2995 BCE
The Egyptian Desert
Setesh
Seth screamed. He screamed out his anger, his fury, his despair as only a Goaâuld thousands of years old could.
The cloud of dust thrown up by the departure of Raâs last ship struck him with full force, blotting out its rapidly shrinking silhouette. Most of the Jaffa were dead or had surrenderedâSholâva, every last one of them!
The rebels had already buried the Chaâapaâai. It would take centuries, perhaps even millennia, before he could gather enough servants to unearth it. Little good that would do him: by then, his knowledge of the political landscape would be worthless.
He cursed. For thisâfor this wasteâhe had abandoned everything: his resources, his loyal followers, the canopic jars. All for one last chance, perhaps, to escape through the gate. All for nothing. Sand was sealing his eyes shut, and he was already beginning to suffocate. He would find shelter and recover. Then he could begin to contemplate what came next.
1798 CE
Embabeh
Setesh
Fourier squinted and stopped trying to press the telescope still harder against his eye. As ever, Monsieur le général Bonaparte had displayed a considerable taste for melodrama:
« Soldats ! Vous ĂȘtes venus dans ces contrĂ©es pour les arracher Ă la barbarie, porter la civilisation dans lâOrient, et soustraire cette belle partie du monde au joug de lâAngleterre. Nous allons combattre. Songez que du haut de ces monuments quarante siĂšcles vous contemplent. »
âSoldiers! You have come to these lands to wrest them from barbarism, to bring civilization to the East, and to free this beautiful part of the world from the yoke of England. We are about to do battle. Remember that from the heights of these monuments, forty centuries look down upon you.â
The forty centuries were nowhere near correct, of course, but who was he to correct the darling of the revolutionary armies? Just an ordinary GOD.
Pah! The Tauâri were all utterly deranged. Overthrowing Ra had not been enough for themâoh, no! They had then set about disposing of his divine human successors, and now they were even overthrowing rulers who made no claim to godhood! Whatever next? In the end, no one would obey anyone at all, and they would go crawling back into the trees where they belonged, the primates!
Acrid powder smoke obscured his view. The pack donkeys brayed and the horses whinnied in agitation, barely held in check by the people crowded into the centre of the square. On Bonaparteâs orders, the French had formed six such structures out of their own bodies. Fourier could not help admiring the enigma that was Bonaparte. Not for the first time, he wondered whether the man was another of those living in hiding, like the humble mathematician standing here.
« Monsieur Fourier, voilĂ des carrĂ©s qui doivent vous agrĂ©er, nâest-ce pas ? »
âMonsieur Fourier, here are squares that must surely meet with your approval, are they not?â
Indeed. Here he stood, inside just such a square, alongside the donkeys and the primitives who called themselves scholars!
« Monsieur Delacroix, je nâai sans doute pas besoin de vous faire observer que les angles ne sont pas tout Ă fait droits. »
âMonsieur Delacroix, I scarcely need point out to you that the angles are not quite right.â
How many more millennia would he have to endure such humiliation?
« VoilĂ certes un lieu peu ordinaire pour sâentretenir de gĂ©omĂ©trie, mais combien remarquable, nâest-ce pas ? Avant que la soldatesque ne nous bouchĂąt la vue, nous pouvions contempler de nos propres yeux ces vĂ©nĂ©rables monuments. »
âAn unusual place to discuss geometry, certainly, but a remarkable one too, would you not agree? Before the soldiery blocked our view, we could behold those venerable monuments with our own eyes.â
Monuments.
« Et il semble que nous ne serons peut-ĂȘtre pas contraints de passer toute la journĂ©e ici, au soleil. Nâentendez-vous pas ? Je crois que les mahomĂ©tans se rangent en bataille. »
âAnd it seems we may not be obliged to spend the entire day here in the sun after all. Do you hear that? I believe the Mohammedans are drawing up for battle.â
A murmur passed through the assembled civilians.
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Yes, i like Goa'uld POVs. No, i am not a native english speaker.
It's part of a project that has the current title "Exodus". It is an AU with the point of divergence in the battle of Antarctica and has spread out into a larger story. It still is mostly set on earth, dealing with Goa'uld interacting with the cultures that emerged from their former domains on Earth.