To say Jack would have been unhappy to find the anthropologist sitting by his sick bed, having blown off talks with the tribal leaders, would be putting it mildly. The ensuing explosion would have made Hiroshima look like Fourth of July sparklers. Right now Daniel was willing to risk it, however, not knowing what was wrong with Jack upsetting him might worsen the condition.

"Is chieftain O'Neill feeling better?" Meelay questioned, concern in his voice.

"I'm sure he'll be fine in no time at all. Thank you for sending Shelaya to help him."

"Bannock wonders if the illness that has stricken O'Neill may harm our people."

"I don't think you have to worry about that." He assured them quickly. "I believe the illness is caused by old injuries...suffered in a long ago war."

"The people of your world fight among themselves?" Bannock pressed for an advantage.

"Just as the people of Apakia once fought a war among the tribes." Choosing his words carefully, Daniel addressed the shaman. Intuition told him that if Bannock had any leverage with Meelay, there would be no alliance. He seemed to be doing everything possible to turn the chief against SG-1. "My world has many tribes and sometimes one will try to conquer a tribe they think is smaller or weaker or just because their leader is greedy and wants what belongs to others. This may lead to a war but more often then not the leaders of other tribes will step in and make peace."

"Daniel I sense your thoughts are with your chieftain." Meelay's smile was kind. "You have given me much to consider. I will call a gathering. Any further questions can wait until then."

"I thank you Great Meelay. I would like to be with O'Neill." He bowed his head in respect, beginning to rise to his feet.

"I wish to learn more of these evil ones the Tau'ri call Goa'ulds."

Daniel's head jerked up at Bannock's words. He had called them Tau'ri. Tau'ri, the word the Goa'ulds had given the people of the first world.

"I have spoken with the spirit Na-air-tay. She tells me these Tau'ri are weak and wish to destroy the Goa'uld only because they are fearful."

"It can wait until the gathering." The chieftain's words brooked no further argument. "Go be with your friend Daniel."

With the chief's dismissal, Daniel made his way back to their tent, his thoughts confused even further.