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Authors: Susannah Parker Sinard
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HALL OF THE TWO
TRUTHS
Susannah Parker Sinard
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For Mom and Dad
See you on the other side.
Historian’s note:
This novel is set after the episode ‘Red Sky’, the fifth episode of STARGATE SG-1, season five.
You have not departed dead; you have departed alive.
— Egyptian Pyramid Text, Spell 213
ANTICIPATION was not a sensation to which she was much accustomed. When one had lived for millennia, little remained in the universe which inspired the heart to quicken its pace — or so NebtHet had believed. Certainly she had not expected this peculiar feeling of restlessness or this inability to remain still. The whole experience was quite novel — right down to the nervous knot in the very pit of her stomach.
Well, not
her
stomach, technically, although she and Eshe had been blended for so long it was nearly impossible to remember existing as two separate beings. Unlike the Goa’uld, who disgustingly suppressed their hosts, or the Tok’ra, who insisted that each maintain their individual identities, the Djedu shared complete and perfect communion with their
akana
— their vessels. Two minds merging. Two organic bodies becoming as one. Eshe was as much within her as she was within Eshe.
So really it
was
her stomach which tensed expectantly at each sound that echoed in the great hall, just as they were her legs which restlessly paced before the chaapa’ai, waiting for the first groan of the ring which would bring this insufferable wait to an end. Although if all went as she hoped — as she had so carefully planned — it really would not be an end but a beginning. And it was that thought which made her hearts beat faster than they had for a very long time.
NebtHet nodded absently to others who passed through the hall. She had shared this with no one, yet. It was too soon. If Aset returned with disappointing news, the others would be none the wiser. Too many had already accepted defeat. To raise what remained of their hope and then destroy it would be the final blow.
The lowering sun through the high windows cast the chaapa’ai’s great round shadow at her feet. The Djedu had brought many items through the great ring over the centuries — a treasure-trove of technology from races long extinct. Not one had brought them the knowledge they sought. Still, they might yet have some usefulness. She would know only when Aset returned.