Anything he might have said was forgotten when she produced from beneath the ugly folds of her 1922 designer dress, the gold cuff that had once belonged to Whipple Van Buren, Howard Lovecraft's grandfather. “That I had an over-active imagination? Or that I was perhaps a tad, you know, loony-tunes?” Vala still didn't fully understand the cultural significance of 'loony-tunes' but like so many other such references that Cam had used over the years, she'd added it to her lexicon.Īpparently Howard didn't understand the cultural reference, either, because he looked at her rather oddly. “Those stories you told me about the Egyptian gods. The second chevron locked into place, and Howard, curiosity outweighing fear, inched forward again. Certainly it had absolutely nothing to do with age. Not that she would never actually admit it to anyone, of course, but there was a remote possibility that fourteen years on this miserable little planet may have slightly impacted her reaction time-from lack of practice, of course. While she had no compunction in stealing a 'gate-capable death glider, bribing the locals on the planet where they were headed should be a considerably faster and much less complicated way of accessing the ship, for all concerned. At least he'd had the common sense to let her bring some portable assets-gold and jewels, and the like-with them.
To him it was, and always had been, simply a means to an end. Having gone to all the trouble of becoming fabulously wealthy, it didn't seem right to just leave it behind.Ĭam viewed their wealth far differently to Vala. It just irked her in principal, that's all. She and Cam had argued about how much of their wealth Cam had given away to get them here this night, although, in the end, provided it was currency they couldn't use off-world, she didn't see the harm in it. The lure of wealth beyond their wildest dreams was a potent motivator. I'll double the pay of every man here, all right?” If this was their reaction to a little amber glow, the unstable vortex would give them a collective heart attack. We told you this would happen, remember?” But in fact, this could indeed be a problem. “Mafi mushkillah” Vala called reassuringly to the diggers. Howard and the weedy, rat-faced secretary also stumbled backward and gasped. The first chevron locked into place-which promptly sent most of the diggers scurrying backward. Ignoring the argument between Carnarvon's pompous little secretary and Carter, Vala watched Cam connect the power to the 'gate, then order the men to rotate the ring. After a few anxious moments, it fell to the ground the last foot or so, hitting the sand with a resounding thud that reverberated through their feet. On Cam's signal, the Stargate was eased backward.
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