I don't like rain. My glasses get misty and my hair goes in my eyes.
I can't see anything. And now is a rather inopportune time to be wet. I
squint, trying to make out the runes on the cavern wall through the small
amount of light. It seems to be rather old: stringy dark brown vines cover
some of the markings; reddish leaves half-coving something I believe means
fury… or something like that. The message seems to be explaining some sort
of a flood. The-
"Anything interesting?"
"Well, uh…" What was I saying? Right. "There seems to be a…"
Must remember Jack doesn't understand Egyptian much. You know, these
signs resemble hieroglyphs. "resemblance to" The cave is near an ancient
riverbed, like the group we encountered recently on Seltha'at. Their writing
seems rather close, and there was a legend about some people disappearing
through their gate. "To some, ah" Hm, which civilization on Earth? Ah, yes.
"Mesopotamian-like civilization we encountered a while back." Now, as I
was doing earlier. Where was I? Ka'yel? Hm, that was the god. Which glyph
was that? Mm, right.
"Why do you do that?"
Wha? "Do what?" I really should talk to Jack about distracting people
while they work.
"You always trail off halfway through saying something, like you
don't know what you're talking about. You should have more confidence."
"Sure." I'd ask, but I doubt it's very important. Besides… "I need
to" 'At sunrise the fury of Ka'yel had descended upon us. Water spilled from
the river in stormy billows and we cannot-' "finish translating this?" 'cannot
escape to rejoin the others.'
"…I'm going to go see what Sam and Teal'c are up to."
'This shall be our wat'ry tomb.'