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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

The arrival of the Hak'tyl had been going on for a while when a very familiar figure came walking through.  Rya'c came down the ramp, a pretty girl with dark hair beside him.

Much to Daniel's surprise, Teal'c's son crossed an arm over his chest and bowed his head to the archeologist.

"It is an honor, Dan'yar," he said.

"Rya'c, you've known me for years.  I'm Daniel.  You know that."

"Yes, of course, but, when we last met, you were a friend of my father's and an ally in our fight against the Goa'uld.  Now, you are—"

"A friend of your father's and an ally in the fight against the Goa'uld," Daniel interrupted.  "That hasn't changed."

The girl beside Rya'c smiled in wonder.  "You are truly Dan'yar, the one who possesses the power of a god?"

Daniel sighed silently.  "Yes, I'm the guy who's called Dan'yar, but I don't have the power of a god, at least not anyone who could rightfully claim such a title.  I'm just a man who has gained some abilities that I've used to help fight the Goa'uld.  Um, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't tell anyone about this.  We're trying to keep my real identity known to as few people as possible."

"Of course.  I will tell no one."

"I have revealed your identity to no one since the day Master Bra'tac told me," Rya'c stated.  He smiled and looked at the girl beside him.  "Doctor Jackson, Colonel Carter, this is my simka, Kar'yn."

"Rya'c, stop using those old terms," Kar'yn chastised gently.  "We are betrothed."  She turned to Daniel and Sam with a smile.  "And it is an honor to meet both of you."

Daniel smiled.  "Likewise."

"Is she not the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?" Rya'c asked.

Kar'yn was now clearly annoyed.  "Stop it.  You're embarrassing me.  I'm not an object to be worshiped."

There was an awkward silence, which Teal'c's son broke.

"Thank you for agreeing to host our union ceremony.  It will be an honor to be betrothed among friends."

"Oh, you're going to have the wedding here," the archeologist said in complete surprise.

"Of course," Rya'c's fiancee replied.  "Ishta said it may take some time to find a suitable planet for our new home."  She smiled brightly at Rya'c.  "We are to be married in three days."

Daniel and Sam hid their shock and mild sense of horror behind gigantic fake smiles.  The archeologist draped his arm across Sam's back, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder.  She put her hand over his and began tapping it with her forefinger.

"There is much to do."  Kar'yn turned to her fiance.  "Rya'c?"  She took him by the hand and began pulling him.

"Excuse us," he said, going with her.

"They're having the wedding here," Daniel said through the smile.

"Yeah."

"Does Jack know about this?"

Sam glanced at him.  "I'm gonna work on finding them a planet."

Daniel nodded, thinking that was a very good idea.

"Yeah," Sam murmured as she left.

Daniel remained where he was.  He was wrong before.  This wasn't going to be interesting, it was going to be a disaster.

"There's no way I'm going to be the one to tell Jack that the wedding will be here," he muttered to himself.

As it turned out, he didn't have to.  Bra'tac got that dubious honor.  Jack actually took it quite well.  After all, Bra'tac did promise that there would be cake, so that was a plus.

As the day progressed and the panic attacks being suffered by the cleaning crew over the horses got into full swing, Jack decided that having a wedding in the gate room would be the least troublesome part of this whole situation.


Daniel was heading down the corridor to his quarters when he heard Ishta's raised voice coming from the quarters assigned to her.

"I will not stand idly by and watch more of my sisters slain at the hand of Moloc while you and the leaders of this so-called Jaffa rebellion, you plot, and you scheme, and you ultimately do nothing!"

Daniel came to a stop and heard Teal'c's angry reply.

"You have no wish to fight side-by-side, only to control and dominate."

"As my sisters have been for generations!" responded Ishta.

"As you will continue to be because of your short-sightedness!"

"I will not rest until Moloc is dead!"

Teal'c's reply was too low for Daniel to hear.  A few seconds later, the former First Prime of Apophis came out of the room, shutting the door behind him.  He spotted Daniel.

"Uh . . . problem?" the archeologist inquired.

Teal'c began walking down the corridor, Daniel beside him.

"Her stubbornness knows no bounds," the Jaffa complained.

"Yes, well, from what I can tell, that seems to be a Jaffa character trait."

Teal'c glanced at the archeologist, thinking of a time when Daniel would not so boldly have made such a remark.  He inclined his head in concession of the point.

"I couldn't help but hear what Ishta said," Daniel told him.  "It sounds like she's not willing to wait."

"She is not.  She and those she has organized intend to attempt to overthrow Moloc, but, as I have explained to her, even if they succeed, another Goa'uld will merely take his place."

"Yeah.  Um, look, Teal'c.  I do agree that, ultimately, all of the Goa'uld must be brought down together, but look at this from her point of view.  Every day that Moloc lives, that's one more day that babies are being sentenced to death.  For Ishta, this fight isn't against the Goa'uld, it's for the preservation of life and against the individual who is taking those lives.  How much longer do you think it will be before the rebel Jaffa are strong enough to rise up against the Goa'uld?"

"Many months, perhaps even years."

"And how many babies will die by Moloc's command in that time?  Teal'c, I do understand that your fight has always been against all the Goa'uld, and I definitely agree that you must do all you can to unite your people against them, but, when it comes to Moloc . . . what would you do if it was your daughter who was going to die?  Would you still say that you must wait until all Goa'uld can be brought down?"

Frowning, Teal'c thought about what Daniel was saying.  Though a part of him did not want to admit it, he knew that the archeologist had a point.  If his daughter was being threatened by Moloc, he would not hesitate to strike immediately to save her.

"Your wisdom can be most troublesome at times, Daniel Jackson," he said.

Daniel smiled faintly.  "Yes, Jack's been saying that for years."  The smile faded.  "I'm not saying that Ishta's plan for a full-scale assault on Moloc is the best course of action.  It could easily backfire.  But I do agree that something needs to be done."

Teal'c did not reply.  Daniel glanced at him.  "So, is that the only problem?"

"Ishta believes that I do not approve of Rya'c's union because I see Kar'yn as unworthy of him.  This, in turn, means that I must feel that Ishta was a poor teacher."

"But that's not the reason."

"No.  Rya'c has pledged to help lead the Jaffa in the battle against the Goa'uld.  He must not be weakened in his resolve by ties to a wife and children.  When I chose to dedicate my life to the destruction of the Goa'uld, I put that goal above my family, and it cost me dearly.  If I had been with Drey'auc and Rya'c, my wife may have lived.  I have nearly lost Rya'c more than once.  I do not wish for him to face the same pain I have.  He is young, and there will be much time for him to marry and have children after our battle is won."

"Which is all fine and dandy except that love doesn't work on a timetable.  You can't schedule it in when it's convenient.  Even if Rya'c didn't marry Kar'yn now, he'd still love her and think about her.  I know that, for all those months I loved Sam and we weren't together, it drove me crazy.  It didn't make me more focused on the job, just the opposite, in fact.  Then, after she and I got together, I felt stronger, more determined than ever to put an end to the Goa'uld for the sake of my future with her.  I'm not saying that it would be the same with Rya'c, but, regardless of whether or not they get married, Kar'yn is a part of him now."


Jack was not a happy man.  The Hak'tyl had been here for just one day, and he was already feeling the symptoms of insanity coming on.  The horses were the worst part.  There was the dreadful smell, and you couldn't go down a corridor without having to watch where you stepped.  Several members of the cleaning staff were already saying that they were going to request a transfer if the horses weren't gone soon.  Jack was thinking that a transfer really didn't sound half-bad.

The latest issue to arise was the goat.  The Hak'tyl wanted a goat for a ritual sacrifice at the wedding.  Jack had, of course, said no way and suggested a pinata instead.

The good news was that Sam had told him they'd found a planet Ishta was satisfied with.  The bad news was that it would take a week to get a livable camp setup.  In a week, there would be no cleaning staff left – nor anything left of Jack's sanity.

The general noticed Daniel ahead, in a conversation with an airman.  As a horse was led by, Jack saw the airman move further away from it, but the archeologist barely seemed to notice the animal.

As the airman left, Jack came up to Daniel.

"Hey, Jack."

"Daniel.  You appear to be at ease around the horses."

The archeologist shrugged.  "I've been on a lot of digs where the primary mode of transportation was either horses or camels.  I'm not an expert horseman by any stretch of the imagination, but I don't have a problem with them."

"Yes, well, I do, especially on my base.  I don't suppose any of your powers could be used to get rid of this smell."

"Nope.  Sorry.  But, hey, there could be a solution to that."

"What?  At this point, I'll accept anything."

"One of the marines lived on a ranch.  He suggested that we build a corral up top."

"Brilliant idea, worthy of a promotion at least, if not a medal of some kind.  The faster it's built the better I'll like it."

Daniel nodded.  "So, I hear there's going to be a wedding rehearsal this afternoon."

"Yep.  Who'd have thought that the Jaffa actually rehearse these things?"

"Do any of us need to be there for it?"

"Nope, although I suppose that Teal'c will at least watch it, whether or not he's happy about it."

"Yeah.  He and I talked about that a bit."

"And?"

"I don't know if anything I said changed his mind.  I just don't like seeing him at odds with Rya'c."

"Being at odd with your kids is a fact of being a parent, Daniel.  You and Carter will find that out eventually."


To say that the rehearsal did not go smoothly would have been an understatement.  Everything was going fine until the ceremony got to the part where Kar'yn was told to get on her knees before Rya'c as a sigh of respect.

"I will do no such thing," she said.

"Kar'yn," Rya'c responded, frowning at her refusal.

"I kneel before no man, not even my husband."

"This action has been part of the ceremony for thousands—" Bra'tac began to say but was cut off by the irate young woman.

"Then he should kneel before me as well."  Kar'yn looked at Rya'c in anger.  "Or am I too weak to have such respect given to me in return?"

His pride wounded, Rya'c said, "You disgrace my name."

Bra'tac, seeing a complete meltdown looming, desperately tried to avert it.  "Perhaps if we took a-a-a . . . a short recess. . . ."

"And if you insist on treating me like a fragile handmaiden, then . . . I have chosen poorly for a husband!" Kar'yn raged.

"Well, perhaps I have chosen poorly as well," Rya'c shot back.

Kar'yn ripped off the woven circlet on her head that represented fidelity, threw it at Bra'tac, and stormed out, the other female Jaffa leaving as well, with the exception of Ishta.  Rya'c removed the necklace that was the totem of bravery and gave it to Bra'tac, then walked out, followed a moment later by Ishta.

Now alone, Bra'tac picked up a goblet of wine.  "I can see why one must rehearse these events."

As he was taking a sip, the gate activated.

"Unscheduled off-world activation," announced Sergeant Harriman.

Immediately after the wormhole had established, a message came through.

"Receiving a message.  On screen," the sergeant told Teal'c, who had been watching the rehearsal from the control room.

Teal'c was looking at the message as Ishta and Bra'tac came in.  "Ishta, this concerns you."

She stepped forward and read what was on the screen.  "It is from one of my contacts among Moloc's Jaffa.  He is requesting a summit."

"For what reason?"

The woman faced Teal'c.  "Our forces that are hiding among the Jaffa of Moloc have become large, but there are still many who are loyal to him.  We risk being exposed.  We must send the coordinates of the new homeworld to those who will attend."

"Very well.  I will accompany you to this summit."

"You have no say in our matters."

Teal'c gave her a small smile.  "Perhaps there is counsel I can provide."

Ishta took a step toward him.  "You will abide by my ruling," she said in a low voice of warning.

Teal'c exchanged a look with Bra'tac, then bowed slightly to Ishta in assent.

"I believe there is another who should attend as well," Bra'tac said.

"Who?" Ishta asked.

A small smile curved the elder Jaffa's lips.  "Dan'yar."

Teal'c looked at him sharply.

Surprise filled Ishta eyes.  "Dan'yar?  You know where he is?"

Bra'tac's smile grew.  "Indeed we do.  He is much closer than you could guess."

"Old man, what are you planning?" Teal'c asked suspiciously.

"I plan nothing, my friend.  I merely believe it is time for Ishta to know the truth about Dan'yar."

The woman looked back and forth between them.  "Of what does he speak?" she asked Teal'c.

"Come," Bra'tac said.  "All will become known to you."

With the Master Jaffa in the lead, they all went up to Level 18.  As they entered Daniel's office, Ishta frowned in confusion.

Daniel stared at them curiously from his chair.  "What's up, guys?"

Bra'tac turned to the female Jaffa.  "Ishta, it is my great honor to introduce you to the one who is called Dan'yar."  He gestured at Daniel.

Ishta's eyes widened in shock.  "You are Dan'yar?"

Feeling extremely uncomfortable, Daniel replied, "Uhhh . . . yeeahh, that would be me."

"But I do not understand.  How can this be?"

"Oh, that's a very long story."

Ishta rounded on Teal'c.  "Why did you not tell me of this?  Did you think I could not be trusted with this knowledge?"

"It was agreed that the true identity of Dan'yar would be revealed only to those who must know."

"And you thought I did not need to know?  If I had known that Dan'yar was not only right here on Earth but also a member of SG-1, I would have asked for his aid in destroying Moloc."  Realization dawned on Ishta's face.  "That is the real reason you did not tell me.  You knew that I would ask him for help."

"Um . . . excuse me," Daniel said with an uplifted finger, seeing where this was going.  Nobody paid attention him.

"I knew that, if you were aware of who Dan'yar was, you would not relent until he agreed to help you," Teal'c stated.

"And that is something you could not have!" Ishta exclaimed.  "You denied my sisters the one thing that could have brought them salvation many months ago because you refuse to accept that Moloc's death cannot wait for when your rebellion to finally be ready to do something!"

"I denied you the knowledge because it is not Daniel Jackson's responsibility to kill Moloc, nor should he be expected to do so," Teal'c responded.

A piercing whistle halted what Ishta was about to say.  Everyone looked at Daniel, who was now standing.

"Okay, since this argument is about me, I'd say that it's about time I stepped into it," he said.  He turned to the female Jaffa.  "Ishta, I understand what your people are going through, and if there had been an easy way for me to stop Moloc, I'd have done it, but simply waltzing onto whatever planet he was on and getting rid of him wouldn't have been possible."

"But you captured Baal within his stronghold."

"With the help of a thousand Jaffa and several SG teams.  I'm not all-powerful, Ishta.  I can't snap my fingers and make enemies vanish.  Any attack on Moloc would have cost a lot of lives, perhaps including my own.  I'm sorry, but, unless a situation came up in which I could get Moloc without having to go through hundreds of Jaffa to get to him, a straightforward attack would be too risky."

"With you at our side, the forces we are amassing against Moloc would surely be victorious."

Daniel sighed.  "Okay, look.  Personally, I believe that, if we put our heads together, we could think of another way to get Moloc, one that wouldn't cost a lot of lives.  But, if there isn't, and you have no choice but to attack him, I'll . . . I'll help you however I can."  He held up his hand before Ishta could respond.  "But you can't go forward with the attack just because you know that I'll be there to help.  We all need to sit down and talk about this, try to come up with an alternate plan.  There may be a way to make use of my abilities other than in a full-scale assault.  Can you promise me that we'll do that before you move forward with your plans?"

Ishta bowed her head.  "I give you my word.  I had believed that to attack Moloc by force was our only option, but, with you on our side, another way may be possible.  You have my gratitude, Dan'yar.  This news will give all who seek to stop Moloc great hope."

"No, you can't tell anyone about this, not a single person " Daniel said firmly.  "We've already found out that news about me tends to travel very fast among the Jaffa.  If word got out that I was part of a plan against Moloc . . . well, that would be very bad."

"Moloc would increase the size of the forces protecting him," Bra'tac said.

"Moreover, he would seek to discover who and where Dan'yar is to put an end to the threat," Teal'c stated.

Daniel nodded in agreement.  "I'm already number one on the Goa'uld's most wanted list.  The last thing I need is for it to get even worse."

Ishta inclined her head.  "I will speak to no one about this.  I give you my word."

"Thanks." Daniel looked at Teal'c and Bra'tac.  "Okay, so what was the reason you two suddenly decided to let Ishta in on the secret?"

Bra'tac explained about the requested summit.  "I had believed that you could bring calm to those assembled and give them counsel.  As Dan'yar, they would listen to your words, and you are a man of wisdom.  Now, I see that it might not be wise for you to attend for the same reason that Ishta cannot tell others about you.  The risk is too great that news of your involvement would spread."

Daniel nodded.  "You're right.  As much as I'd like to help out, it wouldn't be a good idea."  He looked at Ishta.  "Maybe you could choose two or three of the men that you trust most and bring them here.  Then we can all sit down and put our heads together, come up with a new plan."

"I will do as you ask," Ishta said.  "The summit that we go to now will include men whom I have complete trust in.  I will invite them here, and we shall talk."  Her expression hardened.  "But you must know that, if we cannot devise a plan that will bring a swift end to Moloc's reign, the attack will go forward, whether you are at our side or not."


A while later, Teal'c and Ishta left for the summit, Bra'tac remaining behind.  He went in search of Rya'c and found the young man practicing with a long wooden pole in lieu of a staff weapon.  In the conversation that followed, Rya'c asked why Teal'c was refusing to give his blessing to the marriage.

"Then the union is still to be?" Bra'tac questioned.

"That is not the point," Rya'c replied.

"You have made a choice.  You pledged your life to fight for freedom for all Jaffa.  It is a war you must commit to without question."

"I know!  That is why my father abandoned my mother and I, because we made him weak."  Rya'c pounded the end of the pole on the floor angrily.

"That is not true," Bra'tac told him.

"He knows I forgave him for that long ago.  I understand why it was necessary."

"Do you, hmm?  Teal'c stayed First Prime of Apophis as long as he did because he feared for you.  He committed atrocities in the name of the Goa'uld because he wanted you and your mother to be safe.  When he chose to leave, to join the Tau'ri, it was the most difficult thing he has ever done.  It is not you that made him weak, but his own fear and doubt.  When he realized the Goa'uld could indeed be defeated, that, if he fought hard enough, you could one day be free, it made him stronger."

"It is the same for me with Kar'yn," Rya'c declared.  "She fuels my desire to fight for freedom.  We know what we must face, and we choose to do it together."

Bra'tac laid his hand on Rya'c's shoulder.  "You still have much to learn about yourself, about being a warrior, and neither of you truly know what we will all face in full-scale war with the Goa'uld."

Rya'c lifted his chin.  "I do not need his blessing."

"No, you do not," Bra'tac responded with anger.  He turned away and headed for the door.

"And he insults Kar'yn.  She is a formidable warrior who deserves his respect."

The Master Jaffa gazed at the young man piercingly.  "And yours."

Bra'tac walked through the door, leaving Rya'c with that thought.

A short while later, the young Jaffa was at the door to the quarters that had been assigned to Kar'yn.  Straightening his spine, he knocked on the door.

"Enter," he heard her say.  She rose from her seat on the bed when he came in.  "Rya'c."

"Kar'yn, I . . . I wish to ask forgiveness.  I was angry at my father because I believed that he did not respect you as a warrior, yet I was guilty of that as well by expecting you to abide by a tradition that would be disrespectful to you.  If you still wish to be my wife, I will insist that you not be asked to kneel before me."

Kar'yn came forward.  "I have thought long about this as well.  Ishta counseled me on my emotions and hasty actions.  It is true that I believed that both you and your father had no respect for me as a warrior.  Ishta told me that your father did not accept her skills as a warrior without her having to prove herself to him."  She met Rya'c's eyes.  "I will prove myself to be a warrior worthy of your respect, just as you are one who is worthy of mine."

Rya'c stepped up to her, taking her hands.  "You have no need to prove anything to me, my beloved, for that respect is already yours."

The young lovers went into each other's arms and kissed.

"Soon, we will be married," Rya'c said, "and then we will fight side-by-side against the Goa'uld as warriors."


In a tent on the planet that would be the new home of the Hak'tyl, Teal'c and Ishta were gathered with leaders among the men in Moloc's army who were part of the rebellion.  The men had been reporting the intel they had on Moloc and his troops and the numbers of new Jaffa who had joined those who wished for freedom.  Teal'c knew that he was late for the scheduled check-in, but he could not afford to leave now.

"The ranks of rebel Jaffa are sizable enough to win," a man named Aron said.  "The time to strike is now."

"Aron is right," Cor'ak confirmed.  "If we wait much longer, it is only a matter of time before our numbers grow too large for Moloc not to discover.  We risk losing everything."

Ishta stepped to the center of the group.  "My brothers, until this day, I would have agreed readily that we should attack, but I have learned something that gives me great hope that there may be a way to defeat Moloc without sacrificing many of our numbers in a battle."

Aron frowned.  "What is this thing?"

"I cannot tell you here for fear that word of it will reach Moloc's ears, but I will say that we have gained a powerful ally.  He requests that a small number of us meet on the Tau'ri homeworld to devise a new plan."

"I cannot believe that you would abandon our plan of attack so readily," Cor'ak said.  "You have fought and planned long and hard for this battle, and now you say that, at the word of one man, you wish to abandon it?"

Ishta stared at him.  "If our plan to attack does prove to be our only recourse, then we shall do it.  I am merely stating that there may be another way."

The faint sound of a disturbance outside, jerked Teal'c's attention in that direction.

Ishta stepped up to him, following his gaze.  "What is it?"

Teal'c heard the sound of staff weapons being primed.  "Down!" he yelled, grabbing Ishta and pulling her to the ground with him.

An instant later, a barrage of staff weapon fire blasted through the tent walls.  Most of the others were not fast enough to move and were hit.  Teal'c, Ishta, and Aron barely managed to escape out the back and down a steep hillside.  They made their way to a place that overlooked the gate.  Lying on the ground so as not to be seen, they crept up to the edge and peered over.  Below, a large number of Jaffa loyal to Moloc guarded the gate.

"The gate is well guarded," Teal'c stated.

"We must return to the meeting tent," Ishta said.  "If anyone else survived, they will be tortured."

"Wait."

"For what?" Aron asked.

Teal'c glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, but did not reply.  He didn't have to, for, at that moment, the gate activated.  The enemy Jaffa aimed their weapons at it.

Jack's voice came through on Teal'c's radio.  "Teal'c?  You there?"

"Proceed, O'Neill."

"You know how I get when you don't call.  On top of that, you-know-who just came running in here, telling me that you're in trouble."

Ignoring the frown of puzzlement on Aron's face, Teal'c said, "I fear that he is right, O'Neill.  Moloc's Jaffa ambushed the summit.  The address of the planet must have fallen into the wrong hands.  I am with Ishta and another rebel Jaffa named Aron.  At present, we are cut off from the gate."

"How bad?"

"Very."

A whispered conversation could be heard through the radio.

"Our mutual friend wants to know if he can help," Jack then said.

Teal'c studied the situation below.  "There are at approximately sixty men guarding the gate.  I am uncertain as to the full extent of forces or if there are ships in orbit."

A new voice came on the radio.  "Teal'c, how many at the gate would be taken out by a shock grenade?" Daniel asked.

"Perhaps half."

"Leaving around thirty or so.  I think we could handle that many."

"They are well-armed, including three blast cannons.  One would no longer be manned but the other two would remain so."

"Well, I've never tried to stop blast cannon fire before, but I should be able to do it, at least for a few seconds.  I'll just have to act fast."

"And if there are ships in orbit?"

"If there are, then we'll just have to get you out of there in a hurry.  They won't fire upon the gate's location from orbit.  They'd have to send death gliders and Al'Kesh."

Ishta motioned for Teal'c to let her speak on the radio.  He pressed the mic button for her.

"It is possible that some of the other Jaffa who were here for the summit are still alive," she said.  "Any who lived will be tortured.  We cannot leave them to suffer that fate."

There was another whispered discussion, then Jack spoke.

"We'll deal with that.  Find a good place to hide that's not far from the gate.  We'll be coming through soon.  Oh, and T?"

"My head is down, O'Neill," Teal'c responded.

"Over."

"Who was that man you spoke to," Aron asked, "the one whose name was not given?"

"He is the one I spoke of in the tent," Ishta replied.  "He is—" She was stopped by Teal'c's hand on her arm.  She paused only a moment before continuing.  "He is a man with great resources at his command."

"They must be great resources indeed if blast cannons and thirty or more armed Jaffa trouble him so little."

"They are indeed," Teal'c responded with a small smile.  "Come.  Let us find a place where we can remain hidden."

They retreated into the woods in search of a hiding place.  They found a spot where a group of large trees and some brush would provide sufficient cover.

"One of us should scout the area for signs of patrols," Teal'c said.  He looked at Aron.

"I will go," the man said.  He headed off into the woods.

"Someone from within your camp has betrayed you," Teal'c murmured to Ishta.  "That can be the only explanation for Moloc's presence here."

"I agree, but I fear that I do not know who it could be."

"How much trust do you put in Aron?"

Ishta started at him.  "You think he is the traitor?"

"This I do not know, but we cannot afford to trust him."

Ishta nodded.  "You are right."  Her face filled with realization.  "Teal'c, I do not have my Tretonin.  It was in my pack, and, in our haste, I left it in the tent."

"I have enough for both of us."  Teal'c removed the cylinder from his breast pocket, but discovered that it was broken.

"It must have shattered when you fell to the ground," Ishta said worriedly.

"There is no need for concern.  Help will arrive before we are in dire need."

They heard someone approaching.  Aron appeared a moment later.  He slipped into the hiding place.

"A search patrol approaches.  We must take care."

Teal'c stared at the man.  "Indeed."

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