The crowd fell silent at the revelation of the Lady. Even the birds seemed to have abandoned the forest. For several long seconds, no one spoke.
Then the silence broke.
Uneasy murmurs rippled through the dissidents as they looked from one to another. Who was this woman? What was a Goa’uld? And what did she want with them?
Helena never took her eyes off the woman standing atop the stone. To look away now might be taken for fear, and Helena would not give her that satisfaction.
Danu. The name meant little to her. That concerned Helena more than she cared to admit. Whoever this woman was, she possessed Goa’uld technology, had deceived these young people into believing she was the Blessed Virgin, and apparently knew enough about Eversham to exploit its wounds. That was more than enough to make her dangerous.