Stargate SG1: Cocidian (5/11)
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Chapter Five
"Colonel, you never answered your own question."
Jack placed his hand against the wall, stopping the stool he was sitting on for a fraction of a second before pushing it in the other direction. "What's that, Carter?"
"What are you doing for Christmas?"
Jack reached out again, bringing the stool to a jarringly abrupt stop. He looked at Carter and Teal'c, and saw them waiting to hear his answer. They were both seated on stools near the wall, just as he was. The only difference between them was that their stools weren't spinning in circles and they themselves weren't about to tip over from dizziness.
Jack coughed to clear his throat before answering them. "Oh, I um... yeah, well, I ..."
"Colonel O'Neill?"
General Hammond's voice boomed through the speakers again. He never had gone home, choosing instead to stay in the observation room the entire time, watching the medical team attend to Dr. Jackson. Teal'c had spent a few hours in meditation, and Captain Carter had managed catch some sleep on a cot that Dr. Fraiser had provided. Jack had spent his night alternating between wandering around the room aimlessly, standing at attention at the foot of Dr. Jackson's bed, and spinning himself silly on his stool.
Jack looked at the ceiling and silently thanked God for Hammond's interruption before jumping to his feet. Carter and Teal'c followed suite. "Yes, sir?"
"It's 0900, Colonel. Let's start that debriefing."
"Yes, sir," Jack answered with a nod. He pulled his stool out from the wall and sat down facing the window. Teal'c and Carter did the same on either side of him. Jack waited until Hammond nodded, indicating that the recording equipment was ready, then took a deep breath, and began.
"Okay. Well, we gated to P49-635 at 1330 hours on December 19. Our mission was to collect soil samples for evaluation, and to make contact with the locals. The village is located approximately eight clicks from the gate. Our hike was uneventful, and we reached the village just before nightfall. The natives were friendly; they looked happy to see us. At least, they seemed friendly at first ..."
A large crowd had gathered around the four strangers, and more people were joining them every minute. They were all talking to each other excitedly, and Jack had no way of knowing what they were saying. Daniel was listening intently, repeating their words to himself, trying to understand them.
As the crowd continued to grow, Jack glanced around and did a quick threat assessment. The four of them were completely surrounded by what appeared to be nearly one hundred men, women, and children. He, Teal'c, and Carter were standing close to each other; Daniel was just a few feet to Jack's left. As the crowd began to surge forward, people began to fill the space between Jack and Daniel, separating Daniel from the rest of his team. Jack reacted quickly, concerned with keeping his team together, and he, Carter, and Teal'c pushed their way through the crowd carefully.
Jack reached out and placed his hand on Daniel's arm. "Daniel? Any idea what they're saying?"
"Um... I think so. It sounds like a derivative of Celtic. But what they're saying really doesn't make much sense, so I've got to be missing something."
"So what do you think they're saying?"
"Something about a hunt... Bor-Shelgeyr ..." Daniel's eyes narrowed and he raised his eyebrows as he concentrated on the translation. "Something hunter... master! Master hunter! Okay, they welcome the arrival of the master hunters and the... deib? Deibhl... deibhleid. The vile weak?" Daniel's cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "Vile weak one," he said with an awkward smile. "I'm guessing that would be me."
Jack looked around again as he felt his concern mounting. The attitude of the crowd was beginning to change; the expressions on the faces that surrounded them suddenly seemed much less friendly and much more predatory.
"Um... Daniel?"
"Jack?"
"Why are they looking at us like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like we're... dinner?"
Daniel turned his attention to studying the faces that surrounded them.
"There could be any number of reasons for them to be leery of us, Jack. Maybe they're afraid of angering the Goa'uld. Or maybe they think we are Goa'uld. Or maybe ..."
"Daniel. Just tell me we're not dinner."
"We're talking about a primitive tribal culture here, Jack. Probably related to the Celts, possibly the Vikings ..."
"Okay, now, the Celts drank blood."
"Of their dead, yes. Particularly dead warriors and hunters. They believed that they could gain strength ..."
"Okay, Daniel, back to the topic at hand. Are we dinner?"
"I don't think ..."
Daniel's voice trailed off as he took another look around at the crowd. He was beginning to notice marked differences in their expressions. Jack and Teal'c were being given looks of respect and, particularly in Teal'c's case, awe. Sam was receiving her fair share of admiration as well. The looks he himself was receiving, however - were they sneering at him?
"Daniel?" Jack noticed Daniel's sudden distraction and he shifted to his left, narrowing the distance between them even more. Sam and Teal'c echoed the movement, moving closer to Daniel on his left and at his back. "What's up here, Daniel?"
"Um... not quite sure. Give me a minute ..."
"Say the word, Daniel, and we're outta here." Daniel's growing discomfort with the crowd and the situation did not sit well with Jack. Daniel lived for this kind of thing - a long-dead Earth culture, alive and thriving on another world. He was usually too busy being fascinated to be worried. He glanced back at Teal'c and Sam, and saw the same expression in their eyes. If Daniel was uncomfortable, it was probably time to leave.
"No, Jack, I think it'll be okay. They seem peaceful enough. I think they're hunters, not warriors. I just wish I could understand them better." Daniel raised his head and looked around the crowd. "Or maybe talk to their chieftain ..."
"Fàilte!"
All four members of SG-1 turned toward the booming voice and the crowd around them fell silent. The man who had spoken stepped forward, and a path suddenly opened through the assembled crowd. He was a huge man; he stood at least three inches taller than Teal'c. He had long black hair that blew wildly in the wind and a thick black beard that covered not only his chin but half of his chest. He wore thick leather clothing that stopped just above his knees, and a large animal skin was draped around his shoulders. He strode toward them with a noticeable air of authority.
"Your chieftain?" Jack whispered in Daniel's ear as the man stopped directly in front of them. When he pulled himself to his full height, Jack realized that he had actually underestimated the man's immense size. He made Teal'c look average.
"Fàilte!" he repeated, bowing his head slightly in Jack's direction. "Good Journey to you, Bor-Shelgeyr. By the Grace of Cocidius, welcome to Domhan."
"Tuathal," Jack said with no small amount of heat. "The revered chieftain of Domhan."
"Domhan?" Hammond asked.
"The local name for P49-635," Sam explained.
Hammond nodded. "So I take it this Tuathal person is responsible for Dr. Jackson's condition?"
Jack shrugged. "I don't think he's why Daniel's sick, sir. But he's definitely behind that black eye and those bruises on his chest and back."
"And the rope burns on his wrists," Sam put in.
"Not to mention the whole chained up in the cave thing," Jack finished.
"I think you're getting a bit ahead of me, Colonel."
Jack sighed and let his head fall back slightly. "Tuathal invited us to a feast in our honor that evening. Daniel thought they'd be a valuable potential ally against the Goa'uld ..."
Daniel gazed around the village in wide-eyed fascination. He had spoken to Tuathal briefly before they had set out for the banquet hall at the edge of the village, and he hadn't seemed to be worried about the looks he was receiving since that time.
Jack walked beside him, one hand resting on his gun across his chest. He had noticed the change in Daniel's attitude, and it did put some of his own concern to rest. Some of it - not all of it. Jack glanced across his shoulder and saw that Carter and Teal'c were both keeping wary eyes on the large crowd that surrounded them and moved toward the banquet hall with them. Carter's right hand rested on her weapon exactly as Jack's did, and Teal'c held his staff weapon at a slight angle rather than straight up.
"Wow," Daniel breathed. Jack turned his attention back to the archeologist. "Look at this place, Jack! An actual Celtic village! This is ..."
"Fascinating?" Jack ventured with a smile.
Daniel nodded his head quickly. "Completely fascinating. Oh, look at that!"
Jack turned his head in the direction Daniel was pointing. An altar of sorts stood in the center of the village. It was circular, with three steps leading up to a wide platform that looked to be five or six feet wide. In the middle of the platform was a large post that looked to Jack to be about eight feet tall. Directly behind that platform was another of identical construction, but without the post.
Without turning back to Daniel, Jack said, "That looks like an altar, Daniel."
"It is, most likely," Daniel answered excitedly. "From the positions of the two platforms, and the post on the nearest one, it's probably a sacrificial altar of some sort. The one performing the ceremony would stand on the one without the post ..."
"Sacrifices?" Jack's smile held no humor. "This place just keeps getting better and better."
"They're a close tribe, Jack," Daniel said good-naturedly. "That's probably either reserved for their bitter enemies, or not used at all. They really don't strike me as being the type of people who would sacrifice their own."
"Well, I still don't like seeing it here, Daniel."
They had reached their destination, and began to climb the steps that led to the massive wooden doors. "Well, there's not exactly anything we can do about it, is there, Jack? It's their planet. We can't exactly demand that they take it down."
"I know that," Jack answered hotly. "I just said that I don't like it. This place gives me the creeps as it is. And things like that," Jack continued, pointing back at the altars once more, "don't make me feel any better."
"It's all right, Jack," Daniel said as they walked through the large doors and entered the banquet hall. "I'll talk to Tuathal at dinner, and I'll find out... wow!"
Jack looked around the interior of the hall, and he had to agree with Daniel's assessment of it. It was an impressive site.
Five large oak tables dominated the room, running almost the entire length of it. The table in the middle was the largest by far, and was surrounded by chairs decorated with animal hides, horns, and bones. The other four were flanked on either side by large, rough benches. Massive candle-filled chandeliers, also made of animal horns and bones, hung from the ceiling. The far wall was dominated by a stone fireplace that by itself was larger than any of the small dwellings they had passed on their way through the village.
"It looks like a page right out of Beowulf," Daniel whispered. "This is amazing."
Tuathal appeared beside them, and placed a large hand on Daniel's shoulder. "Deibhleid, you will sit with me."
"So he separated Dr. Jackson from the rest of you?"
Jack nodded. "Daniel said it was okay, that Tuathal just wanted to talk to him."
"And where were you seated?"
"At the other end of the same table."
"So, what happened at the banquet?"
Jack sighed deeply, and Teal'c began to speak. "We were seated, and the food and drink were brought out. Daniel Jackson and Tuathal were deep in conversation throughout the meal. From where we were seated, we could not hear what they were discussing ..."
Teal'c was growing more and more uneasy with the situation as the feast went on. The looks that the majority of the people in the banquet hall were directing at Daniel Jackson were becoming increasingly hostile. When Teal'c's unease had become serious enough that his felt his symbiote growing agitated, he decided to speak to O'Neill about his observations.
"O'Neill?"
"Yeah, Teal'c?" Jack's eyes were moving constantly about the room, returning every few moments to the head of the table and to Daniel.
"I agree with your earlier assessment of our hosts. However, I do not believe them to be a threat to you, Captain Carter, or myself."
"What do you mean?" Jack shifted his eyes slightly, and looked over at Teal'c across the rim of his goblet.
"I believe it to be only Daniel Jackson that they think to be edible."
Sam gaped at Teal'c's pronouncement, and Jack looked at him in confusion. After shaking his head slightly, Jack put the goblet down on the table and turned his full attention to the man on his right.
"Do you mean it's only Daniel they're looking at like he's dinner?"
"Indeed, O'Neill. Is that not what I just said?"
"Sort of," Jack answered slowly. "In so many words... I think ..." Jack shook his head again, and looked again to the head of the table. "But yeah, I noticed that too."
"What do you want us to do, sir?" Sam asked quietly. She too had noticed the strange looks Daniel was receiving from the natives, and she glanced down the table once more to find him still deep in conversation with Tuathal. The chieftain, for his part, was staring at Daniel intently with an almost feral grin.
"I really don't like the looks of this, Carter. Something just feels wrong about it," Jack answered. "Daniel doesn't seem to have noticed anything being amiss, at least not since we first got here. But I think it would probably be best if we collected our errant archeologist and headed home."
"Agreed," Teal'c said. Jack nodded at his teammates, and all three began to stand.
"Whoa!" Jack exclaimed in surprise. His vision blurred and his head spun, and he found himself landing hard in his chair. "Head rush."
He glanced to his left and saw Carter blinking her eyes rapidly, the expression on her face and the undignified way she was sprawled across her seat making it clear that she too had felt something when she'd tried to stand. Teal'c wasn't faring much better, though he had managed to land a bit straighter in his chair than either Jack or Sam had.
"Okay, this is definitely not a good sign. I think getting out of here right now just became top priority."
At that moment, Tuathal stood at the head of the table. "Oie vie, my friends!" the man bellowed. "We have feasted, and now we shall sleep. When the sun comes again, we shall honor Cocidius in all his glory, for by his grace on this day we have been granted our wish. By the Rule of Cocidius, the Glenney Folley will commence at Dawnbreak." Tuathal looked down at Daniel, and the grin returned. "We must give thanks to the visitors, for they have delivered to us this deibhleid." Tuathal looked down the table to where Jack, Sam, and Teal'c had finally managed to get to their feet, and he bowed deeply. "Bor-Shelgeyr, you have honored us deeply. We shall honor you in turn."
Chapter Five
"Colonel, you never answered your own question."
Jack placed his hand against the wall, stopping the stool he was sitting on for a fraction of a second before pushing it in the other direction. "What's that, Carter?"
"What are you doing for Christmas?"
Jack reached out again, bringing the stool to a jarringly abrupt stop. He looked at Carter and Teal'c, and saw them waiting to hear his answer. They were both seated on stools near the wall, just as he was. The only difference between them was that their stools weren't spinning in circles and they themselves weren't about to tip over from dizziness.
Jack coughed to clear his throat before answering them. "Oh, I um... yeah, well, I ..."
"Colonel O'Neill?"
General Hammond's voice boomed through the speakers again. He never had gone home, choosing instead to stay in the observation room the entire time, watching the medical team attend to Dr. Jackson. Teal'c had spent a few hours in meditation, and Captain Carter had managed catch some sleep on a cot that Dr. Fraiser had provided. Jack had spent his night alternating between wandering around the room aimlessly, standing at attention at the foot of Dr. Jackson's bed, and spinning himself silly on his stool.
Jack looked at the ceiling and silently thanked God for Hammond's interruption before jumping to his feet. Carter and Teal'c followed suite. "Yes, sir?"
"It's 0900, Colonel. Let's start that debriefing."
"Yes, sir," Jack answered with a nod. He pulled his stool out from the wall and sat down facing the window. Teal'c and Carter did the same on either side of him. Jack waited until Hammond nodded, indicating that the recording equipment was ready, then took a deep breath, and began.
"Okay. Well, we gated to P49-635 at 1330 hours on December 19. Our mission was to collect soil samples for evaluation, and to make contact with the locals. The village is located approximately eight clicks from the gate. Our hike was uneventful, and we reached the village just before nightfall. The natives were friendly; they looked happy to see us. At least, they seemed friendly at first ..."
A large crowd had gathered around the four strangers, and more people were joining them every minute. They were all talking to each other excitedly, and Jack had no way of knowing what they were saying. Daniel was listening intently, repeating their words to himself, trying to understand them.
As the crowd continued to grow, Jack glanced around and did a quick threat assessment. The four of them were completely surrounded by what appeared to be nearly one hundred men, women, and children. He, Teal'c, and Carter were standing close to each other; Daniel was just a few feet to Jack's left. As the crowd began to surge forward, people began to fill the space between Jack and Daniel, separating Daniel from the rest of his team. Jack reacted quickly, concerned with keeping his team together, and he, Carter, and Teal'c pushed their way through the crowd carefully.
Jack reached out and placed his hand on Daniel's arm. "Daniel? Any idea what they're saying?"
"Um... I think so. It sounds like a derivative of Celtic. But what they're saying really doesn't make much sense, so I've got to be missing something."
"So what do you think they're saying?"
"Something about a hunt... Bor-Shelgeyr ..." Daniel's eyes narrowed and he raised his eyebrows as he concentrated on the translation. "Something hunter... master! Master hunter! Okay, they welcome the arrival of the master hunters and the... deib? Deibhl... deibhleid. The vile weak?" Daniel's cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "Vile weak one," he said with an awkward smile. "I'm guessing that would be me."
Jack looked around again as he felt his concern mounting. The attitude of the crowd was beginning to change; the expressions on the faces that surrounded them suddenly seemed much less friendly and much more predatory.
"Um... Daniel?"
"Jack?"
"Why are they looking at us like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like we're... dinner?"
Daniel turned his attention to studying the faces that surrounded them.
"There could be any number of reasons for them to be leery of us, Jack. Maybe they're afraid of angering the Goa'uld. Or maybe they think we are Goa'uld. Or maybe ..."
"Daniel. Just tell me we're not dinner."
"We're talking about a primitive tribal culture here, Jack. Probably related to the Celts, possibly the Vikings ..."
"Okay, now, the Celts drank blood."
"Of their dead, yes. Particularly dead warriors and hunters. They believed that they could gain strength ..."
"Okay, Daniel, back to the topic at hand. Are we dinner?"
"I don't think ..."
Daniel's voice trailed off as he took another look around at the crowd. He was beginning to notice marked differences in their expressions. Jack and Teal'c were being given looks of respect and, particularly in Teal'c's case, awe. Sam was receiving her fair share of admiration as well. The looks he himself was receiving, however - were they sneering at him?
"Daniel?" Jack noticed Daniel's sudden distraction and he shifted to his left, narrowing the distance between them even more. Sam and Teal'c echoed the movement, moving closer to Daniel on his left and at his back. "What's up here, Daniel?"
"Um... not quite sure. Give me a minute ..."
"Say the word, Daniel, and we're outta here." Daniel's growing discomfort with the crowd and the situation did not sit well with Jack. Daniel lived for this kind of thing - a long-dead Earth culture, alive and thriving on another world. He was usually too busy being fascinated to be worried. He glanced back at Teal'c and Sam, and saw the same expression in their eyes. If Daniel was uncomfortable, it was probably time to leave.
"No, Jack, I think it'll be okay. They seem peaceful enough. I think they're hunters, not warriors. I just wish I could understand them better." Daniel raised his head and looked around the crowd. "Or maybe talk to their chieftain ..."
"Fàilte!"
All four members of SG-1 turned toward the booming voice and the crowd around them fell silent. The man who had spoken stepped forward, and a path suddenly opened through the assembled crowd. He was a huge man; he stood at least three inches taller than Teal'c. He had long black hair that blew wildly in the wind and a thick black beard that covered not only his chin but half of his chest. He wore thick leather clothing that stopped just above his knees, and a large animal skin was draped around his shoulders. He strode toward them with a noticeable air of authority.
"Your chieftain?" Jack whispered in Daniel's ear as the man stopped directly in front of them. When he pulled himself to his full height, Jack realized that he had actually underestimated the man's immense size. He made Teal'c look average.
"Fàilte!" he repeated, bowing his head slightly in Jack's direction. "Good Journey to you, Bor-Shelgeyr. By the Grace of Cocidius, welcome to Domhan."
"Tuathal," Jack said with no small amount of heat. "The revered chieftain of Domhan."
"Domhan?" Hammond asked.
"The local name for P49-635," Sam explained.
Hammond nodded. "So I take it this Tuathal person is responsible for Dr. Jackson's condition?"
Jack shrugged. "I don't think he's why Daniel's sick, sir. But he's definitely behind that black eye and those bruises on his chest and back."
"And the rope burns on his wrists," Sam put in.
"Not to mention the whole chained up in the cave thing," Jack finished.
"I think you're getting a bit ahead of me, Colonel."
Jack sighed and let his head fall back slightly. "Tuathal invited us to a feast in our honor that evening. Daniel thought they'd be a valuable potential ally against the Goa'uld ..."
Daniel gazed around the village in wide-eyed fascination. He had spoken to Tuathal briefly before they had set out for the banquet hall at the edge of the village, and he hadn't seemed to be worried about the looks he was receiving since that time.
Jack walked beside him, one hand resting on his gun across his chest. He had noticed the change in Daniel's attitude, and it did put some of his own concern to rest. Some of it - not all of it. Jack glanced across his shoulder and saw that Carter and Teal'c were both keeping wary eyes on the large crowd that surrounded them and moved toward the banquet hall with them. Carter's right hand rested on her weapon exactly as Jack's did, and Teal'c held his staff weapon at a slight angle rather than straight up.
"Wow," Daniel breathed. Jack turned his attention back to the archeologist. "Look at this place, Jack! An actual Celtic village! This is ..."
"Fascinating?" Jack ventured with a smile.
Daniel nodded his head quickly. "Completely fascinating. Oh, look at that!"
Jack turned his head in the direction Daniel was pointing. An altar of sorts stood in the center of the village. It was circular, with three steps leading up to a wide platform that looked to be five or six feet wide. In the middle of the platform was a large post that looked to Jack to be about eight feet tall. Directly behind that platform was another of identical construction, but without the post.
Without turning back to Daniel, Jack said, "That looks like an altar, Daniel."
"It is, most likely," Daniel answered excitedly. "From the positions of the two platforms, and the post on the nearest one, it's probably a sacrificial altar of some sort. The one performing the ceremony would stand on the one without the post ..."
"Sacrifices?" Jack's smile held no humor. "This place just keeps getting better and better."
"They're a close tribe, Jack," Daniel said good-naturedly. "That's probably either reserved for their bitter enemies, or not used at all. They really don't strike me as being the type of people who would sacrifice their own."
"Well, I still don't like seeing it here, Daniel."
They had reached their destination, and began to climb the steps that led to the massive wooden doors. "Well, there's not exactly anything we can do about it, is there, Jack? It's their planet. We can't exactly demand that they take it down."
"I know that," Jack answered hotly. "I just said that I don't like it. This place gives me the creeps as it is. And things like that," Jack continued, pointing back at the altars once more, "don't make me feel any better."
"It's all right, Jack," Daniel said as they walked through the large doors and entered the banquet hall. "I'll talk to Tuathal at dinner, and I'll find out... wow!"
Jack looked around the interior of the hall, and he had to agree with Daniel's assessment of it. It was an impressive site.
Five large oak tables dominated the room, running almost the entire length of it. The table in the middle was the largest by far, and was surrounded by chairs decorated with animal hides, horns, and bones. The other four were flanked on either side by large, rough benches. Massive candle-filled chandeliers, also made of animal horns and bones, hung from the ceiling. The far wall was dominated by a stone fireplace that by itself was larger than any of the small dwellings they had passed on their way through the village.
"It looks like a page right out of Beowulf," Daniel whispered. "This is amazing."
Tuathal appeared beside them, and placed a large hand on Daniel's shoulder. "Deibhleid, you will sit with me."
"So he separated Dr. Jackson from the rest of you?"
Jack nodded. "Daniel said it was okay, that Tuathal just wanted to talk to him."
"And where were you seated?"
"At the other end of the same table."
"So, what happened at the banquet?"
Jack sighed deeply, and Teal'c began to speak. "We were seated, and the food and drink were brought out. Daniel Jackson and Tuathal were deep in conversation throughout the meal. From where we were seated, we could not hear what they were discussing ..."
Teal'c was growing more and more uneasy with the situation as the feast went on. The looks that the majority of the people in the banquet hall were directing at Daniel Jackson were becoming increasingly hostile. When Teal'c's unease had become serious enough that his felt his symbiote growing agitated, he decided to speak to O'Neill about his observations.
"O'Neill?"
"Yeah, Teal'c?" Jack's eyes were moving constantly about the room, returning every few moments to the head of the table and to Daniel.
"I agree with your earlier assessment of our hosts. However, I do not believe them to be a threat to you, Captain Carter, or myself."
"What do you mean?" Jack shifted his eyes slightly, and looked over at Teal'c across the rim of his goblet.
"I believe it to be only Daniel Jackson that they think to be edible."
Sam gaped at Teal'c's pronouncement, and Jack looked at him in confusion. After shaking his head slightly, Jack put the goblet down on the table and turned his full attention to the man on his right.
"Do you mean it's only Daniel they're looking at like he's dinner?"
"Indeed, O'Neill. Is that not what I just said?"
"Sort of," Jack answered slowly. "In so many words... I think ..." Jack shook his head again, and looked again to the head of the table. "But yeah, I noticed that too."
"What do you want us to do, sir?" Sam asked quietly. She too had noticed the strange looks Daniel was receiving from the natives, and she glanced down the table once more to find him still deep in conversation with Tuathal. The chieftain, for his part, was staring at Daniel intently with an almost feral grin.
"I really don't like the looks of this, Carter. Something just feels wrong about it," Jack answered. "Daniel doesn't seem to have noticed anything being amiss, at least not since we first got here. But I think it would probably be best if we collected our errant archeologist and headed home."
"Agreed," Teal'c said. Jack nodded at his teammates, and all three began to stand.
"Whoa!" Jack exclaimed in surprise. His vision blurred and his head spun, and he found himself landing hard in his chair. "Head rush."
He glanced to his left and saw Carter blinking her eyes rapidly, the expression on her face and the undignified way she was sprawled across her seat making it clear that she too had felt something when she'd tried to stand. Teal'c wasn't faring much better, though he had managed to land a bit straighter in his chair than either Jack or Sam had.
"Okay, this is definitely not a good sign. I think getting out of here right now just became top priority."
At that moment, Tuathal stood at the head of the table. "Oie vie, my friends!" the man bellowed. "We have feasted, and now we shall sleep. When the sun comes again, we shall honor Cocidius in all his glory, for by his grace on this day we have been granted our wish. By the Rule of Cocidius, the Glenney Folley will commence at Dawnbreak." Tuathal looked down at Daniel, and the grin returned. "We must give thanks to the visitors, for they have delivered to us this deibhleid." Tuathal looked down the table to where Jack, Sam, and Teal'c had finally managed to get to their feet, and he bowed deeply. "Bor-Shelgeyr, you have honored us deeply. We shall honor you in turn."