Jack had listened, with ever growing irritation and concern, to the revelation that he and his team, along with these Faer Folk, might soon be the recipients of an unwelcome visit, from a group of slimy snakeheads. No wonder the back of his neck felt like a swarm of bees, had taken up permanent residence there! 'Crap!'

Rubbing the offending body part, he looked into the eyes of his sister of the soul, Kris; hearing her mind echo his concern, their two-way connection forging a newfound intimacy.

That she was a partner in his ability to maintain a façade of icy indifference was a source of amusement for her; his expertise filled her with wonder and yes, she admitted to him reluctantly, awe. 'Is that sixth sense of yours ever wrong, oh great and powerful Oz?' Her mind questioned ironically, emulating his usual bravado.

'You picked one hell of a time to become a smart ass! For crying out loud!' He fired back wryly. He had to give her credit, despite the grave situation they were facing; she hung on to her sense of humor. Oddly, it was almost as twisted and wicked, as his own, which somehow gave him comfort.

Maintaining his mind meld with Kris, throughout the explanations they'd been receiving, both from Oberon, here in the cave and via their psychic connection to Teal'c, had been a bit tricky. After all, he was rusty!

Surmising that it was Kris's added strength of will, which had allowed such a feat, he mentally patted her on the back.

'At least, I have the satisfaction of knowing that now that we are connected, as it were, I am not the only one feeling the pressure here! Thanks.'

'You're welcome... I think. What now?'

'O'Neill, Captain Martin, we have arrived at the entrance under the Falls...' Teal'c's mind interjected. Thumbing his radio, he informed the Major of his arrival as well.

While they had attempted to maintain a fine barrier of sorts, between their telepathically blended minds and their tenuous connection to Teal'c, some of their more intimate thoughts had, no doubt, filtered through; the loyal Jaffa was alerting them to this lapse.

'Now we stall, get more Intel, keep the Kid from putting his foot in it and hope Carter comes through with the Calvary.'

Realizing that Daniel had asked the Merlin a question and they had so not been listening, Jack and Kris quieted their minds, in order to pick up the threads of the conversation.

"... And so, we had hoped to have more time to come to know you all once more, before placing this additional burden upon you."

Viviane assured, her gaze locked hopefully with that of a similarly focused young Dean, her hands raised, palms open, in a gesture of supplication. Shifting her plea to the equally attentive Daniel, she continued.

"After all, as you have pointed out, we had already waited more than a millennia, for Taliesin's return."

"I understand, but I am still unclear as to why..." Daniel began.

"We have no time for more of this idle conversation!" An irate and tremulous voice, interrupted.

One of the Council of the Pentagram, a man whom Jack and his team had yet to meet, was becoming more agitated with every passing second. He suddenly rushed forward and grasped Jack firmly by the arm, attempting to command his immediate cooperation.

"The Evil Ones have begun to plumb the Mists! Taliesin, we demand that you honor your pledge to ArtGywr! Use your power to protect the Faer Folk now!" He raved, his face contorted in apoplectic fear and rage.

"Control yourself Garanwyn, I implore you!" Viviane pleaded gently, hoping to calm the trembling man. Demands had so far yielded little cooperation from the O'Neill nee Taliesin.

Jack was less than please with this fellow's attitude.

"Just hold it a minute. I get that you folks are afraid and frankly, I don't blame you."

Peeling the man's offensive hand off his arm, he graced him with a deceptively benign smile.

"Yet, prior to our arrival, you did basically very little to protect yourselves." Jack said silkily.

Although, he was thoroughly exasperated, it would do little good to allow his personal feelings to tip his hand at this juncture.

"Even now Taliesin, you assume our people capable of the same level of power, which only you, yourself and ArtGywr, demonstrated!" Garanwyn accused refusing to be appeased.

ArtGywr nee Spud, had listened with growing dismay. While his people had used deception effectively, they seemed to have forgotten a vital bit of information; they already possessed the upper hand. They were the Faer Folk after all, descendants of the great Aphrodite and Aeneas! Once, they had enjoyed the allegiance of the whole of Dumnonia! How dare they demand Taliesin take on their burden in this manner! Had they forgotten their pride, their heritage?

"What of Caladvwlch? You still retain possession of Caladbolg, do you not?" He asked angry and disillusioned.

Startled by the steel in the young man's tone, Garanwyn subsided briefly and turned to gape at him. Unsure now, as to which of these two recently recovered legends, he should cast his demands upon, Taliesin or ArtGywr? Was this boy, truly the reincarnation of the great Pendragon and if so, what of Taliesin's pledge to return him from the dead?

"Caladvwlch... Caladbolg? Excalibur is here?"

Daniel's excited question momentarily interrupted any further exchange between the two, as both the Councilman and Dean, turned their questioning gazes toward his.

'Caladvwlch was the Welch name and Caladbolg the Irish, for the sword Excalibur!' Daniel thought, his enraptured Archeologist persona effectively allowing him to override that of the less comfortable Medrawt.

"I am most intrigued Daniel Jackson. The legendary strength of the famous sword has long fascinated me." The deep booming voice of Teal'c, echoed throughout the Crystal Cavern, as he entered the main chamber via the passageway.

Accompanied by Tristan, he moved to stand beside O'Neill with his usual dignity, his staff weapon at the ready.

"Really Teal'c, you've never mentioned such a fascination to me?" Daniel responded.

While he knew Teal'c spent many an off-hour studying the history and cultures of Earth, the warrior's varied interests never ceased to amaze his more scholarly friend.

'Don't lay it on so thick T'!' Jack's mind cautioned the big Jaffa. 'We are stalling here, not looking for Danny boy to indulged your newfound fascination!'

Kris's lips twitched, as she struggled to suppress an amused little smirk. This newfound information highway of hers and Jack's, made her a co-conspirator of sorts, in the Jaffa's dry sense of humor; and she found she thoroughly liked this new talent of theirs.

"Indeed Daniel Jackson, I have long wondered about the sword called Excalibur." Teal'c continued.

'T'! For the love of...' Jack's mind began exasperated.

'Am I not succeeding in stalling effectively O'Neill?' T's mind whispered glibly, his face impassive as usual, revealing none of his indulgent humor.

'Daniel Jackson has been most distraught, as you are very aware, with his newfound memories, a moment of respite may restore his usual good humor.'

Oblivious to this silent discussion, Daniel sought to enlighten his friend.

"Literally, the Irish or Celtic word Caladbolg, means Hard Lightening. Supposedly the sword, known more commonly as Excalibur, took on an unearthly glow and sang when Arthur wielded it." Daniel told Teal'c, smiling, happily reverting to full-blown lecture mode.

"It only glowed and sang while in the hands of ArtGywr or Taliesin..." Tristan spoke up.

"We have tried these seven months, but have been unable to summon it forth!" Tristan continued, frustration evident in his very essence.

"None of the remaining Faer Folk have the pure bloodlines needed. It was a gift limited to those of the Myrddin! Only you ArtGywr, amongst the Faer Folk, by way of you're pure lineage, possessed the gwenhwyvar or sovereignty over Caladvwlch!" Oberon continued, his tone less caustic than that of his Son.

"Hence, we ask that you restore our ArtGywr to us Taliesin." Viviane reiterated firmly.

She was anxious to return to their original reason for this sojourn to the Crystal Cave, yet a fission of dread, had caused her to hold her council briefly. She alone had walked in the O'Neill's dreams and thus, she thought; she understood how to appeal to his Colonel persona now.

"It is clear your sense of honor has not dimmed. I have walked in your dreams. I have seen your truth. You have destroyed the Evil Ones in this lifetime as well."

"Well then, you are aware that I owe my allegiance to those whom I now serve." Jack told her, with succinct irony. "I cannot and will not, be your Taliesin."

"We understand this. That is why we must insist that ArtGywr be restored to us. Once you have removed these Evil Ones form our world, you cannot in all conscience, abandon us once more to helplessness!" Garanwyn replied smugly.

'Is it just me, or is this guy not the most obtuse individual ever?'

The intermingled minds of Jack and Kris, questioned one another irritated.

'What arrogant nerve! These people sure do take a great deal for granted!'

Jack O'Neill hated a great many things; in fact he had quite a list. At the very top of that list, was being manipulated. It made him decidedly surly.

"Watch me!" He spit out.

Realizing they had miscalculated, Oberon changed tactics.

"ArtGywr, Nimue, I appeal to you both, can you not persuade him?"

"Enough!" ArtGywr nee Spud, bellowed.

Unaware of the Colonel's strategy, he'd been the patient Corpsman long enough. This interminable debate was getting them nowhere! He wanted answers, and he wanted them now!

"Your King and Pendragon, posed a question, which none of you have deigned to answer to my satisfaction! Precisely where is Caladvwlch now?"

The entire assembly, turned to stare at the youngster as one. Vibrating with annoyance, the man who was both, ArtGywr and Spud Dean, seemed to literally grow in stature, his handsome face suffused with angry pride. And in that moment, he looked every inch a King.

'Crap!' Jack thought. 'So much for keeping the Kid from putting his foot in it!'

"My Lord, forgive an old fool." Garanwyn begged in a strangled voice as he knelt, bowing his head in respect.

"Will no one give me a direct answer? Where is Caladvwlch?" He repeated his voice no less firm, but devoid of anger.

"Placed with your shield and other armaments, at the foot of your resting place Pendragon, as Taliesin instructed." Oberon replied in a voice filled with respect.

Kneeling, the proud and dignified, former Pendragon of the Faer Folk, bowed his head in homage to his King. Looking up into the blazing eyes of his beloved ArtGywr, he then pointed to the pile of armaments surrounding the crystal coffin's resting place.

ArtGywr, shadowed by Taliesin, marched over to the dais to take a closer look, as the assembly stood respectfully back and watched.

Upon closer inspection, the ornate silver pommel of a sword embellished with Celtic knots and imbedded with an amber crystal, the size of a Robin's egg, was clearly visible.

However, it did not merely rest alongside the other battle gear.

No. It was sheathed in its silver scabbard and embedded, in the veritable solid block of crystal, in which the body of the former ArtGywr was itself encased. Effectively, the legendary sword Excalibur was once again, in the stone.

"We have been unable to draw it forth, my Lord. It waits for its true master." Oberon's voice, filled with zeal, echoed throughout the Crystal Cavern, its implication clear.

In that moment, the final pieces to the puzzle that was Taliesin's legacy, fell into place and Jack remembered everything. Kris still entwined in their shared consciousness', grasp Teal'c's arm to prevent herself from staggering under the weight of the vast amounts of knowledge, which now coalesced in their mutual brains.

Jack knew there was another way out of this cavern, a dangerous one to be sure, but one which they could employ if the need arose and he knew exactly how, Taliesin had done all the miraculous things he was reputed to have done.

***

General George Hammond was uneasy. SG-1 had yet to report. He thought he'd been very clear, as soon as they'd secured the Colonel, Major Carter and Dr. Fraiser were to make radio contact, but so far they'd heard nothing from the rescuers. It was, unfortunately, not an unusual occurrence. However, it was an indicator that he might soon be forced to make an unwelcome decision.

"Sergeant Walters encode the Gate coordinates for PX627627. Lets see if we can raise SG-1." He instructed the balding Airman, seated at the computer control panel in the observation area, above the Stargate.

Just as Walters was about to comply, the chevrons began to glow and the mechanism surrounding the Gate spun, as the coded sequence, which allowed the wormhole to engage was displayed.

"Incoming wormhole, General Sir." Walters intoned flatly.

"It's SG-1 Sir." He added, once their GDO signal had been confirmed by the computer.

"Open the iris Sergeant!" Hammond threw over his shoulder; already well on his way to the stairs leading down to the Gate Room.

After a brief interval, the iris covering the wormhole's opening dilated and the event horizon shimmered beguilingly, before the group of SF's stationed at its base, weapons at the ready.

Major Samantha Carter, assisting a limping Dr. Janet Fraiser hastily plunged through the glistening pool-like circle and down the ramp, to their waiting C.O.

"Report!" Hammond snapped. Noting that neither the rest of the rescue team or the missing Colonel had followed them, he was in no mood for pleasantries. Taking in the fact that the Doctor was leaning heavily against the Major, he summoned a medical team forward to aid her.

"With respect General, it is a long story and the Colonel may not have much time. May I suggest that additional teams be summoned, while I make my report Sir?" Sam's voice reflected only military protocol, but her blues eyes openly pleaded for understanding.

Reading between the lines, the savvy leader turned briskly aside to speak with the SF standing at his shoulder.

"Have SG-5 and SG-9, battle ready and geared up, pronto Airman!"

"Sir!" The Airman responded briefly, as he ran from the room to comply.

After ordering the rest of the contingent guarding the Gate to stand down, he returned his attention to SG-1's Second in Command.

"Now Major Carter, suppose we adjourn to my office and discuss this, while we wait for the Calvary." He said quietly, allowing his voice to be suffused, with all the Fatherly warmth he knew she currently needed.

An acute observer of his personnel he'd noted the apparent exhaustion and worry, written plainly over the pretty Major's face. He knew she'd balk if he ordered her to follow the Doctor to the infirmary for a quick once over; he didn't blame her, he'd do the same in her shoes. So he'd chosen a less conspicuous place for her to fill him in and rest briefly, while they awaited the arrival of the other teams.

Once she was ensconced in a chair in his office, he handed her a cup of rich black coffee and sitting on the edge of his desk, quietly repeated his request for a full report.

"Well Sir..." Sam began. Once she'd started, the whole amazing story seemed to tell itself.

Sam had been organizing her thoughts, as the Faer warriors assisted Janet and led them, back to the Stargate. She knew it was imperative that she relay every pertinent detail; and yet, she felt the need to edit the fantastic tale, if for no other reason, than for time constraints. The sooner they returned, the sooner she'd know about the safety of the others.

The General, allowed her to make her report without questions, at first. If, the fantastic story unfolding amazed him, he didn't show it. In fact, if someone were to hazard a glance at the two now, it would appear they were having a simple conversation, not planning a desperate rescue and a possible confrontation, with the Goa'uld.

Janet was busy organizing a team of her own. If the General thought for one minute she was staying behind, he had another thing coming! She was the last word on all things medical here at the base, and she was going back! Come hell or high water!

She'd had a Corpsman firmly ace wrap her knee, popped a couple Tylenol, stood up on the offending member and found the discomfort was tolerable. 'Shades of O'Neill!' She thought wryly, lacing up her boots.

And so, it was a feisty Chief Medical Officer who awaited the General and Major, in the Gate Room some thirty minutes later, along with SG-5 and SG-9.

General Hammond knew his people very well, too well to waste his breath arguing, with the fiery little Physician. Nodding to her and her team briefly, he wished them, "Good Luck!" as the wormhole engaged.

Watching the company move out, George wondered how many of these admirable people he might lose today. The unwelcome concept was quickly squelched, as he forced himself to lighten his dark thoughts.

His was a heavy responsibility, this being a leader and ordering others to face danger and the unknown. So, in order to keep his sanity, he made a concerted effort to view the possibilities in a more favorable light. Sighing, he squared his shoulders and returned to the business of running the SGC, wishing all the while he were a part of the rescue team instead.

***

Another leader was having a moment of similarly dark thoughts. Jack O'Neill needed to separate his team from these Faer Folk for a little powwow, before things got anymore out of hand. As he and the kid Dean, were slightly removed from the rest of the assembly, he'd start with him first.

'Teal'c, Kris, follow my lead.' He instructed them silently.

"Ah ArtGywr..." Jack began, his voice dripping with silky respect.

The deceptively reverent quality in his Commander's voice halted the younger man, just as he was about to reach out and grasp the pommel of the tantalizing sword. Turning, he caught the glint of something more than respect, in the Colonel's dark eyes.

"Might I have a private word?" Jack requested gesturing toward the opposite corner of the chamber, where they'd have some semblance of privacy.

Realizing he'd overstepped the Colonel's authority, the remnant of Spud Dean followed along compliantly as O'Neill led the way.

Teal'c, intending to distract the rest of the group, continued his surreptitious questioning of Daniel.

"Tell me more of this sword Excalibur, Daniel Jackson. Is it not true that, it was originally pulled forth from a stone?"

Daniel, catching on to the whole stealthy scenario at last, enthusiastically forwarded the question.

"Yes Oberon, Viviane, please tell us more about the sword? We've only the remnants of a myth passed down verbally to enlighten us." He asked, his expression a masterpiece of respectful sincerity.

"Or perhaps the good Garanwyn might offer us his perspective?" Kris added.

Now that he had Dean off to the side and the others were engaged in a healthy debate about the true history of the sword, Jack allowed his concern and irritation, to color his voice.

"Are you nutts? Just what are you thinking Dean?" He demanded through clenched teeth and a false smile.

"I apologize Colonel. I am a bit confused, Sir. One minute I am totally sure I am Samuel Dean, Lieutenant, U.S.A.F. and the next, I am ArtGywr, King of the Britons." Spud responded, his eyes troubled.

"I got that Kid." Jack said sadly.

"You aren't the only one wrestling with the past here. But, you are the only one endangered by it. So listen up." He added, placing a grounding hand firmly on the younger man's shoulder.

"Right Sir. What's your plan?" Spud replied. He'd known, they were walking a fine line here, but he'd been pulled under the waves of memories, finding it difficult to separate his two equally strong personas.

Amazingly, the Colonel seemed to be capable of balancing the past, as well as, the present; bowing to the man's expertise, the combined personalities of Spud and ArtGywr, would follow his lead.

Casting a glance backward, making sure the others were still occupied, Jack explained his strategy and plan.

Spud, as per Jack's instructions, maintained his Kingly attitude, at least in stance, listening attentively, nodding and smiling.

Should one of the Faer Folk; cast a curious look in their direction, Jack wanted it to look, as if the two were having a proper discussion between a loyal advisor and his King.

As Teal'c and Kris, were effectively still plugged in to Jack's mind, they were privy to the devious Colonel's plan, as well. Unfortunately, Danny boy would have to punt. Still, Jack was confident, the bright Scholar would handle himself admirably; once his scheme was engaged.

***

The return trip through the wormhole had taken only a few seconds, but it felt like hours to Sam Carter. Her team, her Colonel, was essentially hostage to these people's fears; organizing the rest of SG-1's return safely, was up to her. It was a sobering and uncomfortable position to be in. She wondered how the Colonel always made it look so easy; even made smart aleck comments, while juggling his emotions and his duty; her admiration for him grew.

Attempting radio contact with the Colonel and the remainder of SG-1, proved fruitless. Reporting their safe arrival to the General, she then had the MALP concealed.

Dividing her contingent, she ordered the twelve-man team of SG-9's Marines, under the Command of Major Pane, to do a recon of the area surrounding the Gate. If there were any Goa'uld in the vicinity, the Stargate's energy signature would attract them.

Separating the rest of her forces into two groups, she stationed five men within visual of the Gate, in order to secure it for their return. Requesting Dr. Fraiser and her team remain with them, she turned to speak with the Faer warrior, who'd remained at the Gate to act as their guide.

Janet, not wishing to openly undermine Sam's command, instructed her people to set up a makeshift field Hospital in a sheltered area near the Gate. Then, placing the new Doctor Adams in charge, she marched back to quietly talk some sense into Sam.

Sam, finishing her instructions to Major Black, of SG-5, watched her petite and feisty friend's approach, knowing she would be forced to capitulate and allow Janet to return with her for the Colonel.

"Major Carter, may I have a word please?" Janet began, in a quiet and respectful, tone.

"Ah Doctor, I wonder if you'd be kind enough, to adjust things a bit and accompany my contingent? We may need your expertise, should the Colonel have a relapse."

While Sam's voice was serious, her eyes were filled with silent amusement and empathy, despite herself.

Grateful that Sam empathized, with her urgent need to commit what amounted to insubordination, Janet graciously accepted her new orders.

"Besides," Sam whispered. "...What a fuss the hunky Tristan will make, if I leave you behind."

Janet, embarrassed by the truth of her words, blushed a furious red.

"Touché!" She muttered grimacing.

"Times a wasting, lets get this show on the road."

"To Oz!" Sam continued, her voice a fair imitation of the Colonel's sarcastic deep strains.

Lord, how she missed that man's bizarre humor! It never ceased to give her a moment of respite in a tense situation.

Janet laughingly, was thinking along the same lines and wondering if, given the sequence of events of the past few days, they'd be returning home with the irreverent hero once more.

***

It was ArtGywr, King of the Britons, who, following a short period of discussion with his loyal advisor Taliesin, turned to address his peoples' Council members.

"If I am to lead the Faer Folk once more, I must have your complete and undivided loyalty!" He told them in a tone that would brook no arguments.

Tristan had been a mere slip of a lad when ArtGywr's reign had ended all those long years ago. Yet even he, could discern that this commanding young man was indeed, their Once and Future King. Glancing briefly toward his Father Oberon for confirmation, he knelt before the resurrected ArtGywr and pledged his loyalty.

Viviane, Oberon and the two previously silent members, of the Council, also made a similar pledge. It was only the stubborn Garanwyn, who still refused to let go of the erroneous notion that the body of ArtGywr, which had been encased in crystal over the millennia, was to have been resurrected through the genius of Taliesin.

"I do not understand!"

Rushing over to stand defiantly in front of O'Neill, he continued to vent his spleen, hoping to sway the impassive wizard.

"Taliesin, you pledged to restore our ArtGywr. Yet, his body still lies before us lifeless and cold, encased in its crystal coffin. Without ArtGywr to pull forth Caladvwlch, we are doomed!" He whined, wringing his hands.

Suddenly, a look of cunning crossed the misguided man's features.

"Perhaps we have misunderstood? Restore ArtGywr to us and all the riches you see before you, shall be yours!" He promised in a grandiose manner, sweeping his arm in an exaggerated gesture toward the treasure, which lay at the foot of the coffin's dais.

'This guy is as thick as a brick!' Jack thought, mentally rolling his eyes in disgust.

'Speak to him as one would a child O'Neill, he appears to be a bit feeble minded.'

The voice of the big Jaffa, sounded no less dignified and yet sly, inside Jack's head, much as it did when spoken aloud; lightening Jack's mood, despite his nearly exhausted patience. Running his hand briefly over his ever-tingling neck, in order to organize his thoughts, he glanced at his King, silently seeking permission to field this idiot's questions.

ArtGywr, suppressing his own irritation with the Councilman's foolishness, nodded his confirmation.

"I would ask the good Garanwyn a question. What is the heart of a man?" Taliesin began sagely.

When the clueless fellow merely gaped at him, he continued.

"I put it to you that it is the soul, which is one's heart. It is the soul, which defines who we are, what we become and how we live each lifetime."

"As ever you are wise Taliesin." Viviane piped up, her voice suffused with approval.

"Was it not you Viviane and you Oberon, who in dream walking with both ArtGywr and myself, established that we are the reincarnate souls of those two, for whom you have long waited?"

"It is so!" Viviane's voice rang out with conviction.

"Then this body, which you've encased in crystal..." Taliesin uttered wryly, gesturing to the coffin resting on the dais. "...is merely a vessel. One, which is now empty and is no longer required."

Undone by the truth in Taliesin's words, Garanwyn, broken and defeated by his own lack of understanding, began to weep.

"Zeal without understanding can blind one to the truth. It is folly to refuse to entertain new concepts and ideas." ArtGywr told the weeping man, not unkindly.

"Forgive an old fool my Lord? I shall remove myself from your sight." Garanwyn whispered through his tears.

"Old friend, it is no great offense to love one's King." ArtGywr replied forgivingly.

"ArtGywr!" Garanwyn cried, kneeling and grasping the young man's hand, kissing it.

'And that folks concludes our drama for the day!' Jack's mind quipped, finding it increasingly difficult to maintain an impassive facade.

'Oh behave!' Kris's mind chortled back.

'Indeed!' Teal'c's interjected.

Daniel Jackson, stood gaping at Jack O'Neill, his eyes wide, his expression stunned. Had all that profound wisdom just come out of the sarcastic and cynical mouth, of Jack O'Neill? The man whose favorite response to all things complex was, 'What?'

Jack, catching Daniel's eye gave him a surreptitious wink.

Daniel recovering a bit covered his mouth to hide a smile. Sometimes Jack's acting abilities still came as a surprise.

Clearing his throat, Jack raised a prompting eyebrow in ArtGywr's direction.

"Now then, Oberon and Viviane, you shall remain with us. Tristan, you will lead the good Daniel Jackson back to the Womb of the Goddess and await the return of Major Carter." ArtGywr commanded, nodding in Daniel's direction.

"Garanwyn and the other members of the Council will go forth and alert the rest of the Faer Folk of my return."

"My Lord, what of Caladvwlch?" Tristan questioned.

"Should Caladvwlch be needed, either Taliesin or I, will wield it in defense of our people. I assume, we shall soon hear if these Evil Ones, have made any progress in probing the mists?"

"As we speak, my scouts should be returning." Tristan assured him.

"However, I am unable to communicate with them, while within the depths of Ty Gwydr."

"Ah! Then after you have guided Daniel Jackson to his people, you will confer with them. Return here, once you have established the extent of the danger to Avallo."

"As you wish my Lord ArtGywr." Tristan replied, his hand on his heart, head bowed in respect.

Daniel sidled along side Jack and whispered.

"Are you sure about all this Jack?" He asked his eyes searching the shuttered ones of his friend's.

Long years of experience had taught Daniel that Jack, generally revealed only as much information as he deemed necessary; and usually had a backup plan or two up his sleeve.

"Daniel, I need you to make sure Carter finds her way back here ASAP. Make sure she is fully apprised of the situation."

Jack told him reasonably, patting him on the shoulder. While his expression was benign, his eyes', staring so intently into Daniel's burned with an urgency, which belied his mild tone.

If he allowed Daniel, the irrepressibly curious and way to clever scholar to remain, both his and Kris's new found abilities might be revealed. And, while he trusted Danny with his life, he did not trust him with his secrets; a lifetime of wearing a mask was not so easily put aside. Besides, it just wouldn't be prudent; what Danny didn't know would never hurt him.

Teal'c, Jack and Kris, each expelled a silent sigh of relief, when the usually argumentative Archeologist nodded and followed the warrior Tristan without further comment.

Once Daniel and the others had left the confines of the Crystal Cave, Jack cleared his throat once more, commanding the attention of those who had remained behind.

"Now then Oberon, Viviane, Kids..." He began, raising an eyebrow towards Kris and Teal'c.

"We, Taliesin and myself, are going to give you all a little physics and chemistry lesson." ArtGywr finished.

"While knowledge is always appreciated, we have little time for such things now. Perhaps after, Caladvwlch is removed from its resting place..." Viviane responded in a patronizing tone.

Sighing, ArtGywr raised his hand in a gesture of silence.

"One of the mistakes I apparently made while leading you all was to keep too many secrets. I realize now that hoarding knowledge is akin to promoting ignorance."

"Case in point, Garanwyn." Jack added snidely.

"Indeed." Teal'c agreed.

"What Taliesin and the esteemed Teal'c are getting at is, if I had instructed you all those centuries ago, Caladvwlch would not be a mystery to you now."

"Mystery?" Oberon echoed.

Jack, unable to resist, supplied his own brand of answer, his usual form of wit pushing to the fore.

"Mystery, magic, the unknown, unexplained, kept secret, beyond understanding, conundrum, a puzzle..."

"Taliesin." ArtGywr interrupted calmly.

"Perhaps you would do us the honor of explaining the crystals?"

"Of course my liege." Jack responded in a dignified tone without missing a beat.

"Now then, there are three common states of matter; solids, liquids, or gaseous. Each consists of tiny little blocks called molecules." Gesturing with his hands, Jack attempted to embellish the explanation.

Noting Viviane's incredulous look, he added.

"You've just got to trust me on this."

"Each form of matter exists as it does because of the way theses molecules orient to one another. Much as an army positions itself for and during a battle." ArtGywr continued.

"Oh good analogy!" Jack praised him good-naturedly.

"Thank you."

"You are most welcome."

"Guys!" Kris interrupted smiling.

"Ah yes, well." Jack continued.

"Solids act the way they do because their molecules stay in one place. While liquids are just the opposite."

"The molecules in liquids move about?" Viviane asked.

"Precisely!" He replied beaming.

"But there are some substances that can exist in an odd state, which is both a solid and a liquid... Sort of a solid liquid. This state consists of molecules, which tend to maintain their orientation, like a solid, but also move around to new positions, like a liquid. Hence, they are neither a solid nor liquid, they are both."

"That is most fascinating, but what has it to do with Caladvwlch?" Oberon questioned, a puzzled look on his handsome face.

"This entire cave is made up of liquid crystals." Jack told him.

Noting the Faer man's continued look of puzzlement, which was also shared by his sister Viviane, ArtGywr approached the dais where the coffin and its imprisoned sword lay.

Grasping the sword's pommel firmly, he summoned the elements to aid him.

His hand grew warm and seemed to burn with an unusual amount of heat. Gradually, it began to glow and sparks crackled around his grasp, emitting a low-pitched hum, much like the sound of a pipe organ being tuned. Slowly, ArtGywr slid the sword free of it's silver scabbard; dislodging it from the crystal, which had embraced it for so long.

'Cool!' Kris's mind squealed.

'Sweet!' Jack's added.

Lifting Excalibur up so that they all could see, ArtGywr continued the explanation.

"The blade as you can plainly see is fashioned from the clear crystal of this cavern, the cabochon of amber crystal in the hilt, is also a product of Ty Gwydr."

As he spoke he rotated the sword, so that the last vestiges of light from above would shine on its blade, as they all feasted their eyes on the sparkling foil.

Stunned at first, Oberon could find no words to form the questions, which whirled in his mind. Finding his voice at last he queried.

"How is it then that you were able to pull the sword forth?"

"Ah Ms. Schwartz would be proud to have you in her physics class!" Jack stated proudly.

"Heat Oberon, simple heat." Pausing for effect, Jack gifted them with a momentary glimpse of his undisguised intelligence.

"Liquid crystals are very sensitive to temperature. Electric current produces heat. So, by summoning the elements, as it were, ArtGywr's unique energy signature, his electric personality if you will, produced enough heat to change the state of both the sword and the crystal coffin. Like slicing through butter!"

'One day you must share all your hidden talents with Major Carter and Daniel Jackson, O'Neill. Friends should trust one another, they will be most amazed and impressed.' Teal'c both praised and chastised him silently.

'I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you Teal'c.' Jack's mind replied sarcastically.

'Really, it is a wonder that two such intelligent people as the Major and Daniel haven't figured you out by now.' Kris's mind agreed.

'Still, the dumb Colonel act is getting a bit stale Jack.' She teased him.

'Ah but I am a simple, complex man my dear Kris, as only you may attest.'

'No way! We agreed to keep this secret and I keep my promises!' Kris telegraphed via their connection.

'As do I O'Neill.'

Throughout this silent exchange, Viviane had been visibly engaged in the act of mentally piecing together the extraordinary lesson they'd given her and that, which was already second nature to her.

"If that is so, than any of our folk who summon the elements might have done the same?" Viviane concluded awed.

Jack almost crowed with triumph! 'By George I think she has got it!' His mind screamed.

'General Hammond is not here with us O'Neill, it is only Captain Martin and myself.' Teal'c relayed mischievously.

'Now see I know you think that is highly amusing and that has me stumped!'

'Ah Jack, Viviane is waiting for an answer.' Kris, enjoying their lighthearted banter, wished they could indulge in it for hours, but she realized they'd gotten off track.

"Technically yes." Jack responded to the Merlin thoughtfully, his mask firmly in place despite his mental antics.

"As you know we no longer employ technology Taliesin." Oberon informed him gravely.

"If you wish to protect yourselves, you must allow O'Neill and the Lieutenant to instruct you in these matters." Teal'c told him firmly.

"Oberon look around you, you are surrounded by a veritable arsenal of crystals!" Jack spouted in a persuasive voice.

"Liquid crystals can conduct electricity and transmit polarized light! You have what amounts to technology all around you!"

"So, Caladvwlch or Excalibur glows, because it has the ability to change this electricity into energy and light?" Viviane was catching on.

"Exactly! And the current it produces sounds like singing!" Jack chortled. 'Well almost.' He thought.

***

Sam and her team, had traveled no more than a quarter mile beyond the Stargate, when they encountered Daniel, accompanied by Tristan and a small group of his warriors.

Greeting Tristan briefly, Sam pulled Daniel and Janet aside.

"Daniel what's going on? Where are the Colonel, Teal'c and Captain Martin, are they alright?" She questioned, failing to conceal her anxiety from her friend.

"They are all fine, if a bit confused. Jack is busy planning some sort of strategy with Oberon and Viviane." He assured her grinning widely.

"Confused? Confused how exactly?" Janet grasped on to the word, like the worried Physician she was.

"Well that is a little hard to explain Janet." He began uncomfortably, his brow wrinkled in concentration.

"Those dreams the four of us had, well they stimulated some repressed memories..."

"Or mass hallucinations!" Janet interrupted him.

"I am still not convinced that woman Viviane and her so called dream walking, hasn't influenced all of your minds somehow."

"That makes no sense Janet, given that neither you, nor Teal'c or I, for that matter, have experienced any of the same hallucinations. Remember, we had the pleasure of dream walking as well." Sam argued.

"These memories are very real..." Daniel assured them vehemently.

"Its almost as if two minds are inside our heads, two histories if you will; at times the lines between the present and the past, seem to blur. I have to admit, for a while there I was pretty spooked."

"And now?" She prompted.

"Now that I am away from that Crystal Cave, I feel more myself. The memories of Medrawt, the man I was long ago, are still there, but like those of my childhood they are beginning to fade."

"So you think this cave has some sort of influence on your mind?" Sam asked with concern.

If that was the case, then they needed to remove their people from the place as soon as possible.

"No, I'm not explaining this very well am I."

Daniel, found he was having a difficult time putting his experiences of late into words.

"Sam it's not the cave, it's the memories." He stated feeling inept.

"Look as fantastic as it seems I've lived before. I suspect we all have. Imagine what it would be like if suddenly, in a matter of mere minutes, an entire lifetime of memories just flooded your mind."

"It would be overwhelming, even devastating. Using an analogy, it would be like a huge electrical surge, one which could very well overload a circuit." Janet supplied, her voice filled with dread.

"Overloaded?" Daniel echoed thoughtfully.

"Yes, that's as good an analogy as any. Although, to be honest I think you'd have to experience it to really understand."

"No thank you." Sam replied.

"Would you say the Colonel is equally overwhelmed, by this sudden influx of past lives and memories?"

"Oddly, Jack seems to be handling this quite well. I suspect his past experiences in Special Ops has been a factor." He postulated wryly.

"Kris too, seems to be maintaining her equilibrium. It's young Spud Dean who seems to be the most influenced." Daniel added his voice filled with concern.

"Influenced how?"

"Well, he thinks he is Arthur and I suspect, he intends to remain here."

"What?" Janet demanded incredulous.

"I think he intends to stay here and rule. I think he wishes to fulfill the prophecy."

"Prophecy Daniel?" Sam echoed. Sometimes Daniel could be so vague!

"I still don't get it..."

"Arthur, The Once and Future King!"

"The hell you say!" Janet gasped.

"I doubt the Colonel would allow him to..." Sam sputtered.

"Are we talking about Jack O'Neill or Taliesin?" Daniel asked doubtfully.

"Teal'c is still with them, right?"

Noting his nod of confirmation, she sighed. Knowing she could count on the Jaffa's sense of loyalty and justice; which would prompt him to intercede if necessary.

At least she hoped so!

***

The sentinels of Avallo emerged from the edge of the forest; hurrying to informed their Pendragon's heir of the news. By employing their talents and bending the elements to their will, they had eluded both the Evil Ones, as well as, the highly skilled Travelers, who had passed them as they patrolled the area. Tristan leaned in to listen to their news and nodded, his face clouded with foreboding. Dispatching two of them to Avallo to inform the Council, he allowed three to remain by his side, while he conferred with the Major.

"Major, my people have informed me the Evil Ones are making their way to the Sacred Pool, where my Father first greeted your Pendragon." Tristan told her, as he strode over to where she, Daniel and Janet stood, his face grave.

"How far is that from here exactly? What with the mists and all, I'm afraid I lost my bearings when we left there." She told him frankly. Now that he was essentially her ally, there was no room for pretense.

"Perhaps an hour's journey. It is only a bit more to Avallo from the pool. I have sent two of my warriors forth; they will alert the Council and the Pendragon."

"I need to contact the Colonel..."

"Once my warriors have informed the Council, I am confident that both the Pendragon and Taliesin, will come forth from Ty Gwydr to engage the evil ones." He interrupted anticipating her.

"Good. Then it won't be long until we can make radio contact with Colonel O'Neill?" She reiterated, still unsure if the Colonel would be free to act of his own free will.

"I am certain of it. Perhaps he will contact you shortly." Tristan confirmed smiling. "We are not your enemies, nor do we hold Taliesin against his will."

"Oh really? Then why were we separated from the Colonel, Dr. Jackson, Captain Martin and the Lieutenant, at the cave?" Janet snorted derisively.

"My Lady must you continually doubt me, as well as my people?" He asked softly, his seamless face troubled.

"Look Tristan, you and your people's high handed ways have given me little reason to trust you." She told him firmly.

"As I explained, it was necessary." He informed her flatly. "However, I am beginning to understand it was not the correct path to friendship." He added sighing.

"Ya think?" Janet barked archly.

'Gad! I'm spending way too much time around the Colonel!' She thought.

"Enough!" Tristan uttered through clenched teeth.

"We have little time for this debate! My people and my city are in grave danger. Will you assist us or not?" He demanded turning his irritated attention to Sam.

"We will. But the subject is not closed. We will discuss this later." She responded with equal determination.

"Agreed." He nodded wearily.

Just then, Sam's radio clicked and the calm military voice of Major Pane interrupted.

"SG-1 this is SG-9, Major Pane here."

"I'm reading you Pane. What is your status?" Sam questioned smoothly.

"Bogies two clicks north of your current position, heading due west. We count six, maybe seven. Unable to make out their identity from this distance."

"Bogies?" Tristan echoed questioningly.

"Unfriendlys, your Evil Ones." Daniel informed him quietly.

Realizing that this was an opportunity to allay the mistrust, which his people had unfortunately, instilled in the Travelers, Tristan spoke up.

"Major, my scouts are also following these 'Bogies'. Perhaps it would be wise if your Major Pane and our mystic forces, collaborated in this hunt?"

Sam scrutinized the Faer Man's face, seeing only sincerity there.

"On one condition. My people are in charge, we have engaged more than our share of the Goa'uld and have the superior fire power."

"Agreed. I will send both Gales and Kadwr, to assist."

As he uttered this, two of the warriors at his side, turned and melted into the forest heading toward Pane's position.

Sam silently admired this rapid and unquestioning response to their leader's wishes.

"Pane, we are dispatching two of the Faer warriors to your position."

"Major?" Pane's questioning tone crackled over the airwaves.

Tristan reaching out his hand carefully employed his talents to key Sam's radio.

"Both of my warriors are adept in the use of the mists. You may find them a useful tool in the shielding of your forces Major Pane. I believe it would be beneficial to await them." Tristan suggested loudly, hoping to reason with him.

"That's an order Pane." Sam added, seeing the sense in this amendment to her plans.

"Will wait for these... Warriors and then proceed Ma'am." Pane's voice confirmed reluctantly.

"Copy that. Once you've rendezvoused with the Faer men, stay on the Bogies six; we are headed to the city. Contact in sixty."

"Roger that Major. SG-9 out."

Gifting Tristan, with her best inscrutable Major expression, Sam signaled her team to move out, gesturing for the Faer warrior to lead the way.

***

Esclarmonde had been gathering herbs along the base of the Tor, which Avallo rested upon, when the mists began to swirl around her feet. Understanding immediately that they had been sent forth in advance of the sentinels of Avallo, she ran up the long path to the city's summit. As she ran, she alerted all those Faer Folk she encountered and they in turn, hastened to alert others. Thus it was that, the whole of Avallo became enshrouded in deep mists, as the Faer Folk banded together sharing the strength of their talents; Esclarmonde ran on.

Jack was about to venture further into the wonderful world of physics, when Esclarmonde burst breathlessly, into the main chamber of the Crystal Cavern.

"My Lord Taliesin! The Evil Ones are nearing the city!" She gasped out, throwing herself into Jack's stunned arms.

'And the drama continues!' Kris quipped via their psychic connection. 'Methinks the fair maiden has a crush on the noble Taliesin.' She teased.

Sending a quelling look her way, Jack gently settled the young woman on a small outcropping and handed her his canteen.

"Take a sip of water, then tell us exactly what you've seen." He told her calmly.

Drinking gratefully, Esclarmonde caught her breath, and then relayed her news.

"The mists won't slow them for long O'Neill, not if they are Goa'uld." Teal'c stated knowingly.

Jack gave Dean an intense look. They'd discussed this possibility briefly, among other things, in the short interval they'd had before the whole sword in the stone thing. He hoped it had been enough time and that the Kid was a fast learner.

Spud nodding his understanding, was not about to let his hero the Colonel down; and ArtGywr, was not about to abandon his people.

"Well then we must hurry to the city. Esclarmonde, have the travelers returned?" ArtGywr spoke up.

Hearing the command in his tone, Esclarmonde accepted that ArtGywr had indeed returned in the form of this young man.

"My Lord Pendragon I do not know. I did not wait to inquire." She told him shame faced. She had let her fear lead her.

ArtGywr, surmising her thoughts, dismissed her shame.

"You did well Esclarmonde. Let us hope that Major Carter has returned with help." He intoned, as he turned to lead them all from the cave, Excalibur in hand.

"As soon as we clear the cave we'll find out." Jack spouted, mentally crossing his fingers and following closely behind.

He'd allowed his mind meld with Teal'c to lapse over the past minutes, its usefulness being in question. Yet, he still maintained a small and comforting, link to Kris.

The minute they emerged from the cavern, Oberon's band of warriors converged protectively around them and Jack thumbed his radio.

"SG-1 this is SG-1 niner, come in. Carter, you out there?"

"SG-1 niner this SG-1, Colonel are you all right?" Carter's voice sounded relived.

"Affirmative. What is your situation Carter?" Jack asked maintaining a matter of fact tone.

"We are nearing the standing stones and the pool, Sir. Tristan is leading us. Major Pane reports six to seven Bogies headed that way, he is on their six Sir."

"Copy that Major. We are on our way." Jack told her.

"With respect Sir. Just exactly who are we, Sir?" Carter's tone was also matter of fact, but her question telegraphed her concern.

Taking in the worshipful expressions the Faer Folk were directing toward the Kid, Jack exchanged a knowing look with Teal'c and raised an ironic brow.

"Besides Oberon and his merry band of men; that would be myself, Teal'c, Captain Martin and Dean or more precisely, ArtGywr Pendragon of the Faer Folk. We are just peachy by the way Carter." He informed her in his usual blunt and cynical manner.

'Do you think she picked up on that message Jack?' Kris's mind questioned.

'This is Carter we are discussing right? I think she'll get the jist of it.' He assured her.

Sam and Janet exchanged knowing looks with Daniel, who bemused, cocked his head to one side. The two wily women had indeed gotten the message and would, at least for the present, play along.

"Very good Sir. Will rendezvous at the pool ASAP. Carter out."

'Jack, just how confidant are you that Spud will stick to this plan of yours?' Kris worried.

'On a scale of one to ten? Frankly I'm more concerned about being able to pull him out of the past, when the time comes.' Jack's mind whispered to hers honestly.

'Where there is a will, there is a way.' She quipped, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

'Gad! Not a cliché!' His mind gasped in mock horror.

'Sorry... Not!"

"If anyone can do it, it's you Jack. The Kid idolizes you, ya know.' She touted him.

'I'm inspired with confidence.' He shot back dryly.

'Well don't go all misty eyed on me!' She responded mischievously, as the mists swirled around them once more.

'How can one avoid feeling a bit misty blue, when confronted by such a supportive and encouraging attitude as yours?' Jack employed his gift for wit, lampooning himself to mask his real feelings.

Understanding him fully, Kris rolled her eyes playfully, wondering if she'd ever be able top him in the sarcastic reference department?

As the mists totally engulfed them, obscuring their vision, Jack and Kris resorted to using their newly heightened senses, seeking out the energies of those around them as reference points and thereby, navigating; Teal'c following closely in their wake, trusting in O'Neill.

While this allowed them to maintain an equal pace, with the entire contingent of Oberon's people, they were, unfortunately, no longer able to distinguish the forms of Oberon and his Faer Folk, from ArtGywr nee Spud. Their energy signatures had been employed full force, in order to maintain the dense mist, resulting in a multicolored light show, of sorts. Each one's aura adding drama to their unique kaleidoscope, just as dawn's first rays, would gloriously stream through a stained glass window. Dazzling but inconvenient, as this would inhibit efforts on Jack and Kris's part, which might have separated the Kid safely, if needs be.

'Oh crap!' They both thought as one.

'They're at it again!'

Spud, still having difficulty separating his two distinct personas, found he was able to form a dense blue mist around himself, causing the sword at his side to glow softly. The amazed historian side of his psyche was having a field day! Both his parents would have gloried in all this! Missing them as he did, he realized he'd centered his affections elsewhere. Substituting the Colonel for his Da and Captain Martin, in the unlikely role of Mum. Yet, now he felt these Faer Folk were also his family and he found his sense of duty and loyalty, divided.

'Spud, you're going to need some serious couch time if you keep this up!' He thought wryly.

'Just take it one step at a time and follow the Colonel's plan. He's never failed yet, not in this lifetime or the last.'

Had Jack been privy to the Kid's thoughts, he would have been even more troubled than he was already. Walking along and letting his senses guide him, he ran through various strategies. He hoped to formulate a plan, which would be effective in getting them all safely out of this mess; and still maintain an alliance, with the Fear Folk; a plan, which would not reveal the depths of his abilities to all.

That an alliance, would be mutually beneficial was a given, each had much to offer the other. The million-dollar question was whether or not each would be willing to pay the price for such a bond?

***

As Sam, Tristan and the rest, approached the area of the Sacred Pool, she found it increasingly difficult to see through the camouflaging mist; and so tailed the Faer warrior closely. Janet had unabashedly gripped onto Daniel's right arm, letting him guide her. Daniel it seemed was having absolutely no difficulty keeping up the pace, a fact, which concerned her greatly. That and the far away, distracted, set of his features.

Daniel, caught up in his own thoughts, was unaware of having engaged the unique talents, which his unconscious mind had evidently remembered. These people had a great deal to offer. An alliance would be something he for one, would welcome. Yet he worried about the uninvited memories they'd been subjected to.

Would they, he himself, Jack, Kris and young Dean, be the same people they had been before this amazing journey into the past had begun? Or would the sudden knowledge they'd acquired change everything?

For his part, most of the memories, which had so suddenly exploded into his brain, had faded, leaving him with both a vague sense of regret and relief.

Knowing Jack as he did, he supposed he'd never know to what extent things had affected him. Getting anything out of Jack was never easy; Kris too was tightlipped. And Dean, well, the Kid was the wild card. Or was he?

Major Pane moved stealthily alongside the two able Faer warriors. Amazingly, the two had an uncanny ability to blend in with the forest and the ever-present mist, which seemed to swirl intermittently at their feet. According to his orders, he was to collaborate with these Faer Folk, but he didn't have to like it! After all, this was supposed to be a rescue mission; he'd continued to withhold his trust, at least, until he laid his own eyes on O'Neill and could see for himself that the Colonel was not a hostage!

***

A shrill birdlike whistle alerted him that he was not wandering alone, in this dense and misty forest. Hunkering down, he waited for the inevitable confrontation. Cocking his head, hoping to catch any subtle sound of movement, he allowed his noisier weapon to hang from his vest, as he gently slid his sharp and very lethal knife, from it's sheath. If he could take down the advanced guard quietly, they'd have an advantage. Steeling himself for the kill, he drew in a calming breath, tensing his muscles ready to spring.

The soft rustling of foliage and the almost inaudible crack, of a twig snapping, heralded the arrival of a camouflaged leg. Swiftly he lunged at his prey, bringing the body into his own, placing his knife filled hand at its throat, prepared to strike.

"Wait..." A strangled voice, filled with controlled terror, gasped softly in English.

'Shit!' He thought, reigning in his actions.

"Rank and team." He barked softly through clenched teeth.

"Jack... its me, Daniel! Jack!" Daniel gasped, recognizing the menacing voice.

Jack had such a tight grip around his neck; he could hardly get a breath! Slowly, Daniel felt the grip release and the seeking hands of his friend move to his shoulder, spinning him around. Then Jack pushed him down and into the undergrowth of the forest.

Pulling in a much-needed breath, Daniel looked into the feral face of Jack the warrior. Slowly, the warrior's frightening visage was replaced by the exasperated frown he knew and loved.

"Crap Daniel, I almost slit your throat!" Jack's icy whisper carried the barest hint of concern.

Normally he would have killed quickly, but something had alerted him that, this was not the prey he sought. Call it luck or his newfound heightened senses, either way, he was glad he'd hesitated and had not dispatched his friend! He was relieved, he no longer maintained his mind meld with Kris; his deadlier side was not a burden he intended for her to share.

"Lucky for you my reflexes are still intact!" He added in an ironic tone.

"As always, you are the master of the understatement Jack!" Daniel told him rubbing his bruised throat.

Recovering, Daniel took the time to gaze about them, hoping to catch a glimpse of Kris, Dean or Teal'c. It appeared, only the forest and the mists surrounded them. And he wondered why Jack was alone.

"As soon as we were within a quarter mile of the designated rendezvous, I came ahead of the others, intending to do a little recon." Jack told him, heading off the usual barrage of questions.

"Where are Carter and the rest?

"Positioning themselves around the perimeter of the Standing Stones. Ironically, I was headed your way, supposedly to intercept you and Oberon." Daniel softly informed him.

"Well you accomplished your mission, Danny boy." Jack told him with a pat and a twisted grin.

"Has anyone made a visual confirmation that it's the Goa'uld, we are dealing with?"

"Not as yet, at least not before I was sent your way Jack." Daniel told him shaking his head.

"Damn. I was hoping for more Intel."

Now that he had his killer instinct back under control, Jack slid his handy knife back into its sheath in one fluid motion.

"The unfortunate thing about these mists, the Faer Folk send out is that they also detract from our ability to get a visual, until we are within closer range." Daniel supplied blandly, trying to block the image of his friend's expert and seemingly matter of fact, dismissal of his near mishap.

"Ya think?" Jack snapped caustically.

Thumbing his radio, he sought to make contact with Carter.

"SG-1 this is SG-1 niner..."

"Colonel, Sir..." Carter's whisper responded promptly.

"Report!" He whispered tersely.

"We are surrounding the Stones and the Sacred Pool Sir. Still maneuvering for a visual. The Bogies have apparently found our original campsite. Daniel is headed your way..."

"Oh, Danny boy found me." Jack interrupted mildly.

"Good to hear Sir, then he can fill you in. Looking forward to your joining us Colonel."

"Roger that. SG-1 niner out."

Jack took a moment to appreciate the irony in the fact that, this drama was about to be played out, in the very place where it had all begun; at the pool which had almost taken his life. Arching a questioning brow at the usually talkative Archeologist, Jack waited for the full story.

Daniel, once again lost in thought, failed to respond until Jack reached out and poked him.

"Are you with me Daniel?"

"Oh Sorry Jack. I'm still a bit preoccupied." He responded apologetically.

Jack just continued to stare at him, both brows raised in a gesture of mock patience.

"Right. Well, the Faer warriors made a visual and they still maintain it is the Evil Ones... The description of their gear is rather... Nondescript." Daniel began, quirking his own brow.

"No apparent Jaffa insignias emblazoned on the forehead or the usual armor, either."

"That is a bit odd. Doesn't sound like the usual slimy snakehead accoutrements." Jack muttered thoughtfully, his neck tingling a warning.

"O.K. Lets move Danny. You can tell me the rest as we go."

"Where are we...?

"Going? Why, to Oz." Jack quipped acidly.

"Why do I bother?" Daniel muttered to himself.

"Actually, I thought we'd better head Oberon off, before he interrupts Carter's party plans." Jack added lightly, ignoring Daniel's chagrin.

Sam's contingent was in position. They had rendezvoused with Major Pane, just a mile short of the Sacred Pool and along with Tristan and his Faer warriors, had devised a plan to surround the enemy, hopefully taking them by surprise. The campsite had evidently proven to be a stumbling block, to the unknown intruder's investigation of the mists, a fact, which could prove beneficial to her plans. Until they confirmed the identity and firepower of these Bogies, it was essential they proceed with caution.

Now, with her forces literally surrounding the intruder's position, they had a distinct advantage and her trap was ready to be sprung. Wondering if she should wait for the Colonel, Sam caught sight of movement. Someone was moving into her area and it wasn't one of her team or the Faer Folk. Using her field glass, she took her first good look, at these so-called Evil Ones, barely containing a gasp of stunned surprise.

Tristan, kneeling near her, noted her subtle body language. Moving closer to her side, he whispered.

"Major, is this Evil One known to you?"

"He is and he is far from evil!" She whispered back vehemently.

"Stay put!"

Using hand signals to inform her immediate team of her actions, she circled around the position of her surprise guest.

Amazingly, she was able to move up behind him undetected, or so she thought. As she came within a few feet, her guest spun on her, weapon at the ready.

"Dad!" She whispered raising her hands.

"Sammy, what in the heck? What are you doing here?" Jacob Carter hissed softly.

"Catching myself an Evil One." She informed him wryly.

"The hell you say...?"

"Dad there isn't much time to explain right now. Are you here on a covert mission?" Sam interrupted him urgently.

If he were here in his usual capacity as a spy, on a mission against the Goa'uld, it was imperative that they maintain his cover.

"No. I'm here with a small band of Tok'ra, we've been surveying this planet."

"Surveying?"

"Yes, we're an advanced task force, preparing to make this one of our outposts."

"Nothing more?" Sam asked sensing he was keeping something from her.

"Look Sam, what is this all about? A few days ago, this supposedly uninhabited planet, suddenly showed signs of habitation, so a few of us set out to explore. We just found your camp. You didn't do a very good job of cleaning up after yourselves." He told her smiling.

"I assume I am surrounded? Where is Jack?" Jacob added ironically, realizing he'd walked right into their trap.

"It is a very long and complicated story, Dad." Sam responded briefly, thumbing her radio.

"This is Major Carter, all units stand down, repeat stand down. These Bogies are Tok'ra." She ordered shaking her head; things just got crazier by the minute!

Sam's radio crackled once more, as Colonel O'Neill's voice promptly filled the airwaves.

"Excuse me?" He intoned silkily.

"Sir, it's the Tok'ra, not the Goa'uld." She responded.

"Anyone we know?"' He returned without missing a beat. Nothing surprised him anymore.

"Yes Sir..." Sam began, hoping her voice sounded as military as she intended.

"Oh please, let me guess. Its Dad, right?"

Leaning in to Sam's radio, Jacob greeted him.

"Missed ya Jack."

"Same here old friend. What's shaking?" Jack shot back easily.

"Maybe we should get together and discuss it, what do you say?" Jacob replied in the same tone.

"Sounds good, meet you at the Sacred Pool. Oh and Jacob, we are not alone."

"Understood." Jacob uttered absently, taking in the vast numbers of SGC personnel and native warriors, melting out of the misty forest around him.

"I've got a feeling, this is going to be some explanation Jack." He continued ironically.

Jack ended the conversation and shut down his radio, returning his attention to Daniel's stunned face.

"Danny close your mouth, you look like a fish out of water and you might catch a fly." He smarted off.

Daniel glared at Jack snapping his mouth shut.

Jack ignored him as ArtGywr, Oberon and his Faer Folk, shadowed by Kris and Teal'c, gathered around him; the mists dissipated, twilight deepened, casting them in its haze.

"ArtGywr assures me that these Tok'ra, while carriers of another, are not evil." Oberon informed Jack, clearly troubled.

"I do not fully understand, but I trust in my Pendragon's wisdom."

"I do not always clearly understand it myself Oberon." Jack answered honestly.

Daniel, seizing the pause in Jack's response, jumped in.

"The Tok'ra are an offshoot of the Goa'uld. For thousands of years, they have opposed the cruel domination of those whom you refer to as the Evil Ones. They are our allies." He told the man earnestly.

"Look, this is shaping up to be a long and drawn out explanation. I suggest, we adjourn to the Sacred Pool and clear all this up." Jack continued smoothly, sending a glance the Kid's way.

"Taliesin is right. Let us continue on to the Sacred Pool and confront these allies." ArtGywr piped up firmly. Lifting Excalibur as his standard, he led them confidently onward.

***

As they traveled through the lengthening shadows of dusk, Kris eased once again into Jack's mind. Seeking the comfort of their newfound connection and was seared by his hidden anguish.

'What happened?' She questioned him.

'Nothing to speak of.' He hedged.

Even in the depths of his mind, Jack sought to keep her at a distance from his dark side.

'I know something happened which upset you. Share it with me, let me in.'

'There are places in my mind, in my world, where no one else should go.' Jack's mind whispered ominously.

'Why? You are not the only one with secrets, nor are they as dark as you think.'

Jack hesitated unsure. Despite all that their minds had shared, he still found he was afraid to trust her fully not to be repelled by his other side. He'd known only gentle understanding and friendship from her, yet still he hesitated.

'You know Jack; you are your own harshest critic. You set such a high and lofty standard for yourself that I wonder if perhaps, you've forgotten you are only human?' Kris's mind whispered sadly.

'Now that memories serve, Taliesin had the same affliction. After almost two thousand years, don't you think it may be time to cut yourself some slack?' She added wryly.

'I almost killed Danny!' He admitted, his shame and self-loathing, a palpable thing.

'Almost only counts in horse shoes Jack.'

Kris's ironic use of a cliché brought his turbulent emotions up short. Clearly she wasn't appalled, nor was she surprised.

Sharing his thoughts, she noted his incredulity and continued.

'Look I may be a medical type, but I am also military. I already knew what much of your job entailed. And what I did not know flooded my mind, along with the amazing recollections of Taliesin and Nimue. You think you are beyond redemption?'

She demanded, pausing to let the question sink in.

'I am here to tell you what a wonder you are Jack O'Neill. There are very few people who'd wear the mask of self-depreciation you wear, in order to do the job you do. For someone who is way smarter than anyone will ever suspect, you are incredibly ignorant of your own worth!' She fumed.

Deeply touched, Jack's mind smiled, glowing incandescently with her acceptance and friendship.

'So, despite the fact that I am ignorant and clueless, I guess this means you still like me a little?' He teased archly, relaxing.

'Ya think?' Kris quipped Jack-like.

'I think you are spending way too much time around a certain wiseacre named O'Neill.' Jack informed her relieved.

'Really? And here I was hoping that this was just the beginning of a long and mutually enjoyable friendship!'

Appreciating the lighthearted banter, Jack merely basked in her approval.

It was full dark, by the time all the parties who had been converging on the Standing Stones and its Sacred Pool, met. Now that the Faer Folk had forsaken the use of the mists, a full and blue tinged moon was visible above the white stones and their pool. It's light added a bit of surrealism, to the sight of so many warriors of several nations, grouped around the relatively small, glimmering puddle of water.

Despite the fact, he was technically not one of the leaders here, Daniel in his familiar role of diplomat, initiated the introductions. While those who did lead, were given preferential seating on the ground, their packs or stones. Clearly confused, by the Travelers ready acceptance, of those they had perceived as Evil Ones, Oberon spoke up.

"Pendragon, you were going to explain why it is that these people..." He began, indicating Jacob Carter and the six other Tok'ra near him.

"...Can be possessed of another and yet, are not evil." Oberon continued with disbelief.

"Perhaps your Pendragon would allow me?" Jacob asked deferentially.

Once they had returned to the stones and were awaiting the Colonel, Sam had filled Jacob and his Tok'ra, in on all that she knew.

Oberon looked to his Pendragon for a response. Without missing a beat, ArtGywr nee Spud gave it.

If this caught Jacob unaware, he did not let it show, promptly launching into a full explanation of his current history with the Tok'ra, as well as, his past amongst the people of Earth. In addition, he explained the Tok'ra presence on this planet more fully.

"So you would have us believe that you have welcomed the presence of... This parasite Selmak, within you freely." Tristan scoffed.

Bowing his head slightly, Jacob gave over the control of their body to Selmak. As the entity of Selmak came forth and Jacob's eyes glowed with golden light, the Faer Folk raised their weapons, taking a defensive stance. Jack threw a glance Dean's way, but the Kid was already opening his mouth to speak.

"This is a peaceful gathering! No blood will be spilled today! Allow Selmak to speak!" ArtGywr commanded loudly.

As the Faer Folk lowered their weapons cautiously, Selmak's deep echoing voice addressed them.

"Ours is a symbiotic relationship. While it is one of necessity, it is also a mutual alliance, a co-existence of equals, which we each benefit from." Selmak told him unperturbed.

"Let us say for now that, we accept this alliance of yours. There still remains the question of the Tok'ra presence, here on in our homeland? Our sentinels reported that you had only the barest of shelters erected. If as you say, your people were surveying, planning an outpost or colony here, this would seem an odd fact. " Oberon questioned suspiciously.

"As is our custom, we have begun a series of underground installations, beneath those structures above ground. We apologize, but we were unaware that this place was inhabited. Had we known of your existence, we would have bypassed this planet entirely." He assured them sincerely.

"Would you have?" Viviane asked, still unsure that this creature was truthful.

"You will have to take my word on it. When we began our tunnels, we came across vast deposits of crystals. Many of which we have found are useful in our technologies." Jacob told her honestly, his persona once again pushing to the fore.

"Clearly an outpost is no longer an option. However, might I propose a trade agreement?" He inquired.

Oberon, with Viviane by his side, was at first amazed by the man Jacob's tale; the sincerity of his words rang true. Now that they had begun to understand the value of the crystals so common to this place, he realized what a commodity they could be. If ArtGywr did not remain among them, as he hoped he would, it would fall to him to decide if they made an alliance with these Tok'ra or the Travelers.

The tale also gave Viviane, an idea as to how they might accomplish their one true goal.

Jack, a keen observer of people, despite his usual mask of bored density, read her like a book. The same idea had in fact popped into his head, upon hearing old Jacob Carter's voice. It would be a solution to several problems facing them. However, it was not a choice someone with his sense of honor and ethics, would or could make. It was up to the Kid and ultimately, General Hammond and the powers that be.

Kris, still connected to Jack, found she agreed with his assessment of the situation. Yet, the symmetry of such a solution still troubled her greatly. She'd become increasingly attached to the Kid and she knew Jack had too.

Spud Dean and his alter ego ArtGywr, were also happily coming to a similar conclusion; if possible the proposal he had in mind, could satisfy his need for loyalty to both his peoples. Still, Spud wasn't sure he could persuade all the parties involved, to willingly accept the compromise, which he intended to suggest; his argument would have to be very convincing.

He'd begin by attempting to persuade the one person, whose opinion was for him, foremost, Colonel Jack O'Neill nee Taliesin.

Catching both Taliesin and Oberon's eye, ArtGywr gestured for them to move slightly away from the others. Once they'd put some distance between the trio and the rest of the assembly, ArtGywr addressed the two loyal men.

"The hour grows late and many are tired. I suggest we offer the Travelers and the Tok'ra, the hospitality of the Faer Folk. Tomorrow after rest and consideration, we may discuss things further." He told them sagely, maintaining the attitude of a King.

"Your words are wise ArtGywr." Oberon responded quickly.

"I shall send the sentinels forth, to make the necessary arrangements."

"Good. Why don't you extend our invitation to the Tok'ra? I would like a private word with Taliesin." ArtGywr instructed.

As soon as Oberon had returned to the assembly to make a formal request, Spud leaned in to whisper to the Colonel.

"Sir, I think I've come up with a possible solution to all this that, will make everyone happy."

Jack, his gaze intent, remained thoughtful for a moment, pleased that the Kid seemed able to keep the two personas in his head separate. Still, now was not the time for this discussion. They both needed to think this through very carefully.

"I think I follow. I also think we need time, rest and perspective, before we discuss anything further.' He said firmly.

"Sir with respect..." Spud began.

"It is good to know you still respect me Spud."

The irony of their current situation wasn't lost on him.

"Now obey me. The four of us will talk it over in the morning, just you, ArtGywr, Taliesin and me, before we discuss it with anyone else. Agreed?" Jack said with a twisted grin.

"Yes Sir, Colonel Sir." Spud Dean returned promptly.

"Good, now go on, be their Pendragon for now." Jack said patting him on the shoulder.

***

It was a long and sleepless night for both Jack and Spud. Kris, privy to all Jack's musing was also kept awake. In the end they each reached the same conclusion.

Morning found Jack huddled in a small room with the Kid, engaged in earnest conversation. After looking at every side to the problem, they finally reached an agreement. Deciding that they would first put it to General Hammond, and then to the Faer Folk, they left the city quietly, using their new talents to maintain stealth and find the Stargate on their own. Leaving Kris behind, to fill in Major Carter and Oberon, as to just where they had gone.

General Hammond was none to keen on the outrageous proposal, which the Colonel and the young Lieutenant, laid out for him several hours later.

"Have you both taken leave of your senses? We don't know enough about these people!" He exploded.

"Sir with respect, I think both the Colonel and I, are the most qualified to make that decision given the circumstances. We've given this very careful thought. It is the best case scenario Sir." Spud responded earnestly.

"He is right General. And I think you know it." Jack agreed in a reasonable tone.

He totally understood the General's reservations. Hell he had them himself. At the same time, he knew this was a "win/win" solution; and the only one, truly available to them, if they wished to continue a relationship with the Faer Folk.

"The crystals on that planet could represent a true advantage in the advancement of our defense technologies. With the memories of ArtGywr and the Faer Folks' cooperation, we have a chance to employ said technology, in our defense against the Goa'uld." Jack added flatly.

George knew that they were right. He also felt that it was somehow very wrong; but he knew what his superiors would say. Capitulating, he picked up the red phone in his office and pressed the button marked President.

***

Five hours after they'd left, Colonel Jack O'Neill and Lieutenant Dean, along with two of the SGC's diplomatic members, returned through the Stargate to find Teal'c and Tristan, waiting to escort them to the Council for a meeting.

By end of the day the representative of Earth, the Tok'ra and the Faer Folk, had all reached an agreement.

The Tok'ra would remove their outpost and establish diplomatic ties, with the Folk of Avallo.

Colonel Jack O'Neill and his team, minus one, would return to Earth. Leaving the two Diplomats behind to continue the negotiations with the Faer Folk and their Pendragon, ArtGywr.

Spud Dean would take his place as The Once And Future King, give up his commission as a Lieutenant in the Air Force and take up his new one, as Ambassador Dean of Earth.

***

The following morning the three teams of the SGC prepared to take their leave of the Faer Folk. Having already made their goodbyes to the Council and ArtGywr, they stood at the threshold of the Stargate.

Major Pane ushered his team through, followed by SG-5 and most of the medical team, leaving the Doctor and SG-1 behind.

Tristan made one last plea, proposing that the fair Janet remain behind and be his lady. He'd spent much of the past day and all of this morning, presenting her with the many reasons; he would be a good companion for her. Janet, having forgiven him his transgression of erotic dream walking, never the less, resisted his charms. She had a duty and a daughter to think of. However, romance was a heady distraction.

"Perhaps, when ArtGywr travels to the SGC and Earth, for diplomatic reasons, you might escort him Tristan. I will gladly give you the grand tour." She told him, allowing a hint of promise to infuse her voice.

"I will make sure of it Lady Janet." He assured her warmly.

While it was not what he had hoped for, it was at least a start.

Daniel, for his part was for once, glad to leave a new people behind. The many memories of the man Medrawt continued to fade and he was grateful. It was hard enough as it was, to be Daniel Jackson, man of many talents.

Sam Carter, grateful for the opportunity to spend even a brief interval of peace with her Father Jacob, was likewise relieved. Maybe now things, the Colonel for one, could return to normal.

Teal'c pondered how all the newfound knowledge they'd acquired, would affect his teammates and Captain Martin. However as usual, he kept his own council, looking forward to the future's unveiling.

Viviane drew Taliesin and Nimue aside to make one last plea that they remain.

"I implore you one last time, to take up the mantle of Taliesin and along with your Sister, stay here with those who have waited for your return, for so long."

A part of Jack, the remnant of the man he'd once been, longed to agree and stay here, in this place where he'd be free to be his true self. His present reality of duty and responsibility stood in his way. As did, his long practice of wearing the mask and striving to fulfill a pledge he'd made long ago. He'd shared these thoughts with Kris, one last time. They'd both agreed on many things. Foremost on their list, was that the past, would stay here and they, would return to their present.

Kris, unable to leave Jack, her friend and newfound brother of the soul, would go home with him; unsure of the impact all their new knowledge would have on their lives; what they shared was too precious for her to give up now. Besides, he needed her.

"We are appreciate your offer, but we cannot." Jack told Viviane kindly.

Smiling sadly, the Merlin rose up on her toes, kissing him softly on the lips, and then turning to Kris, kissed her on both cheeks.

"Good bye my dear friends. I will continue to miss you."

Jack and Kris, bid goodbye to their past; shouldering the weight of the present, they returned, home through the Stargate along with Janet and the rest of SG-1.

FINI...

At least for the present.

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