INT. PALACE OF THE ELDERS/DANIEL’S SUITE/BATHROOM – SUNSET
Daniel, in the suite provided him by the Elders of Nagada, is currently armpit-deep in the water of a spacious bathtub, absorbed in the task of washing himself clean of all the dirt and sweat accumulated since his arrival on this extrasolar planet. Once finished, he rises from the tub, wrapping a towel about his waist.
INT. PALACE OF THE ELDERS/DANIEL’S SUITE/BEDROOM – SUNSET
As Daniel steps into his bedroom chambers, he finds a surprise in wait for him; SEVEN NUBILE WOMEN, all naked save for the jewelled pectoral necklaces about their shoulders and skirts of translucent linen about their hips, seated in alluring poses upon his king-sized bed.
DANIEL: (shocked) …
Rising, the seven women all but glide towards him. Encircling him, kohl-lined eyes beckoning him to come hither, they take hold of his fine body and guide him to the bed.
DANIEL: (surprised) Uh, I … I ….
Six of the girls sit him down upon the mattress then gently push him down into a reclining position.
DANIEL: (cont’d) I’m – I’m very flattered, ladies – I really, really am. But –
The seventh girl then climbs atop Daniel and strips him of his towel. Straddling him, she then rips away her skirt. Captivated by her full breasts and enticing hips, Daniel feels his urge toward resistance weakening.
DANIEL: Okay, maybe we can make this work …. (shakes his head) No! No, we can’t!
Bolting upright, Daniel pushes the girl off him and brushes the others aside, leaving the bed. Still intent on helping this young Terran sow his oats, the seven go after him.
INT. PALACE OF NAGADA/HALLWAY OUTSIDE DANIEL’S SUITE – SUNSET
The young shy girl with the wavy black hair is making her way down the hall, ready to retire to her suite for the night, when Daniel emerges from his quarters, struggling to slip on his green pants with the near-naked nymphomaniacs after him. Frantic, he comes to her and stops her in the hall.
DANIEL: (turns toward the women, placing an arm around the girl) I’ve found my … uh … companion for the evening, so your services won’t be required. You can go on your way, now. I’ll be fine, just fine. (smiles)
Understanding Daniel in spite of the language barrier between them, the seven scantily-clad women depart, clearly dejected.
INT. PALACE OF THE ELDERS/DANIEL’S SUITE/LIVING ROOM – SUNSET
Guiding the girl inside, he seats her down on a sofa. Taking a chair, he places it before her and sits down, eyes intent upon her. Taking this as a command to undress, she pulls the shoulders of her white dress down, evidently uncomfortable as she moves to uncover her breasts.
DANIEL: (surprised) I’m sorry! You don’t have to do that!
Acting fast, Daniel stops her and pulls her dress back in place.
DANIEL: (cont’d) I just wanted to get them (nods toward the door) out of here. (beat) I thought maybe we could just talk for awhile.
An awkward silence reigns between them.
DANIEL: Uh … Daniel. (points to himself)
SHY GIRL: (points to herself) Daniel.
DANIEL: (shakes his head) No, I’m Daniel. (tucks pendant away inside his shirt) I’m Daniel.
Awareness dawns in the girl’s eyes.
SHY GIRL: (smiles shyly; points to herself) Sha’ure.
DANIEL: (smiles) Sha’ure ….
An idea coming to him, Daniel stands up. Placing his hand on Sha’ure’s shoulder, he gently stands her up and guides her over to a desk with sheets of paper, a reed pen, and an inkwell atop it.
DANIEL: I know we don’t share a common writing system, but I thought maybe ….
Taking the reed pen, he dips it in the inkwell. Taking one of the sheets of paper, he draws a ring.
DANIEL: We came from the stargate.
He draws nine "V"s inside the ring, representing the gate’s chevrons.
DANIEL: (cont’d) You know, stargate? Two-storey stone ring with thirty-nine little pictures engraved on it?
Sha’ure doesn’t seem to know about the stargate.
DANIEL: (sighs) It’s okay. Nevermind. It’s okay.
Turning, Daniel goes over to the door, opening it a crack and peaking out to see if the seven women are truly gone.
While his back is turned, Sha’ure takes up the pen and brings out a fresh sheet of paper; she quickly draws her own picture. Finished, she turns and walks up to Daniel, tapping him gently on the shoulder. As he turns to face her, she holds up the drawing.
There, in bold strokes of black ink, is a set of crude, not-quite-accurately-drawn Egyptian hieroglyphs.
DANIEL: (shocked) Hieroglyphs! (beat) You know these symbols? (points to his eyes then the paper) You’ve seen these symbols?
Sha’ure nods.
DANIEL: Show me. (holds out his hand) You show me.
Gingerly, Sha’ure takes Daniel’s hand.