligerent and argumentative," Kovachek said, glancing quickly around the room. "From what I can see of the people here and when we were walking around this afternoon, they want this alliance. We just have to make sure we get what we want—and that shouldn’t be too difficult."

"That’s easy for you to say," Daniel said, catching a glimpse of Lady Morgana as she appeared from behind the dais. Lady Morgana had vanished immediately following dinner, only to return now arm in arm with another man. She was speaking quietly to him as she stepped down to the floor, her manner intense.

"It looks like the party’s just about ready to start," Paul said, pulling Daniel’s attention back to his teammates.

"Looks that way," Sam said, glancing around. "Come on, let’s find our seats. The fun’s about to begin."

"Looks that way," Sam said. "Come on, let’s find our seats. The fun’s about to begin."

Paul Davis nodded and slowly made his way to the table set before him. Everything that they did from this point forward would have some type of repercussion on how this treaty eventually ended up. It was a weighty responsibility and one that he was glad to share with Major Kovachek.

But still, even as they were discussing various topics and how each side could benefit, Paul noticed his mind kept drifting. General Hammond had been adamant about one point: they had to find Jack O’Neill. Even though Daniel had passionately argued that they had to return for the Colonel, General Hammond had plainly seen through his emotional arguments. According to General Hammond, Daniel’s true motives were the completion of the treaty and nothing more.

For Paul, though, looking for Colonel O’Neill was merely an exercise in futility. Even though General Hammond held out a hope that the Colonel was still alive, he was also a realist. If Colonel O’Neill were alive, he would do anything within his power to get himself home.

The fact that O’Neill still hadn’t surfaced in nearly two weeks was not a good sign.

But still, in the back of his mind, Paul had to keep searching, keep looking—just for his own peace of mind.

On the way into the great hall with Kovachek after dinner, he watched Lady Morgana stroll down the hall arm in arm with the older gentleman now seated in the front row. The man stood out like a sore thumb with his short hair and beard, so Paul had made some discreet inquiries, stopping several servants to ask some pointed questions. They’d all answered the same way: the man was a representative from Glyn Cuch. His appearance was merely cultural and nothing more.

But Paul was still distracted. He sighed deeply, pulling his thoughts back to the present, rewarding himself with a pointed glance from Kovachek. It was time to get back to business. They had a treaty to draw up.

When the talks concluded for the night some five hours later, Daniel was pleased to find that they had already hammered out some of the finer points of their alliance. Gate information and education was at the top of Lord Kentigern’s list and that was easy enough to provide. They were looking for other trading partners and the SGC had several worlds they could recommend. Vaccines and medical training were also easy requests.

Lord Kentigern had agreed to allow a scientific team to set up on the far side of their land, near to the Stargate as a permanent research station. Additionally, another cultural team would remain in the village, living and learning side-by-side with the villagers—a true exchange of information.

All through the evening, however, Daniel found his gaze wandering back to the man who had come in with Lady Morgana. He was different than everyone else, with short gray hair and a full beard. But he looked familiar. Daniel just couldn’t place where he had seen him before.

Even as he was getting ready for bed, Daniel’s thoughts kept drifting. There was something about that man, something important. He knew it. He could feel it in his bones.

If only he could remember what it was.