Stargate Horizons


Utter shock drove a gasp from Daniel's throat, his eyes widening.  The woman before him was Egeria, the Goa'uld queen who would one day become the mother of the Tok'ra.

In that second, Daniel knew without doubt that this was no dream, no hallucination.  It was real.  Somehow, he'd been transported back in time over two thousand years.

"You have heard of me?" Egeria asked, correctly interpreting his reaction.

"Y-yes, I have.  You are greatly revered by some . . . friends of mine."

The statement apparently pleased Egeria.  She studied him closely, a finger laid against her lips as if in thought.  "Now, what duties should I assign to you.  What skills do you have?"

"I don't know if any of them would be of much use to you.  I can read and write several languages.  I have knowledge of the history of a variety of cultures.  I have been a teacher and a . . . a scholar.  I am versant in a number of philosophies and belief systems.  I have also acted as a diplomat on a number of occasions."

Egeria smiled.  "A man of learning, of the written word."


"And what of physical labor?"  She looked down at his hands.  "Your hands appear to be smooth and unbroken, yet your body looks to be strong and fit."

"Um . . . I've done some . . . digging from time to time.  I also have some knowledge of architecture."

Egeria's eyes lit with interest.  "Architecture?  My master builder is in need of some assistance with his newest project.  I am certain that he will value your knowledge and skills."  She waved her hand in a gesture of dismissal.  "See that he is properly attired, then take him to Aulus Horatius."

Much to Daniel's relief, the "proper attire" turned out to be a belted tunic that reached a bit less than halfway down his shins rather than the much shorter one he'd been expecting.  He was allowed to keep his boxers, although he knew that he'd have no choice but to eventually switch to the subligaculum, a loincloth that was the standard undergarment of ancient Romans – that is when they were wearing any undergarments at all.

Seriously dimming his relief about the clothing was the slave bracelet that was now on his right wrist, a four-inch-wide band of metal that he'd been told could be removed by no one except Egeria herself.

Aulus Horatius turned out to be a portly man in his early sixties with wispy white hair and a prominent nose.  He raked his eyes over Daniel from top to bottom.

"Another whelp on which to waste more of my precious time, I presume," he grumbled.  "At least you have a bit more maturity than the last one.  How old are you, boy?"


"Is that so?  You look younger to me.  Do you have any skills in building?"

"I have not done much building myself, but I am familiar with the architectural styles and building techniques of a variety of cultures.  I also know how to handle various building tools."

Aulus studied him with a shrewd eye.  "What manner of building techniques and styles?"

Daniel looked down at the papers scattered over the table.  He gestured at them.  "May I?"  Upon getting a nod from the man, he began studying the drawings.

"This style is primarily Etrusci," he said, using the ancient Roman name for the Etruscans, "although I can also see a Greek influence."

He looked at Aulus, who was staring at him in amazement.

"How do you know of the Etrusci and the Greeks?" the man asked.  "My knowledge of these things has been passed down in my family from generation to generation, some thought to be no more than legend and myth."

Daniel suddenly realized that he might have made a mistake.  Considering that, at this point in time, the gate in Egypt had been buried for some three thousand years and the other gate was in Antarctica, he could not possibly have been on Earth unless he was in the service of one of the Goa'uld who'd been there after the rebellion or was recently taken from the planet.  Based upon the presence of the Mongol society on Simarka and other civilizations they'd found all across the galaxy, the Goa'uld were taking people from Earth at least into the thirteenth century.

Daniel decided to go with an explanation that he believed would be the safest.

"Um, my grandfather was taken from the world that is the birthplace of the Etrusci, Greeks and Romans," Daniel said.  "He was a builder in Rome and taught me some of what he knew."

Aulus' eyes lit up.  "He has told you of the cities of Rome and Greece?"

Daniel nodded.  "Some."

The elderly man grinned and grasped his shoulders.  "Then this evening, you and I can meet, and you can tell me all that you know."  He gave Daniel's shoulders a pat, then sobered.  "But now is the time for work.  Come.  We shall see how useful you are to me."

Aulus apparently thought that Daniel was quite useful and kept the archeologist at his side as he examined how the construction was coming along, asking Daniel's opinion from time to time.  Daniel had learned that the building was going to be an art gallery and museum, which almost made him wish that he'd be able to see it completed.  He had no intention of being here that long, however.  In fact, he was planning on making a break for it tonight, if he got the opportunity.  His intention was to head straight to the Furling ruins and use the time travel device in the pedestal.  The problem was that he didn't know how to get it to return him to the correct time.  But at least he'd be free and could keep trying to get back home.

That evening, Daniel was shown the room that would be his home for the next year, unless he managed to escape.  It was a tiny room with only a narrow bed, a chest for his clothing and other possessions, and a table with a clay water pitcher and basin for washing.  But at least he had it to himself.  He'd been afraid that he would end up in a room with a dozen other slaves.

After the evening meal, Daniel got together with Aulus in a little courtyard outside the slave quarters.  As they sat on a bench lit by street lamps that had no business being in a city of this era, Aulus got Daniel into a conversation about the history of Rome.  Through some careful questioning, the archeologist learned the general time in history that the man's ancestors had been taken from Earth and how long ago that was.  This gave him a rough idea of the present date, which enabled him to work out the date that his own fictitious grandfather would have been taken from Earth.  He took care to tell Aulus only things that happened on Earth prior to that date, although the man wouldn't have any idea if he messed up.

After they parted, Daniel went off to his room.  Remaining dressed, he laid down on his bed, intending to wait a couple of hours before making his break.  He wished that he had his watch, but it and everything else he'd had on him, including his glasses, had been taken.

As he lay in the darkness, Daniel's mind went over everything.  Yet again, he had been transported back in time, only, this time, it had been a whole hell of a lot farther back, and he was all alone.  He wished that Jack, Sam and Teal'c were here with him.  Together, he knew that they'd have been able to get out of this.  Sam could have probably figured out how that pedestal worked and gotten them right back home.  One thing Daniel was sure of was that, if his team had been with him, they would never have left the ruins once they'd discovered what happened.  Jack wouldn't have let Daniel go anywhere.  But kicking himself over his bad decision wasn't going to accomplish anything.  He'd gotten himself into this mess, and it was up to him to get himself out of it.

Daniel's thoughts turned to Egeria.  For millennia, the Goa'uld had been enslaving the bodies of their hosts, denying their hosts the right to have any control over their own bodies.  And yet, for some reason, Egeria would come to see things differently.  She would turn her back on everything she'd known since she was born and decide that the host had the right to share control of the body.  Why?  What would make her see things in a way that was contrary to the inflated self-image of the Goa'uld?

The last time Daniel was at the Tok'ra base, he studied their historical records.  After that stuff with Shan'auc, he wanted to learn more about Egeria and the beginning of the Tok'ra movement.  He found out that even the Tok'ra didn't know what made Egeria do what she did.  According to them, she was always a little different from the average Goa'uld.  For one thing, she treated her Jaffa and human subjects a lot better.  Even so, she was definitely still a Goa'uld before she became a Tok'ra.  That was quite evident from what he'd seen.  The fact that she spared his life when many other Goa'uld would have simply killed him seemed to indicate that she was more reasonable and less heartless than her fellow symbiotes, but she was a long way off from being a Tok'ra.  A Tok'ra wouldn't have enslaved him, and a Tok'ra wouldn't have a temple for people to worship her.

So when was it going to happen?  He had only a rough idea of the present date, and the dates in the Tok'ra records had not been based upon the same calendar.  The turning point could be a year from now, ten years from now, or even longer.  To actually be present for it would be an amazing experience, but it was one he'd be happy to miss in exchange for getting back home.

Everything was still and silent in the slave quarters when Daniel left his room.  He crept through the hallways, keeping his ears open for the approach of anyone.  Once he was outside, he looked around for Jaffa.  Seeing no one, he hurried across an open area to a nearby building.  Keeping close to the wall, he got to the corner and peeked around it.  Seeing that the coast was clear, he covered the distance to the next building, keeping out of the lamplight.

Moving that way, Daniel managed to cover roughly a quarter mile, but it was taking too long.  He was going to have to move faster and take the chance of being seen.  Fortunately, there was no moon yet, so it was quite dark.

Daniel was getting ready to leave the shelter of the building he was hiding behind when he heard a sound that made him freeze: the rattle of Jaffa armor.  Suddenly, he was surrounded with no chance of escape.  One of the Jaffa strode forward, his staff weapon raised.  The end swung around and connected with his head, and Daniel fell senseless to the ground.

The killer headache was what brought Daniel back to consciousness.  Certain that his skull must be split in two, he raised his hand to his head and came in contact with a big lump and some dried blood.

"Ah, I see that you are finally awake."

Daniel looked over at the doorway and saw Aulus there.

Feeling like his head was going to fall off if he moved too fast – which actually might not be so bad since it would at least end the pain – Daniel sat up.  The nausea, blurred vision and dizziness told him that he had a humdinger of a concussion.

The archeologist let out a sigh, resting his aching head in his hands.  "I didn't get very far, did I."

"Farther than some, not quite as far as others."

Daniel looked at the elderly man.  "Do you have a lot of people trying to escape?"

"Only some of the men who have been newly enslaved, and, among those, only the ones who have the courage and determination to try.  I was told that you would very likely try."

That surprised Daniel.  "You were?"

Aulus nodded.  "Egeria saw in you the fire of one who would not submit easily to slavery.  I would advise that you do not try again, Daniel.  You cannot succeed as long as you wear that bracelet upon your wrist.  It will tell them if you do."

Daniel stared down at it.  A tracking device.  Everywhere he went, they'd know where he was.  Crap.

"Being a servant of Egeria's is not as harsh a fate as it could be," Aulus said. "I have served her all of my life, and she has treated me well.  When my parents were too old and weak to continue working, she did not discard them as useless.  She allowed me and my wife to care for them in my home until they died.  When my wife was gravely ill, I pleaded with Egeria to heal her, and she did.  My Felicia later died in an accident, but I will always be grateful to Egeria for the additional years I had with her.  I have been told that you may only have to serve for a year.  You are young and have many more years of life ahead of you, Daniel.  Serve that year and please our queen with your service."

Daniel watched the man leave, trying to accept the fact that he might have no choice but to wait until Egeria set him free.

As any anthropologist would tell you, studying a culture through books and other media is not the same thing as actually living in that culture and experiencing it firsthand, no matter how much you learn about its beliefs, customs, conventions and viewpoints.  As someone who, more than once, had spent quite some time living among people in a culture very different from his own, Daniel was no stranger to that fact.  He was an expert in learning how to insert himself into a society and adapt to the differing lifestyle.  That ability was proving to be very useful yet again.

Most of the daylight hours were spent working.  Not accustomed to spending that many hours in the sun wearing a tunic with sleeves that barely covered his shoulders, it was no surprise that he ended up with a painful sunburn.  The following day, Aulus gave him some oil that soothed the pain and helped protect his skin against burning even more.

Evenings were spent socializing with the other slaves.  Though Aulus was a freedman, having been given his freedom by Egeria ten years ago as a reward for his many decades of faithful service, he still liked to spend time socializing with the slaves who worked under him, did, in fact, seem to prefer it to spending time with other freemen.

Being the new guy, it was understandable that the other slaves would be a little standoffish toward Daniel at first.  This was especially true with the laborers, the men who performed the manual labor.  The fact that Daniel was not only an assistant to Aulus but was also being approached by the master builder for opinions and knowledge led to the laborers treating him with some suspicion, although that wasn't as bad as the jealousy Aulus' other assistants were obviously feeling.  Daniel's natural diplomatic and peacemaking skills served him in good stead, and, in only a matter of days, the other slaves began warming up to him.

As they gathered in the evenings, the slaves gradually started asking about him, what he did before coming to the planet he now knew was named Estrania, what he'd seen in his travels, and, most of all, what he knew about the almost mythical homeworld of humanity.  Daniel shared with them what he could.  Telling them about the people and places he'd seen was mostly safe as long as he didn't mention any locations or names, although there were obviously some places that he couldn't talk about for one reason or another.  Talking about Earth was tougher.  He had to be careful about how much knowledge he revealed.  After all, he was supposed to have never set foot on Earth himself, everything he knew having come from his grandfather and other people he'd met in his travels.  Fortunately, since, at this time in history, there were individuals out in the galaxy who had originally lived on Earth, it would not be impossible for Daniel to have met and talked to some of them.  This gave him a lot more latitude in what he could say.

By the start of Daniel's second week, he had pretty much been accepted by everyone and had even started making a few friends.  As was his nature, he treated everybody with equal respect, regardless of whether they were the lowliest of laborers or one of the freeborn men who occasionally showed up to see Aulus.  It was pretty clear that some of the freemen didn't like the fact that he failed to show them what they believed was the proper level of humble submission.  Considering that, in ancient Rome, slaves were looked upon as objects rather than human beings, Daniel wasn't surprised by that attitude.  He didn't know if it was the same way here, but, even if it wasn't, slaves would be on the lowest rung of the ladder of humanity in the eyes of most of Estrania's freemen, most likely of less value than a good horse.

Daniel had to wonder if he'd have run into some serious trouble with any of the freeborn men if it wasn't for the fact that he was one of Egeria's own slaves.  No matter how much they might object to his manner, they would not dare to harm him for fear that Egeria would get angry.

Egeria gazed from her sedan chair at what would someday be a place for the artisans of her domain to display their work and for some of the things that she had collected to be displayed for all her subjects to admire.  She had expressed an interest in seeing how the building was progressing, and Aulus had nearly tripped all over himself in his effort to make all the preparations for her visit.  The truth, however, was that Egeria's real reason for coming here was not the construction.

The Goa'uld queen's eyes went to a man who appeared to be explaining something to one of the laborers.  It had been fifteen days since she first laid eyes upon the one named Daniel, fifteen days during which she had found her thoughts going to him often.  She did not know why she kept thinking of him.  She had met many handsome men, some more handsome than he, yet she could not forget that moment when she first gazed into his eyes, eyes as blue as the summer sky and as clear as the purest pool of still waters.  When he told her that he would not beg for his life, she had seen strength and courage in those eyes.  She knew that if she had ordered his death, he would have died with dignity and shown no fear.

Egeria was quite intrigued with Daniel, as well as curious.  She had been getting regular reports on him from Aulus.  The master builder gave his respect grudgingly, yet he couldn't seem to praise her newest slave loudly enough.  Daniel was proving himself to be exceedingly intelligent and knowledgeable.  He lacked some of the practical knowledge about construction, but he learned very quickly and was able to apply his knowledge immediately.

Daniel was also gentle, kind and wise, according to Aulus, who had recounted to Egeria some of the things that had happened since the young man's arrival.  One of the workers accidently dropped his food ration in the mud, and Daniel gave his own ration to the man.  A child was injured near the work area, and Daniel gently cared for her until the girl's mother came.  A fight broke out between two laborers, and Daniel put a stop to it, not with force but with words, making the two men see reason and end their hostility.  He treated everyone with the same level of respect and honor, slaves and freeborn men alike, which had endeared him to the slaves but had angered some of the freemen.  From another source, Egeria had heard one amazing report that he was even cordial to the Jaffa!

The laborer Daniel was speaking to nodded and smiled.  Daniel smiled back, a smile of surpassing beauty that made Egeria's breath catch slightly.  As the worker walked away, Daniel looked over at her.  His head bowed in a show of respect, but not, she suspected, in veneration.  To everyone else on this planet, Egeria was a god, but she did not believe that Daniel looked upon her as such.  That should anger her, yet it did not.  It was actually quite refreshing to know of a human who would not grovel if she commanded him to do so.

Egeria gestured at her bearers.  The four men lifted her litter and began the trek back to the palace.  They had covered around half the distance when a freeborn man named Sextus Varius approached them, his head bowed low.

"My Queen, there is a matter about which I would humbly request to speak with you."

"And is there a reason why you would choose to disturb me now rather than when I am giving audience to the citizenry?"

Sextus' head bowed even lower.  "It is a matter that I believe should not be discussed in public."

Egeria stared at him for a few seconds.  "Very well.  Come to the palace, and I will speak with you."

"Thank you, My Queen."

The man followed the litter the rest of the way.  Instead of going to her private sitting room, which Egeria considered to be too intimate and personal a setting for a talk with this man, they went to the throne room, which was empty except for the Jaffa guards.  The Goa'uld queen settled upon the throne and looked down at the freeborn man.

"I am listening, Sextus."

"It is regarding one of your slaves, the one called Daniel."

Egeria's eyes narrowed.  "Yes?"

"It has come to my attention that he does not show the proper humble attitude to his betters."

Since his gaze was on the floor, Sextus did not see the anger that was now glittering in Egeria's eyes.  He did, however, hear a hint of it in her voice when she said, "His betters?"

A smart man would have sensed that perhaps it might not be wise to continue.  Sextus, however, was not a smart man.  What he was, though, was a man with a very high opinion of his own importance.

"As is known by all, the worth of a slave can be measured by the number of coins it takes to purchase him," he said.  "Yet this one called Daniel acts as if he is equal to freemen.  He does not lower his eyes when speaking to a freeman.  He does not address freemen with the proper honorific.  I fear that the other slaves will get ideas from him and begin to think that they are equal to us as well."

"Us, Sextus?  Do you, then, place yourself equal to me?"

The dangerous note in Egeria's voice could not be ignored this time.

"N-n-no, My Queen!  I would not dare to think such a thing.  I spoke poorly.  I was referring to my fellow freemen."

"I see."  Egeria glared at the man.  "Are you aware that Daniel was freeborn and was not a slave until after coming here?"

"Yes, I had heard that."

"Yet you still believe that his value is no greater than that of a horse or a dog or some other piece of property?"

What little sense Sextus possessed told him to keep his mouth shut.

Egeria's voice dropped to about the same temperature as a glacier.  "Tell me, Sextus.  What if I was to make you a slave?  Would your worth as a human then be less than it is now?  Would your value then be no more than the number of coins it would take one of the other freemen to purchase you?"

Sextus had begun to sweat.  "I-I-I. . . ." he stammered.

Egeria got to her feet, staring down her nose at the man.  "You will trouble me with this no further.  You will trouble Daniel not at all."  She came down the dais to stand right before him.  "Understand this, Sextus.  Your value to me is no greater than that of any of my slaves.  Keep that thought in mind when you look upon a slave and see nothing but a possession."

"Yes, My Queen," Sextus whispered.

Bowing so low that he could have tied his shoes if they had laces, he backed out of the throne room, then scurried away.

Egeria went to one of the gardens, where her temper gradually cooled.  For a moment, she toyed with the idea of actually making Sextus a slave to teach him a lesson, but she knew that would only cause trouble.

Deciding to waste no further time on the man, the Goa'uld queen's thoughts went to another issue.  She expected that, very soon, she would be called upon to spawn again.  Except for those times when that happened, she was mostly left alone by her fellow Goa'uld, which was as she wanted.  Their silly machinations, wars and quests for continually more power bored and disgusted her.  Why they simply could not just divide everything up between them and be done with it was something she could not understand.  Yet it had been this way for millennia.  She bore the memories of those centuries within her and would pass them on to every generation to which she gave birth, each of her children gaining with those memories that same lust for power.  As for her, she was happy with her beautiful city and great palace, where she could live in peace.  She treated her human subjects well so that they would not rise up against her as the people of Egypt did against Ra, and she treated her Jaffa far better than virtually all other Goa'uld.  After all, the true measure of a good ruler was the loyalty of their subjects, not how fearful and downtrodden those subjects were.

Egeria's thoughts drifted back to Daniel, thinking about the blueness of his eyes and the comeliness of his face.  Perhaps when the time came for her to spawn again, she would choose him to be the one to give her the code of life.  She had no doubt that it would be quite pleasurable.

Daniel was a little nervous when he entered the palace.  He'd received a summons to come here, but no explanation as to the reason for it.

It had been nearly a month since his arrival in this time.  In that month, he had learned to adapt to his situation.  Truth be told, it really wasn't so bad.  He was fed well, not mistreated, and had a job that was actually quite interesting.  He was definitely making use of all the knowledge he'd gained about ancient architecture from his archeological studies and experience.  Aulus had already put him in a position of authority, something that had ruffled the feathers of a few of the others who were in a senior position, though Daniel managed to smooth things over with them.

Despite all of this, Daniel still thought about escape every day.  He'd tried to jimmy open the slave bracelet, but finally gave up after an hour.  He thought about his teammates a lot.  How long would they search for him if he never returned?  When would they give up hope of ever finding him?

'Don't think like that, Daniel,' he told himself.  'You'll get home, and, when you do, you'll have quite a tale to tell.'

A female servant led him to one of the gardens.  It was a hot day, and the shade cast across the garden by the palace was very welcome.  Egeria was seated upon one of four marble benches placed around a fountain in the shape of a rearing horse.

"Leave us," the Goa'uld said to the servant, who immediately departed.  There was no one else in the garden.

Egeria gestured toward one of the other benches.  "Please sit," she requested, surprising Daniel.  It was not the words that surprised him but her voice.  Instead of the deep, echoing tone of a Goa'uld, she'd spoken in a normal human voice.  He knew that Goa'uld were quite capable of speaking in a normal voice, but it was a very rare thing for them to do so.

Once Daniel had taken a seat, Egeria studied him for a while.  "Are you well?"

"Yes, thank you."

"I have heard good things about you from Aulus."

"You have?"

Egeria smiled.  "Yes.  He is quite taken with you.  He spins words of praise every time he speaks of you."

Daniel blushed slightly, ducking his head.  The reaction amused Egeria.  So, he was also modest.  Not many men with his talents and attractiveness would possess that quality.

"Tell me about yourself, Daniel.  You have said that you are a traveler and explorer.  I studied the strange devices that were upon your person when you arrived.  I have never before seen things like some of them.  The level of technology used to make them is greater than that which most other humans possess."

Daniel tensed.  At this time in history, there were probably very few human cultures with a higher level of technology.  If she asked where he got those things, what could he tell her?

"Have you been to many worlds?" she asked instead.

"Too many to name without having to think about it."

Egeria rose to her feet and began wandering around.  "I should imagine that you have seen many wondrous things."

Daniel nodded.  "Yes, I have."

"It must have been exhilarating to wander with such freedom."

Daniel wasn't sure how to reply to that, considering his present circumstances, so he remained silent.

Egeria turned to him.  "Do you still long for freedom?"

"Of course I do.  I've been free my whole life.  Slavery is not something that's easy to accept."

Egeria smiled.  "I applaud your honesty.  I would not expect you to accept your situation easily."  She walked up to him and sat on the bench.  "Tell me.  Do you have a wife or a lover?"  She did not fail to see the flash of pain that passed over Daniel's face before he cast his eyes to the ground.

"I . . . lost my wife a year ago," he said in a low voice.

"I am sorry for your pain."  Egeria searched what she could see of his face.  "You still love her."

Daniel sighed.  "Yes, very much."

"There has been no other since her?"

Daniel paused before replying.  "There was one, but it was a mistake, something I realized before it went very far."

"But surely you have sought pleasure with someone since the death of your wife."

Daniel frowned and stood up.  "I am not the kind of man who does things like that.  I know that, in this society, casual sex is common, but that isn't something I do.  I never have."

Egeria was surprised.  In her experience, young men did not deny themselves the pleasure of sex for long, with the exception of priests who were required to remain celibate.  Yet this man before her was claiming that he had been with no one for at least a year.

Egeria had summoned Daniel here today because it was time for her to spawn again, and she had decided to choose him to mate with for the code of life, yet, now, she was beginning to wonder if he would be willing to do so.  Of course, she could force him.  She had that power.  But she did not want to do that.  She wanted him to be a willing lover.

"You do not wish to be with any woman, then?" she asked.

Daniel looked across the garden at a tree that looked like a miniature version of an oak.  "There is only one woman I want to be with in that way, and that's something that can never be," he replied, his voice reflecting his grief.

"Your wife was fortunate to have a husband who loved her so much."

Daniel sighed softly.  "I was the lucky one."

Egeria rose to her feet.  Though she had greatly desired to have Daniel be the one with whom she would mate, she would not make him do what would clearly be against his will.  There would be no pleasure in that.

"There is business to which I must attend," she said.  "You may return to your duties now."

Daniel bowed his head, then left the garden, allowing himself to relax.  For a while there, he was beginning to wonder about the reason why Egeria asked him to come here.  He could not forget that she was a Goa'uld queen and what queens required in order to produce larvae that would be compatible with a human host.  He'd begun to worry that she had her eye on him to be the "donor."  He was immensely relieved that either he'd been wrong or she'd changed her mind.

During the incident with Seth, Daniel had talked to Jacob about Hathor revealing that the male members of SG-1 were now immune to the effects of her pheromone-like breath.  He'd been thinking that might mean they would also be immune to Nish'ta, the chemical Seth was using to control his followers since it was chemically similar to what a queen uses.  Jacob explained that wouldn't be the case and went on to say that, because the drug of each Goa'uld queen has a different chemical makeup, it was likely that the immunity to Hathor's breath also would not protect them against that of other queens.  This meant that Daniel would have no defense against Egeria if she chose to force him to mate with her.  All he could hope was that it was something he'd never have to face.

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