Chapter 4

The sound of a door opening woke him. He sat up. “Jack?” he called. When there was no answer, he looked around for something he could use as a weapon. The candlestick on the bedside table felt heavy enough to do some damage.

“Not Jack,” a voice from the other room said. "I live here." He spoke the language Daniel had been using for the last five months.

Daniel put the candlestick back on the nightstand. He walked out cautiously, his hands empty.A man stood in front of him with his arms folded loosely across his chest. His robes covered all of him, but even through the layers of cloth, Daniel could see the man was chubby.

“Are you Aer?” he asked as he spread his hands wide.

“I am,” said the man.

“I'm Daniel, Daniel Jackson. We're from Earth and we're peaceful explorers--”

Aer held up his hand. “You are a guest in my house. Welcome.”

“Thank you, Aer.” He wasn't sure of the hospitality rituals of these people but he bowed, hoping it would be the right thing.

Aer smiled and bowed back. “Daniel Jackson, welcome."

Now that they were done with the formalities, Daniel wanted information. Deciding to keep his questions about the tablet for later, he asked whether there was a temple in the village.

Aer answered, telling him that, yes, there was a temple in the village, but that most of the villagers were gone, taken away to work at the bottom of the mountain. He and Amarta and a few others were all that was left of a once bustling community. He talked rapidly. The words fell over one another until Daniel put up his hand. “Stop,” he said smiling. “You're going too fast.”

Aer grinned. He went to the cupboard and took out two cups with one hand. With his other hand he grabbed a bottle of something. He then plunked himself down on one of the chairs, plunking the cups on the table with equal force. He gestured to the other chair. “Sit, Daniel Jackson. We will talk.” He poured liquid into one of the cups and passed it to Daniel.

~::~

Jack shut the door behind him and took in the scene. Aer, eyes closed, had his face on the table and his hand around a cup. Amartha, Amarta, whatever her name was, was setting the table. She smiled at him as he came in and nodded at her father with a grin. Daniel also had a cup in his hand, but his face was red and his eyes a little glazed.

“I thought one headache a day would be enough for you,” Jack said as he took the cup from Daniel's hand. “What is this?”

“Moonshine,” Daniel said. “It makes Skaara's stuff taste like Kool-Aid.”

Jack took a sniff and backed away quickly.

“You want some?” Daniel asked, grabbing the bottle.

“I'll pass.” Jack took both the bottle and the cup and put them at the far end of the table. “One of us should be sober on this mission.”

“I'm sober,” Daniel protested. “Mostly.”

“How many did you have?”

“One,” Daniel answered firmly.

“And our friend?” Jack asked with a wave at the sleeping Aer.

Daniel thought. “More than one,” he said. “But Jack, I know where the tablet is.”

Jack moved himself out of the way of Daniel's waving hands. “Good. How did you find out?”

“Aer knows. So does Amarta. It's at the temple. It's in the scriptorium at the temple. He and Amarta are curators there.”

Amarta looked up at the mention of their names. She gestured with the pot she held, asking whether they wanted some stew.

Jack waved her over. “Give this man a lot,” Jack mimed multiple spoonfuls, “to help sop up the alcohol.”

Amarta didn't understand the words, but she knew the meaning. She smiled as she filled Daniel's bowl to the rim.

“So,” Jack said as he ate his meal, “how do we get the tablet from the temple? I don't think the locals,” he didn't say Aer's name again, “are going to like us walking away with their trinkets.”

“We don't need to walk away with it, Jack. We need to use it. There's a circle in the scriptorium just like the one in the temple at the bottom of the mountain. We hold the tablet, it activates the circle, and we're back where we started.”

“Back when we started?” Jack asked.

Daniel stopped the spoon halfway to his mouth. “I don't know,” he admitted. “I assume so. I'm not sure how time travel works so I can't say for sure, but somehow I think we take the tablet, step into the circle, and it will undo the time shift.”

“But you don't know,” Jack insisted. Daniel's spoon dropped into his bowl.

With a sigh Daniel admitted, “I don't know.”

Jack continued to eat. “I say we give it a try.” He finished the bowl and gave it back to Amarta with a “thank you.”

“Will these people help us?” Jack kept the smile pasted on his face. “Did you ask?”

“No,” Daniel said, “I didn't ask. I'm not sure what to say to them—what they'd understand. If they're the curators of the temple, they might not take it kindly if we take something out of there.”

“So we need to come up with a plan.”

~::~

The next morning Jack hid his grin in his oatmeal—or whatever it was called on this planet--as Daniel came out of the bedroom. “Hung over?” he asked innocently.

“No,” came the sharp reply. “I'm fine.”

“Sure,” Jack said. He got up and fetched Daniel a bowl of oatmeal and a large glass of water. Daniel pushed the bowl aside and drank the water greedily. About the time Daniel decided that he could eat what was in the bowl, Jack asked, “How did you find out about the tablet?” Jack scrapped along the side of his bowl getting the last of it on his spoon.

Daniel did the spoon in the air thing again, stopping it halfway before putting it in his mouth. “This tastes just like oatmeal back home,” he said. “I hate oatmeal.” He let the spoon drop in the bowl. “I asked,” he said.

“Before or after you had a drink?”

“After,” Daniel admitted.

“And he just told you?”

“We talked for a while, and then I asked about the temple. I asked about a tablet with four trees on it, and he said they had one in the temple. It’s a valued heirloom. Then he told me about how people have been taken away. They harvest this town for slaves.”

“There’s a pattern we’ve seen before,” Jack said in disgust.

Daniel gathered up the bowls and took them to the sink. He dumped them in the tub and pumped water to cover them.

“Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“I don't know how to say this,” Daniel started.

“Oh, I hate it when you start sentences like that. I just know I'm not going to like it.” Jack leaned forward.  “I'm not going to like it, am I?”

“Probably not,” Daniel said.

After a minute of tapping his fingers on the table, Jack sighed. “Okay, give it to me.”

“I think we're being set up,” he said in haste. Daniel hoped by getting the words out quickly, he could make it more believable.

“Excuse me?” Jack said. “Run that by me again.”

“I think we're being set up.” Daniel enunciated clearly this time. “I think somebody's trying to manipulate us.” Jack looked skeptical. “Think about it. Think about how easy this has been. Did we get followed by anybody from the village?”

Now it was Jack's turn to wash the dishes. He took the cloth from Daniel's hands and looked out the window. “It wasn't exactly easy climbing up a mountain,” he said.

“Granted.” Daniel said. “But it's not the hardest thing we've ever done either. And we've both made some silly mistakes.” Daniel held up a finger. “I haven't been afraid of heights in years, you'd never let somebody sneak up on us—not with all of your years of experience. Have you noticed how tired we are all the time? Did we set a watch last night when we went to bed? That's not us, Jack.”

Jack continued to look out the window. Aer's house stood away from the main village so the street outside was quiet and empty. “Do you think it's Aer?” He didn't want it to be. He liked the man; he liked the daughter. They’d been so helpful. Without them, he didn’t know they would have coped. He wanted to believe that Aer and Amarta were both on the level.

“Daniel, are you sure about this?”

“No,” Daniel said. “It's just a… a feeling.”

“How long do you think it's been going on?”

“A long time,” Daniel said. “A long time. If I'm right, it's been going on since I first found the temple. Everything was left for me to figure out: the tablet, the door, the library, all of it. All of it was too easy. Even finding out that the tablet is in the temple. It‘s been too easy.”

“We're being manipulated through time?”

Daniel shrugged.

“And the dream?” Jack asked. “What about the dream you had?”

“I'd forgotten about that,” Daniel said. “Remember, for me it's been a few months. For you it's only been a few days.”

“Months. Months? I hate this whole time travel paradox thing.” Jack rubbed the back of his neck. “Remind me when we get home to never do it again.”

“I'll do that,” Daniel said.

“And the rebellion? What about that?”

Daniel looked out the window at a village he couldn’t see. Those people had meant so much to him. He still felt bad leaving them to fight without him. He wondered what had happened, if they'd succeeded and earned themselves a new life. Maybe they’d made Rad the new mayor. Maybe Anedon had gone to look for his daughter-in-law. Maybe they’d opened the library to everyone. Maybe he’d never know. “They wouldn’t let me stay. They sent me here.”

“To get the tablet,” Jack finished. “You think that’s part of the manipulation?”

“I don’t know, Jack.” Daniel ran his fingers through his hair. “I’d hate to think so.”

Jack let it drop. They'd have to be more careful, and if Aer and Amarta were trying to use them somehow, they couldn't do much about it now. He finished washing the dishes and emptied the water out the door. Coming back to Daniel by the window, he asked, “So how do we get out of here? How are you going to activate the portal again?”

“Why are you asking me?” Daniel replied in irritation. “How should I know?”

“Because you're here,” Jack snapped back. “Because you figured it out. Because I don’t have a better idea.  Because you used to be an Ancient. I don't know. Pick one.”

Daniel straightened up. He grabbed Jack by the arm. “I'm an Ancient. I mean I'm not, but I was. That must have something to do with what happened. And you, you've got the Ancient gene. That's why it's just the two of us, why only we can activate the portal.”

“Really?”

“Maybe.” Daniel shrugged his shoulders. “I'm guessing, here. I really don't know for sure. But it makes sense.”

“So what do we do?” Jack asked. “How do we get home?”

“I don't know that either.”

~::~

“This is a bad plan,” Daniel whispered as they made their way across the empty town square. Despite the time of day, Jack and Daniel had only seen a couple of people outside. No one had come in or out of the temple.

“You got a better one?” Jack asked as they neared the temple.

“Because I don't have a better one, doesn't mean this isn't a bad plan.”

“But it's us, right, it's our plan?” Jack asked.

“What?”

“It's our plan, one that we came up with, not one that somebody's forced us to think up?”

Daniel watched the door for Aer and Amarta. They should be on their way home soon, based on their behavior over the last few days. They would have a small window of opportunity in which to act. Once Aer and Amarta realized that Jack and Daniel weren't at the cottage, they would start looking.

“How would I know, Jack, if someone's forcing us to do something?” Daniel finally answered. “Except for the fact that this is crazy—which is very us—I have no idea if we're being forced to do anything.”

“Well, we'll take what we can get.” From his position beside the temple wall, Jack waited. They waited and watched as Aer and Amarta left. “Now,” Jack said.

The temple was dark and empty as they made their way to the anteroom and the scriptorium. “Where do you think we'll find it?” Jack asked.

“Just outside the door,” Daniel answered, scanning the area in front of him. “If it's like the other temple it'll be right--” he pulled something off the wall “--here.”

“We're looking for a doorknob?” Jack asked. He led the way into the scriptorium, searching for the portal, which should be a round sparkly circle on the floor.

“A doorknob? You really know how to take the glamour out of things.” Daniel kept close behind and spoke quietly. “Have we found it?”

A voice spoke in English from beside them. “You have. As I knew you would.”

It was Aer. He must have circled back and come in through another entrance.

“You speak English?” Daniel knew the answer; he didn’t know the how.

“I do. You have taught me.”

“We taught you? We've only been here a couple of days.” Then he understood. “You read minds.”

“No,” Aer said. Then he amended, “Perhaps that would be your way of describing it.”

“And you heard us talking,” Daniel said. “You spied on us.”

“I’m afraid so,” Aer admitted. “Amarta and I needed to know who you were and what you wanted at the temple.”

Jack stepped forward, prepared to fight the man if he had to. “Look, Aer, I'm not sure what's been going on here, but it's time for us to go home. Why don't you just step aside for a few minutes and let us get out of your way?”

Aer did neither. “I want to say goodbye, and I want to thank you for what you've done.”

“What have we done?” Daniel asked.

“You started a rebellion, Daniel, one I believe will shape our future. You were the spark that lit the fire,” Aer said. “You gave us back the history we should have had.”

“Should have had? Then you have been manipulating us.” Daniel tightened his grip on the tablet. “Why are you here, Aer? If all we have to do is go back through the portal, why have you come back?”

“And don't say it's to see us off,” Jack said, “because I don't believe it.”

“No, not to see you off,” Aer said. “I'm going to destroy the portal. We should not be allowed to change the time line as we wish; the temptation is too great. I will need the tablet back.”

“Is he related to Carter,” Jack asked in an aside to Daniel, “not wanting to change the time line?” Then turning to Aer, he said, “Why don’t you wait? Let us go through the portal. If you don't see us again within a year or so, destroy it then.”

“Jack, he's already changed the time line. Don’t let him have the tablet. If we don’t use it to get through the portal, we can’t go home.”

“Come on, Aer,” Jack wheedled, backing away from him. He stayed between Daniel and the man who would take away their ride home. “Wait a while before you destroy this thing. You owe us that--or you owe Daniel that.”

“I owe Daniel much.”

“Then let us go, Aer,” Daniel pleaded. “Just give us a few minutes to try. The tablet will still be here after we go back.”

Aer smiled sadly. “I cannot wait. I will not have the courage-- The portal needs to be destroyed.” He sighed and stepped away from the circle. He looked from Daniel to Jack and back. Making a decision, he said, “You will need to go through one at a time. One of you should take the tablet and step into the circle. As you leave, the tablet will be left behind. Then the next one will take the tablet. Once I have destroyed the portal, I will send the tablet down the mountain for you to find again.”

“Aer, are you sure you want to do this?” Daniel asked. “This device is amazing. Think of all you could--”

“Aer, are you sure this will work?” Jack's question was more of a demand.

“Yes, and yes,” Aer said. “Now go--before I change my mind. We do not have much time.”

“Okay, Daniel, you first.” Jack stepped aside.

“Me first? Why me?”

“We're not going through this again,” Jack said. “I'm telling you you're going first, and you're going first.”

“Jack, there's no reason you can't go first--”

“Oh, fer cryin‘ out loud--” Jack grabbed the tablet. “Fine, I'm going first, but if you're not five seconds behind me, I'm going to kick your ass.” Before he stepped into the circle he turned to Aer. “Make sure he gets through before you do whatever it is you're going to do.”

Aer nodded. “I will.”

Jack glared at Daniel one more time and then disappeared in a shimmer. The tablet fell to the ground.

Aer picked it up and handed it to Daniel. “Your friend is waiting.”

“Will you say goodbye to Amarta for us?” Daniel asked.

“I will do that as well.” Daniel didn't move. “You want something else, Daniel?”

“I understand about the rebellion,” Daniel said. “I really do understand that part, but what I don't understand is the rest of it. Why bring us up the mountain to find the tablet, especially when you're just going to have to bring it down the mountain again.”

Aer laughed. “If I had the time, Daniel, I would tell you this tale. When you go back through the portal there will be someone else to ask. Ask then if there is time.”

“But Aer--”

“You must go quickly, Daniel. I cannot wait any longer.”

With a deep breath and a wave, Daniel stepped forward into the circle. The air around him shimmered--

--and then he was back in the scriptorium.

“Where the hell have you been?” Jack demanded.

“I was saying goodbye to Aer,” Daniel said. “I was only a few minutes--”

“Minutes? I've been standing here hours.” Jack was not happy.

“Must be that whole time warp thingy again,” Daniel said.

“Time warp--” Jack didn't finish. He just grabbed Daniel and dragged him out of the room.

“What are you doing?”

“While I was waiting for you to get your butt over here,” Jack said, “I had a look around. In case you haven't noticed, we're not back where we're supposed to be.” He corrected himself. “We're not back when we're supposed to be.”

Daniel did look. The scriptorium was deserted, and in the anteroom there were signs of a recent struggle all around them. “But Aer said the rebellion was successful. How could he have let us come back—go through all that for nothing? If it didn't work, if we're not back in our own time--”

“We're not done, yet. Now, watch.” He reached over and touched the crystals in the south wall. With a shimmer, the room changed.

~::~

Cam loved this kind of mission. He got to tag along with SG-1 to a sandy planet with nice people and good (if weird) food. It was really too bad Grogan and Kal'toc couldn't be here. But next week, he'd have them all back at the SGC. He watched as the archeological and linguistics teams moved in and out of the library—scriptorium, it was called a scriptorium. Jackson was practically beside himself with joy at the find. Supposedly, these people were distant cousins of the Ancients and the language was very close to.... He didn't know. He'd stopped listening about then.

Oops. Well, maybe things weren’t quite as happy as he thought.

“Cam, get this woman away from me!” Sam called to him. She came out of the library, grinning, with Vala two steps behind her.

Mitchell put his hand over his mouth to hide the smile.

“Samantha, I broke a nail. Cameron, I broke a nail,” Vala called. “How am I supposed to work in there?”

“Vala, I‘ve got work to do. Cam, can you please find something for her to do?”

“I thought she was helping you in the library,” Cam said.

“It’s a scriptorium, Cameron.” Vala emphasized every syllable. “Scriptorium. Weren’t you listening when Daniel gave the briefing? I, for one, was listening.”

“Are you bored, Vala?” Cam asked.

“She’s flirting with the scribes who are trying to work,” Sam said.

Vala flicked her hair back. “They’re the ones who are bored.”

Cam coughed. “Maybe we can send you to help Teal’c. He just left for the village to get something to bring back to eat.”

“That sounds like much more fun than helping Samantha.”

Yep, Cam thought as he watched both women walk away, this was the kind of mission he really liked. He wondered when Daniel and General O’Neill would be back from their meeting with the town elders?

~::~

“What just happened here?” Jack asked. “Weren't we just--”

“You were,” Armith said. “Now you are back.” He and his daughter stood in the scriptorium’s entry room. They didn’t look surprised to see Jack and Daniel.

“Back?” Daniel asked. “Back where?”

“Back when?” Jack added. “And who the hell are you?”

“We have met before, General O'Neill. I am Armith.”

“He's the elder who gave us permission to open the...” Daniel looked at him closely. “You're the person behind this. You wanted us to open the scriptorium. And you're… you're….” He pointed at the young woman, speechless. How could she be here when he'd seen her on top of the mountain—centuries ago?

“I am he,” Armith said. “I and my daughter Amarta sent you through the portal.”

“Amarta is your daughter?” Daniel asked, shocked. “But that's-- She's Aer's daughter, and that's not possible. How did she get here?”

“She is Aer's niece. Amarta was visiting when you arrived--fortunately, as it happened. She returned the tablet to the temple for you to find.”

“You're the one who sent us back in time?” Jack sputtered. “You just about blew us up!”

“No, Aer did that. He shut the portal behind you. Once you touched the stones, he sealed the doorway. We have closed it so that no one can use it again.”

“You closed it?” Daniel asked. “And Aer? Is he alright?”

“He still lives up the mountain, though the town is now deserted. He refuses to come down.”

“But that means you’re--”

“Very, very old, Daniel.” Armith laughed.

“And the rebellion? It worked? You and your people--”

“Have had a rich and wonderful history to record--thanks to you.” He bowed to them. “And now--”

“No, no, wait,” Daniel said. “I tried to ask Aer about the trip up the mountain, and he said to ask you.”

“You did?” Jack asked. “Is that why you took so damn long?”

Daniel ignored him. “Why did we have to go up the mountain to get the tablet back, Armith?”

Armith laughed again. “Because Aer made a mistake and took it with him when he moved to the temple. He was worried the rebellion wouldn’t work, and that the tablet would be used for something evil. It was why we finally destroyed the portal.”

“And us?” Jack asked. “Why us?”

“I’m afraid you were simply a happy accident, General O’Neill. It was Daniel whom we selected to restore the time line. I knew when I saw him that he was the one we needed.”

“A happy accident,” Jack muttered. “Figures.”

“But Armith, how did--”

“I’m sorry, Daniel, your friends are coming and I must have everything back in place and time. Jack, would you hold the tablet with Daniel?” He reached to take it from Amarta who held it in her hands.

“Wait, wait! Amarta, your father said that you’re behind this, too. Why you?”

“I was sure you knew, Daniel.” She stepped forward and smiled at him. “Did you know my father-in-law? I didn’t know who you were until after you’d gone or I would have thanked you then.”

Daniel gasped. “You?”

“Who is she, Daniel?” Jack asked in concern.

“She’s Anedon's daughter-in-law. I should have known.” Softly, he said, “It was your child who was killed.”

“Yes,” she said simply.

“But we could go back and fix it; we could go back again and--”

“No, Daniel.” Amarta put her hand on his arm. “No, Aer did the right thing letting you go back to the scribes. You could not have gone back far enough to save my daughter. It is not part of the village story, only part of my story.”

Daniel put his hand on top of hers. “I’m so sorry. If I had known…. I wish we could have done something.” He gripped her hand. “Anedon was my friend. He felt such guilt over the death of the little girl.”

“Aeon, her name was Aeon,” Amarta told him.

“Aeon,“ Daniel repeated softly. “I’m so sorry, Amarta.”

“As am I,” she said, “but thanks to you, it did not happen again to another child, another family.”

“Hold it,” Jack said. “If you’re hundreds of years old, how can you have a child--” Jack stumbled to a halt, aware that he was being thoughtless. “I didn’t mean--”

“My father and I are not of this world, as you have guessed. But my husband and my child were.”

“Are you Ancients?” Daniel asked.

“Are you?” Armith returned.

“Well, sort of, I mean I was once but…. My connection with the Ancients is a tenuous one at best.”

“And in that you have your answer, Daniel. Now I must insist that you both hold the tablet.” Armith placed his hand on it. “Do you remember what it says?”

“I never completed the translation but it started, ‘reveal the past, restore the future'…”

“Return to all and all,” Amarta finished. “Jack, Daniel, put your hand on the tablet.”

“Why would I want to do that?” Jack asked even as he placed his hand on the surface.

Daniel put his hand beside Jack's. He felt the warmth move up his arm as the crystals shone. The air shimmered--

--and Armith stood in front of them.

“It is beautiful, is it not?” Armith said as he pulled the tablet away from them. “It is one of our most treasured possessions, and one of the few relics of the Scribe’s Rebellion. We keep it here in this room, and few strangers have seen it.”

“It’s very beautiful,” Daniel agreed, “and worthy of study.” The light catching the stones shimmered in the morning sun, and in his brief touch, he felt the warmth of the crystals. “I don’t suppose you’d let me--”

“Hey, everybody okay in here?” Cam asked. “I was beginning to think you were lost or something, ah, begging your pardon, sir. I didn’t mean to imply that you’d get lost--”

“We’re fine, Mitchell.” Jack said. “But I think it’s about time to pack it up and head home. We came, we saw, we've got other missions waiting for us.”

“I will miss you,” Armith said. He placed the tablet back in its niche on the south wall.

“I still think it looks like a doorknob or something,” Jack told Daniel.

“Would you stop insulting our hosts?” Quickly, Daniel steered Jack to the door behind Mitchell. “Thank you, Armith, for sharing this with us, and for all your hospitality. I wish we could stay longer.” With a last longing glance at the beautiful tablet, Daniel followed Jack out of the room.

“Daniel,” Amarta called. Daniel stopped and turned around. “Thank you for coming to us.”

He frowned, thinking there was something about her should know. Despite their brief acquaintance, something about her seemed... familiar. He dismissed the feeling, knowing the others were waiting for him. “It was my pleasure, Amarta. Thank you for letting us see the temple. It's beautiful.”

Armith and his daughter bowed.

~::~

Cam came into the office to find Daniel buried in his report. “I've got a basketball game lined up with Teal'c and Siler for tomorrow.

“Good,” Daniel said, “I need a break. Have we got ten on this or twenty?”

“Twenty. Siler needs to part with his hard-earned cash,” Cam said and then waved his hand at the stack of papers taking over Daniel‘s desk. “That your report on P3N 55N? Doesn‘t it have a name, by the way? I thought we were going to give these planets names instead of numbers.”

Daniel flipped through the file folder on his desk. “It’s got a name but it took me forever to get it out of Armith. It’s name is,” Daniel turned one page and then another, “it’s name is Viatempus.”

“Catchy. What’s it mean?”

“As far as I can tell, it means travel through time or traveler through time.”

“Right,” Cam said. “So is that your report on P3N 55N?”

“I didn't get it either.” Daniel closed the folder. “And yes, that’s the report. Cam, it's the find of a lifetime. I wish I could stay and go through the library.” He ran his hand over the report like he'd been doing with the scrolls on the planet. “It's an amazing discovery.”

“You could ask General O'Neill if you can go back,” Cam suggested.

“I can't see that going over real big.” Daniel laughed. “Can you imagine it? ‘Daniel, this is a diplomatic unit--you can’t have it both ways.’ Ah, well, I'll get the reports if they find anything really amazing.” His voice was resigned and a little wistful. “Oh, and before I forget, you're invited to a barbeque at my place day after tomorrow. Bring Grogan if he's up to it.”

“And Vala?” Cam asked. “Can I bring her, too?”

“Fine, you can bring her, but she's your problem if she starts to bother Jack.”

They shared at grin at Vala's foibles before Daniel noticed something in Cam's hand. “Did you bring that for me?”

Cam pulled up the cup. “Damn. Yeah, I almost forget.” He put it on Daniel's desk. “Somebody found this on one of the cupboards in the library and thought you'd get a kick out of it. It's been cataloged, but I still have to send it right back.”

As Daniel picked it up, Cam said, “Turn it over.”

Daniel looked and then laughed. “Well, I'll be damned. That's really unusual. A potter‘s mark maybe?”

“Isn't that weird? I mean what are the odds that some scratch on the bottom of a cup would look like your initials?”

Daniel handed the cup back. “Beats me,” he said, “but unless somebody wrote it down somewhere, I guess we'll never know.”

The End

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