This is the final installment in a three-part
series that began with
A Nation's Pride and
Too Much To Ask. If you haven't already read the first two
parts, you might want to do so. My apologies to those who have been
waiting ever so patiently for this final installment. Life got a
little hectic during and after the holidays. Thank you for tagging
along for the ride.
After defeating yet another army and setting
the gods straight, Xena and Gabrielle now face their most difficult
challenge yet-and one that will rock the very foundation of
everything they hold dear. Not only must they save the Amazon
Nation and set them on a path to a brighter future, but our
heroines must find a way to keep the past from swallowing them
whole.
***
Disclaimers and other stuff: XWP and its
characters belong to MCA/Universal. I didn't create them and am
just borrowing them for a little side trip through an alternate
Xenaverse. This storyline is mine, however. Please don't reproduce
it or send it somewhere else without permission. Thank
you.
Adult content: This story explores loving
relationships between women. There's nothing terribly graphic. If
you are under 18 or this type of story is illegal where you live or
you don't like reading this kind of thing, fly, fly away and best
wishes for a happy, prosperous life. Maybe you'll come back again
when the world as we know it becomes more tolerant-or you turn
18.
Violent content: Yes, there is graphic
violence in this story. If you read the last one, same type of
thing here. I'm also of the notion that the world needs an
occasional swift kick in the butt from time to time.
Note: If you haven't yet read
A Nation's Pride or
Too Much To Ask, you'll probably want to read those first
before you delve into this one any further. I managed to throw our
two heroes for a little loop after some events in Season 3 and
they're not…um…in Kansas anymore. J
Feedback is much appreciated and will be read
and responded to if sent to sgkctl1985@yahoo.com.
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Chapter 1
It was a gorgeous, sunny day with not a single
cloud in the sky. The sounds of battle rang through the air, along
with the first sweet songs of the few birds that were willing to
brave the early spring chill in order to make their presence
known.
"Watch…Ugh! That's gonna leave a mark!"
Ephiny slapped a hand over her eyes and shook her head in
consternation. Her fingers parted slightly and hazel eyes peeked
through them. "You okay?!?" She called in the general direction of
the two combatants.
"Peachy!" The shorter of the two answered with
a playful smirk.
"I was talking to Eponin!" Ephiny called from
her place in the shade of an oak tree that bordered the Amazon
practice field. She lowered her hand from her eyes and crossed her
arms over her chest. "Amazons," she muttered.
It was spring and the air was thick with the
scent of new growth. Wildflowers lined the edges of the practice
field and let off their fragrant scent, filling the air with a
sweet aroma that chased away the last vestiges of winter's hold on
the earth. Green shoots of new grass were sprouting everywhere,
thanks to several spring rain showers that had fallen over the last
half-moon.
The regent shaded her eyes from the bright
sunlight streaming through the leaves and branches above her. It
was the first sunny day in a while and everyone was out on the
field, taking advantage of the beautiful weather. Everyone, that
is, except the twenty pregnant Amazon warriors who were
convalescing in the warm sunshine of the village center.
It had been a long, quiet winter for the
Amazons. They had enjoyed the stories told by their queen and many
had benefitted from Xena's expertise. But no one was happier to
have Gabrielle and Xena there than Ephiny. With the queen in
residence, Ephiny was able to step away from her usual double
duties as acting-queen and regent. She enjoyed the winter for the
first time in…Well, since Gabrielle had assumed the queen's
mask after Melosa's death.
Ephiny turned to the taller woman next to her.
Xena was dressed in a modified version of her normal leather
outfit. Rather than the skirted dark leather ensemble, the warrior
wore a doeskin sleeveless tunic and long pants that were
intricately embroidered with thousands of tiny colored beads. The
outfit had been a solstice gift from Gabrielle, who had
requisitioned several of the village seamstresses to create
something that would still allow Xena to wear her armor over it.
Although it was sunny out, the early spring chill still clung to
the air. Even Ephiny still wore her winter leathers, rather than
the summer ones she preferred during the rest of the
year.
Ephiny noticed that Xena was holding in a
chuckle, as light blue eyes took in the two combatants on the
practice field. The regent returned her attention to the pair. Even
from this distance she could see they were sweating from their
exertions.
"Laugh it up, Xena," the regent shot the
warrior a sidelong glance. "Just wait 'til she's skilled enough to
take you on with that practice sword."
Xena gave the regent a wry smirk. "Not gonna
happen anytime soon, Eph."
"Oh, yeah?" Ephiny turned to face the taller
woman with her hands on her leather-clad hips. "You really think
she won't surpass even your skills in a few moons'
time?"
Xena shook her head. "Gabrielle's skills are
improving exponentially, but she still has a lot to learn about
sword fighting."
"You wanna make a wager on that?" Ephiny
smirked. "I give her a moon before she's kicking your butt around
that field. I certainly don't envy Eponin these sessions." She
glanced at the two combatants and winced when Gabrielle managed to
duck the weapons master's guard and land another blow to her
exposed midsection. "Believe me. I've seen the bruises
first-hand."
Xena glanced at the two women facing off
against each other. Gabrielle was certainly a fast learner and had
far surpassed even her expectations in the six moons since they had
decided to remain with the Amazons. It had been a relatively quiet
time for both of them. They had explored their burgeoning
relationship in ways that surprised even Xena. And Gabrielle had
stubbornly taken up sword fighting in deference to her sudden
violent revulsion to wielding the weapon in the wake of what Ares
did to her.
***
It happened during the Thesmophoria-the
festival to Demeter the Amazons used to kick off their first Market
Day. Salmoneus was there to offer his expertise, as were more than
half the available men from the surrounding villages. Gabrielle
volunteered to start the festival off by taking up the queen's
sword and raising it high overhead. She began the speech with a few
words of welcome to the guests invited to share in the festivities.
Unfortunately, she'd barely gotten the sword over her head when a
violent wave of nausea hit her. She'd barely managed to turn aside
in time to lose her entire midday meal to one side of the raised
dais.
Xena remembered the moment as clearly as
if it had happened just yesterday. Gabrielle was beyond embarrassed
at her stomach's sudden and violent rebellion, but shrugged it off
with as much aplomb as she could muster. The bard quickly handed
the sword off to Ephiny, who took it with a concerned glare meant
to communicate a silent question to her queen. Gabrielle merely
shrugged and resumed her speech without further incident. She
didn't touch the sword again and suffered no lasting effects after
that-at least that anyone could tell.
It wasn't until the bard happened to pick
up Xena's sword, in order to move it from one side of their shared
hut to the other, that another bout of nausea hit her. When
Gabrielle mentioned the second incident to Xena, the warrior put
two-and-two together and did her own little
experiment.
They were on the practice field during one
of their daily sparring sessions, when Xena suggested they try
their hand at swords. Gabrielle agreed and they each chose a
well-worn, dull-edged practice sword. The instant Gabrielle held
hers in front of her Xena noticed a sudden change come over the
bard. The change was so unexpected, in fact, that Xena barely
recognized her partner in that moment.
The bard turned three shades of green,
dropped the sword and ran to the nearest tree, where she proceeded
to rid herself of the rather large morning meal she had consumed
just a candlemark before. Xena consoled her partner and stood by
until the bout subsided, then explained to Gabrielle her theory.
Gabrielle finally admitted that she was still dealing with the
guilt over killing all those men during the night Ares had visited
her in the guise of Xena.
***
It took four moons and a great deal of
patience on both their parts for Gabrielle to finally overcome the
sudden unexplainable bouts of nausea that came over her every time
she picked up a sword. Gabrielle had even suggested they seek
advice from Aphrodite on the subject. But Xena adamantly refused to
call on any of the gods. They argued about it for a full week,
until Gabrielle finally conceded the point and they let the matter
drop.
Xena still remembered the look in the bard's
eye when Gabrielle had tried to convince Xena that the Goddess of
Love had always been on their side, even when the other gods were
against them. But Xena didn't want to involve any of the
gods-especially not after what happened to Gabrielle when Ares used
his powers on her. Those moments were still so vividly etched in
the warrior's memory that she couldn't bring herself to trust even
the seemingly-benign Love Goddess.
"Hey, you two," Gabrielle's voice brought Xena
out of her reverie. "How'd I do?" She looked expectantly up at
Xena, as the warrior handed her a cloth to wipe the sweat from her
face. "Did I pass muster this time around?"
"You're still dropping your right shoulder,"
Xena answered with a gentle smile. "Same shoulder you used to drop
when you were sparring with the staff."
Gabrielle frowned. "You'd think I'd learn not
to do that anymore." She wiped her face and then wrapped the cloth
around her neck.
"You sure kicked my butt," Eponin added with a
wry smirk. "Not that I'm complainin' or anything, yer maj. It's a
real honor to have you beat the crap out of me every morning." She
took the cloth Ephiny handed her and shot the regent a raised-brow
smirk. "What? Don't you think so, Eph?"
"I think you're nuts," Ephiny shook her head
with a tolerant smirk. "And now you have the honor of joining the
youngsters and trying to save face with them, while you teach them
how not to drop your guard against Xena, here."
Eponin glanced at the smirking warrior. "Uh,
yeah," her bravado faltered. "Guess I forgot about that little
detail, eh, Xena?" She moved to the warrior's side and punched
Xena's shoulder. "You ready to kick my butt, too?"
Xena glanced at Gabrielle, who nodded her
acquiescence. "Don't worry, Pon, I'll try to go easy on ya." She
shot Gabrielle a conspiratorial wink, as she steered the reluctant
weapons master toward the far side of the practice field, where a
group of young Amazons were doing some warm up exercises. "See ya
back at the hut," she called over her shoulder.
"Definitely," Gabrielle said, as she put a
companionable arm around the regent's shoulders and steered her
toward the village. "Time to do some queen stuff, I
suppose."
"Try to sound a bit more enthusiastic about
it, will ya?" Ephiny shot Gabrielle a teasing grin. "It's not like
you get to do this while you and Xena traipse around the
countryside, righting wrongs and doing the hero
thing."
"Oh, I am beyond excited, let me tell ya,"
Gabrielle snorted. "It's my life's dream to spend candlemarks of my
day arguing with a bunch of post-menopausal…"
"They're our elders, My Queen," Ephiny quickly
injected before the bard could say more. "You'd do well to remember
that little detail when Ignesia gets on her high horse and starts
riling them up into a feeding frenzy against you. She's getting
more vocal these days, by the way. You should do something about it
or she'll walk all over you and take the mask from you out of
spite."
"Believe me when I tell you I know how to
respect my elders just as much as the next person, but…"
Gabrielle shot the regent a warning glare. "Those women can't hold
a candle to some of the people or immortals I've had to deal with
during my travels with Xena. Ignesia is nothing more than a pesky
gnat in the face of what we've gone through with Athena-or even
Artemis." She scowled at the thought of those two goddesses. "Ugh,
Artemis is a real piece of work. Her temper matches that red hair
of hers perfectly."
Ephiny eyed the woman with a measure of
reluctant respect. She'd never heard the bard talk about the gods
with such disrespect before. She was a little surprised that
Gabrielle mentioned them at all, especially since neither Gabrielle
nor Xena seemed inclined to talk about the Olympian deities. As a
matter of fact, it seemed to be a taboo subject ever since the two
had decided to remain with the Amazons through the long
winter.
"Please don't discount Ignesia's influence
with the elders, Gabrielle," Ephiny warned. "The woman may be
nothing more than a gnat to you, but she's managed to gain a strong
foothold with the village council. She wields a lot of power and
influence with those women, which goes a long way to elevating her
in their eyes. If it continues, there's no telling what she might
do. And if there's one thing I've learned about Ignesia, it's that
once she gets her teeth into something, she doesn't let go until
she's chewed it up good or gnawed it right off
completely."
"Nice visual, Eph," Gabrielle shot the regent
a sidelong glance. "You make her sound like a rabid mama badger
protecting her young."
Ephiny smirked and shrugged. "If the leathers
fit…"
Gabrielle set her shoulders confidently. "I'm
not afraid of Ignesia or her feather-headed cohorts. She's just
another fly in the ointment, as far as I'm
concerned."
"And the ointment is…?" Ephiny asked, as
they approached the porch of the queen's hut and
stopped.
"Did those messages go out to the twelve
tribes?" Gabrielle turned to face the Amazon.
Ephiny crossed her arms over her chest.
"Yep."
"Good," the bard nodded. "Any responses,
yet?"
"Four so far. They said they'll be sending
contingents by the next new moon," Ephiny answered. "Three are
unsure if such a meeting is worth their time. And we have yet to
hear from the farthest reaches."
"That's not all of them," Gabrielle eyed her
curiously. "Which ones are we missing?"
"The northern tribes," Ephiny replied. "They
refuse to come, no matter who we say we are or why we've requested
their presence."
"We didn't request their presence," Gabrielle
countered. "I invited them to come for a gathering of the tribes.
It's time we all share our stories and our collective heritage. We
need to appoint scholars to record the tribal information. It's
sorely lacking, in my opinion. We need a central library of Amazon
lore, traditions, ceremonies and rituals, and stories for future
generations. I'd like our tribe to be the one to build
it."
"Riiiight," Ephiny shifted uncomfortably.
"There's more, but…"
"Spill it, Eph," Gabrielle said
firmly.
She watched her friend and noted that the
regent no longer made eye contact with her. That usually meant
there was something the woman was too uncomfortable to say.
Gabrielle waited patiently for Ephiny to continue, carefully
watching for signs that she wouldn't.
"They say they won't set foot on the land
where their greatest enemy resides," Ephiny finally said. "The only
way they will come here is with an army of warriors. And only then
it will be to wage war against us."
"War?" Gabrielle couldn't believe her ears.
"What in the world did we ever do to deserve such a
response?"
"Not we," Ephiny looked away
uncomfortably.
"Who, then?" Gabrielle prodded.
Ephiny glanced away, before her gaze returned
to a pair of curious green eyes watching her intently.
"Xena."
Gabrielle thought about that for a moment,
until it finally dawned on her. "Oh, yeah. I forgot about
that."
Now it was the regent's turn to be confused.
"Forgot about what?"
Gabrielle sighed, as she climbed the steps to
the porch to escape the growing heat of the day. "I'll tell you
about it after I change into something a little more comfortable."
She stopped at the door and turned to face the regent. "Meet me in
the war hut in a candlemark. I'll tell you what I
know."
"All right," the regent agreed with a slight
nod. "I'm not exactly sure what's going on,
Gabrielle."
"It'll all be clear once you hear what I have
to say," Gabrielle said, as she ducked inside the hut that she
shared with Xena.
The place had a much homier feel than it did
when they'd first arrived all those moons ago. Now, rather than
just a few sparse pieces of furniture, there was actually a table
with four chairs, a desk with her writing materials scattered on
top of it, an intricately carved trunk at the end of the bed, two
rocking chairs by the fireplace and a black bear rug on the floor
between them.
Several colorful weavings hung on the walls,
including Gabrielle's favorite-a landscape scene in which two
figures are sitting beneath the shade of a tree near a bright blue
stream. It was her favorite because Charila had given it to her and
Xena as a token of her appreciation for the part they'd played in
rescuing her from the slavers.
Gabrielle remembered the young woman's proud
smile when she'd presented her queen with the gift. It was the same
day several other artisans had arrived to redecorate the queen's
hut. The women had worked from sunup till dusk, cleaning,
rearranging and hanging things to make the place homier and more
welcoming. Over the long winter months, Xena had worked on an
addition to the one-room hut and eventually completed a small
bathing room next to the stone fireplace.
When asked why she had decided to build the
small room, Xena merely shrugged and said the queen should have her
own private bathing room. Truth be told, Xena and Gabrielle had
both become tired of sharing the communal bathing area at the far
end of the village.
The room was small, but cozy. There was a
beaded opening just off the main room that afforded a certain
measure of privacy, as well as a single window high up on an
outside wall that allowed light in and kept prying eyes out. Xena
had opened the fireplace up enough to allow water to be heated
right inside the bathing room, so it didn't need to be carried far.
The spacious tub was built out of sturdy hardwood that had been
cut, cured and sealed to prevent leaks.
A slatted floor was built a step above the
main floor and allowed any spillover to drain onto the ground
below. Xena had also dug a trench outside in order to allow them to
just pull a plug in the tub and drain it easily. The trench
extended behind the hut and carried the water away into the forest
beyond. It was quite an ingenious setup and the envy of everyone in
the village.
The privacy factor alone was enough to have
Ephiny begging for a chance to use the bathing room almost the
instant it was complete. After breaking the room in
themselves-which they did with more enthusiasm than either would
freely admit-Xena and Gabrielle had finally given in to the
regent's incessant pleas and allowed her to use the private bath.
But the queen drew the line at allowing anyone else into their
private domain.
Gabrielle surveyed the interior of the hut
with a grateful sigh, as she quickly divested herself of her winter
leathers and stood in only a thin cotton shift. She knew her
morning workout with Eponin had caused her to sweat profusely in
the heavier leather garb that she tossed over the back of a chair.
The weapons master was becoming more aggressive with their sparring
sessions, as she realized Gabrielle's skills were improving daily.
The thought put a proud smile on the woman's lips as she crossed
the room to the bathing room.
The bard lifted the lid on the trunk at the
foot of the bed and rifled around inside for her summer top and
skirt. She'd seen Xena pack those away with the warrior's dark
leathers when the chill of winter finally had them donning their
winter wear. Gabrielle lifted the dark leathers out of the trunk
and set them aside, then dug further down in the trunk. She came
upon a cloth-wrapped bundle and lifted it out curiously.
The bundle was tied with a leather thong that
Gabrielle quickly untied. She briefly eyed the bundle before
unwrapping it to reveal a pair of strange daggers. Tossing the
cloth back into the trunk, Gabrielle held the twin daggers up in
her hands. They seemed to fit her hands perfectly, as if they had
been made for her. She twirled them with expert precision, amazed
that she never once cut herself on the razor-sharp blades. The
blades moved in a blur, as she continued to spar against an
imaginary opponent.
The blades became extensions of her arms, as
Gabrielle moved around the room with practiced ease. She imagined
that one rocking chair was an attacker with a sword raised to
strike. She spun around and released the blade from her right hand,
letting it fly into her opponent's midsection. The blade found its
mark in the carved back of the rocking chair, where it stuck
fast.
Gabrielle stared in amazement and then glanced
at the other blade in her hand. She instinctively spun around and
let the other blade fly with an overhand toss. The blade embedded
deeply in the door behind her with a satisfying thunk.
Gabrielle put her hands on her hips and smirked in satisfaction.
She would have to ask Xena about the twin weapons, but then she
thought better of it. She had no idea why the warrior had hidden
them away in the bottom of the trunk or if they were even meant for
her.
She quickly pulled the blade from the door and
examined the deep mar in the wood, before she walked over to the
rocking chair and did the same with its twin. She frowned at the
gash the weapon had made in the carved back and hoped Xena didn't
notice. Putting all thoughts of the weapons from her mind,
Gabrielle quickly wrapped them in the cloth and retied the leather
thong to her satisfaction. She shoved the bundle back into the
trunk, found her summer clothes and replaced Xena's leathers, as
she shut the trunk lid.
She parted the hanging beads and padded into
the small room on bare feet. She smirked and was not a bit
surprised to see steam still rising from the water in the tub. Xena
made it a habit to ready the tub before they headed to the practice
field each morning. Her need to wash off the morning grit in a hot
bath was becoming so ingrained in her daily routine that Gabrielle
often wondered what she would do when they returned to life on the
road. Bathing in an ice cold stream or sponging off with water that
had been left out all night was becoming less and less appealing to
her.
The bard quickly divested herself of the last
remaining piece of clothing, which she carelessly tossed into a
corner of the room. She then climbed the three wooden steps that
Xena had made especially for her and eased into the still-hot
water.
"Ungh," Gabrielle exhaled loudly as the hot
water enveloped her and the steam penetrated every pore.
Aching muscles quickly relaxed, as she sat
down on a hidden bench that Xena had also added in deference to her
partner's shorter stature. Of course, they both enjoyed just
sitting next to each other on those occasions where they shared a
bath together. The bench only took up one side of the oblong tub
that was large enough for Xena to stretch out comfortably. The
bottom of the tub also sloped for better drainage and to allow one
to lay flat.
Gabrielle knew she didn't have much time to
waste and quickly grabbed a cake of soap from a small shelf built
into the wall. She sniffed the soap and savored the aroma of
sandalwood, pine, palm oil, with a hint of orange and olive oil,
all infused into a cake the size of her hand. Without further ado,
she ducked underwater and immediately came back up. She rubbed the
soap into a good lather on her short-cropped hair and dropped the
cake back onto the shelf.
Gabrielle had considered letting her hair grow
out again during those long, lazy winter months. The harsh northern
wind was sometimes cold on her exposed ears, but she had merely
shrugged off the idea and donned a fur-lined hat, instead. She'd
grown quite used to not having to deal with long hair and was glad
to just keep the short, wash-and-wear style that Xena had
inadvertently given her when she'd been so deathly ill all those
moons ago.
She remembered waking up and feeling so light,
so free. And then she'd lifted a hand to her hair and discovered
the reason for the strange feeling. The look in Xena's eyes was
priceless and was forever burned into her memory. The warrior had
had such an abashed look of expectancy that almost made the bard
laugh aloud. She hadn't laughed. She had, however, asked what
happened to her hair.
Gabrielle dunked her head underwater again to
rinse the soap away and came up again when she felt the water shift
unexpectedly around her. She wiped the water from her eyes and
opened them in time to find herself in the arms of said
warrior.
"Xena?" The bard exclaimed in surprise. "What
on earth…"
A smirk played at the corners of the warrior's
soft lips, as she closed the distance between them. She silenced
the bard's protests with a lingering kiss that carried all the love
she felt in her heart for the woman. When Xena pulled back slightly
and gazed into green eyes glazed with passion, she
smiled.
"Thought you could use a royal back scrubber,"
the warrior suddenly traded positions with the bard and sat down on
the bench with Gabrielle seated on her lap.
Gabrielle turned and smirked up into laughing
blue eyes.
"You're such a charmer, Xena," the bard said.
"It's one of the many things I love about you."
"Hm," Xena leaned forward for another kiss.
"Wanna clue me in on some of the others?"
Gabrielle thoughtfully considered the question
for a moment. A playful gleam in sea-green eyes was the only
indication that she was playing with the warrior.
"Let's see," the bard tapped a wet finger
against her chin. "There's this," she leaned forward and placed a
gentle kiss against Xena's jawline. "And this," her lips trailed
over to an earlobe. "And definitely this…right here," she
flicked her tongue against the warrior's pulse point and smiled at
the indrawn breath.
"Okaaaaaay," Xena managed to utter as she felt
her pulse quicken.
Gabrielle wrapped her arms around the woman
and let her hands explore the submerged body, while her lips tested
and tasted the warrior's damp skin above the water line. Her
explorations continued until Xena couldn't stand another moment. In
one swift motion, the warrior lifted Gabrielle from the water and
carried her to their bed.
They continued the shared the intimacy that
only they knew with each other. Hands and lips explored, while
bodies melded in a dance of love that soon had them both
breathless. They came together in mutual passion, until they both
plunged headlong into pure bliss. Their cries of release rang
through the hut and joined the morning birdsong in an unending
chorus. And then the world slowly came back into focus, as they
rode the last vestiges of their passions back to
reality.
"That was…" Gabrielle panted
breathlessly, as she tried valiantly to catch her
breath.
"Fun," Xena finished for her, as she pushed a
wet lock of hair out of the bard's eyes.
Xena propped herself up on an elbow and stared
down into her lover's glazed eyes. They were breathing heavily from
their exertions and it took several moments longer for them to
recover enough to speak.
"Fun?" Gabrielle quirked a brow. "That
was…fun?"
"I love you?" Xena tried to salvage the
situation, as she watched irritation flare in Gabrielle's eyes. "I
really do love you, Gabrielle. You're my soul's mate, my love and
partner for life."
The brow hiked higher into the bard's
hairline. "You just went from charming to passionate to completely
clueless to poetic in the space of a few heartbeats,
Xena."
"I still love you," Xena continued with an
innocent smirk, as she brushed the bard's cheek with a finger.
"That's gotta count for something." Then her expression turned
thoughtful. "Passionate?"
Gabrielle snorted. "What I was trying to say
is that it was incredible, mind-blowing, fantastic!"
Xena shrugged. "It was good."
"Just…good?" Gabrielle's expression
fell.
"Well," Xena continued, "it wasn't…you
know…" she shrugged. "Let's just say, I could have done much
better. I shoulda gave you…um…We could
have…It's…" Her face scrunched as she tried to find the
right words.
"You're not a performing monkey, Xena,"
Gabrielle deadpanned. "Besides, lovemaking isn't a competition.
It's not about trying to outdo each other. It's about sharing a
part of ourselves because we want to show…because I
want to show you how much you mean to me." She stroked the
warrior's cheek. "I want you to know how much you-and this-means to
me."
"Okaaaay," Xena conceded. "I guess that makes
sense, because that's how I feel, too."
Gabrielle rested her chin on the warrior's
chest. "Besides, I don't really have anything else to compare this
with. Except maybe our other…um…well, you know." A
blush suddenly suffused her cheeks. "Those other times
were…well, good, but…"
"I know," Xena blew out another breath. "I
think we're actually getting better at it."
"Do you think starting in the water had
anything to do with it?" Gabrielle cocked her head to one side and
glanced at the doorway to their bathing room.
"Not sure," Xena replied, as she absently ran
lazy fingers up and down the bard's spine.
Gabrielle smirked, as she lifted her head
enough to place a gentle, exploratory kiss on the warrior's lips.
The kiss deepened until they were both eager and aroused again.
"You wanna…?" Xena looked expectantly at
the bard when she finally pulled away.
"I kinda promised Eph I'd meet her at the war
hut," Gabrielle's expression mirrored the warrior's instant
disappointment. "I'm sorry, Xena. I didn't know you were going to
show up and…"
"Yeah," Xena said. "Got it."
Gabrielle shifted positions until she was on
top of the larger woman. It was a new position for them and one
that she wasn't hesitant to explore further. She felt a rush of
warmth wash over her, as she gazed into expectant blue
eyes.
"Are you sure about this?" Xena shot the bard
a questioning look. "Not that I'm complaining or anything, but I
don't think Ephiny will appreciate finding us in this
rather…um….compromising position. And I don't think
getting dressed is an option right now."
Gabrielle planted another kiss on her lover's
lips and slid off the warrior until she was lying next to Xena. She
couldn't seem to motivate her rebellious body to completely break
contact with the taller woman, though. She wanted…more, so
much more.
The kiss deepened and became more insistent,
as Gabrielle once again melded her body to Xena's. And then
Gabrielle found herself on top of the warrior. The chill from their
wet bodies and the air seemed to drive them both into a fevered
frenzy, as they came together again with heated abandon.
Neither woman cared that it was the middle of
the morning and they both had responsibilities that awaited them.
They simply gave into their mutual need for each other and closed
themselves off from any thoughts of the outside world, as they
became lost, once again, in their lovemaking.
***
"You're late," Ephiny shot Gabrielle a wry
smirk, as the bard entered the war hut and took a seat in one of
the chairs across from the regent.
Gabrielle couldn't help the blush that
suffused her cheeks, as she kept her gaze from meeting the regent's
in an effort to keep from giving away the reason for her tardiness.
When her eyes finally met Ephiny's gaze, she realized the jig was
up.
"Okay, so I got a little distracted and lost
track of time," Gabrielle explained lamely.
"Xena…"
"Xena found you," the regent nodded
sagely.
"How'd you…" Gabrielle's words trailed
off, as another blush suffused her cheeks.
"Eponin returned to our hut while I was
changing out of my winter leathers," Ephiny answered with a sly
grin. "Don't worry, I just got here myself." She shot the bard a
knowing look. "We…um…shared a
little…um…snuggle time together." Her companion
suddenly snorted loudly. "What?"
"Look at us, Eph," Gabrielle smiled. "We're
acting like a couple of girls caught up in our first
crush."
Ephiny chuckled. "Yeah," she nodded. "I'm so
happy when I'm with Eponin that I just want to run around the
village proclaiming my undying love for the big lug. It's
embarrassing, let me tell ya. Makes me wanna throw
up."
"I know exactly what you mean," Gabrielle
nodded. "If Xena happens to casually brush against me while we're
out and about, it's all I can do not to jump her right then and
there. I've never experienced anything so explosive before. It's a
little unnerving, to say the least."
"We're just a couple of sex-crazed nut balls,"
Ephiny shook her head in consternation. "Next thing you know we'll
be having a double joining ceremony at one of Sal's market
festivals."
"Ugh, don't remind me," Gabrielle groaned. "My
head is still reeling from all the spirits I consumed at the last
one."
Ephiny snickered. "You are such a light
weight, Gab. That one was moons ago."
"Three," Gabrielle corrected. "I distinctly
remember telling Salmoneus to go peddle his wares elsewhere for a
while, so we could use what was left of winter to
recover."
"He was really offended that you would even
suggest such a thing," Ephiny chuckled. "I swear the man is
insatiable when it comes to making a dinar."
"As insatiable as a couple of Amazons I know,"
Gabrielle winked conspiratorially.
That earned the bard a teasing glare. "Speak
for yourself, queenie."
"Ooo, disrespect from the common masses,"
Gabrielle teased. "I could really be offended, ya know. So much so,
in fact, that I might just have second thoughts about allowing you
to continue as regent."
"As if," Ephiny shot her a quirked-brow look.
"You know there's no one else crazy enough to take the job. No one
wants to be stuck playing go-between with this hormonally charged
hornet's nest of Amazon leather-heads."
"Do you regret taking the job, then?"
Gabrielle suddenly sobered.
"Nah," Ephiny smiled reassuringly. "I actually
enjoy a good challenge. Keeps me on my toes and helps me appreciate
these moments when you return to take the reins. I'm really happy
you chose me to be your regent, Gabrielle."
Gabrielle leaned forward and placed a
companionable hand on the regent's bare knee. "I'm really glad you
accepted the challenge," she said, as she gave the knee an
affectionate pat and then sat back in her own chair again. "Now,
let's get down to business."
Ephiny was a little surprised by the instant
surge of desire that shot through her at Gabrielle's touch. It was
really strange and totally unexpected. The feeling caught her so
totally off guard, in fact, that it took her more than sixty beats
of her racing heart to finally recover enough to speak
again.
"What was that?" Ephiny asked in
confusion.
"What?" Gabrielle innocently eyed her
friend.
"Didn't you feel it?"
"Feel what, Eph?" Gabrielle returned. "I
didn't feel anything."
"When you t-touched…" The regent glanced
down at her knee, as if she were looking for some residual clue as
to what had happened. She shook herself and returned her gaze to
her clueless companion. "Tell me what's going on with you, Gab.
There's something really…um…different about
you."
Gabrielle shrugged. "I don't know what you
mean. I'm the same person I was this morning."
"Yeah…not," Ephiny shot back with a
skeptical glare. "There's something…strange about you. When
you put your hand on my knee…um…I suddenly
felt…Ugh!" She breathed out an exasperated sigh. "I do not
have the hots for you, Gabrielle!" She shot up out of her chair and
started pacing in agitation.
"Okaaaaay," Gabrielle watched her friend in
utter bewilderment. "Wanna explain what you mean by that, Eph?
'Cause I don't have those feelings for you, either."
Ephiny rounded on the bard and glared at her.
"You touched me and I had this sudden, overpowering urge to jump
you, right here, right now!" She ran an agitated hand through her
curly hair and frowned at her friend. "What in Hades was that? Why
did I suddenly want to push you down right here and do things to
you that only Xena should do to you?"
Gabrielle's eyes suddenly widened. "You what?"
She asked quietly. "Ephiny, I…"
"No!" The regent held up a staying hand, even
though Gabrielle wasn't moving toward her. "It's gone
now-disappeared the instant you pulled your hand
away-but…"
"I…" Gabrielle shook her head at the
implications of Ephiny's words.
"What is going on with you, Gab?" Ephiny kept
her distance, but couldn't help the insistent tone of her words.
"Ever since we fought against that army, you've…you're not
the same woman you were when we returned to the village and found
out about the attack. You're not even the same woman who charged
out of here to rescue those girls. I don't know what it is about
you, but…" She just shook her head and sat back down in her
chair. "Talk to me, Gabrielle. Tell me what happened to you between
that time and now to change you so much. You don't even fight the
same way you used to. It's like you're not the same woman, and
yet…"
Gabrielle sighed heavily, as she realized what
Ephiny was asking of her. To explain things properly she would have
to relive the whole sordid tale. She didn't know if she could do it
without losing herself in memories that she had tried so very hard
to forget. Even after all this time, she still had nightmares about
what she'd done.
"Oh, Eph," Gabrielle sighed again. "I don't
even know where to begin."
"Maybe you should start at the beginning,
then," Ephiny cocked her head to the side and gave her friend an
encouraging half-smile.
"Okay, I told you about Britannia and what
happened with that demonic entity, Dahak," Gabrielle started the
tale and then launched into it with all the skills of the seasoned
bard she was.
She explained what happened with Hope and
didn't wipe away the tears that fell unheeded down her cheeks when
she got to the part where Xena rode into the Amazon village and
dragged her away behind her horse. Ephiny merely nodded knowingly
and only barely winced when Gabrielle mentioned that dark
time.
Then Gabrielle fast-forwarded to the illness
that had nearly taken her life right there in the village. She
explained in minute detail the scene of the trial involving the
gods. She didn't even leave out the part about Xena's part in the
murder of the leaders of the Northern Amazons. The regent merely
swallowed past the lump in her throat and continued to listen with
rapt attention.
Three candlemarks later, Gabrielle finally
brought the tale to Ares' open betrayal in the tent she was being
held in. She left out all the particulars of what he had almost
accomplished, but did mention that he had somehow infused her with
his godly powers and awakened something sinister inside her. She
then told Ephiny about her own part in the deaths of several
soldiers who attacked her. She still couldn't figure out where the
sword had come from, even though she and Xena had speculated that
it was probably Ares' doing. Gabrielle didn't go into a great deal
of detail concerning the battle, but did mention that she still
occasionally felt some residual effects from the
experience.
Gabrielle then shared what had happened in the
queen's hut after Ephiny, Eponin and Salmoneus left. She told
Ephiny about the sudden and unexpected fury that overtook her. Then
she told her about Xena's attempts to neutralize the uncontrollable
bloodlust that suddenly turned her into something akin to a
berserker. Gabrielle then smirked when she mentioned that Ares
showed up, tried to egg her on and ended up on the receiving end of
her uncontrollable fury. Ephiny actually chuckled at the vivid
mental picture that the bard's words conjured, until she realized
Gabrielle was no longer laughing with her.
"Did I do something wrong?" Ephiny asked and
just managed to stifle the urge to put a comforting hand on her
friend.
"No," Gabrielle shook her head. "I was just
thinking…"
"About?" Ephiny prodded when the bard didn't
immediately continue.
"Ares supposedly removed the power he infused
me with," Gabrielle explained. "But maybe he didn't quite take it
all away."
"What do you mean?" A confused look passed
over the regent's features, before it dawned on her what Gabrielle
was saying. "Uh, do you really think that's
possible?"
Gabrielle shrugged. "What else would explain
why I can still fight so well, and why one bout of lovemaking with
Xena has me throwing sparks at my best friend?"
"Has that happened since Ares?" Ephiny
added.
Gabrielle considered the question
thoughtfully. "No, not that I know of. This was the first time that
we …um…Every time we…um…do it, it gets
better." She looked away from the regent's expectant gaze. "It's
like we're getting closer-like we're becoming…um…I
don't know," she shook her head and met the hazel gaze. "It's like
we're becoming one."
"I think something's up, Gabrielle," Ephiny
sighed. "I really can't fit my head around this whole thing with
you, Xena and the gods. What are they trying to do to you? Why the
sudden interest?"
"Gods blood," Gabrielle said simply. "Hades
told me Xena has some of it running through her veins, although she
doesn't possess enough to make her an immortal."
"And you?"
"Dahak and Hope," Gabrielle shrugged. "When
he…um…implanted his…um…demonic essence
inside me…" She shuddered at the thought of what Dahak had
actually done to her. The mere memory of those long, agonizing
moments brought a wave of nausea to her, even after all this time.
"Anyway," she managed to continue, "according to Hades, I was
somehow…um…Hope somehow…" She shrugged. "I'm
still not exactly sure what happened. The gist of it is that we
shared the same blood during the time I carried her-which wasn't
very long, by the way. I guess it was long enough, though, for her
to pass some of her-demonic power, I guess you would call it?-on to
me."
Ephiny could only nod in response to the
extraordinary explanation her friend had just given her. It was
hard enough to accept that Xena and Gabrielle associated with the
gods on a regular basis, but to hear that the gods-and other
beings-actually sought them out and openly interacted with them was
beyond staggering.
"S-so, you're saying that you actually share
the same blood as your demonic daughter?" Ephiny finally found her
voice again, but eyed the bard with a measure of
trepidation.
"I'm not a demon, Eph," Gabrielle said, as she
watched her friend's reaction. "I'm the same person I always was,
just…" She shrugged again and sighed heavily, as her head
dropped forward and her chin rested on her chest. "I'm not a
demon."
"Okaaaay," Ephiny pushed down her fear and
moved closer to her friend.
She wanted to comfort Gabrielle, but didn't
know what would happen if she touched her again. So, she just made
a decision to do it anyway. She put a hand on the bard's shoulder
and waited for the overwhelming feeling of desire to wash over her
again. It didn't. So, she wrapped her arms around Gabrielle's
shoulders and held her, while the bard cried. Sobs of confusion,
pain and unassailable memories wracked Gabrielle, as Ephiny just
held on tight and rode the waves of misery until they finally
subsided.
"By the gods," Gabrielle finally sighed, as
she impatiently wiped her cheeks and sat up again. "Sorry about
that, Eph. I didn't mean to go all blubbery on you like
that."
"It's okay, kiddo," the regent smirked, as she
wiped the remainder of the wet from the bard's cheeks with her
thumbs. "We all need a good cry from time to time. It keeps us
sane."
Gabrielle chuckled. "I must be one of the
sanest people in the world, then. I've cried more over the last few
moons than any crazy person has a right to. Xena probably thinks
I'm nuts."
"Xena loves you, Gabrielle," Ephiny lifted the
bard's chin and smirked into teary green eyes. "She probably
doesn't care if you're nuts. She loves the whole package, warts and
all."
Gabrielle nodded. "Hey, you touched me," the
sudden realization hit her.
"Yep," Ephiny said confidently. "Your little
residual spark must have…I don't know…dissipated
somehow."
"You mind if I…" She reached over and
put a hand on the regent's knee and watched Ephiny's face. "Is
it…"
"Gone," Ephiny nodded with a
smirk.
Gabrielle breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank
the…" She quickly stopped herself from finishing the thought.
"My sentiments, exactly," Ephiny chuckled and
was happy when Gabrielle joined in.
They shared a companionable moment together,
before they both realized they had other things to take care of.
Gabrielle slumped in her chair at the prospect of having to face
the council elders and do her queenly duties. There was nothing
pressing that needed their attention at that moment
but…
"Do you want to grab Eponin, and I'll go get
Xena, and we can go on a picnic, just the four of us?" Gabrielle
suggested.
"You do know we have a council meeting in a
candlemark, don't you?" Ephiny shot the bard a raised-brow look.
"You're the queen and…"
"That's right, I'm the queen," Gabrielle
interrupted. "And I'm taking royal initiative and skipping the
council meeting to play hooky with my friends and my partner for
the rest of the afternoon."
Ephiny eyed the bard skeptically. "Okay, who
are you and what have you done with my friend,
Gabrielle?"
Gabrielle put a companionable arm around the
regent's shoulders and squeezed. "Easy, Eph, don't lose any brain
matter over this. I just want to take a day away from all this,"
she waved a hand around the hut and then ushered them toward the
door. "We're entitled to a little time away, you know. And it's
such a gorgeous day out there that we can't waste a single
moment."
They stepped out into the bright sunlight and
just stood there for a moment to let the sun's rays warm
them.
"See?" Gabrielle rounded on the regent
expectantly. "Come on, Eph. Go get Eponin and join Xena and me for
a little Rho and Rho."
"Rho and Rho?"
"Rest and relaxation," Gabrielle smirked.
"Even Amazon regents need to take a little break from the pomp and
circumstance from time to time. It's time we spend a little quality
time enjoying nature and good friends."
"Charmer," Ephiny conceded with a wry smirk.
"Okay, I'll fetch Eponin and bring her along for giggles and
grins."
"It's a double date, then," Gabrielle called
over her shoulder, as she made her way towards the hut she shared
with Xena.
She knew she probably wouldn't find the
warrior lounging around the hut, but that didn't stop her from
hoping. As she entered the quiet hut, she knew Xena wasn't there.
Checking the empty bathing room, Gabrielle returned to the main
room and sat down on the bed. She put a hand on the top cover and
felt a residual dampness there. It brought a smile to her lips to
realize what she and Xena had done there just a short time ago.
Then the smile turned to a frown, as she suddenly remembered what
she'd done to Ephiny. She sighed heavily and resolved to discuss
the strange incident with her partner. Xena might be able to come
up with a reason why Gabrielle had somehow transferred her feelings
to the regent.
Chapter 2
Xena stood a few paces away from two seasoned
warriors who were attempting to pummel each other with chobos. The
club-like sticks were made of cured hardwood and the idea behind
them was to beat an opponent into submission. Melosa, the former
queen before Gabrielle, had chosen the weapons in her challenge
against Xena, once upon a time. Xena remembered that day like it
was yesterday. The shorter dark-haired queen was a force of nature
as she wielded the weapons against Xena. But Xena was far more
skilled with any weapon she chose to use, even the chobos. In the
end, Melosa was no match for the Gabrielle's
champion.
But neither of these Amazons was the equal of
either her or Melosa. The two combatants fighting before her were
equally skilled, but lacked the finesse that she and Melosa
possessed when wielding the wooden club-like weapons. The loud
crack of a chobo hitting bone rang out in the still air
and Xena watched the taller of the two women grab her injured
forearm.
"Shaila!" The other woman cried out, as she
dropped her chobos and moved to stand next to the injured
woman.
Xena also joined the pair and examined
Shaila's arm. "Yep, it's broken," she said with a nod, as the woman
gritted her teeth against the pain. "You should probably have
Nissia set it in a splint for you."
Shaila nodded once, unable to speak through
the pain her injury was causing. The other woman gingerly guided
the taller Amazon off the practice field and toward the village
proper. Xena just stood there for another moment and shook her
head.
"Rough day at the forum?" Eponin approached
her friend and slapped the warrior's shoulder armor.
"Twenty warriors in the final stages of their
pregnancies, several others down with a minor fever and now I broke
Shaila's arm," Xena sighed. "Gabrielle's gonna kill me when she
finds out about this latest catastrophe."
The weapons master shot her companion a
raised-brow look. "It's not your fault Shaila dropped her guard and
gave Jala the opening she needed to strike that blow. I saw what
happened. Is it a bad break?"
"No," Xena answered. "It's a clean break and
should heal nicely in a moon and a half or so. It all depends on
whether she listens to Nissia or not." She smirked. "You Amazon
warrior types can be so pigheaded."
Eponin huffed. "Everyone listens to that old
woman, even when they don't want to. She's more than a healer to
these women. She's practically a goddess." She voice lowered as she
looked around. "Shhhh, don't tell Artemis I said
that."
Xena nodded and then stiffened. "Hello, Eph,"
she said as she turned to greet the newcomer. "Are you here on
business? Or is this a social call?"
Ephiny shot both women a cheery smile. "I've
come to invite the both of you to play hooky with Gabrielle and
me."
"Hooky?" Eponin stepped up next to the regent
and looked at her in confusion. "What's hooky?"
Xena hid a chuckle behind her hand, as she
absently rubbed her mouth, instead. Ephiny just rolled her eyes and
put an arm around the weapons master's waist.
"We're going on a picnic," the regent
explained and then met Xena's amused glare. "You
coming?"
"I go wherever Gabrielle goes," the warrior
said with a wry smirk.
Eponin shrugged. "I guess I'm in,
then."
"Okay," Ephiny said. "Then, Xena, we'll meet
you at the stables with horses and a picnic basket. Please don't
take too long."
The regent turned away and guided Eponin along
with her. Xena watched them for a moment and then headed for the
queen's hut. Her long strides took her to the front steps in no
time. She climbed the steps two at a time and entered the hut
without ceremony.
"Honey, I'm home!" Xena announced in a
singsong voice, as she closed the door behind her.
As she turned, however, the sight that greeted
her stopped her dead in her tracks. Gabrielle was standing near the
open trunk with a pair of daggers in her hands. She held the silver
blades in the palms of her hands and extended them toward the
warrior.
"Whose are these, Xena?" Gabrielle asked in a
tone that was slightly accusing.
Xena glanced at the weapons and then met the
bard's icy glare. "I had them made for you,
Gabrielle."
It was Gabrielle's turn to glance at the
weapons, as she spun them around until the hilts faced outward and
the blades pointed back at her. She did several lightning fast
maneuvers until she had one of the blades pressed against Xena's
throat. The warrior didn't even bat an eyelash as she waited for
her partner to reveal her game.
"Why didn't you give them to me, then?"
Gabrielle hissed between clenched teeth. "Seems a little strange
for you to just pack them away and never mention that you had them
made for me." She removed the blade from Xena's throat and spun
them both in her hands several times. "They're really
quite…exquisite." She extended a finger and spun one of the
blades on it. "Whoever made them obviously knows his craft. They're
very well balanced." She caught the spinning weapon by its hilt and
examined it more closely. "What are they called?"
"Sais," Xena answered.
The warrior was a little surprised that
Gabrielle was able to wield the weapons with such skill. Xena knew
that her partner's skills with weapons were improving daily,
especially her skill with the sword, but for Gabrielle to take up a
totally new weapon with such skill was unheard of.
"Sais," Gabrielle let the name roll off her
tongue, as she continued to examine the twin blades. "I've never
heard you mention such a weapon before. Are they used here in
Greece? Or did you run across them during your extensive travels?"
"They're from a distant land to the east,"
Xena replied. She watched her partner's every movement and noticed
several things that alarmed her slightly. "How did you find them,
Gabrielle? I packed them away at the very bottom of that trunk."
She motioned toward the open trunk. "I was saving them for your
birthday."
"My birthday isn't for a while, Xena,"
Gabrielle ran a finger down the edge of one blade. "Why didn't you
just give them to me during our Solstice
celebration?"
"Because," Xena answered slowly. "I didn't
think you were ready to use them yet."
Gabrielle glanced at Xena out of the corner of
her eye. "Don't you think my skills as a warrior have improved
greatly over the long winter moons?"
"They have," Xena acknowledged. "You've
improved a lot with the practice sword, Gabrielle."
"I have, haven't I," Gabrielle nodded. "Does
that surprise you, Xena?" The bard stalked closer to the taller
woman and circled Xena predatorily. "I'm sure it does. After all,
your little protégé is no longer just a mouthy
sidekick."
"You never were, Gabrielle," Xena said, as she
watched the smaller woman step back in front of her. "You've always
been a valued member of this team. You've just always seen yourself
as something less."
"And you don't bother to set me straight, is
that it, Xena?" Gabrielle hissed, as she got right up in the
warrior's face again.
"What is with you, Gabrielle?" Xena asked
calmly. "Why are you acting like this?" A dark brow quirked, as she
glanced around the empty hut. "Did Ares visit you
again?"
Gabrielle scoffed. "Ares," she shook her head
and eyed the taller woman. "If I ever see that godsforsaken bastard
again…" Her green eyes flashed with anger that cooled
instantly. "No, Ares hasn't been here. Haven't seen him or any of
them, for that matter. May they all rot in Tartarus for what they
did to me."
Xena couldn't figure it out. She surveyed her
otherwise even-tempered partner, but, try as she might, she
couldn't quite put a finger on what was going on with Gabrielle. It
wasn't like the bard to get upset over something as trivial as a
hidden birthday gift. Xena wondered again if the gods weren't
somehow involved. That thought just made her cringe. She was sooooo
over the gods.
"Okay," Xena crossed her arms over her chest.
"So what gives?"
Gabrielle took a deep breath and let it out
slowly. That seemed to help dispel some of the anger she was
feeling. She glanced at the weapons in her hands and then up at
Xena. Sudden dawning came over her and she dropped the weapons from
her hands. They landed on the wooden floor with a loud clatter.
Gabrielle just watched them fall and felt a rush of relief overcome
her.
Xena saw the instant change in her partner's
demeanor the moment the weapons left her hands. She didn't even
bother with them as she closed the distance and wrapped protective
arms around Gabrielle. The bard collapsed against her and clung to
her with all her might.
"Gabrielle?" Xena finally pulled back enough
to look into the shorter woman's face. The anger was no longer
there and was replaced with a look of confusion. "Are you
okay?"
"I'm…" Gabrielle swallowed down the bile
that suddenly rose in her throat. Not trusting that she wasn't
going to be sick, she simply nodded.
Xena held the bard's bare shoulders and pushed
her away slightly. "What happened?"
"I…I don't know, Xena," Gabrielle shoved
a hand through her short hair. She glanced down at the twin blades
still lying on the ground and then up at the warrior. "I found them
earlier today." She swallowed down a sudden lump in her throat. "I
just wanted to look at them again. So, when I came in here
for…" She looked around the hut and frowned. "I don't even
know what I came in here for. Anyway, it was like they were calling
to me, drawing me to them. I opened the trunk, dug down for the
bundle, came up with it and…"
"And?" Xena prodded.
"I…I don't remember," Gabrielle looked
away. "I vaguely remember unwrapping the bundle and holding them in
my hands, but…" She shook her head. "What's going on, Xena?
What happened?"
Xena didn't know, but didn't want to take a
chance, either. She had a good idea that the weapons were somehow
enchanted with some kind of charm or spell or something, but there
was no telling by whom. She briefly wondered if Cletus had somehow
managed it, but then disregarded that notion. Amphipolis' smith had
no reason to put Gabrielle in danger. He had only met her the one
time, when he covertly took the bard's measurements for the
weapons. No, there was definitely something going on and it
probably had something to do with the gods-again.
Xena sighed and pulled Gabrielle into her
arms. "Someone's messing with us and I intend to find out who it
is." The warrior kissed the top of Gabrielle's head. "That's a
promise, Gabrielle."
Gabrielle groaned into the warrior's shoulder.
"Oh, tell me it isn't so, Xe. I really can't take anymore of the
gods and their damned games. I thought we took care of all that
when Hera and Zeus were here. I really did."
"I know, love," Xena said. "I know." She
rested her chin on top of the bard's head. "I love you and we're
gonna get through this, just like we always do."
Gabrielle sighed. "I know. I love you, too,
Xena." Her head came up and she looked at the warrior. "Um, did I
mention we're supposed to go on a picnic with Ephiny and
Eponin?"
Xena snickered. "I was coming to get you.
Yeah, I know. Eph said she and Eponin would get the horses and a
picnic basket. You sure you can take time out of your busy schedule
for a picnic?"
"More than ever," Gabrielle leaned into the
warrior again. "I really don't want to deal with Amazon elders
right now. Especially not after what just…happened. I really
feel like I could take someone's head off by accident-or even on
purpose, for that matter."
"I hear ya," Xena chuckled. "I had that same
urge this morning, when three of Ignesia's minions challenged me to
take them all on at once."
"What did you do?" Gabrielle looked up into
laughing blue eyes.
"Walked away," Xena shrugged and watched
Gabrielle's eyes widen in surprise. "What? Don't you think I have
it in me to just walk away from a couple of mindless
idiots?"
"No," Gabrielle answered honestly. "I
just…It would have been interesting to
witness."
"Left 'em all with their mouths gaping," Xena
chuckled. "I guess they thought I'd actually fall for the
bait."
Gabrielle patted the warrior's leather-clad
belly. "Let's go see if Ephiny and Eponin are still waiting for us.
I'm in the mood for that picnic."
Xena put an arm around the smaller woman
shoulders. "Okay. You're the boss."
"Right," Gabrielle snorted. "Tell me that when
I have another one of these stupid episodes, will ya?" She glanced
at the sais on the floor. "What should we do about
those?"
Xena grabbed the cloth and wrapped both blades
in it, tied it and set the bundle back in the trunk. She slammed
the lid shut with a resounding thud and turned to
Gabrielle.
"Not taking any chances with 'em, not until we
know what we're dealing with," she said as she resumed her position
next to the bard and ushered them out of the hut. "Let's go forget
about all this for a while."
***
Eponin was pacing for the nth time
in…
"Would you please stop that!?!" Ephiny had
finally had enough. "It's really annoying!"
"What!?!" Eponin rounded on the curly blond
leaning casually against a rail.
The horses were tied next to the regent's
shoulder and she absently ran a hand up and down the white nose of
the gelding closest to her. She smirked, as the weapons master came
over to lean against the fence next to her. The sun was high
overhead and it was getting unseasonably warm for early spring. But
the regent was enjoying the sunshine, no matter how warm it
was.
"Relax," Ephiny said. "They'll be here when
they get here."
"They're probably enjoying a little…you
know," Eponin shrugged. "While we stand out here and sweat our
asses off."
Ephiny shot the woman an incredulous glare.
"Seriously, Eponin? Is that what you think of our
queen?"
Eponin looked chagrined and actually shot her
lover a pouty glare. "Don't tell me it didn't cross your mind,
sugar lips."
"Do…not…call me that in public,"
the regent growled. "It's bad enough you have to do it when
we're…"
"Heeeey!" The weapons master suddenly jumped
forward to greet the new arrivals. "What in Hades took you two so
long?" She wiggled her brows and shot Xena and Gabrielle a
conspiratorial look. "Or should I ask?"
Xena glared at the Amazon, while Gabrielle
just shook her head and blushed in embarrassment.
"See, toldja they were enjoyin' a little
somethin' somethin'," Eponin said in a low voice to the regent, as
she turned to grab the reins of two of the horses.
"Wrong again, Amazon," Xena said over the
backs of the horses, as she untied the reins to the other two and
handed a set to Gabrielle. "Your ride, My Queen."
Gabrielle glanced up at the big black gelding
and sighed. "Do I have to?"
"They gave him to you, not me," Xena said, as
she affectionately patted the neck of her Palomino. "Besides, he
must be a pretty good boy if Argo can tolerate him." She patted the
black gelding on the neck. "Aren'tcha boy?"
"He's a full hand taller than Argo. She's
probably as scared of him as I am," Gabrielle groused, as she
mounted the horse with a great deal of effort. "One thing's for
sure, I'll be as tall as you in the saddle, Xena."
Xena mounted the mare's back and adjusted her
seat. Then she glanced over and cocked a dark brow. "You're right.
You are as tall as me on Black's back."
"Please don't call him by that name. It's way
too close to the name of that goat Ares disguised himself as."
Gabrielle adjusted her own seat and noticed a sword sheathed to the
saddle. "What's this?"
"What?" Xena glanced at her
partner.
Gabrielle pulled the sword from the sheath and
held it up for Xena's inspection. "Since when do I carry a sword on
my saddle?"
Xena glanced over at Ephiny and Eponin with a
quirked brow. "Ladies?"
"Um," Ephiny shot Eponin a look. "You wanna
answer that? Or should I?"
Eponin leaned forward in the saddle enough to
see all three women at once. "We thought it would be a good idea
for you to carry some kind of weapon with you, yer maj. You seem
pretty comfortable with the practice sword these days, so Eph
agreed to give you one of your own."
Gabrielle removed the Amazon sword from its
sheath and held it in front of her. The sword was slightly smaller
than the heavier practice sword and fit her hand nicely. She
briefly wondered if it had been made specifically for her. The
silver blade was sharpened to a razor-sharp edge and gleamed in the
bright sunlight. The hilt was made of wood and bore cross slashes
for an easy grip.
"And why not just give me another staff?"
Gabrielle shot back. "I'm sure there are plenty of them around
here. You could find me a suitable one to replace the one I
lost."
"Well," Ephiny decided to take the proverbial
bull by the horns. "We thought you were a little beyond that
particular weapon, My Queen."
Gabrielle shot Xena a questioning
glare.
"Don't look at me," Xena raised her hands in
surrender. "They didn't ask my opinion on the
subject."
"No, but you have an opinion," Gabrielle
softened her expression to take the sting out of her tone. "Let's
hear it."
"I think you need to carry something while
we're out there," Xena said. "You could take a staff. It makes no
difference to me what you use at this point. But you're finally
comfortable enough with a sword to use it in a
fight."
Gabrielle glanced at the hilt that fit her
hand perfectly. "I'm still not sure I want to use one, though." She
re-sheathed the sword and guided the horse away from the fence.
"Let's just hope we're in for a quiet outing and leave it at
that."
She kicked her mount into a trot and left the
other three women in the dust as she guided the gelding toward the
gate.
Ephiny glanced from Eponin to Xena. "Did we do
something wrong?"
Xena shook her head, as she guided Argo away
from the fence and nudged the mare into a canter. Ephiny and Eponin
brought up the rear and just shrugged at each other, as they raced
to catch up to the other two.
***
"I asked you here for a reason," Ignesia stood
before an assemblage of more than fifty Amazons.
"Then get on with it, Ignesia!" Someone
shouted from the back of the stuffy hut. "It's damned hot in
here!"
Several others nodded and mumbled their
agreement, as Ignesia shot a glare at the one who had shouted at
her. She wasn't to be deterred, even by one of the few in her
growing following who were still holding out to see if she had the
courage to stand up and lead them. She was finally ready to take
the first step.
"Many of you have waited patiently for this
moment and it has finally arrived," Ignesia
continued.
"'S about time!" The rabble-rouser shouted.
"You promised us a swift rebellion against Gabrielle and her
dwindling following." The woman rose to her feet and raised a fist
into the air. "I say we take out the Usurper now! It's time for you
to issue the Challenge!"
Ignesia held up a staying hand to quiet the
crowd packed so tightly into the small hut. They had been meeting
all through the winter months in the hopes that they would finally
have a plan strong enough to mount an uprising against those still
loyal to Gabrielle and Ephiny.
"Patience, Amazons," Ignesia said and then
held up a folded parchment. "We have new allies in our silent war
against the Usurper. Amazons, just like us, who want nothing more
than to see Gabrielle and her warrior bitch dead." She waited for
the loud roar to die down again. "The Northern Amazons will be here
in no more than two moon's time."
Another woman stood up. A single thin braid
hung next to her forehead, while the rest of her flaming red hair
framed a face thoroughly kissed by the sun. "Death to the Usurper!"
She shouted at the top of her lungs, as she raised a fist to the
ceiling.
"Death to the Usurper!!" A mutual cry rang out
from the gathering.
"Why would the Northern Amazons join our
illustrious cause, Ignesia?" The woman asked in a quieter
tone.
"Because we share a common enemy, Rena,"
Ignesia answered. "The warrior bitch that travels with the Usurper
killed a number of their leaders many years ago and they are ready
to take their revenge against her."
"How many of them are there?" Another woman
rose to her feet and faced Ignesia. "Will there be enough to mount
an uprising?"
"Combined with our own numbers, there will be
more than enough, Shraia," Ignesia nodded. "They are sending more
than a hundred armed warriors to join our cause and destroy our
enemies, once and for all!"
"I know we've discussed this before,
but…" Another Amazon stood up. The woman was thirty winters
old and had been one of Velasca's followers. "What will happen
after the queen-I mean, the Usurper-is dead? Who will become our
new queen?" She glanced around at the women in her midst and then
returned her attention to Ignesia. "Will you lead us,
Ignesia?"
The tall Amazon braced her shoulders and
crossed her arms over her ample bosom. "Is that what you want, my
sisters?"
Several heads nodded, but the majority
remained still. Rena stood up again and surveyed the assemblage.
She put her hands on her wide hips as she turned.
"Are you all cowards that you won't speak up,
then?" She asked with an angry snarl. "Ignesia has been
instrumental in orchestrating this entire rebellion and you would
just cast her aside once the chips are down? What kind of Amazons
are you?"
A young Amazon stood up and drew her sword.
"Some of us aren't quite convinced that this rebellion is worth our
lives. What happens if we fail?" She looked around at the other
young women around her. "And if we die? What then?"
"SIT DOWN, PATRICE!!!!" Ignesia shouted above
the din the younger woman's words created.
Patrice shot a glare at the tall Amazon. "You
have yet to earn my respect or the use of my sword arm, Ignesia!"
She said with less bravado than before. "Queen Gabrielle and Queen
Ephiny have kept the Amazons at peace for a long time-long enough
for me and my sisters to become Amazons like the rest of you. We
have a voice, too."
Ignesia stepped into the gathered throng and
stopped in front of the young Amazon. "Peace is overrated, Patrice.
You of all Amazons should know what happens when we become
complacent. Wasn't Daeria your blood sister?"
Patrice lost more of her bluster and
re-sheathed her sword. "Yes, she was."
"And what happened to her when that army
attacked the village?" Ignesia put a hand on the younger woman's
shoulder.
"She died," Patrice answered
flatly.
"And who was the army really after?" Ignesia
added. "Who were they searching for when they burned a path to our
southern border and killed your sister?"
"Queen Gabrielle," Patrice swallowed and
lowered her eyes.
"Queen Gabrielle," Ignesia acknowledged with a
nod. She then turned to the assemblage and spread her arms wide.
"How many more skilled warriors will we lose to the complacency
that has befallen us because of our peace-loving queen and her
pacifist regent? Hmmm? What will happen to the Amazons when our
warriors are no longer effective against our enemies? That was what
Velasca tried to instill in us! That's what we must fight to
reclaim!!" Her voice rose with each declaration. "We must not stop
until we are once again a force to be reckoned with!!!" She raised
a fist high in the air. "TO A STRONG AMAZON
NATION!!!!"
"TO A STRONG AMAZON NATION!!!!" The entire
assemblage rose to their feet and shouted.
***
"…and that's how Xena saved me from
being burned alive inside a cramped sarcophagus," Gabrielle
finished and popped a grape in her mouth.
She was lying with her head in Xena's lap and
glanced up at the warrior. Xena's eyes were closed and she appeared
to be napping.
"Hey," Gabrielle slapped the warrior's
belly.
"Not asleep," Xena growled. "And you forgot
the part where I regained my eyesight."
"Oh, yeah," Gabrielle patted the flat stomach
affectionately. "And Xena regained her eyesight," she finished with
a wry smirk and a wink to the two Amazons.
"Nice," Eponin commented. She had her head in
the regent's lap and was thoroughly enjoying the fact that Ephiny
was running her fingers through her hair. She opened an eye and
peered at the warrior propped against the boulder across from them.
"Didn't know you had superpowers, Ace."
Ephiny snorted. "Oh, please."
"How else could she figure out where those
guys were without seeing 'em?" Eponin challenged.
"Xena has many skills," Gabrielle answered
with another wink and accepted another grape from her grinning
partner.
The two Amazons chuckled.
"This was a great idea, Gabrielle," Eponin
sighed in contentment. "It sure beats the snot outta watchin' a
bunch of kids beatin' the snot outta each other."
Ephiny held another sweet pastry up for the
weapons master, who grabbed it in her teeth and chewed
enthusiastically. "It also beats listening to a bunch of elders go
on and on about the glory of an indestructible Amazon Nation, hands
down," she wiped the crumbs from Eponin's lips with her thumb and
stuck the thumb in her own mouth. "Mmm, Pony drippings." She
wiggled her eyebrows a few times.
"Hey, what were we supposed to discuss today,
anyway?" Gabrielle shot the regent a questioning
look.
"Um, the upcoming Gathering, I think," Ephiny
answered. "The elders have been going on about some historic
convergence or something."
"Convergence? Of what?" Gabrielle rose up on
an elbow to meet Ephiny's gaze.
"Something about the stars aligning in perfect
synchronicity on the evening of a full moon and the election of a
high queen if I remember right," the regent answered. "It only
comes around every fifty years or so. The elders have been
chittering about it for weeks-ever since you sent out those
invitations."
Gabrielle glanced at Xena. "Let me guess, it's
an Amazons-only affair?"
"Yep," Ephiny nodded and then caught the
warrior's glare. "Sorry, Xena."
Xena shrugged and glanced at her partner.
"They gonna slather you in mud and make you howl at the
moon?"
"You wish," Gabrielle scoffed and then shot
Ephiny a sidelong glance. "That's not part of it, is it? Please
tell me I won't have to dance naked in the
moonlight."
Ephiny was thoughtful a moment, and then, "No
naked dancing and no howling. Just a ceremony to appoint a
collective leader of the entire Nation."
"And how is this leader chosen?" Gabrielle
inquired.
"She's elected," Ephiny answered. "During
several days leading up to the final night's festivities the queens
compete in various contests designed to test their leadership and
warrior skills. Then all the elders from the tribes meet and choose
one queen to become High Queen of the Amazon
Nation."
"And what does that entail?" Gabrielle eyed
the regent skeptically. "What is the High Queen supposed to
do?"
"She visits each of the tribes in their home
villages," Ephiny explained. "She also sits in judgment over any
pressing matters during her visits and deliberates between opposing
parties."
"And how long does this High Queen serve in
this capacity?" Xena inquired.
"Not sure," Ephiny shrugged. "We haven't had a
High Queen of the entire Nation since before I was
born."
"So, why have one now?" Gabrielle
added.
Ephiny cocked her head as she considered the
question. "I guess because it's time." She shrugged. "Sorry I can't
be more informative about it, Gabrielle, but I'm just not sure of
the particulars, myself. I guess we'll both need to read up on it
and figure out what it's all about."
"Read up?" Gabrielle was intrigued, now.
"Yeah," Ephiny nodded. "We keep archives in a
cave near the Temple of Artemis. There are more than a thousand
scrolls hidden in there. The dry air helps keep them
preserved."
"The Amazons have a library?" Now the bard's
interest was piqued. "Why haven't I heard about this
before?"
"Oh," Ephiny had the grace to look slightly
abashed. "Didn't I mention the archives to you before
now?"
Gabrielle just rolled her eyes and lay back
down on the warrior's lap. "I can't believe you're just telling me
this, Eph. How long have I been queen?"
"Long enough to learn about the archives on
your own," Ephiny smirked. "All you had to do was ask, Gab. You
were laid up for more than a moon during that freak illness. You
could have asked someone about them then."
"If I'd known they existed," Gabrielle shot
back. "I spent hours and hours and hours cooped up in that damned
hut with nothing to do but stare up at the ceiling and count the
knots. There are 362, in case you were wondering," she added as an
afterthought.
"Sorry, Gabrielle," Ephiny said. "I rarely
think of the archives, unless I need to look up some pertinent
tidbit of information I can use for ammunition against the elders.
They're just a bunch of dusty, boring old scribbles to me,
otherwise. I don't read 'em if I don't have to and, when I do, I
just skip to the good parts."
"So what exactly do they entail?" Gabrielle
prodded.
"History of the Nation, mostly," Ephiny
shrugged. "There's also several scrolls on the inner workings of
the different tribes, a few on horticulture and herbology and
healing and…I even found one that describes, in intimate
detail, different positions two women
can…um…er…nevermind."
"Oh, I think you should bring that one back to
our hut for a little late night research," Eponin smirked. "Sounds
intriguing."
"Pig," Ephiny snorted.
"Oink," the weapons master
deadpanned.
"Are you two lovebirds finished?" Xena put in.
"Because I think we're about to have company."
"Company?" Gabrielle jumped to her feet and
waited for Xena to do the same. "Should we be ready for
something?"
Xena pulled her sword from the scabbard on her
back and rested it on her shoulder. "You might want to go get that
sword those two yahoos tied to your saddle."
"Hey, I resemble that remark," Ephiny snorted,
as she reached for her own sword and pulled it free from the
scabbard lying on the blanket near her hip.
"Me, too," Eponin said in a hushed tone at a
signal from Xena.
Gabrielle was just pulling her own borrowed
sword from its scabbard on the black gelding's saddle, when a dozen
men burst from the bushes near their picnic area. Several of the
men headed straight for the three women waiting patiently for the
attackers to reach them, while three others veered off toward
Gabrielle and the horses.
Xena met two of the men head-on, literally.
She nailed one of them in the head with the butt of her sword,
turned and head-butted the second one between the eyes. Another
tried to flank her, but she swung her sword around and took him
down. A fourth guy charged her with a loud yell. She grabbed the
dazed guy closest to her, swung him around and used him as a shield
against his comrade. Guy #4 didn't have time to break off his
attack and ran his friend through with a surprised grunt, before
Xena sent him to Tartarus, too.
Ephiny and Eponin were busy with their own
bunch of attackers. Ephiny blocked an overhead strike from a short,
bald guy with tattoos all over his head. The guy sneered at her and
revealed grungy teeth sharpened to little points.
"Ugh!" Ephiny winced as the guy got right up
in her face and breathed his rancid breath on her. "What the Hades
did you eat? A donkey's ass?"
The guy growled low in his throat and tried to
bite her. She punched him in the nose and watched in satisfaction
as he grabbed his face and stumbled backwards. That gave her the
opening she needed to kick him in the crotch, which she did with
all her might. He doubled over in agony and dropped like a stone,
writhing in pain as blood continued to run freely from his broken
nose.
Ephiny turned to find Eponin engaged in a
heated battle with two opponents. The weapons master was holding
her own against the two men, as she swung a sword and her small
eating dagger to fend them off. The regent decided that her lover
was actually having a good time fighting the two men and didn't
want to deprive the Amazon of her fun. She turned to see where
Gabrielle was and couldn't see the bard anywhere.
"Where's Gabrielle?" Ephiny shouted above the
sounds of swords clanging together and men
grunting.
"Horses!" Xena shouted back, as she engaged
three more attackers who seemed to appear from
nowhere.
Ephiny raced toward the spot where they'd left
the horses. Two guys were engaged in a fight with Gabrielle, while
the third sat on the back of the big black gelding with the reins
of the other horses in his hand. He spotted Ephiny racing toward
them and kicked the gelding hard in the sides.
Ephiny knew, from a conversation with one of
the Amazon horse trainers, that kicking the gelding like that was a
sure way to end up on the ground. The idiot found that out, first
hand, as the black gelding suddenly reared, kicking his front
hooves high into the air. The guy on his back tried valiantly to
grab a hold of the black's mane, but wasn't quite fast enough. He
tumbled to the ground in a heap and lay there for a moment, dazed
and confused.
It only took Ephiny three heartbeats to reach
the horses. She grabbed all their reins and led them far enough
away that she could return to help Gabrielle. When she reached the
bard, she could see that the woman was sweating profusely from her
exertions, but was holding her own.
"Need some help?" Ephiny asked as she jumped
right in and distracted one of the two men.
"Thanks!" Gabrielle called, as she lifted her
sword high to block the downward arc of a blade.
The two women managed to maneuver their
opponents and themselves until they were fighting back-to-back. It
was a good thing, because the third guy recovered enough from his
fall to join the fray. And he was joined by three others who
appeared out of the bushes.
"Where in Hades are these guys coming from?"
Gabrielle observed breathlessly, as she swung her sword in a circle
above her head and brought it down in a slashing motion across the
chests of two men.
As one of the men fell, he managed to drop his
sword right at Gabrielle's feet. She quickly got a toe under it and
kicked it up into her free hand, but found that it was far too
heavy for her to wield effectively. So, instead, she hefted it like
a spear and threw it with all her might at one of the men near her.
The sword embedded deeply into the surprised attacker's chest and
he fell backwards-dead.
A blond brow rose on the regent's face.
"Nice," she commented with a proud smirk. "Didn't think you had it
in you."
"You'd be surprised what I have in me these
days," Gabrielle met another blade aimed for her head, but missed
the second aimed for her midsection.
She managed to sidestep the second blade, but
not enough for it to completely miss her exposed skin. The blade
sliced into the same spot where one of the soldiers from Hades'
army had wounded her. The tangy smell of her own blood wafted up
and ignited her senses. Gabrielle felt her blood surge and knew a
moment of intense panic and confusion.
"Eph!" She shouted.
"Yeah?!?" The regent shouted back. "I'm a
little busy here, Gab!"
"Get away from here, NOW!!!" The bard fairly
screamed, as she felt the bloodlust pound through her
again.
"What?" Ephiny stepped back until she was
standing next to the heaving bard. One look in Gabrielle's eyes and
she knew fear she had never known before. "Wh-what's happening,
Gab?" She was about to reach out toward the woman, but thought
better of it.
Gabrielle knew she only had heartbeats before
all Hades broke loose and she went into that feeding frenzy that
had overtaken her on the battlefield before. She had no idea how it
could be happening again, since Ares had removed his seductive
spell on her in the queen's hut. But it seemed he hadn't been as
thorough about it as they'd thought.
"GO!!!" Gabrielle screamed to her friend, as
she spun around to run the regent's opponent through with her
blade.
Having seen the crazed look in the bard's
eyes, Ephiny didn't wait to ponder her options. She just spun away
from Gabrielle and ran. When she was a safe distance away, she
turned in time to watch a scene that she couldn't believe was
playing out before her.
Gabrielle felt that strange detachment
overtake her as the bloodlust kicked into high gear. It was like
watching that moving picture show in the arena, when Athena had
shown her what Xena had done to the Northern Amazon leaders. Except
that she was inside one of the players, watching herself move like
a berserker against six armed men. Her body was no longer her
own.
The men didn't seem to notice when the woman
in their midst suddenly transformed into something inhuman. She was
still a woman in their eyes-all soft curves and golden hues. But
her sword moved in a blur and two of the men lost their heads to
her blade before their comrades knew what was happening. The cry of
a wildcat tore from her throat, as she rounded on an attacker
behind her and thrust her blade through his sternum, then yanked it
up through cartilage and bone until he was almost rended in two.
Blood spewed from his mouth and bathed Gabrielle in warm stickiness
that fed the fires of the power that possessed her.
Her heightened hearing picked up the shocked
gasps of several people around her, as a feral grin split her
features and she turned crazed eyes on the three remaining
men.
"GABRIELLE, NO!!!" Xena shouted from Ephiny's
side.
The warrior watched in shock as the woman she
knew tore through the three men like a beast. The tang of blood
mixed with the cries of Gabrielle's victims reached the warrior's
senses and sent fear racing through her. But Xena could do nothing
except watch the scene play out before her, as Ephiny and Eponin
held her back from charging into the fray.
"Don't, Xena!" Ephiny hissed into her ear.
"She'll kill you, too! That's not Gabrielle!"
"But…" The warrior struggled to free
herself from the Amazons' hold on her, but soon gave into the rush
of emotion that washed over her. "NOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Tears coursed down the warrior's cheeks, as
she realized what this latest episode would cost her partner.
Nightmares, flashbacks, overwhelming bouts of guilt-those were the
least of her worries. She knew the emotional toll the last episode
had taken on the younger woman. Gabrielle had cried for weeks, as
Xena just held her and rocked her and whispered words of
encouragement to the distraught woman. Now they would have to face
it all over again.
***
Green eyes fluttered open and blinked several
times in an effort to focus. Gabrielle took in her surroundings and
sighed. She was in the queen's hut. She glanced to her right and
saw a pair of worried blue eyes watching her
intently.
"What happened?" Gabrielle
asked.
Xena tried valiantly to keep her face composed
in an indifferent mask, but failed when a tear slipped from one
blue eye to track down her cheek. She had cried enough for the both
of them, as she held a vigil at her partner's bedside. She reached
over and touched the bard's cheek with the backs of her
fingers.
"What do you remember?" Xena asked in a voice
husky with emotion.
Gabrielle breathed in and winced at the sting
in her side. "Ouch!" She exclaimed quietly. "I guess I've still got
a lot to learn about avoiding injuries," she quipped with a playful
smirk that didn't get the desired reaction she was looking for.
"Xena, what's wrong? Am I dying? Did Eph…"
Xena shook her head and covered her mouth with
a hand, as she tried to get her errant emotions under control. "Eph
and Eponin are fine. You're the only one of us who was
injured."
"Oh," Gabrielle breathed out a sigh of relief.
"So, is it that bad?"
"A flesh wound, mostly," Xena answered, as
several tears escaped and she sniffed loudly.
Gabrielle girded herself and gingerly rose
until she was leaning on an elbow to face the warrior. "Xena,
what's wrong, then? Tell me what's going on, will you? You're
scaring me."
Xena impatiently wiped the tears from her
cheeks and tried to smile, but the smile didn't reach her watery
eyes. "You still haven't answered my question, Gabrielle. What do
you remember?"
Gabrielle considered Xena's question for a
moment. She went back over what she could recall. They'd shared a
picnic with Ephiny and Eponin, talked about trivial things and
she'd told a few stories.
"The last thing I remember is telling that
story about nearly dying in Apex's furnace," Gabrielle answered
with a confused scowl.
"Do you remember the attack?" Xena
prodded.
"Attack?" Gabrielle shook her head. "No, but I
think I went to check on the horses for some
reason."
"You went to get the sword that Eponin had
made for you," Xena said.
Gabrielle shot Xena an incredulous look. "I
don't use a sword, Xena. You know that. I don't kill people. Swords
kill people. That's why I use a staff."
"You haven't used a staff all winter,
Gabrielle," Xena tentatively explained.
"Winter?" Gabrielle shot Xena a confused
glare. "It's not winter, Xena. It's not even autumn
yet."
Now it was Xena's turn to be completely
confused. "Gabrielle, we've been here for six moons. Don't you
remember? We celebrated the harvest with the Amazons and decided to
stay through the winter. It's early summer."
Despite the wound in her side, Gabrielle shot
up until she was seated on the edge of the bed. "What?" She ran a
hand through her hair and stopped. "Xena, why is my hair so
short?"
Xena blew out a frustrated breath. "I cut it
when you came down with that lung fever last summer, Gabrielle."
She grasped the bard's arms and held her. "How can you remember the
picnic and not remember the last six moons?"
"I don't know," Gabrielle shook her head. "I
just…" She winced again at the pull in her side. "Ugh! My
side really hurts, Xena. What happened?"
"It happened during the attack," Xena answered
and rubbed the bard's arms. "One of them must have gotten past your
guard. Ephiny says that's when you
suddenly…changed."
A blond brow rose. "Changed?"
Xena nodded. "She says you told her to get
away from her and then suddenly…you weren't you
anymore." She met curious green eyes watching her in fascination.
"I saw you, Gabrielle. You were you, but…"
"I'm the same woman I've always been,"
Gabrielle lifted a hand and touched the warrior's tear-streaked
cheek affectionately. "Nothing's changed. I still love you, Xena. I
love you with all my heart and soul."
Xena brushed a hand through Gabrielle's hair.
"Nothing, except you can't remember the last six
moons."
Gabrielle shrugged with a wry smirk. "We've
been with the Amazons all this time. What's there to
remember?"
They shared a companionable
chuckle.
"I'll be right back," Xena said as she jumped
to her feet and headed to the door. "I'm just going to bring
someone here who might be able to shed some light on what's
happened."
"Okay," Gabrielle nodded and scooted back into
bed. "I'll wait for you."
Xena nodded and left the hut. She was crossing
the village center when Ephiny joined her.
"I can't keep stalling, Xena," the regent
ground out between clenched teeth. "It's been three days and we
have important visitors who need an audience with our
queen."
"Not now, Eph," Xena shot back, as she
continued on.
"If not now, when?" Ephiny grabbed the
warrior's arm and halted her. "I can't keep stalling with these
women, Xena. They will leave and we'll never settle anything with
the other tribes. What am I supposed to tell them?"
Xena rounded on the woman and glanced at the
hand on her arm, which Ephiny quickly removed. "Tell them she's
ill. Tell them she's injured. Tell them she's possessed. I don't
give a rat's ass what you tell them, just keep stalling until I
figure out what's the matter with her."
The regent shot her a quirked-browed look of
confusion. "Is Gabrielle finally awake?" She watched the warrior's
eyes leave hers. "She is, isn't she?" A smile broke out on her
face. "That's great, then…"
"It's not great, Ephiny," Xena countered. "She
doesn't remember what happened the other day and she can't remember
the last six moons."
"What?" The regent exclaimed loud enough that
several Amazons turned to look at them curiously.
Xena grabbed the regent's upper arm and
steered her toward the hut that she'd been heading toward when
Ephiny had so rudely cornered her. She stopped when they reached
the healer's door and turned to face the woman.
"I know this is hard for you to believe,
but…"
"Hard to believe?" Ephiny exploded. "Are you
as crazy as Gabrielle seems to be these days? I can't believe you
think a little memory loss is hard for me to believe after what I
witnessed out there and what she told me the other day. That was
not our innocent little Gabrielle who tore those men limb-from-limb
like some kind of crazed, rabid beast, Xena!" She hissed. "That
woman was…She did things…I have never seen another
human being do the things she did to those men. It
was…inhuman, to say the least."
"Are you done?" Xena put her hands on her hips
and glared at the woman. "Because the woman who woke up in that hut
just now is the same, relatively sane woman I know and love. She
isn't anything like what we witnessed out there the other
day."
Ephiny crossed her arms over her chest and
eyed the warrior skeptically. "Are you sure the beast isn't just
dormant somewhere inside her, waiting for the chance to make
another appearance?" She rolled her tongue in her cheek. "I can't
put her before the other queens until I know for sure she isn't
going to go into full Amazon berserker mode again, Xena. We have to
do something."
"I'm working on it," Xena replied. "Believe
me, I'm just as worried about this as you are,
Ephiny."
"But your existence and the existence of your
people doesn't rest on the shoulders of a woman who could suddenly
turn into a crazed animal," the regent shot back. "Mine
does."
"Stop calling Gabrielle an animal and a beast,
Ephiny," Xena growled a warning in a low tone that brooked no
argument from the regent. "She's the same person she's always been,
and right now she's confused and probably a little scared."
Ephiny lost some of her bluster at the
warrior's words. "Okay," she held her hands up in surrender. "I'm
sorry. It's just been a very frustrating couple of
days."
"I know," Xena conceded. "This hasn't been
easy on any of us who were there that day."
"No," Ephiny shook her head. "I can't help
seeing her do those things and it makes me sick that it was
Gabrielle, ya know?"
Xena nodded sadly. "I know. Me, too." She
breathed out a heavy sigh and patted the regent's arm. "I'll figure
this out and get our Gabrielle back. I promise."
Ephiny nodded. "I know you will, Xena," she
smiled sadly. "You always seem to figure these things out and
resolve them to everyone's mutual satisfaction."
"It's just one of my many skills," Xena
quipped with a smirk.
"I'll leave you to it, then," Ephiny slapped
the warrior's upper armband and walked away.
Xena took a deep breath, let it out slowly and
then tapped on the door.
"Come," a muffled voice beckoned her
inside.
"I need your help, Nissia," the warrior said
as she entered the hut and closed the door behind
her.
***
Ephiny, Eponin and Chilapa sat on the raised
platform in the village center, sharing the evening meal together
in relative silence with several queens and their advisors. A
bonfire blazed in front of them and a lively group of Amazons from
the six tribes present in the village were dancing and showing off
their talents to those who sat watching. It wasn't a celebration so
much as it was a communal gathering for a shared meal.
Twenty hunters from the various tribes had
gone out that day to track game and provide meat for the entire
gathering. Out of the twenty, not one had returned empty-handed.
Three of the hunters from Gabrielle's village managed to fell five
large bucks and one feisty boar. A party of five Macedonian Amazons
managed to find several quail nests, which the cooks stuffed and
presented to the queens with a flourish.
Another party that had traveled with their
entire tribe all the way from Thebes found Eponin's favorite
watering hole and managed to catch a large number of juicy trout
and bass with nets they created out of some vines they found
nearby. The Thebans, who were camped in the forest outside the
Thracian village, had proudly raised their baskets of fish in
triumph. Loud cheers from their sisters ushered them toward the
Thracian village and continued to echo through the otherwise quiet
forest. As the Thebans entered the gates of the village, the entire
tribe followed the successful fisherwomen and chanted with spears
and bows held high. It was quite the spectacle and one Ephiny
wouldn't soon forget.
"Dinar for your thoughts," Eponin shifted
closer to the regent and laid a hand on Ephiny's bare thigh, as she
leaned on an elbow and glanced around at the gathered
throng.
"Not really worth that much," Ephiny shot back
with a wry smirk. "I was just thinking about how well the hunters
did today."
"Yeah, we have enough food to last a few days,
at least," Eponin chuckled. "Didn't know there were that many fish
in that little lake of mine, that's for sure."
Ephiny grinned and then turned her eyes toward
the queen's hut. She could just see the flicker of candlelight
emanating from the hut and wondered if things were going
well.
"Queen Ephiny," a large woman with an
elaborate headdress decorated with huge feathers that made the
woman's head look twice its actual size sat down next to her. The
woman had dark skin, curly dark hair that hung down to a generous
waist and dark piercing eyes that were nearly black in the
daylight. "You honor us with this wonderful meal."
"Thank you, Queen Mashuka," Ephiny bowed her
head and lowered her eyes in deference to the other woman's higher
status. "The honor is truly ours, though. Your Amazons brought with
them the finest wine and ale we've ever sampled."
Queen Mashuka's entire body seemed to undulate
with good humor as she chuckled. "Only the best for our esteemed
hostesses, Queen Ephiny." She glanced around the dais and returned
her attention to the regent. "Speaking of hostesses, we have yet to
meet your mysterious Queen Gabrielle. I see she has not yet deemed
us worthy of gracing us with her presence."
The meaning of the woman's words were
abundantly clear to the regent, who glanced at the hut again and
noticed two figures walking toward them. She knew instantly who the
two were and sighed inwardly with relief, as she stood up to greet
the women.
"That is soon to change, Queen Mashuka,"
Ephiny stepped down from the raised platform and bowed low. "Queen
Gabrielle!"
Silence quickly descended on the assemblage
and all eyes turned to the two women who stepped into the light of
the torches that surrounded the dais. Gabrielle wore her Amazon
leathers, complete with the intricately designed bracers and a
woven leather thong tied around her head to keep her overgrown
bangs out of her eyes. A single eagle feather was braided into the
hair on one side of her head and dangled against her cheek.
Xena stood next to and just a half-step behind
her in deference to her status as queen. The warrior wore her dark
leathers and brass armor, which she'd shined enough that the
flickering torchlight reflected off it. The stoic warrior watched
her partner mount the dais and greet the visiting queens with a
confidence that fairly astounded her, especially after what she
knew Gabrielle had just gone through.
***
As soon as Xena and Nissia entered the
queen's hut, they found Gabrielle curled up in a ball, sweating
profusely and convulsing uncontrollably. The bard was deep in the
throws of some kind of nightmare-induced fit and nothing they did
could bring her out of it.
They tried talking to her and yelling at
her, but neither did anything to penetrate the bard's
consciousness. Then Nissia tried shaking her and discovered, far
too late, the folly of that action, when the convulsions increased
and Gabrielle's legs kicked out and caught the older woman
unawares. The healer was unprepared for the violence of the assault
and was knocked back into the arms of the warrior who just managed
to keep her from hitting the wall.
Xena was undaunted, as she set the healer
back on her feet and reassured herself that the woman was unharmed.
The warrior approached the bed, lay down on it and quickly pulled
the still-convulsing woman against her, holding Gabrielle tightly
with all her might. It took every ounce of her strength to keep
Gabrielle from throwing them both off the bed and onto the floor,
but Xena maintained her hold. At last, when it seemed that the
convulsions would never end, Gabrielle finally-slowly-stilled in
Xena's arms, until she was completely relaxed and her breathing
returned to normal. It took a full candlemark after that for the
bard to actually stir.
When Gabrielle awoke from whatever had
overtaken her, Xena was still wrapped around her and Nissia was
staring at her with a deep frown of worry creasing her aged brow.
The first words out of Gabrielle convinced both Xena and the healer
that the bard remembered nothing of what had just happened. The fit
had sapped the bard's strength and left her dazed and confused for
the better part of a candlemark, but other than that she was fine.
It also surprised the two women when Gabrielle actually remembered
that there was supposed to be a gathering of the Amazon
tribes.
Xena and Nissia exchanged bewildered
looks, when Gabrielle asked the healer if the tribes had arrived.
And when Xena questioned her about her inability to remember what
had happened over the last six moons, Gabrielle merely shrugged it
off and said she remembered everything, including their picnic the
other day. She even remembered going to fetch her sword from the
horses and fighting off three attackers. But then things got a
little fuzzy after that, Gabrielle frowned. She then glanced at the
bandage around her middle and rolled her eyes. Her next words made
both Nissia and Xena chuckle: "Oh, please, not again," Gabrielle
had muttered with a heavy sigh.
***
"You okay?" Ephiny's voice beside her brought
Xena back to the present.
"Yeah," the warrior answered.
"Is she okay?" Ephiny added with a questioning
glance at the warrior's face.
She noticed Xena wore her usually stoic mask,
but there was something in the warrior's pale eyes that caught the
regent's attention. Xena's shoulders were also more tense than
usual, as if she were waiting for something bad to
happen.
Xena shrugged. "She seems fine. I guess only
time will tell, though."
"Are you sure it's a good idea to bring her
out here?" Ephiny continued. "I mean, she seems normal,
but…"
"We're not staying long," Xena cut in. "She
wanted to come do her duty, despite my protests to the contrary.
She knew the other tribes were here and didn't want to saddle you
with the responsibility of making her excuses."
Ephiny glanced up at Xena with surprise. "She
remembers?"
Xena nodded. "When Nissia and I arrived at the
hut, Gabrielle was having some kind of fit. She was convulsing
uncontrollably. Long story short, it finally subsided and she woke
up with her memories mostly intact."
"What caused the convulsions?"
"No idea," Xena answered. "But it was like her
body and mind were fighting for control over what happened to her
the other day. I think everything that's been happening to her
lately is all connected somehow."
"And you think her mind won out over whatever
power this is that's trying to control her?" Ephiny glanced
skeptically at the woman in question, as Gabrielle conversed with
the taller Queen Mashuka and the two women laughed at something
that was said between them. "Is that why she
remembers?"
"I don't know," Xena shrugged. "I've never run
across anything like it in all my travels, except…" She shook
her head. "But that's not possible."
"What?" Ephiny turned to face the warrior,
whose pale eyes reflected the torchlight.
"India," Xena said quietly. "It's also called
the land of Indus. It's a place many, many leagues to the south and
east, where demons are known to possess people and make them
do…unspeakable things."
Ephiny returned her attention to the bard, who
was now surrounded by the other queens and was gesturing animatedly
as she spoke. Gabrielle seemed to be in her element as she made the
queens laugh with her at something she said. Sensing eyes on her,
Gabrielle suddenly turned and met Ephiny's gaze with a warm smile.
"Do you really think she's possessed by a
demon, Xena?" The regent asked quietly.
"I don't really know what to think anymore,
Ephiny," Xena said, as Gabrielle waved them both to join her on the
dais. "I've sure never heard of anyone being possessed by a demon
here in Greece. Have you?"
Ephiny shook her head. "Nope."
Xena walked over to the platform and
hesitated, as she turned back to the regent. "I guess there's a
first time for everything."
"Leave it to Gabrielle," the regent muttered,
shaking her head in dismay.
Chapter 3
"No and that's final, Gabrielle!" Xena rounded
on the smaller woman. "I will not stand idly by while you risk
succumbing to yet another episode like the last two. No! No!
NO!"
"You can't tell me what to do or what not to
do, Xena!" Gabrielle shot back angrily. "We're partners! I am not
your helpless little sidekick anymore."
"No," Xena softened her tone, as she gently
grasped the bard's upper arms and looked into green eyes ablaze
with anger. The formerly-even-tempered bard's ire was becoming
almost as inflammatory as her own, except that Gabrielle seemed
unable to control it. "You never were helpless, nor were you ever
my sidekick, Gabrielle. But the simple fact of the matter is I'm
one of your healers and…"
"I'm fine!" Gabrielle shot back and then let
her expression soften. "It's been a full moon since you removed
those stitches, Xena, and I'm really tired of playing the smiling,
gracious hostess, while everyone else has all the fun! I just want
to do a little sparring with Eponin," her tone turned pleading.
"Please? I promise not to overdo it and I'll stop immediately if I
feel even a slight twinge in my side…or the rest of me, for
that matter." She cocked her head and looked pleadingly at her
partner. "Please?" And then she applied the puppy-dog pout for good
measure. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease…"
"Oh, for the love of…" Xena threw her
arms up in resignation and found herself with an armful of smiling
bard.
"Me?" Gabrielle cocked her head with a playful
smirk and wrapped her arms around Xena's waist. She leveraged
herself up on her toes to plant a smoldering kiss on the warrior's
warm lips. "I love you."
"I can't believe I fell for that look," Xena
said, as she pulled the smaller woman's head toward her and planted
a chaste kiss on Gabrielle's forehead. "You'd think I'd learn by
now."
"Works every time," Gabrielle stepped out of
Xena's embrace and quickly divested herself of her ceremonial
Amazon leathers.
She tossed the outfit over the back of a chair
and turned around in time to see Xena staring at her with open
longing in eyes gone smoky gray with desire. The warrior's
smoldering look deepened, as Gabrielle used her body to its best
advantage and cocked a firm, bare hip. The naked bard knew just how
to reward her partner and lover for yielding to her
wishes.
With slow, deliberate strides, Gabrielle
padded over to stand before the taller woman. She leaned in close,
until she brushed against the taller woman. A titillating chill ran
through her as she looked up into eyes smoldering with passion.
Gabrielle quickly worked the ties and buckles that held the
warrior's armor in place. With nimble fingers that were used to
undressing the taller woman, the bard made quick work of the rest
of Xena's clothes, until the warrior was standing before her in
only her boots and knee bracers.
Xena closed the distance between them and
kissed Gabrielle with all the passion she was feeling in that
moment. Mouths and bodies danced in perfect synchronization, as
they both gave in to the desire ignited between them. Soon they
were lying on top of their bed, exploring each other and reveling
in the love that drove them deeper into a place that only they
knew.
"Please, Xe," Gabrielle inhaled deeply of the
warrior's scent and reveled in all the sensations coursing through
her body.
A twinkle of mischief entered smoldering blue
eyes, as the warrior dipped her head and circled the bard's belly
button with her tongue. The bard responded by raising her hips to
urge her lover on. Gabrielle knew she was on the brink and it would
take very little to send her over the edge into complete bliss, but
Xena was having none of it. The warrior kissed and nipped her way
down one bare hip, while her hand drew slow, gentle circles around
the other.
Gabrielle groaned loudly in frustration.
"Xena…" she gasped. "This really…isn't the
time…"
Xena raised her head and cocked a dark brow.
"And what is it you really want?" She asked in a sultry tone that
she knew would drive her lover wild.
"By the gods, Xe…" Gabrielle panted and
grasped the blanket with white-knuckled fists.
Xena decided to have pity on her lover. She
brought Gabrielle to the brink and joined her at the edge of bliss.
Waves of exquisite pleasure washed over both of them as Xena and
Gabrielle plunged over the abyss of love.
That love bound them together into one soul
and was worth more to them than their own pleasure. They were
complete for the first time ever. They shared the same air, moving
as one and tasting each other in ways they never had before. It was
exquisite. Intoxicating. And then…
"Xena…Oh…GODS!!!" Gabrielle cried
out her release, as her hips bucked and her entire world shattered
into a thousand tiny pieces of exquisite delight.
Xena held on for dear life, anchoring herself
to her soulmate, as wave upon delicious wave rolled over them both
and carried them across a sea of tumultuous bliss. Then they
plunged down into a whirlpool of sensations that coursed through
them both. Hearts beat as one and they both gasped in unison at the
intensity of the mutual awareness that cascaded over them. No words
could adequately describe the intoxicating harmony they felt. They
were one-body, mind and soul. Two halves inexorably joined in
blissful union.
But cold reality soon came crashing back in
like a refreshing waterfall, as they returned from their rapturous
journey and lay spent in each other's arms. Xena somehow managed to
collapse lifelessly beside the panting bard, instead of on top of
her. And Gabrielle simply wrapped flaccid arms around her lover and
rested her cheek against Xena's soft hair, as she tried valiantly
to catch her breath and slow her racing heart.
"Gods, Xe," the bard exhaled against the
warrior's hair. "What just happened?"
"Not…sure," Xena replied, as she shifted
her head just enough to rest her lips against a round, firm breast.
"Nothing in Elysia could compare to this." She kissed the soft
skin, fondled it playfully with her tongue and inhaled deeply of
the bard's distinctive scent.
"This beats the afterlife by leaps and
bounds," Gabrielle sighed contentedly. "And that tickles," she
added with a squirming giggle.
"Is this better?" Xena shifted again.
"Mmmm…"
Gabrielle felt a rush of insatiable desire
flow through her. "Definitely worth every moment," she managed to
say.
Xena basked in the glow of their shared
desire. It occurred to her suddenly that becoming one with the
woman she loved was something that she had never anticipated in her
wildest dreams. She just tossed the notion aside and concentrated
on the feelings that were overwhelming her, instead. And those
feelings were incredible. Extraordinary. Fantastic.
Orgasmic.
***
A drop of sweat ran into her eyes as she
raised the practice sword high overhead to block yet another blow
and then quickly pushed off and swung for her opponent's exposed
midsection. The slightly taller Amazon anticipated her move and
jumped back in time to avoid a painful blow to the
ribs.
Gabrielle didn't wait for her opponent to
counter the attack and, instead, quickly thrust her weapon toward
the Amazon's head. Eponin cocked her head to the side, again in
time to avoid a blow that probably would have knocked her
unconscious. But Gabrielle wasn't done. Muscles bulged, as
Gabrielle spun around and met the weapons master's blade with
swift, sure strikes in a combination that would have found its mark
with any other opponent-except one.
The bard made the mistake of glancing over at
the two women standing on the sidelines. The taller warrior had her
arms crossed over her chest and was glaring right at her with
unconcealed apprehension. The other woman was simply shaking her
head.
And then Eponin found an opening and whacked
her a good one on the side.
"Oof!" Gabrielle caught the blow just above
her recently-healed wound and instinctively pulled her arm into her
side to protect it.
"Sorry, my queen!" Eponin abruptly stopped and
stared in surprise. "I didn't…"
"It's fine, Eponin," Gabrielle sucked in a
breath and let it out slowly, as the pain subsided to a dull ache.
"I think you hit me with the flat of the sword
anyway."
"Yeah," Eponin agreed, as they were suddenly
joined by two concerned women. "She's fine. I just caught her
ribs."
"Let me see," Xena bent forward to examine the
slightly-raised red mark just above the raised pink
scar.
"It's fine, Xena," Gabrielle only winced
slightly when the warrior prodded the area with strong fingers.
"She just caught me off guard a little. It surprised me more than
anything," she shot the weapons master a quick smirk. "I didn't see
that one coming."
"You were distracted," Xena chided. "You're
not supposed to look away from your opponent during a fight,
Gabrielle. Eye contact is essential. You need to read your
opponent's next move in her eyes."
Gabrielle cocked her head and smirked, as her
partner straightened back up and scowled at her. "I couldn't help
it," she said, affectionately patting Xena's leather-clad hip.
"You're a definite distraction."
"Okay, then," Ephiny cleared her throat and
looked around at the women who were starting to congregate around
them, many of whom were strangers or mere acquaintances. "Show's
over, people! Queen Gabrielle is fine! Go back to whatever you were
doing! Nothing to see here!"
The crowd quickly dispersed, as the
Amazons-both visitors and residents alike-shuffled back to their
own sparring sessions. Several muttered their disapproval at being
shooed away, while others just took it in stride. The latter were
mostly used to seeing their queen sparring on the field right
alongside them and knew the blond could hold her own, even against
the weapons master.
"You two seem to draw a crowd, like bees to
honey," Ephiny scoffed.
"Yeah," Eponin agreed. "Our guests can't get
enough of the two of you doting on each other around here like a
couple of animals in heat."
That got a raised-browed glare from a certain
warrior. "Animals?" Xena growled.
"Um," Eponin nervously scratched the back of
her neck. "Oh, you know what I mean, Champ."
"Nice," Gabrielle nodded in annoyance. "Next
thing you'll suggest is that we have a joining ceremony and
consummate our relationship in front of the whole damned Amazon
Nation." She glanced at Ephiny, who remained silent, but had a
twinkle of mischief in her hazel eyes. "Don't even go there, Eph. I
am not coupling in front of an audience, no matter what history and
tradition states."
"I wouldn't dream of it, My Queen," the regent
smirked. "But…" Both Xena and Gabrielle rolled their eyes in
consternation. "Hey, it would do you both good to make it official.
What better way than to do have the ceremony right here while the
tribes are gathered." She leaned toward Gabrielle conspiratorially.
"And it might just add to your burgeoning popularity enough to get
you elected High Queen of the Nation."
"Xena and I aren't…um…putting an
Amazon seal on or consummating our relationship," she couldn't help
the blush that infused her cheeks, "in front of the tribes, Eph. I
don't care how much you try to badger us into doing so. We're very
private people and we're going to keep it that way."
"Then maybe you should stop…um…"
Eponin started, then thought better of continuing.
"Stop what?" Gabrielle looked at her
innocently.
"Um…" the weapons master tried to stall
while she came up with a suitable explanation.
"Just spit it out, Eponin," Xena glared at the
woman.
"You're a
little…um…loud…um…when...uh…during…um…"
Eponin blushed to her roots and tried hard to hide a nervous
giggle.
"What Eponin is trying so eloquently to say,"
Ephiny shot the weapons master an impatient glare, "is that the
entire village can hear what you two are doing in your hut. You're
not exactly quiet about it, if you know what I
mean."
"Oh, gods," Gabrielle turned beet red and
ducked into Xena's shoulder.
Xena wrapped her arms protectively around her
partner and glared at the two Amazons over Gabrielle's head.
"So?"
"So," Ephiny continued, undaunted by the
intimidating glare. "We thought you should know that your sexual
exploits are not at all a secret to us," she glanced at Eponin and
then at the women on the practice field. "To any of us," she added
with a wink.
A muffled groan from Xena's shoulder let them
know the bard was still listening. Both Amazons couldn't help but
snicker at the smaller woman's discomfort. Not even when Xena let
out a warning growl did either woman cover their
chuckles.
"I'm going to die of embarrassment right here
and now," the bard's words were still muffled but clear enough for
them to understand. Then she raised her head to look at the
warrior, who was smiling affectionately down at her. "I
can't…I don't…Ugh!" And she buried her face in the
familiar space again.
Xena stroked the bard's hair. "It's all right,
Gabrielle. They're just jealous." She shot the two women a
'come-on-argue-with-that-one' look, to which they just laughed all
the harder-until Xena gave them the cold glare that could stop Zeus
in his tracks. That got them. "Let's leave these two nitwits to
their inappropriate amusement, shall we?"
Xena kept an arm around the bard's shoulder,
as she steered them away from the practice field and a couple of
laughing Amazons.
***
Gabrielle was sitting in the middle of their
bed, with her bare legs stretched out and her ankles crossed. A
worn scroll lay in her lap, as she scanned the section before her.
Her hair was still damp from the bath she'd shared with Xena and
she was dressed only in a light shift. Xena had donned her leathers
and armor and headed over to the meal hut to grab something for
them to eat. It was quiet in the hut, as Gabrielle continued
reading.
The scroll was one of a series of scrolls
she'd taken from the archival cave, where they were kept. After
Ephiny had told her about the place, Gabrielle had gone exploring.
With the help of an elderly Amazon, whose job it was to preside
over the archives, Gabrielle discovered a treasure trove of
interesting historical documents, as well as a number of scrolls
that expounded on the many intricacies of Amazon
Law.
Gabrielle had been amazed that the cave, which
ran quite deep into the side of a low hill on the outskirts of the
forest to the north of the village, was quite dry and relatively
well-hidden. The mouth of the cave was covered by green vines that
hid the place from view, while large bushes obscured the cave from
prying eyes. It was only because of Ephiny's description of the
place that Gabrielle was able to find it at all.
When she'd navigated the short tunnel that led
from the mouth to the vast interior of the cave itself, Gabrielle
marveled at the graphic depictions of Amazon warriors and hunters
artistically displayed on the walls. The artwork, which was done in
colorful dyes, was a pictorial depiction of Amazon history, various
ceremonies, and battles fought and won. The artwork even extended
into the interior of the cave itself and circled around the walls
and up onto the ceiling.
Torches evenly spaced at intervals along the
main cave itself threw light on the artwork, as well as the many
scrolls tucked into niches carved into the walls. Gabrielle had
even noticed several smaller offshoots from the cave and had been
told that those were rooms that held archives of special value to
the Amazons. One of those rooms contained the scrolls that
Gabrielle was now immersed in.
She unrolled the scroll further to reveal more
of the text. She had been a bit surprised to find that even these
ancient texts were written in the common language. Actually, each
original scroll had been painstakingly updated over the years to
reflect any changes in the language or even to make something a bit
more comprehensible. The Archival Mother, as the elder Amazon was
called, told Gabrielle the story behind each room and each section
of scrolls found in the main room itself. Gabrielle had been so
fascinated by it all that she spent countless candlemarks just
marveling at what she saw.
The Archival Mother had suggested that Queen
Gabrielle start her actual reading with a history of the original
nation itself. Those scrolls had taken her weeks to finish and she
couldn't help but feel connected to those early warrior women. They
were brave, unselfish and just wanted to create a community where
women could thrive and love without judgment or recrimination. Of
course, there were those who wanted much more.
The second scroll she'd read was about a
rebellion that arose out of one queen's desire to keep the peace
and another's desire to wage war against the enemies of the Nation.
The queen in favor of war, Eritreius, finally got her wish when a
tribe of cannibals attacked the village and killed the peaceful
queen. Many of the peaceful queen's followers watched in horror as
their queen was ripped apart by the voracious savages, who then
devoured her flesh right before their shocked eyes.
When Eritreius and her followers returned to
the village from a successful hunting foray, three-day's journey to
the north, the story of what the cannibals had done to their sister
spread like wildfire. Eritreius and her followers stripped
themselves naked and painted their bodies with black and white dye
and set off in search of their prey. The warrior women easily
tracked the cannibals back to their encampment on the open plains
and swooped down on them like enraged demons.
The men, who wore blue and gray paint upon
their fur-clad bodies, were unprepared for the ferocity of the
attack. The War Queen, as she was eventually dubbed, raised her war
club high overhead and let out a high-pitched scream, as she led
her warriors into the midst of their enemies, catching the men
completely off guard.
The battle was the bloodiest the women had
ever waged. When it ended, not a single cannibal was left alive.
Blood soaked the ground and coated the women's feet, staining them
red and adding to their mystique. Eritreius, who had engaged the
cannibal leader in hand-to-hand combat, finally overtook him and
beat him to within an inch of his life.
As he lay at her feet, bloody and nearly
lifeless, she hefted her long blade high into the air in triumph
and plunged it into his chest. The razor-sharp blade cut right
through bone and cartilage with ease. Eritreius then pulled his
still-beating heart from his chest and held it in one hand. She
lifted the heart into the air to an answering roar of triumph from
her followers and then sank her teeth into the still-pulsing organ.
Blood spewed from the heart and splattered
bright red against pale white on the War Queen's painted torso. A
surge of power seemed to infuse her at that moment and she threw
back her head to cry out to the heavens above. Her cry became a
plea to the heavens for ultimate power and dominance over her
enemies. Blood ran bright red down her chin as the heavens opened
up and answered her with flashes of lighting and booming rumbles of
thunder.
One of her followers, Simonee, her favorite
and the woman closest to her in age, approached her, took the heart
from her hand, and bit into it, too. The two women then made love
right there on the battlefield in front of everyone.
Gabrielle had been quite overwhelmed by not
only the detailed descriptions scrawled in ink before her, but the
intensity of the emotions shared by the writer. She wondered
briefly who had been there to witness such carnality, such raw
battle lust, without participating in the debauchery. Then she
realized the writer was none other than Eritreius herself. The
woman had done a masterful job of depicting the scene from a
detached point of view, without losing any of the intensity of what
transpired her.
Briefly wondering if her own actions of late
were running parallel to those of Eritreius and her followers,
Gabrielle quickly dismissed the notion as completely ridiculous and
utterly preposterous. She had no desire to strip naked and paint
her body before running off into battle. She also had no desire to
eat someone's heart or taste blood on her tongue again. Her
thoughts turned briefly to the soldier whose ear she had ripped
completely off with her teeth, and she shuddered at what she'd
done. She still had nightmares about the men she'd killed that
night. The nightmares were strange-detached. In them she was more a
spectator than an active participant.
Gabrielle returned her attention to the
scrolls laid out in front of her. She shook off thoughts of
nightmares and death, instead concentrating on the written word.
The written word was safe-distant-unlike her errant
thoughts.
The ten scrolls that followed the first two
were filled with ceremonial rites of passage, bloody battles with a
number of different armies, the rise of the centaurs and tensions
that developed between the two communities. There was mention of
the numerous queens and their ideas of how the tribe should be
ruled and on and on. One scroll went into minute detail on the
joining ceremony of a queen who believed in multiple partners and
eventually took a total of nine consorts. The scroll read like a
diary and went into great detail about the sexual diversity of her
nine mates. Each one offered something that the others didn't. The
nameless queen appreciated each one of her mates for their
differences and claimed to love them all equally.
"Yeah, right," Gabrielle scoffed. She was
about to toss the scroll aside when a name caught her eye. "What
the…"
Gabrielle quickly skimmed through the boring
details to the meat of the scroll. She discovered it was the
queen's first and favorite consort, a woman named Issa, who was the
one to give the queen her greatest miracle-a child to carry on the
line of succession. Issa was a warrior in the queen's elite guard.
She was a true warrior in every sense and protected the queen with
a passion born of her role as First Consort. She was also the
Queen's Champion.
When war broke out between the centaurs and
Amazons, Issa led the charge to protect the village proper. She was
injured and captured by one of the men who fought with the
centaurs. The man dragged her back to the centaur village and
staked her in the village center for all to see. He then raped her
repeatedly in front of his comrades. The Amazons were finally able
to rescue Issa and free her from her captors.
When she returned to the village, beaten and
broken, the queen herself took care of the woman-nursed her and
never left her side. Issa eventually recovered from her physical
injuries, but her emotional wounds ran far too deep. They
eventually discovered that Issa was with child. She lived to carry
the baby to term and gave birth to a beautiful dark-haired child
that the queen named as her successor. The child grew up to be an
able Amazon warrior, a beautiful princess and an intelligent leader
of her tribe. Her name was Melosa. Issa died shortly after Melosa's
birth. She never fully recovered from the emotional toll her ordeal
had taken on her.
Gabrielle stared intently at the scroll before
her for a few moments, then tossed it into the pile of scrolls
she'd already finished. She then picked up one of the scrolls that
cited and explained the many laws that her tribe adhered to. The
content of the scroll was dry and boring, but really wasn't paying
it much attention. Her thoughts kept returning to Melosa. The woman
hadn't exactly accepted her with open arms, but… Gabrielle
tried to concentrate on the scroll in front of her, but finally
gave up.
Melosa's story wasn't really what she'd
expected. Then again, she didn't quite know what to expect anymore.
These women weren't exactly your normal everyday peasant women who
allowed their fathers to marry them off to the highest bidder.
Amazons were a culturally diverse array of people from all walks of
life. Some of them had been born into the tribe, while
others…well…Gabrielle wondered how many of them were
the product of abusive relationships. Is that why they turned to
other women for love and companionship? Or was there something
more?
Her thoughts invariably turned to her
relationship with Xena. She couldn't help asking herself: What made
two women fall in love? Then she realized she would probably never
find the answer to that particular question. People fell in love
for a number of reasons. Her relationship with Xena was beyond
complicated most days and very simple others. Xena was the other
half of her soul. When they were together Gabrielle felt complete.
There was no other way of explaining it. Xena completed
her.
"So, what would happen to you if you ever lost
her?" Gabrielle asked herself quietly.
Boot steps on the front porch brought her
instantly out of her dark thoughts.
"I'm baaaack," Xena called out, as she pushed
the door open to reveal a tray piled with covered dishes. "You
hungry?"
"Starving," Gabrielle smiled warmly-a smile
that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Got any goat's cheese sauce and
cherries in there?"
Xena gave the bard a confused look. "Uh," she
glanced at the tray and tried to remember what it contained.
"I…I don't think so." The warrior set the tray on a side
table and uncovered the dishes. She quickly surveyed the contents
of each plate and shook her head. "Nope, no goat cheese sauce with
cherries."
"Drat," Gabrielle said and then saw the
apologetic look cross the warrior's features. Gabrielle shrugged,
"I guess I'll just have to do without."
"I could go back and get some for you," Xena
offered.
"No, that's alright," the bard shook her head,
set the scroll aside and hopped from the bed. She winced slightly
at the twinge in her side. "Gods, I should remember not to do
that."
"Ribs still sore?" Xena asked, as she watched
the bard pad over to the feast spread out before
her.
"They're fine," Gabrielle replied, as she
absently rubbed the spot where Eponin had gotten in a lucky blow.
"Just a bruise."
"Bruised ribs can sometimes hurt worse than
broken ones," Xena commented and generously piled a plate full of
food for the smaller woman.
"I guess," Gabrielle shrugged and took the
plate. She glanced from the pile of food to the warrior. "Are you
trying to fatten me up? Or is Aristia responsible for all this? I
swear she's trying to make me as big as Mashuka."
"You said you were hungry," Xena defended, as
she piled another plate equally as high as the first. "I figured
you wanted a variety, so I asked Aristia to give us a little of
everything she had."
"Apparently we're both hungry," Gabrielle
commented as she eyed both plates with a raised
brow.
"Gotta keep my strength up," Xena said, as she
sat down in one of the rockers near the empty fireplace and
proceeded to tear the meat off a chicken leg. "Not
bad."
"For what?" Gabrielle asked, as she sat down
in the chair opposite her partner and dove into her food with
gusto.
"Games," Xena answered between
bites.
"Oh," Gabrielle chewed on a marinated olive
and tossed the pit onto her plate. "Yeah, Eponin's looking forward
to kicking your butt." She smirked. "Says she can beat you in at
least one of the competitions."
"As if," Xena replied. "She does too good a
job telegraphing every move she makes. I'm surprised you haven't
picked up on that, yet. You're usually pretty good at reading
people."
Gabrielle shot her partner a look. "What makes
you think I haven't?"
Xena shot back a raised-brow look aimed at the
bard's side. "That bruise, for one."
"That was a fluke," Gabrielle countered. "She
got past my guard when I was occupied with
other…um…things."
Xena waved the denuded chicken bone at the
bard. "That's why you can't let your guard down during a fight,
Gabrielle."
"You gonna hit me with that chicken bone?"
Gabrielle teased with a smirk.
Xena glanced at the bone in her hand, then set
it back on her plate. "I'm just telling you. Stay focused. You
can't let your guard down when you're out there. It could mean the
difference between life and death."
"Eponin won't kill me, Xena," Gabrielle sighed
dramatically. "She gets totally freaked out when she even hits me,
much less when she actually draws blood." She lifted her elbow and
showed the warrior a small cut that was scabbed over. "She nearly
fell over herself with apologies when she got behind me and nicked
me last week. Even Ephiny couldn't stop apologizing for Eponin's
clumsiness. It's a damned scratch. What is it with those
two?"
"They're a little…um…" Xena popped
an entire stuffed quail egg in her mouth and tried to finish
speaking. All that came out was a muffled,
"ffffjjj."
"What was that?" Gabrielle shot the warrior an
admonishing look. "I couldn't hear you over that glob of food in
your mouth."
"They're a little afraid," Xena said, when her
mouth was empty.
"Afraid?" Gabrielle thought about that a
moment. "I'm the queen. I'm not some…" It suddenly dawned on
her. "Ohhhhhh," she said. "I guess I didn't…I really never
thought about how killing those men looked to the rest of
you."
"You scared the crap out of me, Gabrielle,"
Xena openly admitted. "I've never seen you go nuts like that. I
nearly flew out there, except that Ephiny wouldn't let go of my
arm. Kept insisting that I not try to intervene."
Gabrielle's head snapped around as she looked
at the warrior in shock. "What?"
"I said…"
"No, I heard what you said," Gabrielle
continued. "I'm just not sure why you said it. You're not scared of
anything, Xena."
"I'm scared of losing you," the warrior
admitted over the sudden lump in her throat. "Again," she
added.
"I'm not…" Gabrielle shook her head as
tears sprang to her eyes. She wiped them away impatiently and met
the warrior's intense gaze. "I guess that goes both
ways."
"Yeah," Xena smirked.
"So," Gabrielle said after several tense
moments of silence. She glanced at her plate of half-eaten food,
but was no longer hungry. "Ephiny tells me the Northern Amazons
finally responded to the invitation she sent them."
"Oh?" Xena shot the woman a curious look, as
she pushed her own food around on her plate.
Gabrielle popped another olive in her mouth
and absently chewed. "They don't want anything to do with our
gathering."
"Not surprising," Xena shrugged
absently.
"No," Gabrielle said. "Do you think they
know…about…"
"Me?" Xena finished for her. "I'm sure they're
chomping at the proverbial bit to eventually sink their teeth into
my leather-clad hide." She smirked wryly. "I would have been,
before I met you."
"Not anymore?" Gabrielle
prodded.
Xena considered the question a moment and
shrugged. "Nah. I can't hold grudges anymore. It just eats at you,
all that anger simmering and smoldering inside like that." She
smirked. "I'm much more a here-and-now, get it over and done with,
kinda gal. Can't keep the anger bottled up inside or it just
festers and grows."
"Live in the moment," Gabrielle nodded.
"They're not us, though."
"No, they're not," Xena said. "I just hope
they don't try anything stupid while we're here."
"Me, too."
Xena shrugged. "Women do stupid things in the
name of vengeance." Her expression turned thoughtful. "I remember
this one time…"
"Everyone does stupid things in the name of
vengeance, Xena," Gabrielle interrupted, as she lifted a pocket
sandwich to her mouth and took a huge bite.
"Mmmmm…"
Xena watched in amusement as Gabrielle quickly
devoured the entire sandwich and licked the sauce from her fingers.
She reached over and lifted a dribble of sauce from the woman's
mouth, stuck her finger in her own mouth and smirked
playfully.
"Mmmm," Xena uttered. "You still…" She
leaned close to the woman and licked the remainder of the sauce
from the corner of her mouth. "Tastes better on you," she said with
her face still close to the bard's.
Gabrielle closed the distance between them and
met Xena's waiting lips. The kiss deepened as they explored each
other and savored the flavors they had both sampled.
"Gods!" Gabrielle exclaimed breathlessly as
she pulled away first. Her eyes met Xena's and she saw the raw
desire in the warrior's eyes. "Why are we so…"
"Don't know," Xena shook herself and leaned
back in her chair with a heavy sigh. "I just can't…seem to
get enough of you, love."
"Me, either," Gabrielle admitted on a heavy
sigh, as she tried to slow her racing heart. "It's
like…"
Xena glanced at the woman when Gabrielle
didn't immediately continue. "Like what?"
Gabrielle glanced at the pile of scrolls on
the other side of the room. "I've been reading scrolls from the
archives. Some of them were…um…" She blew out a breath.
"Their history is pretty…Is it getting hot in here?" She
fanned herself as her eyes met Xena's.
"Oh?" Xena shot Gabrielle a questioning look.
"That good, huh?"
"Well, let's just say I have a better
understanding of how some of their traditions and ceremonies came
into being," Gabrielle answered. "The howling at the moon
tradition, especially." She stifled a shudder.
Xena's brow rose higher. "So, they really do
howl at the moon?"
Gabrielle nodded. "Naked, painted from
head-to-toe, but now they don't cover themselves in the blood of
their enemies." She actually shivered noticeably at the memory of
that particular story and its outcome. "Some of it is quite
barbaric and rather disgusting."
"Sounds…um…" Xena shook her head.
"I got nothin'. Sounds like the Amazons have some interesting
history."
"You've no idea," Gabrielle shot back. "I did
learn a little something about Melosa."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, she was born into the tribe," Gabrielle
replied. "Her birth mother was the queen's consort-her first mate.
She was also a seasoned warrior and leader of the elite guard. She
was captured during a war with the centaurs and raped during her
captivity. The Amazons rescued her and brought her home. Issa gave
birth to a daughter nine moons later and died shortly thereafter.
"The queen raised the child as her own and
named her as successor to the throne," Gabrielle continued. "Melosa
became queen when her second mother died in another brutal war with
the centaurs." She met Xena's gaze. "That probably explains why
Melosa had such an aversion to centaurs and was so quick to pass
judgment during that whole debacle with Terreis, Tildus and
Phantes."
Xena nodded slowly. "Probably." She smirked.
"Good thing we stepped in, eh?"
Gabrielle snickered. "Really good timing, I
guess. Butting into other people's affairs sometimes really pays
off."
Xena considered that for a moment. "I'm not so
sure about the timing. I just don't believe in coincidence
anymore."
Gabrielle eyed her curiously. "What do you
mean?"
"Bare with me a moment," Xena continued. "What
if someone or something interfered to get us involved in this whole
sordid affair?"
"Okaaaay," Gabrielle still looked at Xena
curiously. "Not sure I'm following you, but go on."
"What happened before we came here that first
time?" Xena added. "What were we doing?"
Gabrielle considered that for a long moment.
What had they been doing? She thought back to the days before she
and Xena decided to take that fateful trip through Amazon
territory.
"We rescued Celesta from crazy, old Sisyphus,"
Gabrielle finally answered. "That's when I met Talus and you sent
Toxeus to the Underworld. Boy, was that a real mistake. He was such
a troublemaker down there in Hades' realm."
"Exactly," Xena said with a quirked brow. "Two
gods owed us favors after that one selfless act."
"And Talus died," a look of sadness came over
the bard. "He was the first boy who didn't treat me like a
possession."
"Okay," Xena's expression went neutral. "And
what did we do before we saved Celesta?"
"Oo, Prometheus," Gabrielle perked right up.
"You saved him from being chained on top of that mountain." She
gave the warrior an exasperated eye roll. "I swear I thought you
were going to sacrifice yourself to free him. Even Hercules and
Iolaus were worried about you the entire time. Herc was ready to
step in and use the sword to cut through the chains that bound
Prometheus. I think he was a little surprised when you did what you
did. Clever."
"Yeah, yeah," Xena waved a negligible hand.
"Can't get rid of me that easily." She shot the woman a smirk.
"Chalk another favor up for us. Okay, so what happened before
that?"
"The Titans," Gabrielle answered. "You helped
me…um…you know."
"It was an accident, Gabrielle," Xena
chastised. "You didn't mean to free them. Get over it and move
on."
"No, but I still feel responsible for what
happened," Gabrielle shrugged. "Hyperion was a real piece of work,
too. All he wanted was to awaken the rest of the Titans and destroy
all humanity. I'm just glad you were there to save the
day-again."
"And what is Zeus' father?" Xena
asked.
"His name was Cronos. He was a Titan,"
Gabrielle replied matter-of-factly. "Xena, what's that got to do
with the here and now?"
"Stay with me, here," Xena put up a staying
finger. "Okay, and which god did we help before
that?"
"Morpheus," Gabrielle shrugged. "If you call
almost getting killed or becoming the bride of the God of Dreams
helping."
"We helped, despite what the gods think," Xena
said. "That makes four favors to none."
"Okay," Gabrielle still wasn't following, but
decided to hear Xena out. It wasn't often that the warrior
expounded on something with such thoughtfulness.
"So?"
"So," Xena continued, as she gnawed on an
olive. "The gods don't appreciate owing mortals favors, especially
someone like me. We've managed to rack up at least four favors over
the last few years. What does that say to you?"
"That the gods owe us big time," Gabrielle
stated the obvious.
"That someone on Olympus is messing with us
and has been for some time," Xena concluded. "It was no accident
that Terreis died in your arms, Gabrielle."
"No," Gabrielle replied. "It was that arrow
that killed her and almost started another war with the centaurs.
Krycus was the mastermind behind that whole fiasco. He admitted
it."
"We never found out exactly who shot Terreis,"
Xena popped another olive into her mouth. "For all we know it
could've been any number of people who were there… or someone
else entirely."
Gabrielle's expression turned incredulous.
"Xena, really. The gods interfered? Come on. That's ridiculous and
you know it. Besides, Terreis was an Amazon
princess."
"Exactly," Xena continued. "What better way
for you to become an Amazon? You become an Amazon princess and
eventually become queen, especially after I won that challenge
against Melosa."
"She retained the queen's mask when I left,"
Gabrielle clarified. "I wasn't queen, even though you won the
challenge in my name. I made sure of that."
"Did you?" Xena glanced over at the smaller
woman. "You made her your regent, but you still retained the mask's
ultimate authority. For all intents and purposes you've been queen
of the Thracian Amazons for the better part of almost three years
now. You've learned things on the road that you never would have
learned here in the village. You're a very well-rounded person and
a born leader. Now that you've returned, you suddenly fall ill and
have to remain in the village until you fully recover from that
lung fever. And who gave you the illness in the first
place?"
"Artemis," Gabrielle answered with far less
confidence. "But…Xena what's her game, then? Why spend the
last three years waiting for me to return? What is she trying to
accomplish?"
Xena popped the last olive in her mouth and
wiped her hands together. "I don't know, but if it is her, she's
been screwing with us for far too long, Gabrielle. I'm sick of it
and it's time to get to the bottom of this whole thing, once and
for all."
The warrior rose from her chair and crossed
the room in a few long strides. She set her plate on the sideboard
and glanced back at the woman still seated in the chair in front of
the empty fireplace with a smile. Then she left the spacious hut
without a backward glance.
***
"I need your advice," Xena said as she sat
down at the queen's table next to the curly blond
regent.
Ephiny looked at the warrior over the rim of
her ale mug and a blond brow rose in question. "My
advice?"
Xena nodded and poured herself a mug of ale.
She gulped down half the mug, set it down, then took it up and
downed the remainder. She poured another full mug, downed half the
mug again, set it down and looked at the regent.
"I want to know what it will take for me to
become…um…Gabrielle's…" She surveyed the Amazons
seated around them who were eating their evening meal. "What?" She
caught the look in the woman's eyes.
Ephiny couldn't help the smile of triumph that
lit her features. "You want a joining ceremony?"
Xena fidgeted uncomfortably. "Yeah," she
answered and downed the remainder of her ale.
Eponin chose that moment to sit down on
Ephiny's opposite side. She glanced from the warrior to the regent.
"What's going on?"
Ephiny turned to greet the newcomer with a
huge grin. "Xena wants to have a joining ceremony with
Gabrielle."
Solari sat down across from them all and
overheard Ephiny's words. "The queen and Xena are going to have a
joining ceremony?"
Xena just rolled her eyes. "Oh, for the love
of…" She met each gaze with her customary glare, until her
gaze rested on the regent's. Then she pushed away from the table
and rose to her feet. "Amazons," she growled as she left the
table.
She was halfway across the village and headed
to the queen's hut, when Ephiny caught up to her. "Xena," the
regent was out of breath trying to keep up with the warrior's
longer strides. "Slow down, will ya?"
Xena rounded on the woman.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, Xena," Ephiny conceded. "I'm just
really happy for you both. I didn't mean to upset
you."
Xena breathed out an exasperated sigh. "It's
okay, Eph. I'm just not used to having my personal business
discussed in front of others."
"Hey," Ephiny patted the leather shoulder
guard on Xena's armor. "I understand, Xena. I really do. But you
have to understand that having our queen take a consort is a really
big deal. It's…" She put her hands by her head and spread
them wide. "It's bigger than this gathering, even." Her expression
turned thoughtful. "Of course, the queen becoming pregnant with the
heir to the throne is…" Her gaze met Xena's and she
stopped.
"Not within my power," Xena stated
flatly.
"Okay," Ephiny's gaze shifted and she saw a
gathering of Macedonian Amazons near a huge bonfire, then she
glanced up at the cloudless sky. "You have to become an Amazon,
Xena."
Xena stopped and it took the regent a few
strides to realize the warrior was no longer beside her. Ephiny
finally stopped and turned back to the tall warrior.
"You said you wanted to know what it would
take to become the queen's consort," Ephiny said. "That's your
answer."
Xena rolled her tongue in her cheek as she
stepped up beside the woman. "I'm not the Amazon type,
Eph."
Ephiny cocked her head. "And what does that
mean, exactly? You're more Amazon than you might think, actually.
You have the warrior skills down pat and you're a woman. What more
is there?"
Xena considered that for a moment. "I'm not a
joiner."
"A what?" Ephiny snorted. "What's a
joiner?"
"I don't do crowds," Xena attempted to
clarify. "I never…I lead…I don't…"
"You led an army, Xena," Ephiny shot the
warrior a raised-brow glare. "You were surrounded by an army of
men. How is becoming an Amazon any different? You won't be queen,
just her consort. You sit by her side, offer advice when she asks
for it, bed her when…okay, I don't even want to go there
right now. Anyway, you two would be a couple, a team-partners in
every way. You would still be Queen's Champion and face anyone who
tries to challenge her. She would still rule the tribe-the entire
Nation, if she becomes High Queen. The two of you could travel the
countryside, righting wrongs and doing your thing. The only
difference would be that your union would be sealed in the annals
of Amazon history."
"When I led the army," Xena began, "I didn't
interact with them more than I had to. My orders were filtered
through my commanders down to the men and I…I remained
separate from them whenever possible. The only one I had any
intimate contact with was Borias."
"Borias?" Ephiny's expression turned hopeful,
as she waited for the warrior to elaborate.
"Solon's father," Xena explained and received
a nod of understanding from the shorter woman. "He and I
were…He was…" Xena finished with a shrug. "Everything
fell apart after I gave birth to my son-our son. Borias was killed
and I gave the baby up to Kaleipus to raise as his own son. Solon
never knew me in this life as more than a friend of his father's.
It wasn't until Gabrielle and I went to Illusia that he called me
Mother." She shook off the memories. "Anyway, I'm not a joiner. I
don't do the whole join-this-or-that group in order to fit
in."
"Would you do it for Gabrielle's sake?" Ephiny
asked.
"I would walk through the fires of Tartarus
for eternity for Gabrielle," Xena answered
emphatically.
"And people say you're not the poet in the
duo," Ephiny smirked.
"They do?" Xena shot the woman a skeptical
glare.
"Not really," Ephiny deadpanned. "They're
really only impressed by your fighting skills. They don't talk
about much more than that."
"Okay, so how do I become an Amazon?" Xena
asked. "What's it gonna take?"
"Actually, the whole thing is fairly simple,"
Ephiny continued. "We have several youngsters scheduled for
initiation into the tribe at the next new moon. I'm sure the
priestesses would welcome one more addition to the
ceremony."
"Does it entail naked Amazons, paint and
howling at the moon?" Xena asked with reluctance.
"New moon, Xena," Ephiny clarified. "There
won't be a moon in the sky that night."
"Ah," Xena nodded, then thought about it. "You
didn't…"
"Down, Xena," Ephiny chuckled and patted the
woman's arm. "I'm just teasing." Her expression sobered. "I'll let
the priestesses know you're interested in becoming a member of the
tribe and ask them to run you through the paces in time for the
next new moon."
Xena glanced up at the sliver of moon and
mentally calculated the time until the next new moon. Not long now,
she mused silently.
"Are you sure it can happen by then?" Xena
asked.
"Trust me," Ephiny smirked. "You're already
well on your way to becoming an Amazon, Xena. The priestesses will
explain what the ceremony entails and your part in it. It is all
fairly straightforward and simple." She glanced up at the woman
with a wry smirk. "You can do simple and straightforward, right?"
She watched the warrior nod. "Good, then you'll have no
problem."
Xena watched the regent walk away with a
jaunty spring in her step and could only shake her head in
consternation. She didn't know if she really wanted to join the
ranks of the women she was so used to making fun of. Of course, her
partner was a member of the tribe, so how bad could it really be?
Xena shuddered to think of what she was getting herself into, then
glanced over as a trio of very pregnant Amazons walking by her. The
women glanced in her direction, waved friendly greetings and
continued on their way.
Xena shuddered again and headed toward the
queen's hut with purposeful strides.
Chapter 4
The games began with a flowery speech from
each of the six queens who were present at the Gathering. Queens
Besine, Trika, Jalile, Sherina, and Mashuka had already expounded
on the skills of their warriors in battle and their own skills as a
leaders and warriors of their tribes. Mashuka's speech had, which
lasted a full candlemark and was met with cheers and jeers from
those gathered, was the last to be given by the visiting queens.
Gabrielle barely paid it any heed, as she gathered her own thoughts
and waited patiently for the large woman to finish.
Gabrielle had spent the better part of two
days preparing her speech. Ephiny gave her a heads-up just a few
days prior to the impending games, letting her know that she was to
be the last queen to speak and the one to open the games. Gabrielle
wasn't worried. As a matter of fact, she was completely in her
element. It was the games themselves that worried her just a
little.
She'd been sparring with Eponin for the better
part of a moon without incident. Her skills with the practice sword
were unmatched by any of her sparring partners and she'd finally
challenged Xena to a session, much to the warrior's
dismay.
***
Summer was in full swing on the bright,
sunny day that Gabrielle walked up to her partner-who she hadn't
seen very much of in recent days-and issued a challenge. Eponin
merely shrugged when the tall warrior glanced her
way.
"Don't look at me, Xena," the weapons
master said. "I didn't put her up to this. She came up with it all
on her own."
Xena then returned her attention to the
smaller woman in front of her. "Are you sure about
this?"
"I am," Gabrielle answered with confidence
and a touch of cockiness. "After all, this is what we've been
working toward."
Xena walked over to the array of practice
weapons kept at the edge of the practice field and chose a sword
that fit her hand rather well. She then returned to her
protégé with reluctant strides and stood in front of the
smaller woman.
"I promise to go easy on you, Gabrielle,"
Xena said in a hushed voice.
Eponin snickered. "Can't say she'll do the
same."
The two combatants raised their weapons
and set their stances. Xena was mildly surprised to see how
well-balanced and relaxed Gabrielle appeared. She would have
thought their first sword session together would be like their
first staff session.
Gabrielle had been the tentative one that
first time out and had actually thought the taller woman would hurt
her. Xena had been the modicum of patience. She had used the
session to teach the younger woman how to hold a staff more firmly
and use her smaller stature to her advantage against a larger
opponent. By the end, Gabrielle gained confidence and put Xena
through her paces with a skill that was mildly surprising to them
both.
But the woman facing her now was far
different than the one wielding a staff. This Gabrielle exuded
confidence right from the get-go. She even took the initiative and
began the session with a combination series that had Xena instantly
on the defensive. Not only had Gabrielle gained strength over the
last few moons, but she had also learned to anticipate her
opponents' moves by watching their eyes. Her intense, green gaze
never faltered, even when Xena did a flip over her head and ended
up behind her.
The warrior attempted to bring the flat of
her sword against her partner's backside, just to teach her a
lesson, but was surprised when Gabrielle actually spun away from
her in time to catch her blade on Xena's. Their swords clashed with
a resounding clang that carried across the practice field
and to the ears of everyone in the area.
Neither woman realized when a large crowd
of onlookers quickly gathered around them, including several
curious queens, as well as Ignesia and several of her followers.
Gabrielle only had eyes for the woman trying valiantly to disarm
her. While Xena was beginning to realize that her opponent was far
more skilled than she'd originally given Gabrielle credit for. The
warrior stepped up her attack, deciding to put her smaller partner
through paces she had yet to face against a real
opponent.
Gabrielle took the increased pace in
stride, as Xena took their session to the next level. Gabrielle
felt her heart rate and breathing increase, but kept her focus on
the woman before her. Her mind anticipated Xena's moves and she
countered them with equal quickness and managed to deliver a few
counter moves of her own. It became a battle of wills, as each
woman moved in a blur of thrusts, parries, attacks and
counterattacks.
Xena was amazed that Gabrielle actually
kept her head during the entire session, while Gabrielle merely let
the moves she'd been taught flow through her. Both were amazed how
easily and skillfully they sparred together. It was as if they were
one and they were simply sharing a dance that they both knew by
heart. Neither woman moved without the other countering the exact
move. Neither stepped out of time to a beat that Gabrielle suddenly
realized matched her own heartbeat.
And as soon as the realization hit her,
the spell was broken. The jeers and cheers of the crowd came
pouring through her mind and her eyes left Xena's to glance at the
huge crowd that she suddenly became aware of. Xena took advantage
of the opening to gracefully flip Gabrielle's sword from her hand
into the air. The warrior caught the sword by its hilt with a
triumphant smirk and nodded at her opponent.
The crowd roared a deafening
cheer.
***
Then Gabrielle realized the roar of the crowd
was actually real as her thoughts returned to the present. Queen
Mashuka was bowing to the gathered throng and raised clasped fists
in triumph, as she moved aside to allow Gabrielle the floor. The
bard girded herself for her speech and stepped into the center of
the dais. She raised her hands to quiet the crowd and waited
patiently for them the roar to die down to a few murmurs. She
scanned the crowd and met a pair of amused blue eyes watching her
intently from the last very back.
It warmed her heart to know that Xena was
actually there, even if the warrior wasn't right beside her. They
had agreed before the start of the games that Xena would be there,
but would keep her distance from the woman she loved. After all,
Xena wasn't an Amazon and was not allowed near the queen's dais, at
least according to protocol.
Gabrielle, on the other hand, was ready to
throw protocol out the window. She wanted nothing more than to feel
the presence of her partner right there with her. And feel her she
could, at least when they were in close proximity. Over the last
few moons they had developed a bond of sorts and could tell when
the other was near. There was no explaining it. They just
knew.
Gabrielle reluctantly pulled her gaze from her
partner and let it wander over the gathered throng. Several of the
pregnant warriors were absent, she noticed, while others were
standing by with hands held to their aching backs and protruding
stomachs. They were all in the last days of pregnancy and not one
of them had yet to give birth. The entire tribe seemed to be on
edge and were waiting with baited breath for that first arrival-an
arrival that had yet to come.
A hush fell over the crowd, as Gabrielle
lowered her hands in preparation for her speech. And then a loud,
high-pitched cry suddenly pierced the silence. The cry lasted only
a moment, but all heads turned expectantly toward the healer's hut
from whence the cry came. At that same instant Nissia emerged from
the hut with a cloth-wrapped bundle held high in her gnarled
hands.
"Behold!" The healer shouted in a voice loud
enough to carry over the entire gathering. "Artemis be praised! New
life has blessed the Amazon Nation!!!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, applause, whoops
and hollers of triumph, as the healer carried the screaming babe
back inside. A broad smile lit Gabrielle's features, as she
mentally changed her speech to include this latest
development.
"Sister Amazons!!!" She finally shouted over
the continuing noise and clamber before her. She waited several
heartbeats until the noise died down to a more manageable level,
then continued in her strong bardic voice, "Today is a day of new
beginnings!" The crowd cheered again, and again Gabrielle patiently
waited. "We have gathered here to experience a rich tradition set
forth by our foremothers, to share our rich stories and to
fellowship together as sisters, united in our rich heritage and our
diversity…"
Her speech continued, as she touched on the
blessing of a new generation of Amazons who would someday take
their place as leaders for a new age. She also touched upon the
history that had brought them all to this point in time. There were
cheers in appropriate places and loud groans in others, but all in
all Gabrielle's speech far surpassed the speeches given by the
other queens. She used her bardic talents to their fullest measure
and took them on a journey heaped in tradition and filled with
strong images of unity, peace, and prosperity.
Gabrielle glanced out over the crowd and saw
Ignesia watching her through hooded eyes. The woman stood a head
taller than others around her and was amongst a group of her
tribeswomen. As Gabrielle's speech reached its last crescendo, she
gazed intently at Ignesia, who stood opposite her partner in the
crowd. Gabrielle noticed something in the woman's eyes that sent a
shiver of warning down her spine. She then glanced over at Xena and
saw a proud smirk on the warrior's lips.
"TO A STRONG AMAZON NATION!!!" Gabrielle
shouted, as she raised a fist into the air.
The crowd erupted in cheers and chants. "To a
strong Amazon Nation!" reverberated through the entire assembly and
continued, as Amazons raised their fists and danced around to the
beat of the insistent chant.
Gabrielle raised her hands above the assembly
one last time and felt the hush that settled over the women. She
smiled over them, "May the games begin!"
More cheers and chanting followed, as the
assembled women went off in different directions. Gabrielle waited
patiently for the crowd to break up and accepted accolades from her
fellow queens. Then Ephiny stepped up beside her with a wry
grin.
"Interesting timing," the regent commented.
"Played right into your hands, I'd say."
Gabrielle glanced at the woman. "Please don't
say it was anything more than coincidence, Eph."
"I'm just sayin'," Ephiny held her hands in
front of her. "Couldn't have come at a more opportune time, if you
ask me. Gave you the opening you needed to really get them into the
swing. You're a real pro at using the unexpected to set a tone, let
me tell ya."
"I learned from the best," Gabrielle shrugged,
as Xena joined them on the dais. "Hey, stranger." The bard's face
lit up, as the warrior stepped in and put an arm around her
shoulders. Gabrielle patted the leather-clad belly and wrapped a
protective arm around Xena's waist. "You ready to go show these
Amazons what a real warrior can do, Tiger?"
"Grrr," Xena deadpanned, much to Ephiny's
amusement.
"Go easy on my girl, there, will ya, Xena?"
Ephiny shot the warrior a pleading look. "I would really like to
celebrate a victory or two, rather than have to listen to her go on
and on about how you totally kicked her butt in every event.
Eponin's ego is sometimes dwarfed only by
her…um…insatiable appetite."
Gabrielle's brow hiked into her hairline. "I
thought I was the one who ate anything and everything in
sight."
Xena and Ephiny couldn't help but chuckle and
tried to hide their sudden amusement behind their
hands.
"Ohhhhh, I get it," Gabrielle suddenly said.
"You weren't talking about that kind of appetite." She scoffed.
"You'd think I'd learn not to fall into those verbal traps
anymore."
"Like you've learned not to let your focus
suddenly falter during inopportune moments?" Xena shot back. "I
don't think so."
"Hey, I'm getting better at that," the bard
defended. "We actually gathered quite a crowd during our last
sparring session, before I suddenly realized we had so many
onlookers. My concentration only faltered when I looked around at
them all."
"You wouldn't make it as a gladiator, let me
tell ya," Xena just shook her head. "One loud cheer from the crowd
and it would be all over. You'd be dead."
Gabrielle slapped the warrior's belly. "I'm
not that bad." Then she shot Xena a questioning look. "Am
I?"
Xena just shook her head. "Are you ready to
preside over an event or two, my queen?" She bowed low and offered
an arm to her smaller partner, who rolled her eyes in
exasperation.
"Please don't do that, Xena," Gabrielle took
the warrior's arm anyway. "I'm not your queen and you don't bow
before anyone, especially me."
Xena just smirked. "I would spend an eternity
in Tartarus, if only to see that spark of love reflected back at me
through your eyes, Gabrielle."
"Which of us is the bard in the family?"
Gabrielle snorted. "I think you missed your calling, Warrior Poet
Laureate."
"Nah," Xena returned with a wry grin. "I just
have many skills."
They both laughed as they made their way to a
small group of women armed with bows and arrows and gathered on the
archery range.
***
The celebration that night was in full swing.
Amazons were deep in their cups, sharing stories, dancing by the
light of the blazing bonfire and laughing together like old
friends. Ignesia sat amidst her most loyal followers and kept her
eyes half-trained on the raised dais before her. She'd had to bite
her tongue in order to keep from speaking out during the opening
speeches that afternoon. It had been especially difficult to remain
silent when Gabrielle had launched into a flowery and rather
nauseating spiel about the glorious Amazon history and heritage
that Ignesia held so dear.
But she endured the speech in silence and
managed to slip from the crowd without anyone the wiser. That's
when she met up with her contact from the Northern Amazon tribe.
The woman was dressed in full Amazon regalia and wore long pants
and a long-sleeved tunic, despite the sweltering heat of
mid-summer. They met in an obscure area of the forest, far from
spying eyes and prying ears.
Ignesia let a small smile of triumph play at
the corners of her lips, as she sipped her wine and continued to
watch the antics of the women on the dais. But her jaw stiffened at
the sight of Gabrielle in the arms of Xena. The warrior was
practically wrapped around the smaller woman like a second skin. It
was a problem and one that would soon be dealt with in good
stead.
"Drakma for your thoughts, Iggie," a hand
played on her bare thigh at the edges of Ignesia's leather skirt
and she looked down at it before meeting the eyes of the woman it
belonged to. "What?"
Ignesia set her cup aside and put her own hand
on the other woman's, then guided it beneath the leather until the
woman's fingers brushed her sex. Ignesia then gazed deeply into
Rena's pale gray eyes, as she snaked a hand through the woman's
flaming red hair and firmly grasped the back of her neck. She could
see the passion flare in those gray eyes, as she closed the
distance between them and took the woman's mouth in a kiss that was
more domineering than sensual or seductive.
The kiss deepened, as Rena moved closer and
thrust strong fingers inside the woman. She set a steady cadence
and brought Ignesia to a quick climax, reveling in the feel of the
woman against her hand. When Ignesia finally pulled away, Rena
gazed into eyes that were darker than the night around
them.
"Are you pleased?" Rena asked in a tone barely
above a whisper, as she felt her own body react to the woman's
nearness.
In answer, Ignesia took Rena's mouth in
another bruising kiss and effortlessly lifted the woman onto her
lap. She'd had a special device sewn into her leather skirt for
just such occasions and now shifted it into position until she felt
the woman gasp against her lips.
Ignesia pulled back slightly, just enough to
gaze into Rena's startled eyes, as she began to thrust in time with
the beating of the drums. "You are a beautiful woman, Rena,"
Ignesia said, as she continued to thrust the hard, leather phallus
into the young woman. "You deserve to feel me inside you-to know
what no other has known before."
Rena couldn't wrap her mind around what she
was feeling. It wasn't possible that the woman possessed a man's
appendage, yet that was exactly what she was experiencing. Her mind
was awhirl with the sensations that were coursing through her, as
Ignesia recaptured her bruised and swollen lips
possessively.
The redhead just held on for dear life as
Ignesia brought her to the pinnacle of a climax that had her
screaming above the sounds of the drumbeats and chanting. No one
appeared to pay them any heed, as Rena slowly returned to earth and
collapsed against the woman whose lap she still
occupied.
"How…" the redhead panted breathlessly,
as she tried to catch her breath.
"Shh," Ignesia gently lifted the woman off of
her and discreetly tucked the device back into the folds of her
short skirt. "It's our little secret," she whispered the words
against the young woman's neck, as she laid Rena on the fur next to
her.
The celebration taking place all around them
seemed to disappear from both women's minds, as Ignesia gazed down
into gray eyes shining with wonder. Ignesia, who was larger than
the redhead, covered Rena with her body. She was careful not to
reveal anything to the woman, as they continued their mutual
explorations.
Ignesia suddenly jumped to her feet and held
out a hand to the redhead. "Come with me," she beckoned to the
startled woman. "I want to show you something."
Rena merely nodded and took the outstretched
hand. Ignesia deftly pulled her to her feet and strong hands
steadied her when she nearly toppled from a swift bout of vertigo
that overcame her. When she nodded that she was okay, Ignesia led
them away from the village center and they disappeared into the
darkness.
***
"She's up to something," Ephiny commented to
Gabrielle, who was once again wrapped in her partner's
embrace.
"Who?" Gabrielle eyed the
regent.
"Ignesia," Ephiny said, as she nodded towards
the crowd. "I just saw her disappear with Rena a moment
ago."
"Maybe they're just…" Gabrielle shrugged
and hid her embarrassment in her mug of sweet mead. The heady brew
tickled her tongue and she knew she was already slightly drunk, if
not totally sauced. "There seems to be a lot of that going
around."
"'Cept wif our new mudders," Eponin snorted
and nearly fell over sideways, except that Ephiny managed to right
her in the nick of time. "Can't believe 'leven of 'em gave birth in
a same day," she hiccupped loudly after the last word. "'S really
an-an-any…um…weird to haf Nississa wavin' thos' babies
'round all day." Her speech was really slurred, but she managed to
lift her mug of ale to her lips and down the rest of it in one,
loud gulp. "Artemish was with us this day!" She raised her tankard
and downed its contents.
"Time to pour you into bed, I think," Ephiny
announced, as she stood up and reached down to grab her erstwhile
lover by the arms. "Come on, Pon, let's go."
Pony tried to wave the woman's hands off her,
but only managed to let her empty tankard fly, instead. "'S not
time fer bed, s-shrugar lips. 'S time fer this wild stallion ta
ride me a buckin' bronco."
Ephiny managed to get the woman to her feet
and steady Eponin enough to keep them both from toppling headlong
off the raised platform.
"Say goodnight to everyone, Pony," Ephiny
said, as she lifted one of the drunken woman's arms and wrapped it
securely over her shoulder.
"G'night, Pony," Eponin snickered, as she let
the regent lead her to the stairs and guide her away from the
festivities.
"See you in the morning, my queen!" Ephiny
called, once they were safely down the steps and walking to their
shared hut.
Gabrielle glanced at the other queens who were
watching her with varied expressions that ranged from intensely
amused to utterly exasperated. She just shrugged.
"I don't think there will be much more than
sleeping going on in the regent's hut tonight," Gabrielle
joked.
"Well, I guess I'll retire, as well," Mashuka
hefted her girth out of the chair that had been provided for her in
deference to her inability to sit on the floor with the others.
"I'm looking forward to another day of entertainment, before we
queens have our own fun." She nodded to the others and then turned
to Gabrielle and Xena. "Queen Gabrielle, as always, it was a night
to remember."
Gabrielle didn't move from the warm cocoon she
was wrapped in. "Queen Mashuka, I'm glad you enjoyed our
hospitality once again. I'm also pleased that your warriors did so
well in their respective events."
Mashuka smiled down at the couple. "Not half
as well as your warrior did. Eh, Xena?" She chuckled and her entire
body shook.
"I did okay," Xena answered with a
smile.
Mashuka laughed aloud and slapped her sides
with her pudgy hands. "Warriors!" She pointed a beefy finger at
Gabrielle. "Rest well, Queen Gabrielle."
"And you, Queen Mashuka," Gabrielle
nodded.
They sat in companionable silence for a while
longer, watching the young dancers gyrating around the bonfire and
sipping their respective drinks. Xena was content to just wrap her
arms around the smaller woman and hold her. Their shared warmth
chased away the unseasonable evening chill and the warrior could
smell a summer storm on the slight breeze.
"Queen Gabrielle," a woman with tawny eyes set
wide in a round face sat down next to her.
"Queen Sherina," Gabrielle nodded to the
woman. "I was pleased to see so many of your warriors entered in
the archery events. They have remarkable aim."
The woman nodded her straight blond head and
smiled warmly. "We pride ourselves on developing the finest longbow
archers in the land. I am very pleased by this year's group. They
have far surpassed our highest expectations."
"Maitus is especially skilled," Gabrielle
added. "She also resembles you in looks."
"Maitus is my younger sister," the woman
nodded with a twinkle in her eyes. "I am pleased that you would
notice the resemblance, Queen Gabrielle. Many see only her skills
with a bow."
"I pride myself on my powers of observation,"
Gabrielle smirked. "It's one of my many skills." She felt the warm
leathers behind her shift with laughter and knew their little joke
didn't miss Xena's acute hearing. "So what word do you bring from
the western coastal regions?"
"Things are quite prosperous for us," the
woman answered. "We cannot complain, I dare say. Although there is
always a threat of invasion from our Roman neighbors. Especially
now that they have a new ruler."
"Julius Caesar," Xena growled just loud enough
for Gabrielle's ears to catch.
"I've had my own dealings with the man,"
Gabrielle said. "He's a pompous ass."
"Oh, really?" Sherina's interest was piqued.
"How do you know of him?"
Gabrielle could tell the woman was being
rather condescending toward her, but managed to ignore the rather
snide tone. Sherina reminded her of the snobby elitists in Athens
who liked to look down their noses at everyone, even if they knew
nothing about a person. Gabrielle had experienced that type of
behavior first-hand during those weeks she'd stayed at the Academy
and plied her trade as a bard.
"We were in Britannia when Caesar's men
captured me and hung me on a cross, per his orders," Gabrielle
explained. "And then he ordered his men to break my legs. As
always, Xena came to my rescue just in the nick of time." She
absently patted the warrior's bare knee.
The woman's eyes grew larger than they already
were and she gasped. "What did you do to earn his wrath, Queen
Gabrielle?"
"Nothing." It was Xena's turn to answer.
"Julius Caesar is an arrogant puissant who only believes in his own
destiny." Then she smirked. "He also thinks very little of women,
except when they suit his…um…purposes." She popped a
grape into her mouth and then offered one to the woman in her lap,
who leaned forward and managed to nip one of the warrior's
fingertips with perfect white teeth. Xena ignored her partner's
playful tactic. "You can never trust him to keep his word, nor can
you turn your back on him for a single moment."
"Then he truly is a dangerous man," Sherina
marveled with a gleam of something akin to intrigue in her eyes.
"I wouldn't be surprised to hear some day that
one of his close associates grew tired of his inflated ego and
stuck him like the pig he is," Xena said with a wry smirk. "Wish it
could be me," she added in a hushed whisper, as she kissed the top
of the blond head resting against her chest.
"You know him, as well?" Sherina asked with a
raised brow.
"Xena has even more reason to hate him than I
do," Gabrielle answered with a wry smirk. "He actually broke her
legs after he had her hung on a cross."
"Tsk, tsk," the Amazon queen shook
her head in sympathy. "I am sorry to hear that. I watched you
compete in the games and did not see that his treatment left any
lasting effects."
"Xena has amazing recuperative powers,"
Gabrielle headed off her partner's reply when she felt the body
tense behind her. She knew Xena was only tolerating the woman's
attitude to humor her. She patted the bare thigh and this time she
let her fingers draw circles on the warm skin. "And she met a woman
in Chin who healed her."
"Chin?" Sherina's brow rose into her hairline
and her tone became obnoxious. "I don't believe I've heard of that
province. Is it to the north?"
"Chin is a land to the east," Gabrielle
explained with a tight smile, as her patience ebbed quickly with
the woman's tone. "The woman who healed Xena was the wife of one of
their emperors and mother to the heir to his father's
throne."
"I see," Sherina nodded.
"My Queen," another Amazon approached Sherina
and knelt next to the blond queen.
The young woman was gangly, but had a certain
grace about her that Gabrielle immediately recognized. The newcomer
was one of several Amazons on the dais who was not a queen, but who
had the bearing to eventually take up the mask in the
future.
"Gwyn-Teir," Sherina glanced from the
dark-haired, dark-skinned Amazon newcomer before she returned her
attention to Gabrielle and Xena. "Have you met Princess Gwyn-Teir,
Queen Gabrielle? She carries my right of caste and will make our
people proud when she assumes the throne one day."
Gabrielle nodded at the young woman with the
shining gray-blue eyes. "Very nice to meet you,
Princess."
"The honor is mine, Queen Gabrielle," the
young woman bowed her head to Gabrielle and then smiled. "I have
had the honor to hear your stories. They are quite wonderful and
fascinating. Do you really travel with the one called the Warrior
Princess?"
Gabrielle glanced up at her partner and
smirked. "Princess Gwyn-Teir, this is Xena, also known to many as
the Warrior Princess."
The young woman's eyes got as round as saucers
as she suddenly realized she was in the presence of one of her
greatest heroes. She swallowed down the lump in her throat and
grinned from ear-to-ear.
"I am truly honored, then," Gwyn-Teir gushed,
as she held an arm out and Xena shook it. "I believe we are to
compete in the footrace tomorrow, Xena. It will be a great honor to
just stand at the starting line with you."
Xena merely smiled. "I'm sure you'll do fine,
Princess. You're young. That alone will give you an added advantage
over us geezers."
Gwyn-Teir leaned toward the couple with a
conspiratorial grin. "We may be the only two there who won't be
running that race with a roaring hangover." Then she snickered like
a little kid.
Xena and Gabrielle exchanged a glance and
shrugged. The young woman was probably right, so neither argued her
valid point. Xena finished the ale in her mug. Gabrielle took her
cue from her partner and finished hers, too.
"Time for us 'geezers' to retire," Gabrielle
said as Xena hoisted her to her feet. "It was a pleasure,
ladies."
Sherina eyed them, as Xena put a hand on
Gabrielle's shoulder. The look the woman gave Xena said more than
words ever could. And then she glanced at Gabrielle and saw the
smaller woman snake a protective arm around the warrior's
waist.
"If the two of you ever…" Sherina
began.
"Not a chance in Tartarus," Xena growled and
protectively wrapped an arm around Gabrielle's bare shoulders. "I'm
a one-woman kinda gal."
Xena steered her partner toward the steps and
took them two at a time. Gabrielle kept up with her partner's
longer strides, as Xena practically raced toward the welcome
privacy of their hut. When they were safely inside the dark hut,
Xena immediately moved to the fireplace and stoked the
fire.
"You okay?" Gabrielle wrapped her arms around
the kneeling woman's shoulders and squeezed.
"I'm good," Xena said, as she fanned the fire
and watched it spark to life, casting a warm glow around the room.
She turned in the woman's arms and wrapped her own arms around
Gabrielle. "How about you?"
"Mm," Gabrielle made to consider the question
thoughtfully, then smirked. "I wanted to kick that woman's butt for
coming on to you like that, but…" She
shrugged.
Xena pulled Gabrielle closer, until they were
sharing the same air. "I'd much rather be here with
you."
"Me, too," Gabrielle added.
Their kiss was gentle and exploring at first,
but soon turned as heated as the fire behind Xena. The warrior
effortlessly rose to her feet, picking the bard up in her arms and
depositing Gabrielle on the furs of their bed. She then quickly
divested herself of her armor and leathers.
Gabrielle sat up and watched the warrior-her
warrior-undress until Xena was standing before her in all her naked
glory. It amazed her to have such a perfect specimen of female
glory all to herself. And it sometimes threatened to overwhelm
her.
"Gorgeous," the bard muttered with utter
awe.
"You're a little overdressed, don't you
think?" Xena smirked down at the smaller woman.
The warrior leaned forward and grabbed the
ties of Gabrielle's top in her teeth. With slow and careful
deliberation she used her teeth to loosen the ties enough to lift
the top over the bard's head. She tossed it near her armor and
leathers, then proceeded to the belt of Gabrielle's
skirt.
Gabrielle was enjoying the attention, but her
need to feel Xena against her ruled out over her better sense. With
impatient hands, she removed her clothing. Once her clothes were
shed, she pulled the warrior down on top of her with an impatient
growl.
"Oo, I like it rough," Xena growled in
return.
Their lovemaking was heated and intense. They
tasted and caressed each other with all the love held within their
hearts, showing each other exactly how they felt about the other.
Their kisses were all-consuming and they were soon lost in the
carnal need to meld their souls together.
"Xe…" Gabrielle groaned and panted
breathlessly. "Please…"
The warrior was nonplussed by the pleading in
her lover's tone. She knew exactly how to please Gabrielle and
wanted to show her exactly how much love was bursting from every
pore of her being. Slowly and deliberately, Xena drove Gabrielle to
the brink.
Strong hands kneaded soft flesh while warm
lips explored every inch of Gabrielle's body. Gabrielle felt the
world fall away as her entire being centered on Xena's
ministrations. Every touch, every caress sent flames of desire
shooting through to the very core and back out into every fiber of
her being. She was on fire with desire.
And then Xena brought her to the pinnacle of
sweet ecstasy and plunged them both over the great chasm. The world
around them exploded into a million shards of cosmic dust that
suddenly reassembled into two breathless lovers.
And then they were floating on a cloud of
Elysian bliss far beyond the heavens themselves.
Xena felt like her entire world centered on
the woman in her arms. They were one again-body, mind and soul. It
was strange, yet blissful at the same time. Never having
experienced anything like it in all her life, the warrior was at a
loss as to how to deal with all the feelings and emotions that
suddenly threatened to overwhelm her.
Without waiting for the last vestiges of their
coupling to abate, Xena plunged right back in for another go. She
poured everything into pleasing her lover with all of the vast
knowledge she had acquired during her travels. Nothing was taboo as
she used her skills to bring them both to the edge of that
exquisite abyss once again.
Sweat-slicked bodies shuddered in perfect
unison, as they shared a mutual release that rocked them both to
the very core. It lasted for an eternity as they held on for dear
life and moved together in perfect union. They touched each other's
souls. Their hearts beat as one.
In her mind's eye, Xena saw the light of
Gabrielle's soul like a beacon in the darkness that surrounded her.
She desperately tried to cling to her darkness and wrap it around
her like a shroud. But it was no match for the light emanating from
the smaller woman joined completely with her. And then Xena was
engulfed in a warm glow that cleansed her very soul. It surrounded
her and washed over her, touching every fiber, every nerve of her
being. She experienced all the love the bard poured into it and
knew her own love matched Gabrielle's. The whole experience lasted
mere moments and was like nothing she had ever known. It was
ethereal. Surreal. It was pure bliss.
And then they were again floating together on
a cloud, as they slowly descended back to earth and found
themselves returning to their earthly bodies tingling with residual
electric energy. They lay there together in a tangle of limbs.
Panting. Limp. Spent. Silent, except for their shared breathing and
the synchronous beating of their hearts.
"Wha…?" Gabrielle tried to speak, but
found she could barely form a coherent thought.
"Still…not…sure…" Xena
managed, though she was just as overwhelmed as her
lover.
They lay there for almost an entire
candlemark, just reveling in the afterglow of that incredible
experience. Neither woman spoke, neither moved. They just lay
there, until Gabrielle finally shifted slightly and managed to
break the spell.
"Xena?" The bard finally said, as she blew a
lock of dark hair away from her nose.
"Hm?"
"What just…happened?"
"I don't know," was the warrior's stilted
answer.
"You've had more…um…experience
than I have," Gabrielle continued. "Has
that…ever…"
"Never," Xena responded. "Nothing comes even
remotely close to what just happened."
"Even when you…um…were with Ares?"
Gabrielle prodded further.
Xena snorted. "Ares was never interested in
pleasing anyone but himself. So, no."
"Borias?"
Xena shifted until she was lying next to
Gabrielle with her head propped on her hand. "The only thing Borias
and I shared was Solon. Otherwise, we took what we could from each
other and gave very little in return." She brushed the bangs back
from Gabrielle's eyes. "You just gave me a gift more precious than
anything even the gods could conjure."
"Ambrosia?"
"Tastes like dirt in comparison." Xena
smirked.
Gabrielle smiled broadly. "I guess that
describes it best. Because I don't know what just happened, but it
was…Amazing doesn't even come close to what I just
experienced. Remarkable pales in comparison. I don't even think the
gods would understand what we just experienced."
"The Elysian Fields sure can't hold a candle
to it," Xena added with a wink.
Gabrielle absently ran her fingers along
Xena's bare hip and felt the warrior's skin shiver at her touch.
She gazed into the blue eyes watching her intently and then glanced
at the swollen lips just inches from her own. She licked her own
lips and wanted nothing more than to kiss them again. She just
couldn't get enough.
With a firm but gentle hand, Gabrielle pushed
Xena onto her back and proceeded with her own assault on the
warrior's body. She put everything she had learned into her
ministrations, as she took her lover to the same plain they had
left only moments before. It was as exquisite as before and
more.
Xena was right. It wasn't ambrosia at all.
Ambrosia paled miserably in comparison to what they experienced
together. The gods themselves could never know such ecstasy,
Gabrielle was sure of it. Why else would the immortals always
clamor for a taste of mortal existence? Why else would they deign
to join with those they treated like dogs?
Nothing could have prepared either woman for
the sudden and unexpected release that seized them both in that
moment. The world suddenly spun completely out of control and a
wave of pure ecstasy engulfed them both. Wave after exquisite wave
rolled over them both, as they gave into the overwhelming
sensations and rode the tide of their mutual
passion.
When the warrior finally collapsed against the
furs, panting heavily from her efforts, she was completely spent.
She barely managed to move her arm in order to allow Gabrielle to
crawl into the nook of her shoulder. Xena felt the bard's slow and
deliberate movements, as Gabrielle finally made her way into her
favorite spot.
"Xena?"
"Hm?"
"Is this normal?" The bard asked in low
purr.
"Not that I know of," Xena managed to utter,
as sank down into the arms of sleep. "Thank…you,
love."
"Yer welcome," Gabrielle settled her head onto
a warm shoulder with a soft sigh. "'Night, Xe."
"'Night, love," Xena said as she drifted off
into a dreamless sleep.
***
"Ignesia," Rena panted, as she tried to keep
up with the taller Amazon's longer strides.
Ignesia practically dragged the redhead
through the forest at a pace that would have put a good lather on
even the heartiest horse. They'd been traveling for the better part
of two candlemarks and were almost to their destination. Her sexual
ardor temporarily sated by Rena's ardor back in the village,
Ignesia was charged to begin the ceremony that would set her plans
into motion.
"Almost there," Ignesia answered the woman's
unspoken question.
They were deep in the heart of the woods that
set the northern boundary for her people's lands. That's where she
had told the Northern Amazons to await her arrival. They had set up
camp several leagues farther north in an effort to remain hidden
from any scouts who happened to patrol those woods. Ignesia made
sure the Northern Amazons stayed well hidden and had even
volunteered to lead the northern patrols to ensure no one found out
about them. She had chosen her most loyal followers to make up the
patrols, despite Solari's protestations to the
contrary.
Ignesia saw a soft glow of torchlight ahead
and slowed her pace. She kept a firm hold on Rena's arm as they
approached the small clearing. It was the perfect place for her to
meet up with Cyane and her retinue of advisors. The Northern Amazon
queen was her main contact and was very impatient to finally put
their plans into motion. But she was also very superstitious and
wanted her priestesses to sanction their endeavors.
Ignesia broke through the underbrush and
stopped at the edge of the clearing, pulling Rena up next to
her.
"What's going on?" Rena's eyes grew large and
round at the sight before her.
Twenty leather-clad women with antlers on
their heads stood on the other side of the open space. The women
wore winter leathers with long tunics that hung to their knees. The
front of each woman's tunic was decorated with a unique design and
their antlers were from a variety of different animals. The blond
woman at the center of the group stepped forward and eyed the
newcomers with open suspicion.
"Ignesia," the blond glanced at
Rena.
"Cyane," Ignesia acknowledged the queen's
presence with a waist-deep bow and pulled her companion down with
her. As they straightened, Ignesia continued, "I have what you need
for your ceremony."
Ignesia turned a menacing smile on Rena that
sent a shiver of dread down the smaller redhead's spine. Ignesia
then returned her attention to the group of women and watched
someone else step forward to stand next to the queen. Ignesia
yanked Rena forward with her until they were both standing in front
of the women. The shorter of the two Northern Amazons eyed Rena
with a mixture of anticipation and skepticism.
"Is this the sacrifice?" The woman next to the
queen asked.
Ignesia shoved Rena toward the
elaborately-decorated woman. Colored beads and bones decorated the
shorter woman's outfit. A skull the size of a small baby's dangled
from a leather thong around the woman's neck. Ignesia saw
realization register in Rena's eyes right before four women stepped
forward at a silent signal from the shamaness and grabbed Rena's
arms and legs. The women lifted a struggling Rena into the air and
carried her over to a flat stone situated behind the
others.
"NOOOO!!!" Rena screamed until a
thick strip of leather was shoved into her mouth and tied
firmly.
The Northern Amazons began chanting in a low,
hushed murmur, as the four women firmly held Rena on top of the
cold slab. The cadence of the chant remained the same, but the
volume soon grew, as several of the women writhed and danced around
the boulder in eerie syncopation.
Ignesia looked on with rapt attention, as the
two Northern Amazons before her slowly walked toward the
sacrificial altar. The shorter of the two, who she knew was their
shamaness, pulled a long, curved dagger from beneath her tunic and
held it up high above her head with a loud yell.
"I call upon the spirits to guide my hand and
make my aim true!" The shamaness said as she stopped in front of
the altar.
Rena's eyes widened and she struggled
valiantly all the harder to free herself from the firm, unyielding
hands grapsing her. Her screams were muffled by the thick leather
strap tied around her mouth, but scream she did. She knew what was
going to happen and so did Ignesia. Rena's eyes met Ignesia's and
pleaded silently for help from her Thracian Amazon sister. But Rena
soon realized the futility of her silent request. The look in
Ignesia's eyes told her that the woman would allow the Northern
Amazons to do anything they thought necessary in order to carry out
her plans.
Ignesia moved into the circle of dancing
Amazons and took her place at Rena's head. She looked down into the
frightened eyes of the woman who had given her carnal pleasure only
a few short candlemarks ago. A pang of guilt hit her, but she
quickly pushed it aside and concentrated on the goal in sight now.
The Northern Amazons would see that her wishes were carried out as
soon as they performed their ritual. It was only a matter of time
now and the Usurper would fall, as would the bitch that traveled
with her.
"Don't worry, sister," Ignesia said, as she
gently stroked Rena's pale cheek. "Soon you will be dancing with
our sisters in the eternal hunting grounds. Your sacrifice will go
down in the annals of history as one of the greatest deeds our
sisters have ever known. We will sing of your heroic sacrifice
until we meet again in the afterlife." She bent forward and kissed
the still-struggling woman's forehead.
Ignesia's gaze lifted and took in the strange
trancelike demeanor of the women around her. They were all chanting
now. The torches flickered eerily and cast strange shadows around
them. Ignesia could feel her own heart beating in time to the chant
that was gaining strength and growing louder.
The shamaness held the dagger high overhead
and spoke in a clear voice that rang out over the loud chanting.
"Spirits! Guide my hand and walk with me on my journey to the Land
of Our Mothers! Give me strength to see and accept the visions that
you would show me! Breathe the breath of life into my being as I
offer this creature and use her essence to travel into your
bosom!"
And with that she plunged the dagger into
Rena's chest. Ignesia watched with a mixture of horror and
fascination as her sister writhed in agony and eventually stilled.
The shamaness extracted the dagger and plunged her hand into the
bloody opening she'd created. Then she yanked her hand out and held
up Rena's still-beating heart for all to see. The chanting stopped
and the dancers stilled. A hush fell over the clearing, broken only
by the crackle of the torches.
One of the women stepped forward with a wooden
bowl in her hands and her head bowed. The shamaness deposited the
heart in the bowl and returned her attention to the body before
her. She plunged her hand into the open cavity again and produced
another bloody organ. Another woman stepped forward with a wooden
bowl in her hands as well and the shamaness repeated the process.
Ignesia could not tear her eyes away from the
bloody scene as the shamaness cleared out Rena's entire body of its
vital organs, each one deposited into a separate bowl until each
Amazon held a bowl. Then the shamaness handed Ignesia a bowl that
contained a dark-red organ. The bowl was warm in her hands and
smelled of fresh blood.
"My sisters!" The shamaness announced, as she
held up the bowl with the heart in it. "You will be my link to the
world of the living!" Each woman held up her bowl and Ignesia
followed their lead. "Your strength will guide me back from my
journey!"
"Go with the spirits!" The women all said in
unison.
They then lifted their bowls to their lips and
drank the blood. In unison, they dropped their bowls to the earth
and began to chant again. This chant was much different than the
first chant. It was more spiritual-more guttural-and took on a more
urgent cadence.
When the sharp tang of the blood hit her
nostrils, Ignesia felt nausea overwhelm her. She was only able to
sip a tiny bit of the blood before she dropped the bowl to the
ground with the others. A strange feeling of euphoria suddenly came
over her and she felt the blood rush through her veins with the
tempo of the chant. Her head pounded and she watched the world tilt
before she was on the ground and all was completely still. She
didn't fight the darkness that suddenly washed over her. She just
let herself sink into the oblivion that welcomed
her.
Chapter 5
Gabrielle gasped and sat bolt upright with her
fist held tightly to her bare chest. Strong arms quickly engulfed
her, and she sank gratefully into the embrace, but her heart
continued to pound wildly in her chest. Each beat seemed to bring
with it a surge of energy and a blinding stab of
pain.
"What is it?" Xena's voice was raspy with
sleep. "Gabrielle?"
The room was dark, except for a few glowing
embers that cast an eerie reddish tint around them. Gabrielle
breathed in deeply and let the breath out slowly in an effort to
calm herself enough to speak. The last vestiges of the nightmare
were still fresh in her mind and seemed to stay with her, even
though she was now fully awake.
"I…" the bard began and then felt a
sudden rush of bile rise in her throat. "Argh!" She
groaned loudly and broke free of Xena's hold, then frantically
scrambled over to the side of the bed.
She made it to the edge in time to heave onto
the floor. Her entire body shook violently and she lost herself
momentarily to the waves of nausea that washed over her. Her body
continued its rebellion until dry heaves wracked
her.
Xena patiently rubbed her lover's bare back,
as she watched Gabrielle with growing concern. Her lover's sudden
illness was alarming, to say the least, and Xena could only
silently wrack her brain for a reason behind it. They had both
shared a trencher of venison stew and a loaf of freshly-baked brown
bread at the evening meal, so that couldn't be the reason for the
sudden illness. Xena felt perfectly fine. She also knew they'd been
sleeping peacefully in each other's arms after their exhaustive
lovemaking.
When it appeared that the worst of the nausea
was finally past, Xena waited a few moments longer to make sure.
Then her lover collapsed in a boneless heap beside her. Xena gently
stroked Gabrielle's side and hip and wondered briefly if a
conversation with the gods wasn't in order.
"You okay?" Xena said when Gabrielle didn't
speak.
"Ungh," the bard groaned
blearily.
"What happened?" Xena asked with concern.
"Talk to me, Gabrielle."
"Water first," the bard croaked
softly.
Xena scooted to her side of the bed, grabbed
the pitcher off the small table and poured water into a small cup.
She returned to the bard's side and gently lifted Gabrielle into
her arms.
"Here," Xena said as she lifted the cup to the
bard's lips.
Gabrielle finished the cup's contents in three
huge gulps, the last of which she swished around in her mouth until
she could no longer taste the bile still lingering
there.
"Ugh," she groaned at last. Her bleary eyes
met Xena's and she saw the concern in their blue depths. "I had a
really bad dream."
"Nightmare?" A dark brow
lifted.
Gabrielle nodded. "Weird, too."
"Tell me."
Silence reigned in the small cabin, as the
glowing embers continued to cast eerie shadows on the walls.
Gabrielle just lay there for a long while, as she collected her
thoughts. The nightmare was already quickly fading, and she didn't
know if she could really describe it all before it faded from her
consciousness altogether.
"I was suddenly pulled into the forest," she
said in a quiet voice that quivered slightly. The bard took a deep
breath and continued. "It was dark, really dark. And then I saw a
light. In an instant I was standing in a clearing with several
Amazons. I didn't recognize any of them. They all wore strange
ceremonial dress, antlers on their heads and winter leathers, as
they stood beside a large boulder. And then…"
Xena's brow furrowed at the woman's words.
"Winter leathers and antlers?" She repeated. "Sounds like Northern
Amazons to me." She kissed Gabrielle's bare shoulder and wrapped
protective arms around the bard. "Then what
happened?"
"I'm not sure," Gabrielle shivered
unconsciously at the fading memory. "They were all chanting and
then…" She swallowed down the bile that suddenly rose in her
throat. "They all fell to the ground and I saw…" She shook
her head in an effort to dispel the graphic vision.
Xena moved in closer and spooned her body
against the bard's, offering her silent support. She had no idea
what Gabrielle's nightmare meant, but the woman in her arms was
definitely affected by the intensity of it.
"They all had bowls in their hands," Gabrielle
continued in a small voice. "There was a body on the
boulder."
"A body?"
Gabrielle nodded. "I recognized her. She's one
of the women from our village. Her name is Rena." She swallowed
down another wave of nausea. "I saw her leave with Ignesia
after…"
Xena leaned up on her elbow and looked down at
Gabrielle with deep concern. The bard's face was lined with tension
and a frown creased her otherwise worry-free brow.
"I saw them," Xena said. "Tried to ignore what
they were doing, but they seemed not to care if anyone was
watching. When they were done, they took off. I thought nothing of
it."
"Ignesia was there," Gabrielle added barely
above a whisper. "She was one of the women lying on the
ground."
"Okay," Xena said. "So then what
happened?"
"Then I wasn't there anymore," Gabrielle said
as she blew out a frustrated breath. "I was somewhere else
altogether. It was lighter, but…weird? Everything was so
vivid, so sharp-creepy, like in a strange painting. And then I
turned and saw…" She shook her head. "A skull hung from a
leather thong around her neck and her antlers were different from
the others. She looked right at me, and then she was suddenly
standing right in front of me. She glared at me and grabbed my
throat." Gabrielle lifted a hand to her throat and winced. "It was
so real."
Xena peered down at Gabrielle's throat. The
last vestiges of faint red fingerprints were barely visible on the
woman's skin. Alarm bells suddenly went off in the warrior's head
as the full impact of the bard's words hit her.
"Gabrielle," Xena said, as she lifted the
woman into a sitting position and gazed deeply into her eyes. "Tell
me what you saw."
"She was choking me and I…" Gabrielle
considered what she'd done in the dream. "I punched her in the
face, I think. Clobbered her hard enough to give her a bloody nose.
She jerked away and…" Gabrielle shook her
head.
A grin broke out on the warrior's face.
"And?"
"She disappeared and reappeared beside me,"
Gabrielle said. "Then she grabbed my chest, no…" She glanced
down at her left breast and then back up into Xena's eyes. "She
tried to put her hand right through my chest."
"It was real," Xena said as she eyed the
purpling mark just below Gabrielle's left breast.
"It…It was?" Gabrielle couldn't believe
her ears. "How…?"
"You somehow got caught up in her vision
walk," Xena explained. "The only person I know who can pass from
this existence into the next is a fully-trained shamaness, like
Alti."
"Alti?" Gabrielle considered the name for a
moment. "That name sounds vaguely familiar. Why?"
"She was the shamaness who helped
me…um…kill the Amazon queens," Xena said. "It was her
idea to trap them in the trees and skewer them on the branches. She
wanted to use their blood-especially Cyane's blood-for one of her
sick rituals. Cyane had spiritual powers that Alti needed to
harness for her own ends. She was big on blood ceremonies, vision
walks and harnessing fear."
Gabrielle shuddered. "I think I remember her.
She had dark eyes and hair, and wore antlers similar to the ones
worn by the woman in my…er…dream."
"Alti was evil incarnate," Xena sneered. "May
she rot in the bowels of Tartarus for what she made me do for
her."
"It wasn't Alti, though," Gabrielle shook her
head. "The woman who attacked me wasn't Alti. This woman was
smaller, slighter, and she had light-brown hair. Her eyes were
different, too. Lighter. The color of violets in
bloom."
"That's a good sign, at least," Xena breathed
out an exasperated sigh. "I really don't want to deal with Alti
just now. We have enough going on here already."
"What about the shamaness I saw in my dream,
Xena?" Gabrielle asked. "And how did I get sucked in there with
her?"
"First of all," Xena took the woman's hands
into her own. "I don't think it was a dream. I think it was a
vision. And I have no idea how you ended up there with her. As far
as I know, the only way for you to walk a vision quest is for you
to drink the blood of a fresh kill during a ritual. Sounds like the
women you saw at first-the ones with bowls of blood near them-were
part of the ritual."
"All I had to drink was cider, Xena,"
Gabrielle couldn't believe her ears. "There's no way that would
cause this to happen, is there?"
"No clue," Xena answered, as she squeezed the
hands in hers. "Maybe this weirdness you've been experiencing
lately has something to do with what happened. Maybe it's all
connected."
Xena squeezed Gabrielle's hands one last time,
hopped off the bed and quickly donned her leathers and
armor.
"Xena?" Gabrielle glanced out the window and
then back at the warrior, who was pulling on a wrist bracer. "Where
do you think you're going? It's the middle of the night." She
jumped from the bed and helped Xena tie the bracer.
"I'm gonna get to the bottom of this," Xena
answered with conviction. "It's time I had a little chat with a
certain someone."
Gabrielle glanced up from the bracer she was
tying. "And why can't you just call on-I'm assuming you're gonna
call on Ares, right? Why can't you just…"
"Can't," Xena answered before the bard could
continue. "He won't step foot inside the village because the
Amazons…"
"Are Artemis' people," Gabrielle finished for
her. "We're under her protection."
"We really need to stop…"
"…finishing each other's sentences?"
Gabrielle glanced up again and caught the raised-brow
look.
"You'd better put on some clothes," Xena ogled
the bard's body. "Ephiny is on her way over here and…" She
raised her brows several times. "You're a little under-dressed for
visitors, love. I'll be back as soon as I get some answers, even if
I have to chop him into little pieces and feed them to his damned
dog to get them," she finished the last by shoving her sword into
the scabbard at her back. "I may just start with a certain
appendage that he values so much." She smirked.
Xena pulled Gabrielle into a hug, then kissed
her deeply. When they finally broke apart again it was to the sound
of a light tap on the door.
"Hang on, Eph!" Xena called and eyed her lover
with a knowing look.
Gabrielle quickly grabbed the shift she'd
thrown over the back of a chair and donned it. Xena then opened the
door and waved a hand inside.
The regent stepped into the hut with a
confused look from the fully-clothed warrior to her semi-clothed
queen.
"Going somewhere, Xena?" Ephiny commented,
when the warrior backed into the doorway.
"Gabrielle will explain," Xena answered and
then pulled the door closed behind her.
Ephiny stood there for a moment with a look of
utter confusion. She glanced around the cabin and noticed that the
fire had burned down to lowly embers. Then she took in the sight of
something on the floor. Her gaze met Gabrielle's.
"Well?" Ephiny eyed Gabrielle with a mixture
of curiosity and expectancy.
"First, tell me why you're here," Gabrielle
shot back with a raised brow. "It's the middle of the night, Eph.
Shouldn't you be in bed with…um…well, you
know."
"I was in bed with…um…you
know," Ephiny crossed her arms over her chest. "But then I got a
little midnight craving and decided to head over to the meal hut
for a snack." A blond brow rose on her features. "That's when I
heard the commotion over here and decided to
investigate."
"Commotion?" Gabrielle was confused now. "What
commotion?"
"Not sure," Ephiny shrugged. "I heard a
high-pitched scream and then it sounded like something crashed
against your outside wall."
Gabrielle padded over to the window and looked
outside. All was quiet, except for the incessant sounds of the
crickets. Not completely satisfied with her quick glance out the
window, Gabrielle padded over to the door and walked outside in her
bare feet. There was a slight chill in the air, but it wasn't
enough for her to run back inside for her boots.
"Gabirelle!" Ephiny hissed, as she followed
the woman outside. "What are you doing out here dressed like
that?"
"What?" Gabrielle hissed back. "You think my
green top and skirt offer more coverage than my shift?" She plucked
at the fabric.
Gabrielle walked around the perimeter of the
hut and surveyed the ground. She had no idea what she was looking
for but figured she'd know it when she saw it. She couldn't see
very much in the inky darkness. The moon had already set and the
stars didn't offer much light to see by.
"What exactly are you looking for out here?"
Ephiny said from right beside her. "And why is there vomit on the
floor next to your bed? Are you okay?"
Gabrielle jumped slightly, but managed to
quickly recover from her startled reaction. "Shh."
"Why?" Ephiny whispered loudly.
"Do you mind?" Gabrielle quickly finished her
assessment and climbed back onto the porch. "I'm trying to work
here."
She'd stepped in something warm and sticky
with one bare foot and glanced down at it. Gabrielle sucked in a
breath when she noticed that her pale foot was covered in something
dark. She couldn't tell what it was, even in the minimal light
coming through the open door to the hut.
"What's that?" Ephiny verbalized the question
in Gabrielle's mind.
"Not sure," Gabrielle answered, as she stepped
closer to the door and lifted her foot to get a better
look.
"Is that…"
"Blood," Gabrielle quickly cut in, as a shiver
of dread raced down her spine. "I stepped in it over there." She
pointed to the side of the hut that faced the
village.
Ephiny went inside and returned with the
pitcher of water. She then poured some of the water over
Gabrielle's upraised foot. With the blood washed away, Gabrielle
walked inside the hut and quickly dressed in her everyday wear. She
was just donning her boots when Ephiny stepped into the doorway
holding a large black thing dangling from one hand.
"What the…??" Gabrielle stopped what she
was doing to look more closely at the dangling
object.
"It's a raven," Ephiny eyed the rather large
bird dangling from the tip of the wing she was holding. "I found it
near your window. Looks like it tried to fly through the window but
missed and hit the outside wall, instead. The impact broke its neck
and there was a pool of blood running from its mouth. That's
probably what you stepped in."
"Why didn't we see it when we walked past
there, then?" Gabrielle shot a look of confusion to the
woman.
"There's a small bush just below the window
and to one side," Ephiny answered. "It was caught in the bush and I
had to wrestle it out."
"It's dead then?" Gabrielle shuddered
again.
"Yep," Ephiny said. "Probably died the instant
it hit the wall. Not sure why it would try to fly through your
window, though. We don't get many birds trying to do that around
here. And your window was covered. It's not like it thought it
could fly into the hut." She looked distastefully at the creature.
"Not a good omen, either way."
"What do you mean?"
"According to legend, ravens are harbingers of
death," Ephiny tossed the carcass off the porch. "I'll send someone
by later to clean up the mess and bury that thing." She walked
inside the hut, wiping her hands on her leather skirt with disgust.
"Can't believe I touched it."
"Why don't you use the cake of soap in our
washroom and some of that water in the pitcher to wash your hands,"
Gabrielle suggested. "In the meantime, I'll make us some
tea."
The two women went about their tasks with
equal focus. Gabrielle couldn't help wondering why a raven would
try to fly through the covered window of their hut and when the
creature had actually tried to do it. She finally came to the
conclusion that it was probably about the same time she woke up
from the nightmare she'd been having. That brought another shudder,
but she just tucked the thought away and went about her
task.
***
"ARES!!!" Xena shouted at the top of her lungs
once she was safely away from prying ears and eyes. "ARES!!! I KNOW
YOU'RE OUT HERE SOMEWHERE!!! SHOW YOURSELF, YOU
SPINELESS…"
She waited and waited for a response. Nothing
moved in the forest around her. There was no bird song and not a
single cricket chirped anywhere nearby, nor were there the
customary night noises that were usually present on a calm summer's
night. It was deathly still and eerily quiet all around
her.
"He can't come," Aphrodite was suddenly
standing behind the warrior, who spun around at the sound of the
goddess' voice.
Aphrodite was bathed in a soft, pink glow that
illuminated them both. The glow extended a few paces in all
directions, but not far enough to light up the forest
completely.
"And why not?" Xena ground out between
clenched teeth. She wasn't accustomed to having the Goddess of Love
pop in on her, so her senses weren't attuned to anything but Ares'
presence. "Where is he?"
"He was sent away," Aphrodite said with a dour
look. "Daddy was furious when Artie and Athena told him about what
Ares tried to do to the little one. So, Daddy sent Ares to a place
where he can't get into any trouble until after you two babes have
lived out your lives and moved on. He said it was the least he
could do."
"Zeus banished his own son because of us?"
Xena gave the goddess an incredulous look that turned into a
full-fledged smile. "Seriously?"
Aphrodite held up a hand. "Hey, I'm so totally
not, like, thrilled about it. Ares is my brother, ya know? He
doesn't deserve to be thrown aside like yesterday's
garbage."
Xena sobered instantly. "Enough about Ares,"
she said, as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't give a
rat's ass about that…"
"Zip the lip, warrior-babe," Aphrodite held up
a staying hand. "I'm here 'cause you called and the Gabster is,
like, a friend. So?"
Xena's brow hiked, but she decided not to
comment on the goddess' last words. She knew the gods had no idea
what friendship and love were all about, but maybe, just maybe,
Aphrodite was a little different. After all, she was the Goddess of
Love. So, Xena decided to give her the benefit of the
doubt.
"Did Ares leave a residual mark on Gabrielle?"
Xena just dove right in.
"Residual mark?" Aphrodite considered that for
a moment. "No, I don't think that's possible at this point. He
doesn't…um…He isn't…Erg!…How can I put
this?" She gazed up at the inky canopy above for a moment and then
met Xena's expectant gaze. "Ares doesn't have it in him right now.
So, the answer is no."
"Could he have put a curse or something like
it on an object, then?" Xena continued.
Aphrodite considered that a moment. "Do you
mean, like, the dagger of Helios? That kind of
curse?"
"Similar, yes," Xena nodded. "Is it possible
for you guys to put a curse or spell or something on an object that
would cause a mortal to do crazy things?"
Aphrodite shook her head and her blond curls
flounced around her face. "Not possible. Nope."
"What about the dagger of Helios, then?" Xena
decided to try a different tact.
"Not one of ours," Aphrodite answered.
"Seriously, none of us can, like, even imagine how that one popped
into existence. Coulda been an ancient sorceress. Probably one of
Daddy's old flames," she scoffed, rolled her eyes and absently
flicked a blond curl. "He always was one to piss off the ladies.
Not sure how he manages to keep the Crones in line, though. Those
three seem to love him to pieces. The Fates, too."
"What about demons?" Xena ignored the jibe and
continued. "Are there any here in Greece?"
"Shaaaa, as if," the goddess scoffed. "They
know we don't put up with their kind on our turf. Daddy caught one
trying to hone in on our eastern border once and fried the little
pipsqueak with one intsy little spark. That spark dried up the
Pelonios River and took out an entire forest. All that's left now
is a little patch of green near the beach. A beach I love to
frequent, I might add." She gave the warrior a playful
wink.
"Okay, what about Dahak?" Xena knew she was
getting nowhere fast, but decided one more question couldn't hurt.
"He could be considered a demon."
"Urgh!" The goddess actually cringed at the
name. "Not a nice guy, let me tell ya. He makes Ares look like the
poster child for love and peace."
"So?"
"He snuck up on us and managed to weasel his
way into earning a following before we could, like, catch him,"
Aphrodite scowled. "Daddy tried to kick his butt back where it
belongs, but…"
"But?" Xena prodded when the goddess didn't
immediately continue.
Aphrodite huffed. "He's gained strength and
his followers are multiplying like rabbits."
"Even with Hope dead?" Xena couldn't believe
her ears.
"Hope?" Aphrodite was bewildered by the
name.
"That's what Gabrielle named the child
Dahak…planted inside her." It was Xena's turn to blow out an
exasperated breath.
"Seriously? She named that little she-demon?"
Aphrodite dropped her hands to her hips and scowled. "Thought she
of all mortals would know better than to name the offspring of evil
incarnate. Naming it gives it strength, ya know? That's why those
folks down in Indus have so much trouble with the little buggers.
Idiots keep naming them and giving them power."
"Gabrielle didn't know Hope was evil
until…after," Xena defended her partner's error in judgment.
"So what happened to Dahak after Hope died?"
"Didn't seem to phase him a bit," Aphrodite
said. "He's still chalkin' up followers and they're still holding
secret rituals all over the countryside. Daddy's having fits about
the whole mess. Says he should just smoke the demon out and blow
Dahak to pieces, like he did with that other
pipsqueak."
"Can he do that?"
"Not sure," the goddess shook her head. "Dahak
might actually be too powerful for any of us to handle at this
point. It would take a much stronger force to defeat the big ugly."
The goddess twirled a lock of hair around her finger. "But Hercules
is on the case, so I'm sure he'll come up with something to put the
beast back in its cage."
"Hercules is taking on Dahak?" Xena tried to
wrap her mind around that revelation. "Alone?"
"Yep," Aphrodite nodded. "Little bro'll figure
out what makes the beast tick." Then a gleam came into her eyes.
"Why all the 4-1-1, warrior-babe?"
"Excuse me?"
"What's with all the questions?" Aphrodite
clarified.
"Oh," Xena said. "There's something going on
with Gabrielle and I'm trying to figure out if one of you is
responsible or if it's something altogether
unrelated."
"What's up with the Gabster?" Aphrodite's
demeanor actually reflected genuine concern. "Is she sick again?
Are you two…um…having…" She smirked, wagged a
finger and wiggled her eyebrows several times, "…problems in
the sack?"
"Noooooo," Xena couldn't help the blush that
suffused her cheeks.
"Okaaaaaay, so what gives?"
"Strange things have been happening to her
lately," Xena said after she cleared her throat. "Really strange
things."
"Demonic strange? Or just your
bargain-basement everyday kinda regular strange?" Aphrodite
suddenly had a pair of eyeglasses in her hand, which she perched on
her nose. "It's hard tellin' with you two. One never knows what to
expect." She cocked a hip. "Then again, big bro isn't around to
harass you, so…"
A thin chain dangled down one cheek and she
looked like a scholar, except for all the frothy clothing and curly
blond hair. She snapped her fingers and a pink lounge chair
appeared, as well as a small pink divan and a Tiffany lamp that
cast a soft golden glow around the quiet forest.
"I really don't know," Xena answered, as she
eyed the goddess' new look and just shook her head. "Could be most
anything."
"Sit, sit, sit. I'm tired of craning my neck
to see your face," Aphrodite stretched out on the lounge chair and
waved Xena to the divan. "So, exactly what kinds of things are we
talking here?"
The warrior hesitated a moment, before taking
a seat. "She picked up a pair of weapons I had made for her and
knew how to use them," Xena explained matter-of-factly. "Then she
picked up a sword and went berserk against a bunch of guys who
attacked us during a picnic."
"Awww, you took Gabbie on a picnic? How
romantic," the goddess gushed with a huge grin. "Didn't know ya had
it in ya, champ. Was it romantic? Did you…"
"Focus, Aphrodite," Xena growled and then
cleared her throat again. "When she woke up three days later,
Gabrielle didn't remember what she'd done or anything that had
happened for six moons prior to the picnic. Then I left to fetch
the healer and when we returned, Gabrielle was having a strange
convulsive fit. She finally woke up from that and remembered
everything, except the fight. And then there's the incredible,
mindblowing…um…"
"Sex?" Aphrodite zeroed in on that like a bat
to bugs. "Oooo, share what that's been like," she actually clapped
her hands together several times and grinned from ear to ear in
anticipation. "I want all the juicy details. Don't leave anything
out."
Xena blew out another exasperated breath and
just girded herself. "It's like we're climbing inside each other
and sharing the same skin-maybe even the same soul. I don't know
how else to explain it."
Aphrodite's expression fell. "You're
definitely not the bard in the family, Tau Delta
Delta."
"Tau Delta Delta?"
"Tall-dark-and-deadly," Aphrodite smirked and
adjusted her specks with a flourish. "Or would you prefer
warrior-babe?"
"It's just Xena," the warrior actually rolled
her eyes.
"Oooookay," Aphrodite nodded sagely. "So, you
two are having rockin' sex and this alarms you…why,
exactly?"
"It's not…It doesn't feel…It feels
too…erm…" Xena slapped a hand to her eyes and trailed
it down her face, as she leaned forward and rested her arms on her
knees. "Just trust me when I tell you it's not normal,
okay?"
"Abnormal sex, mmhm," the goddess nodded, as
she popped in a quill and scroll and began making notes. "Go
on."
"Then there was the dream she had tonight,"
Xena managed to continue without laughing at the goddess' antics.
"Actually, I think it was more of a vision."
"Gabs is having visions?" The goddess rounded
on the warrior and confronted her. "Why didn't you tell me this
right off the bat?"
"Wha…"
"Is this the first vision she's had? Does she
have them often? Have you ever seen her have one?" The goddess
rattled off the questions in rapid-fire succession. "What are the
visions about? Who is in them? When do they occur? Are they always
at night or does she have them during the daytime,
too?"
"I…I'm not sure," Xena managed to say,
as the goddess stared at her with an expectant look in her blue
eyes. "She has dreams and nightmares, but…"
"How do you know it wasn't just a nightmare,
then?"
"She told me about it," Xena answered. "Said
she was pulled into a clearing with a bunch of Amazons and then she
suddenly jumped into someone else's vision quest. I'm fairly
certain the woman was a shamaness. At least that's what I deduced
from the description Gabrielle gave me. The woman tried to choke
her and then tried to grab her heart. I think she wanted to kill
her."
"Then what happened?"
"Gabrielle woke up," Xena
shrugged.
"Just like that?"
"Yes," the warrior nodded. "Then she threw up
all over the floor next to our bed."
"Ew!" Aphrodite removed the glasses and
scrunched her face. "Totally gross."
The goddess stood up and started pacing in
front of the lounge chair, as she thoughtfully considered what was
going on with her mortal friend. Xena watched Aphrodite move back
and forth several times, until she'd finally had
enough.
"You have no idea what's going on with
Gabrielle, do you?" Xena finally interrupted the goddess'
pacing.
Aphrodite turned to face her with the
ridiculous specks back on her nose and the small chain dangling
against her cheek. Xena managed to keep a straight face, but was
hard-pressed to do so.
"I…" Aphrodite held up a finger, as if
she were going to say more. "I'll get back to you on
that."
Before Xena could reply, Aphrodite and her
furniture disappeared in a shower of glowing and shimmering hearts
and sparkles that illuminated the forest for a moment and then
winked out. Xena managed to stand up before the goddess vanished
and just stood there for another moment, as she tried to reason
through what had just happened. Then she shrugged and started back
toward the village. The forest around her suddenly came alive and
she was able to hear the usual night sounds again. She just kept
right on walking, as if she hadn't heard a thing.
***
Gabrielle threw the last of the soiled cloths
into the wooden bucket and carried everything to the door. She set
the bucket outside and saw one of the younger Amazon women passing
by.
"Hey there, Cherise," Gabrielle waved to the
young woman.
"My Queen," the young woman altered her course
and walked up onto the porch. "May I dispose of that for you?"
"I'd really appreciate it if you would,"
Gabrielle said, as she handed the bucket over to the woman. "You
probably want to hold your nose while you're carrying it,
though."
Cherise glanced down at the bucket and then at
her queen. "I'll take care of this, right away, My
Queen."
"Thank you, Cherise," Gabrielle smiled warmly
at the young woman and received a smile in return.
Gabrielle stepped back inside the hut, closed
the door behind her and leaned against it with a tired sigh. After
she and Ephiny had shared a pot of tea together and discussed the
night's activities, Gabriele had suddenly realized there was a very
rancid smell emanating from the far side of the room. Quickly
ushering Ephiny out of the hut with a promise to join her for the
morning meal, Gabrielle filled a bucket with water and set it on
the fire. She then proceeded to clean the floor on her side of the
bed.
A full candlemark and an entire cake of
stringent soap later, Gabrielle was finally able to rid the hut of
the smell. She now leaned tiredly against the rough wooden door,
glad that the chore was complete and wanting nothing more than to
crawl back into the bed in front of her. She ran a tired hand
through her disheveled hair and sighed as she crossed the room to
the washroom. Two full buckets of water sat on the floor near the
fire. She glanced at them, then decided to make good use of them,
rather than give in to her desire for more sleep.
With purposeful movements, Gabrielle put both
buckets over the fire to heat. She then grabbed two empty buckets
near the door and headed outside to fill them from the rain barrel
just off the porch. She hauled the full-to-overflowing buckets into
the hut and added them to the fire to heat.
Half a candlemark later, Gabrielle lowered
herself into a tub full of steaming water and sighed audibly in
relief. She scrubbed away the grit from her hair and body, then
just sat on the small bench to soak away the tension knotted
between her shoulder blades. She closed her eyes and let the
heartbeats tick by without a thought to what the day would
bring.
"I know you're there," Gabrielle said
quietly.
"I'm here," Xena said, as she leaned against
the door jam and just watched her partner for a few more
heartbeats.
"How'd it go?" Gabrielle's brow quirked, but
the rest of her remained perfectly still. "Did he show
up?"
Xena shrugged and then realized the woman
couldn't see that response. "It went."
"Did you talk to Ares?"
"Nope."
Gabrielle's eyes shot open and she gazed at
the tall woman leaning casually in the doorway with a lazy grin on
her face. "Why were you gone so long if…"
"Aphrodite showed up," Xena cut her
off.
"Dite was there?" Gabrielle shot her a
confused look.
Xena nodded. "Yep. Said Zeus banished Ares
to…Well, she didn't really say where he went, but he won't be
bothering us anymore."
"That's something, anyway," Gabrielle let her
eyes drift closed again. "What else did she say? You were gone
quite a while. You two must have had quite the
conversation."
"Well, the basic gist is that Olympus isn't
responsible for what's been happening to you," Xena answered, as
she pushed off the door jam and quickly divested herself of her
clothing. She waded into the tub, careful not to make waves on the
calm surface, as she scooted in behind the smaller woman and
wrapped her arms around Gabrielle. "Aphrodite has no idea what's
going on."
"Great," Gabrielle the bard relaxed against
her human pillow and enjoyed the feel of Xena's body against hers.
"So we're back to square one, then?"
"Apparently," Xena gently stroked the firm
muscles of Gabrielle's stomach and blew out a frustrated breath.
"I'm really tired of it all."
Gabrielle nudged a bare shoulder with her
chin. "I'm just tired."
"Tired enough to bow out of the games today?"
Xena shifted the woman in her arms until Gabrielle was sitting
sideways against her with her head on Xena's shoulder. The warrior
looked at the sleepy woman in her arms, as she stroked a downy
cheek. "You feeling any better?"
"I'm fine," Gabirelle answered, as she
snuggled closer to the warrior. "Just tired. I'll be fine by the
time the queens are ready to compete. That doesn't happen until
after noontime, anyway."
"Do you know what your first event is?" Xena
asked, as she absently brushed the wet hair back from the bard's
face.
"Eph didn't say," Gabrielle
murmured.
It wasn't long before Xena heard the soft
snores of her partner. She lifted the woman from the tub, wrapped
the sleeping woman in a warm blanket and placed her back in bed.
Gabrielle didn't even stir the entire time.
"Sweet dreams, love," Xena placed a quick kiss
on the bard's forehead.
***
Ignesia awoke to eerie silence and the pungent
smell of rotting meat. She sat bolt upright and glanced around in
confusion. The sun was just peeking over the treetops and she was
completely alone in the clearing. A rush of memories assailed her
and she turned around to look at the boulder behind her. Blood ran
down the sides of the flat rock, but there was no sign of a body
anywhere. She briefly wondered where the Northern Amazons were and
what they had done with Rena's body. The stench was unbearable and
she had to breathe through her mouth in order to dispel the nausea
that washed over her.
The caw of a large black bird in a tree nearby
was answered by another caw and then another, until a chorus of
caws broke the silence around her. The first black bird spread its
wings and flew toward her, but merely landed on the flat rock with
a louder cry that seemed to beckon its companions.
Ignesia watched as nearly a dozen large black
birds-ravens, by the looks of them-landed on or near the boulder.
They seemed to look intently-even accusingly-at her, before their
leader dipped its head and nibbled something on the boulder's
surface.
The Amazon quickly stood up on shaky legs and
stumbled away from the scene. She only made it a few steps inside
the tree line before a wave of nausea drove her to her hands and
knees. She heaved violently into the tall grass and continued to
heave until the entire contents of her stomach was emptied. Her
ears rang and her head spun wildly, but she somehow managed to
regain her feet and continue on through the forest.
She stumbled into a low bramble bush and
cursed the Fates for her unsteadiness, as several thorns dug into
her bare legs. She could still hear the incessant cawing and
chattering of the ravens behind her and put her hands to her ears
in an effort to shut out the noise. The ringing in her ears
intensified and she wondered if her head would eventually explode
and end her misery.
Ignesia just continued heading in the general
direction of the village on legs that didn't seem to want to carry
her. The effects of the night's activities seemed to finally wane
enough for her to get her bearings, as she continued putting one
foot in front of the other.
She found a small stream and decided to wash
the grit from her. Kneeling at the water's edge, Ignesia looked
down into a small pool gathered between some rocks. The sight that
greeted her made her gasp in surprise. Her chin was covered in
dried blood and dark circles below her eyes gave her a gaunt,
emaciated look.
Plunging shaking hands into the icy water,
Ignesia quickly washed her face, scrubbing her chin vigorously to
remove the blood-Rena's blood. Stark memories of the previous
night's activities and the part she'd played in it came rushing
back into her mind's eye. She saw Rena's pleading eyes intermingled
with the sounds of chanting and the upraised dagger that took the
woman's life with one downward thrust.
The salty tang of blood intermingled with the
taste of bile on her tongue. She plunged a numb hand into the pool
and lifted water to her lips. But the water suddenly turned red in
her hand and trailed blood-red rivulets down her arm. She flung the
water away and jumped to her feet with a loud gasp. She glanced
around the scene of stillness and serenity, but could only see
Rena's pleading eyes begging silently for help.
"Leave me be!" Ignesia screamed, as the
ringing in her ears suddenly increased to an intolerable level that
drove her to her knees. "PLEEEEEEEASE!!!!" The scream tore
through her very being, as the world around her narrowed to a
pinpoint and went black. She collapsed to the ground in an
unconscious heap.
***
"So, are you ready for your first event?"
Ephiny stepped up next to Gabrielle, who was standing on the
sidelines of the final event of the regular games.
Xena and one of the Amazons from a western
tribe were the last two contestants still standing on the field.
They were locked in a heated battle with chobos and neither woman
was willing to give the other quarter. Gabrielle watched her taller
partner land a blow to the other woman's arm that sent a loud crack
reverberating across the entire field. There was a collective gasp
from the gathered onlookers, as the Amazon stumbled back several
paces and held her arm against her side. Everyone could see that
the woman was in excruciating pain, but the Amazon merely stepped
back up to face her taller opponent.
"Yield!" Xena shouted to the woman, who faced
her with a look of determination.
"I will not yield to you, warrior," the
redheaded Amazon gritted out between clenched teeth. "I fight for
the pride of a strong Amazon Nation!"
"The Amazon Nation needs you whole and hearty,
not broken," Xena took a step backward as the woman advanced
another step closer. "You've proven yourself to your sisters,
Amazon. Now, yield!"
"Never!" The slighter woman raised her chobo
high overhead and charged.
Xena was ready for the attack and merely
waited for the woman to get within two paces of her before she
launched herself into the air, somersaulted forward and landed
behind the surprised Amazon. The crowd cheered loudly as the Amazon
spun around to face Xena.
The warrior merely grinned at the seething
woman. "Yield. Now."
The woman gritted her teeth and raised both
chobos in front of her, despite the pain in her arm. "Fight me,
coward!"
A dark brow rose. "Seriously? You really wanna
go there?"
"Amazons do not yield to commoners," the woman
ground out between clenched teeth. "Better to die on the field of
battle than yield to a murderer."
Another collective gasp erupted from the
crowd. Murmurs spread around the perimeter of the cordoned area, as
the gathered Amazons discussed this latest revelation.
"And what makes you think I'm a murderer?"
Xena merely crossed her arms over her chest and stood
casually.
The woman raised her good arm and addressed
the gathered crowd. "Behold, my sisters! The murderer of the
leaders of the Northern Amazons!"
A cacophony of upraised voices suddenly
erupted. Some asked what the Amazon meant by her accusation, while
others grumbled about having a non-Amazon participating in their
festivities and games.
Ephiny glanced at Gabrielle and noticed a
tightening of the bard's shoulders. She knew how much the bard
loved Xena and could only imagine what was running through the
woman's mind at that moment.
"It was bound to come out, eventually,
Gabrielle," Ephiny said, as she placed a comforting hand on
Gabrielle's shoulder. "Don't take it personally."
Xena didn't seem phased in the least by the
accusation. She merely stood there and waited for the uproar to die
down and her opponent to face her. Outwardly she was calm, cool and
collected. But she was seething inwardly and wanted nothing more
than to pound her opponent into submission. That, however, was not
an option. The Amazons needed every able-bodied warrior-even the
ones with big mouths.
"You done with your grandstanding?" Xena
commented with a wry smirk. "'Cause I think the queens are itchin'
to get out here and show you a thing or two."
"What?" The woman turned to face Xena. "No
witty comeback, warrior?"
"I'm not really one for witty repartee," Xena
shrugged. "I leave that to my partner." She glanced at Gabrielle
and gave her a wink, before returning her attention to the Amazon.
"She's much better with words than I am anyway."
The Amazon looked at Gabrielle and gave her an
appraising glare. "She's not even a true Amazon," the woman
sneered. "I don't know why she was named queen of the Thracian
tribe. Or why no one has yet challenged her claim."
Xena's expression hardened. "Someone
tried."
"Oh?"
"I tossed her sorry ass in a lava river," Xena
answered with a satisfied glare.
"So you fight Gabrielle's battles for her?"
The Amazon prodded. "How pitiful that she is unable to do so
herself."
"Gabrielle is more than capable of defending
herself," Xena shot back. "She could kick your sorry ass all over
this field, as a matter of fact." She cocked a dark brow at the
woman. "Are we gonna finish this? Or are you just gonna keep
flappin' your useless jaws like a damned magpie?"
The woman answered with a high-pitched squeal
as she charged toward Xena and launched herself at the warrior.
Xena was ready for whatever the woman could throw at her and merely
deflected the attack with a series of quick-as-lighting counter
strikes. Each strike reverberated across the field loudly. And just
when it seemed that the Amazon might actually gain the upper hand,
Xena launched her own offensive.
The redhead suddenly found herself completely
outclassed and overpowered, as Xena's lightning-fast reflexes
increased to a blinding pace. Sweat poured into the Amazon's eyes
as she tried her best to fend off the powerful attack. But her
skills, as well as her injury, were no match for Xena's far
superior skills. Blow after crushing blow landed against the
Amazon's tender flesh, leaving huge red welts all over her body.
The Amazon kicked out at Xena, but the warrior
simply slammed a chobo into the woman's ankle bone with a loud
crack. The Amazon stumbled forward and fell to her hands
and knees. A hush fell over the crowd and all around them women
waited with baited breath for Xena to land the final blow. The
competition was not a fight to the death, but the Amazon's earlier
words still hung over the gathering.
"Do you yield?" Xena's low voice finally broke
the silence, as the Amazon managed to straighten enough that she
was kneeling before the warrior.
The Amazon bowed her head. "I yield before
you, warrior."
Xena put the two chobos into one hand and
reached out to the woman. "I accept."
The woman glanced up and saw the hand hovering
in front of her face. She hesitated a moment and then put her good
arm into Xena's grasp, allowing the warrior to help her to her
feet. With a look of confusion mixed with pain, the Amazon balanced
on one foot and stood facing the taller woman.
"I may have misjudged you, warrior," the woman
conceded. "You spared me when you had every right to end my life
for what I said."
Xena smirked. "If I killed every person who
ever said a bad word about me I really would be a murderer," she
quipped and moved to the Amazon's side to offer her shoulder for
support. "Let's get you to the healer, so she can fix you up in
time to watch the queens do their thing." The Amazon actually
allowed Xena to help her off the field. "The name's Xena, by the
way."
"Margalena," the woman said with a tentative
half-smile. "My sisters and I hail from…"
"The western coast," Xena nodded and then
waved to Gabrielle. "I'll come back in time to catch you in your
first event!" She called to the bard.
"No need to hurry, Xena!" Gabrielle called
back. "Take care of your new friend! I'll be fine!"
Gabrielle watched as Xena continued helping
the injured Amazon slowly off the field and toward the village. She
knew Nissia already had her hands full with several other injured
contestants, as well as a few pregnant warriors who had yet to give
birth. It didn't bother her that she was on her own for the first
event. She was sure she was ready for anything they wanted to throw
at her.
"So," Gabrielle turned to the regent. "What's
the first event on today's agenda?"
Ephiny grinned. "Oh, I think you're gonna like
this one," she answered, as she guided Gabrielle toward the far
side of the field in the general direction that the rest of the
crowd was moving in. "You'll be facing off against Queen Besine
with staffs."
They reached the edge of the practice field
and Gabrielle glanced around them. Queen Besine, who she knew was
about her size and a little on the heavier side, was nowhere in
sight. The bard put her hands on her hips and quirked a brow at the
regent, who merely answered by looking and pointing
up.
Gabrielle glanced up into the trees above.
"You have got to be kidding," the bard mumbled, as Eponin
approached and handed her a staff similar to the one she'd
lost.
"Tree fighting with staffs, My Queen," Ephiny
smirked. "It adds a degree of risk to the challenge, don't you
agree?"
Gabrielle took the staff from Eponin with a
wry half-smile. "Your idea?"
"We're Amazons, yer maj," the weapons master
smirked. "It's what we do."
Gabrielle squeezed her eyes shut and tried to
keep her breathing normal, as her heart rate suddenly skipped into
overdrive. She swallowed past the sudden lump in her throat and
continued to concentrate on her breathing. It was a technique Xena
had taught her and one she had used many times during the long
winter moons. They had also spent many afternoons during those long
months trying to cure the bard of her total aversion to tree
climbing.
Unfortunately, even Xena's indomitable
patience had finally worn thin after several long weeks. Gabrielle
had only managed to advance as far as the next level of branches,
before she was completely immobilized by the fear that constantly
plagued her. No matter how hard they tried or how many days they
spent up in the trees, Gabrielle still could not overcome that fear
enough to climb any higher.
"Are you okay, Gabrielle?" Ephiny's quiet
voice in her ear brought Gabrielle back to the matter at hand.
"I don't think I can do this," Gabrielle
muttered just loud enough for the two Amazons closest to her to
hear, as she opened her eyes and looked up at Queen Besine waiting
casually for her.
"Yer kidding, right?" Eponin replied. "Tell me
yer not afraid of a little tree."
Gabrielle glared at the weapons master. "I
don't do trees," she growled. "They scare the hades out of
me."
Ephiny grabbed Gabrielle by the shoulders and
turned her until they were face-to-face. "You have to do this, My
Queen. If you don't, then you forfeit the contest and the others
will continue on without you. Your chances of becoming High Queen
will vanish in an instant."
Gabrielle saw the determination in the woman's
eyes and swallowed with difficulty. She glanced up into the canopy
overhead and cringed.
"Then I forfeit, I guess," Gabrielle shrugged.
"I'm not fighting up there. No way, no how."
Ephiny shook the woman and glared at her. "You
will get up there and you will do this, Gabrielle. I will not
suffer the humiliation of having our queen forfeit the very first
event. The Thracian Amazons are a proud people and we could never
live that down." She got right up in Gabrielle's face. "Now get
your feathered butt up into that tree and show that woman who she's
dealing with. You travel with the Warrior Princess, for cryin' out
loud. You've outwitted gods, faced down Death and fought against
monsters. You're not afraid of a little tree
fighting."
Gabrielle wanted to protest further, but her
mouth was suddenly bone dry and she couldn't conjure any saliva, no
matter how many times she swallowed. She glanced up at the nearest
tree and then returned her gaze to the woman staring intently at
her.
"Fine," Gabrielle managed, as she girded
herself for the battle ahead.
She marched over to the tree that Queen Besine
stood confidently in. The squat woman held a staff similar to her
own in the crook of an arm, as she leaned casually against the
tree's trunk. Gabrielle gulped audibly, as she realized just how
high up the tree was.
"You sure you wouldn't rather jump down here
and do this?" Gabrielle called up to the woman, who merely grinned
at her.
"Here," Eponin said behind Gabrielle. "Let me
give you a leg up, yer maj."
Gabrielle barely had time to consider the
folly of what she was about to do, as Eponin stood expectantly next
her with her hands linked. Gabrielle put a foot in the makeshift
stirrup and was unceremoniously launched up to the closest branch.
She awkwardly grabbed on and pulled herself up onto the thick
branch and tried not to look down.
"You okay up there, yer maj?" Eponin called
from below. "Here, you might need this."
Gabrielle glanced at the end of the staff
hovering next to her. She reached out and grabbed it, all the while
keeping her eyes tightly shut against the panic that was
threatening to send her toppling to the ground below-far, far
below. A snicker to her right made her stiffen and open her eyes.
Queen Besine was smirking at her.
"Problem with heights, Queen Gabrielle?" The
woman chuckled.
"Just a little," Gabrielle answered with a
slight half-smile. "Trees, mostly."
"And you call yourself an Amazon?" The woman
straightened and twirled the staff in her hands while balancing on
the branch expertly she was perched on.
Gabrielle felt her ire rise and grabbed onto
it with all her inner fortitude. She planted her feet firmly
beneath her and managed to stand with relative ease. Once she was
standing on the branch, which quivered slightly with her movements,
she resolved to push her fear as far from her mind as she possibly
could. Once the fear was safely tucked away, she lifted the staff
and used it to balance herself on the branch.
"I do," Gabrielle finally turned and met the
chuckling woman's gaze. "I just don't understand what the deal is
with Amazons and trees."
"Ahhhhh," Besine's tone was condescending.
"Poor widdle baby. Maybe you should just trot on back to the
nursery and let the adults continue without you."
Gabrielle was prepared for the woman to strike
her staff, but wasn't quite prepared to have the branch she was on
sway so treacherously beneath her. She let her arms absorb the
first strike and bent her knees in an effort to find her center of
gravity.
Besine was only getting started. She and Trika
had resolved to show this upstart Amazon exactly what being queen
entailed. Neither woman was convinced that Gabrielle was really
worthy of the honor of wearing a queen's mask, much less wearing
the High Queen's mask. That honor was reserved for those with
experience and training and Amazon blood running through their
veins. From stories she'd heard of the bard who traveled with Xena,
Besine was sure Gabrielle wasn't a true Amazon, much less a
queen.
Besine decided to see just how far she could
push the blond before she took a header that she hoped would
actually break the woman's neck.
"You do know that the first of us to touch the
ground is the loser," Besine challenged, as she launched an attack
against her opponent of quick strikes meant to throw the bard off
balance. "You don't have a chance in Tartarus, Queen
Gabrielle."
Gabrielle met each strike instinctively, as
she concentrated on her precarious footing. She was an expert with
the staff-something her opponent obviously didn't know-so it was
just a matter of putting her efforts into staying on the branch and
keeping her balance for as long as possible.
"What's wrong, Queen Gabrielle?" Besine
taunted. "Don't you have any imagination when it comes to tree
fighting?"
The woman suddenly hopped from the branch she
was on to another one. She walked the length of that branch until
it bowed under her weight, then she hopped to another. Gabrielle
noticed that the woman was trying to outflank her. She also knew
she had three options open to her. One: she could remain where she
was and let the woman come to her. Two: she could move to another
branch and meet the woman's attack. Or, three: she could climb up
higher and attack the woman from above.
Gabrielle quickly ran through the options in
her head. She knew she only had heartbeats before the woman was
within striking distance, so she girded herself, swallowed down the
rising bile in her throat and climbed higher. Gabrielle pushed all
thoughts from her mind, including the thought that she would go
plunging to her death in front of more than two hundred avid Amazon
onlookers. She just climbed higher until she was sure she had a
prime position.
The trees had been trimmed in preparation for
this particular event. Gabrielle noticed several fresh knots still
dripping sticky sap and managed to inadvertently run her hand
through one. The sap stuck to her fingers, but she ignored the
discomfort and concentrated on facing the woman who was now below
her.
"Ah," Besine looked up and saw Gabrielle above
her. "Getting your tree legs, I see."
"Do you always talk this much during a fight,
Besine?" Gabrielle purposely dropped the woman's title in order to
annoy her. After all, she reasoned, Xena always said talking was
her best asset. Time to use what she knew. "Or do you just
get chatty when you realize you're about to lose?"
Several Amazon onlookers hooted and hollered
below them, while others either jeered or laughed at Gabrielle's
words.
"Why, you little whelp!" The squat brunette
growled.
Gabrielle was sure the woman would stay on the
lower branches in deference to her weight. She was a little
surprised when Besine actually climbed higher, scaling the branches
easily until they were almost at eye level. They both heard the
branch Besine stood on protest her added weight, but the Amazon
merely stood her ground.
Gabrielle carefully maneuvered out onto her
branch and met Besine halfway. The sounds of their staffs
connecting reverberated throughout the forest around them, as
cheers from below encouraged each woman on. Where Besine was
skilled at fighting in the trees, Gabrielle was equally as skilled
with the staff. They were evenly matched and managed to meet each
other's blows and counter blows without faltering.
Ephiny held her breath as she watched the two
women slam their staffs together in a frenzy of heated blows that
made her own head spin just thinking about how high up they were.
She knew Gabrielle was no match for any Amazon fighting in the
trees, but the bard appeared to be holding her own against the
other queen. It actually surprised Ephiny slightly to see Gabrielle
at work.
"So, what'd I miss?" The regent's eyes widened
at the familiar voice that joined her and Eponin.
"Hey, Xena," Ephiny pulled her gaze from the
two combatants and looked at the warrior.
"Who's up there?" Xena squinted slightly in an
effort to see who the two women were. "And where's
Gabrielle?"
Ephiny glanced up and noticed that Gabrielle
was partially hidden behind a tree trunk.
"Her maj and Queen Besine," the weapons master
supplied, as she stood casually gazing up at the two combatants.
"They're fighting with staffs."
Xena's eyes widened when she finally caught a
glimpse of her partner's familiar profile.
"That's…She's…" She rounded on Ephiny with anger
flaring. "You sent her up into the trees to fight?"
"Yeah," Ephiny took a cautious step back.
"Hey, relax, Xena. She's doing fine."
"Hey, chill, Xe," Eponin tried to grab the
warrior and almost flew into a tree herself when Xena violently
shrugged her off.
"Gabrielle is deathly afraid of heights!" Xena
ground out mere inches from the regent's face. "She's never climbed
higher than the first set of branches. What possessed you to send
her up there?"
Ephiny tried not to cringe, but was finding it
hard not to with the imposing warrior towering over her. "She's
doing great, Xena. See?" She pointed up.
Xena turned and looked up at the two
combatants. Gabrielle wasn't holding onto anything and was actually
using her legs to absorb the bouncing of the branch beneath her.
Her focus was entirely on the woman she was fighting against, and
she seemed not to be paying attention to where she was. The warrior
was actually impressed that Gabrielle was doing so
well.
Xena watched as Gabrielle deftly countered
several quick and successive swings from her opponent. Gabrielle's
opponent was the same height but slightly more rotund than the
bard. Xena could see that Gabrielle's slighter build and lighter
weight made it easier for her to remain balanced on the branches.
The warrior briefly wondered why she hadn't tried this particular
tactic with the bard during all those long candlemarks they'd spent
trying to alleviate her fear of heights.
"She looks at home up there, doesn't she?"
Ephiny's voice next to her brought Xena back to the matter at hand.
"It's like she was born to fight like an Amazon."
Xena shot the regent a glare. "And when she
falls?"
There was a sudden, collective gasp from the
crowd. Xena glanced up in time to see Gabrielle dangling
precariously from a branch that was several levels lower than she'd
been only a moment before. The bard still had a grip on her staff,
but seemed to have the wind knocked out of her.
A moment of sheer panic washed over Gabrielle
as she realized she'd nearly plunged to the ground below. It was
only by sheer force of will that she managed to throw herself onto
the branch she was currently bent forward over. She waited a moment
for the breath to return to her lungs and then breathed deeply of
the pine-scented air.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Poor little
storyteller," Besine's patronizing tone grated on Gabrielle's
nerves and helped her push the panic back down.
Gabrielle felt the branch she was on shake
violently, as the Amazon queen landed on it. Rather than allow the
woman to best her, though, Gabrielle used her position on the
branch to her best advantage. With her staff firmly gripped in one
hand, she held firmly to the branch with the other and slid her
body off. She pumped her legs with as much power as she could
muster and managed to swing to another branch. Gabrielle never gave
a thought to what she was doing. She just did it.
As soon as she had a firm perch on the new
branch, Gabrielle climbed to her feet and turned to face her
opponent. Besine's staff came at her head and Gabrielle just
managed to get her staff into position in time to block the blow.
But Besine wasn't to be deterred. She used the staff like a spear
and tried to thrust the tip into Gabrielle's exposed
midsection.
Gabrielle was tired of being on the defensive.
She swiped her staff down and across her body in time to knock
Besine's staff thrust away and launched an attack of her own. It
was time to put everything Xena had taught her into play and she
pulled out every stop. Gabrielle's staff whirred in an
arc-swing-thrust combination that took the Amazon completely by
surprise.
The bard danced from one branch to another
without a thought to where she was. She just put her mind into
fighting mode and let her feet find purchase on the branches, as if
she were standing on uneven ground or fighting on top of boulders.
She was no longer up in the trees. She was in her element with a
weapon that was an extension of her arms and as familiar to her as
her own skin.
Besine watched the change come over the woman
before her. It was as if the tentative younger woman suddenly
transformed into a seasoned fighter right before her eyes. Gone was
the hesitation. Gone was the unsure footwork. This woman slamming
her staff into Besine's with a force and skill born of long
candlemarks of practice was someone else entirely.
The branches above and around her didn't allow
for the kind of staff fighting Gabrielle was used to. So, she
adapted her swings to account for the smaller space she had to work
in. She also adjusted her body and used more-compact, spring-like
motions to deliver the blows needed to continue her assault against
the stout woman. Her tactics were working and Besine was
hard-pressed to keep a firm grip on her weapon.
And then Gabrielle saw the opening she'd been
waiting for. Besine dropped her shoulder and inadvertently left the
side of her head exposed for an upward swing of Gabrielle's staff.
The bard delivered the blow with all her might and connected with a
resounding crack.
Besine saw stars explode in her head at the
sudden impact from her opponent's wooden weapon. She knew a moment
of complete confusion and felt the world tilt around her. And then
she was falling. The Amazon queen grabbed for the nearest branch
and missed it completely. Panic washed over her as she tumbled
sideways.
With a look of utter shock, the Amazon grasped
empty air and fell. Four stout branches broke on impact under
Besine's weight. And then the woman hit the ground hard. The breath
rushed from her lungs and she lay still.
The crowd erupted in chaos. Several Macedonian
Amazons rushed to Besine's side and tended their fallen queen,
while the rest of the crowd cheered and raised fists to the
triumphant queen still standing in the trees above. Several
Thracian Amazons danced around the base of the tree Gabrielle
gingerly climbed down from. The women caught their queen on their
shoulders before she could touch the ground and carried her toward
the practice field with loud whoops, hollers and triumphant
cheers.
Gabrielle patiently allowed her Amazon sisters
to carry her across the practice field and toward the village
center. As soon as they deposited her on the raised dais, she
raised her staff overhead and issued a triumphant battle yell all
her own.
The crowd roared.
Many of the visiting Amazons taunted the
Thracian women and shouted encouragement to their own queens. While
the Thracian Amazons danced and cheered in triumph.
Ephiny, Eponin and Xena elbowed their way
through the raucous crowd until they reached the dais where several
of the queens now stood. Gabrielle caught sight of the three women
and something in her eyes gave them pause. Instead of the expected
smile of triumph, the bard was actually scowling down at them. Her
glare rested on Ephiny, as she raised the staff one last
time.
"To a strong Amazon Nation!" She shouted above
the din without breaking her gaze from Ephiny's.
Then Gabrielle tossed the staff to Eponin,
turned and hopped down from the dais. She marched across the
village center toward the queen's hut and didn't stop or look back
until she was standing on the porch, reaching for the door. Then
she paused a moment and felt a familiar presence at her back.
Pausing only that brief moment, Gabrielle pushed the door open and
rushed inside without a backward glance.
Chapter 6
"You okay?" Xena's calm voice behind her was
her undoing. "I gotcha," the warrior said, as she quickly caught
Gabrielle and kept her from falling in a heap to the wooden
floor.
Xena picked the smaller woman up in her arms
and carried Gabrielle over to the bed, depositing the smaller woman
on it with gentle, caring movements. When the warrior tried to pull
away, however, she found the bard still clinging to her, as if she
were a lifeline.
"Please," Gabrielle whispered, as the panic
finally set in and she panted breathlessly. Shudders suddenly
rocked her, as the full import of what she'd just done hit her
unexpectedly.
"I'm here," Xena scooted in beside the woman
who was shaking uncontrollably. "Shhhhh," Xena soothed, as she
gently stroked and rocked Gabrielle in her arms. "It's over. You're
safe. I'm here."
The warrior continued to mutter nonsensical
platitudes, as she held Gabrielle and patiently waited for the
panic attack to subside. Even after she finally felt the smaller
woman relax against her, she still continued to sooth her
partner.
"Promise me," Gabrielle finally managed to
utter when her breathing finally returned to normal and the shaking
subsided.
"Promise you what, love?" Xena asked, as she
stroked the bard's short hair.
"That you will never let me do that again for
as long as we both shall live," Gabrielle pulled back enough to
meet the warrior's gaze.
Xena couldn't help the smile that touched her
lips. "Oh, I don't know…"
"Xena," Gabrielle cut her off with a stern
glare. "That was the most asinine thing I've ever done in my entire
life. It was also beyond terrifying. I hate trees. You and I both
know how deathly afraid of them I am."
"If it's any consolation, you didn't look a
bit terrified," Xena said, as she brushed the bard's bangs from her
eyes. "You really looked like you were completely in control up
there."
Gabrielle blew out a breath. "I was too busy
trying to keep Besine from knocking my head off to really think
about anything else. It didn't hit me until I walked in that door,"
she nodded toward the door to their hut. "Then…" She
swallowed audibly. "Promise me, Xena," Gabrielle raised pleading
eyes to the woman beside her. "Promise me you will do whatever it
takes to keep me from ever doing that again."
Xena raised a hand and tried to retain a
serious expression, "I promise."
***
Ignesia awoke and glanced around at her
surroundings. She was in her hut and the sun was just setting
beyond her window, casting the one-roomed interior in reds and
golds. She glanced toward the woman watching her curiously from the
side of the bed.
"How did I get here?" Ignesia
asked.
"Does it matter?" A gray brow lifted on the
healer's craggy face. "The better questions would be what were you
doing in the forest by yourself, and why were you
unconscious?"
The healer folded her gnarled hands in her
lap, as she waited for her charge to answer the question. Nissia
was not pleased to have to sit with someone she considered of
little or no consequence. But the two Thracian Amazons who had
carried Ignesia into the village would have no one else see to the
woman.
"I…" Ignesia began, as she sat up
against the wall behind her. "I'm not sure what happened, old
woman."
"Pfft!" Nissia shook her head and
rose to her feet. "I have other patients who need me more than you
do. I will send your friends in here to see to your
care."
"Friends?" Ignesia called to the healer's
back, as the woman waddled toward the door.
Nissia didn't reply. She merely opened the
door and waved the three concerned women inside. She didn't give
them more than a cursory glance, as she continued on her way
towards her hut and the three pregnant women who still needed her
attention.
Patrice, Shraia and another younger woman
entered the hut. The trio walked over to Ignesia and gazed intently
at her.
"You look well, sister," Patrice shot Ignesia
a wry smirk. "For a dead woman."
"Dead?" Ignesia repeated.
"You were near death when we found you,"
Shraia said. "Patrice breathed life back into you. At least, that's
what Nissia says happened-the old bat."
"Is this true?" Ignesia looked to Patrice for
confirmation.
The woman nodded her auburn head and gazed at
Ignesia with shining gray-green eyes dancing with mischief. "It was
the least I could do for the woman who will lead us into a new
age," Patrice said, as she took Ignesia's hands into hers. "We
simply await your command, Ignesia. Your followers are ready to
wage war against the Usurper and grind her followers into
dust."
Ignesia saw the spark of rebellion smoldering
in the woman's gray-green eyes for the very first time. It was
somewhat surprising, since Patrice was one of her most skeptical
followers. The woman's constant questions and nay-saying had become
a serious concern for Ignesia over the last few moons. She had even
considered running the woman through with her own sword a few
times, just to shut her up.
When Cyane, queen of the Northern Amazons, had
come to Ignesia just the week prior to tell her they needed a young
Thracian Amazon to participate in a ritual sacrifice, Ignesia had
seriously considered calling on Patrice for the job.
But then Rena had dropped into her lap the
previous night and all thoughts of Patrice fled her thoughts.
Ignesia stifled the shudder that threatened to bring all the
horrible memories flooding back to her. She didn't want to think
about what had happened or the incredible guilt that still lingered
over her part in Rena's death. She also didn't want to think about
the voices that seemed strangely silent at that
moment.
"Do the rest of you feel as Patrice does?"
Ignesia looked to the two other women in turn.
"We are ready to fight to the death for a
strong Amazon Nation!" Shraia stepped forward and placed a hand
over Patrice's. "I pledge my honor to you, Ignesia. We shall
succeed and the Usurper shall fall."
"I, too, pledge my honor and my life to you,
Ignesia," the smaller woman stepped forward with the same spark of
rebellion in her eyes.
"You are not yet a full Amazon, Maeriska,"
Ignesia pointed out to the young woman who was barely thirteen
summers old and would soon join the ranks of the Thracian
Amazons.
Maeriska held a fist to her heart. "I was born
in this village thirteen summers past and will participate in the
ceremony two nights hence. When I am a full Amazon, I shall pledge
myself to your service, Ignesia, my word on it."
Ignesia nodded her approval. "We have much
work to do, then," she said, as she slid to the edge of the bed and
stood facing the three women. "Our northern sisters await word that
we are ready to begin our campaign. In three day's time, during the
Ceremony of the Full Moon and before a High Queen of the Amazon
Nation is named, we shall strike the Usurper down and all her
followers with her." She grabbed the women's hands in hers and
raised them toward the sky. "To a strong Amazon
Nation!"
"TO A STRONG AMAZON NATION!!" They repeated in
unison.
***
"Knock, knock," Ephiny called, as she opened
the door to the queen's hut just enough to peek her head inside.
She'd already knocked twice before and received no answer in
return. "Gabrielle? Xena? Anyone home?"
Xena padded out of the smaller bathing room in
bare feet and was toweling her hair dry. "Hello, Ephiny," the
warrior said, as she tossed the damp cloth onto the foot of the
bed. "What's up?"
"I came to let you know Eponin and Chilapa are
ready when you are, Xena," Ephiny stepped fully inside the hut and
stood near the door. She shot the warrior a knowing
look.
"And where, pray tell, are they taking her?"
Gabrielle emerged from the bathing room, toweling her own hair
dry.
Both women were fully clothed, except that
neither had their boots on. The bard stopped toweling her hair long
enough to glare at the regent.
"I…um…" Ephiny was caught
flat-footed. "We need to borrow her for the next couple
days."
"For what?" Gabrielle shot the woman a
skeptical look. "Come on, Eph. Give me a little credit here, will
ya?"
"Okay, fine," Ephiny crossed her arms over her
chest. "Xena volunteered to play chaperone for a group of
youngsters during their first hunt."
Xena and Gabrielle exchanged a glance. Xena
just shrugged.
"Eponin asked and I said yes," the warrior
said, as she raised a questioning brow to her partner. "If it's all
right with you."
Gabrielle shrugged and tried to appear
nonchalant. "You don't need my permission to trek through the
wilderness with a bunch of kids, Xena. Go have fun."
"I'll meet you outside, Eph," Xena dismissed
the regent and turned to her partner. "You gonna be all right here
without me for a couple days? No tree climbing. And try to play
nice with the other queens while I'm gone," she pecked the woman on
the forehead. "Try to stay out of trouble. And don't play with the
sais until I get back. I don't think these women are prepared to
have their hostess turn berserker on them."
They both chuckled.
"You are not leaving me for two days with only
a measly kiss on the forehead, warrior," Gabrielle wrapped her arms
around Xena's waist, got up on her tiptoes and planted a searing
kiss on the warrior's lips.
"Mm," Xena felt her toes curl with the
intensity of the feelings that suddenly washed over and through
her. "You keep that up and I'll never go anywhere."
Gabrielle smirked. "It's just a little
reminder to make you want to come home to me."
Xena placed her hands on either side of the
bard's face and planted her own searing kiss on the woman's lips.
The kiss deepened until they were both breathless.
"Just a little something to help you remember
who'll be coming home to you very soon," Xena grinned. "Just
remember, absence makes the heart grow fonder."
"In whose eyes?" Gabrielle smirked
teasingly.
Xena moved away, grabbed her boots and bracers
and quickly donned the rest of her attire. Gabrielle helped her tie
her wrist bracers and adjusted the brass breastplate to her
satisfaction. She couldn't help the grin that played at the edges
of her lips, as she stood back to survey the warrior's
attire.
"Well? Do I meet with your approval, My
Queen?" Xena held her hands out to her sides.
"Mm," Gabrielle shook her head. "I'm not sure
I can let you go for two whole days, Xena. It's gonna be incredibly
lonely sleeping in that bed all by myself," she finished by
wrapping her arms around the taller woman and just holding
her.
Xena placed a chaste kiss on the top of the
bard's head. "Not as lonely as sleeping on the hard ground, out
under the stars, without you in my arms to keep me warm. Not to
mention chaperoning a bunch of green-behind-the-ears kids with only
Eponin and Chilapa there for protection."
Gabrielle looked up into eyes gone misty in
the twilight. "Do you really have to go?"
"Can't really stay here anyway, love," Xena
shrugged. "Your queens have an Amazons-Only rule for this
particular celebration, so it's better if I play tour guide to the
kids and teach them a few things, instead." She smiled. "Besides,
maybe I'll learn a thing or two about dealing with
kids."
Gabrielle snickered. "Yeah, and I'll enjoy
dancing naked in the light of the nearly-full moon,
too."
"You never know," Xena teased. "Maybe we can
both dance naked in the light of the moon after I get
back."
"When you get back with those youngsters,
it'll be time to do this High Queen thing," Gabrielle scrunched her
nose. "I'll also be overseeing the ceremony to accept those
youngsters into the tribe as full-fledged Amazons. It was supposed
to happen at the new moon ceremony, but, for some reason, Ephiny
decided to change the schedule. Not sure what was up with that."
She shrugged. "Guess I'll have to ask her. I'm not thrilled about
having to oversee that huge intertribal joining ceremony that's
supposed to kick off the end of all this hoopla. I'm especially not
looking forward to calling upon Artemis to bless those unions, let
me tell you. I'm still really pissed at her for what she did to
us."
Xena stroked the woman's hair. "Don't worry
about it, Gabrielle. Maybe you can just have one of the other
queens do that part of the ceremony, instead."
"Now there's a thought," the bard conceded.
"I'm sure Mashuka would love to put that booming voice of hers to
good use."
"See?" Xena stepped out of the bard's embrace
and quickly grabbed her travel gear from the chair where she'd
dumped it earlier. She turned and tapped a finger against her
temple. "Now you're thinking like the High Queen." She winked
playfully.
Gabrielle snorted. "Oh, please," she scoffed.
"Don't you start trying to put that one in my lap, too. I've had
just about enough of that from Ephiny to last a
lifetime."
Xena paused with her hand on the door latch.
"You would make a great High Queen, Gabrielle."
"It would sure add a mouthful, wouldn't it?"
Gabrielle said, as she leaned in for one more kiss. "Xena, Warrior
Princess, and Gabrielle, High Queen of the Amazon Nation and Bard
of Potidea."
Xena rolled her eyes and opened the door.
"Then again…" She said as she headed outside and was greeted
by an impatient Ephiny.
"Just make sure Eponin watches your back,"
Gabrielle said with a smirk from the porch. "And don't let the kids
get on your nerves too much."
"About time," Ephiny said, as the warrior
hopped down the steps. "You two finally finish your goodbyes? You
know you'll only be gone for two days, right?"
"Two days is a lifetime," Xena muttered as she
strode purposely toward the village center.
***
The celebration was in full swing. A huge
bonfire burned brightly before the dais and dancers were gyrating
to the beat of several drums and a chorus of chanting. The queens
had all made speeches about the might and fortitude of the Amazons,
as well as reiterated the histories of their individual tribes.
Food and drink were passed around and shared by all. The drink was
especially bountiful. Wine, ale, mead and cider were plentiful and
not a single mug was allowed to go dry before it was refilled to
the brim.
Gabrielle gazed at the sights and sounds laid
out before her, as she slowly sipped her hard cider. She was ever
careful not to imbibe too freely of the sweet drink, having had her
share of adverse experiences. She was being especially vigilant on
this night, because she knew Xena wasn't there to carry her to
their hut. It also wouldn't do to have the others see her in a
drunken state, not with the way they were eyeing her on this
night.
She had been triumphant at her first event,
despite her initial trepidation. Overcoming her fear of heights and
especially her fear of trees, she had managed to somehow win.
Besine, her opponent, was effectively eliminated from the
competition and would spend the remainder of the games on the
sidelines. The woman had broken her arm at the elbow when she'd
fallen from the tree. She now wore a splint and had her arm in a
sling, thanks to Nissia and her helpers.
Mashuka had also won her event, a contest of
strength and will. A platform had been erected above a warm mud pit
and the two women wrestled against each other for the better part
of two candlemarks. They were evenly matched in strength and build,
making their contest that much more challenging. When Mashuka
finally caught her opponent around the waist and tripped her,
Jalile was unable to recover her balance enough to stop her
headlong plunge into the sticky mud.
Mashuka danced in triumph on the narrow
platform, which then gave out under her weight and toppled her into
the mud alongside her mud-encrusted opponent. The two women
continued their battle until they were both covered from head to
toe in the warm, gooey substance, much to the amusement of the
gathered crowd. Jalile finally ceded the victory to Mashuka,
however, when Jalile's ankle turned and she could no longer
stand.
The event that Trika and Sheria competed in
later that same day was not as entertaining as the other two
competitions. An obstacle course had been set up within the
southern forest. The two women had to maneuver through the trees on
horseback as they shot at moving targets with bows and arrows. The
event took a great deal of skill and precision, something both
women were equally blessed with. When the final tally was taken,
Sherina came out just two scores ahead of her opponent, who
immediately called for a recount. A recount was taken and Sherina
was declared the winner by three scores, instead of
two.
Gabrielle pondered the outcome of the events
of the day and smirked as she reached up to touch the laurel crown
atop her head. Two other queens-Sherina and Mashuka-also wore
similar crowns. She glanced at the other queens near her and caught
Trika watching her with open hostility. She wondered briefly what
the woman was thinking and then dismissed the notion. If there was
one thing she was learning about these women, it was that there was
always something that could set them off, no matter what that
something might be.
Gabrielle returned her attention to the
dancers and took another sip of her cider. The even tempo of the
drums, combined with the low chants of the singers, was
mesmerizing, as were the suggestive gyrations of the dancers.
Because the older youngsters were away on their first hunt and the
younger ones were safely tucked into a communal hut with a few
young overseers, there were only adults present at this particular
celebration.
The drink flowed in abundance and the dancers
enjoyed the chance to let go of any inhibitions. Many of them had
painted their entire bodies in preparation for this celebration. As
the beat of the drums increased and the chanting became more
insistent, several of the dancers shed their leathers and danced in
only the paint that decorated their bodies. Sweat glistened and the
firelight shimmered off their painted skin, as they undulating in
time to the steady beat.
Gabrielle found herself entranced by the sight
spread out before her, as she sipped more of her cider and savored
the flavor of fermented apples on her tongue. The beat of the drums
seemed to match the beat of her heart and the low chant seemed to
penetrate to her very soul. She lost track of how many times she
lifted the mug to her lips, until only a drop touched her
tongue.
"More cider, My Queen?" Someone took her mug
and replaced it with a full one before she could
react.
"Are you enjoying the festivities, Queen
Gabrielle?" Trika's voice in her ear had Gabrielle's head snapping
around.
"It's…interesting," Gabrielle gave the
woman a reserved smile. "The cider's excellent, by the way. Thank
you for bringing such a plentiful supply."
"We pride ourselves on only choosing the very
best apples for our celebration cider," Trika tipped her head
slightly to acknowledge the compliment. "I'm glad you're enjoying
it."
In the back of her mind Gabrielle knew she was
enjoying it a little too much. The sweet cider was finally starting
to affect her, and she knew she should stop drinking the stuff,
right then and there. But…
"Are you enjoying yourself, Queen Trika?"
Gabrielle asked, as she took another sip from her
mug.
Trika glanced out at the dancers, who were
joined by Amazons from the other tribes present. Most of the
dancers were now completely naked, while others encouraged the
newcomers to shed their leathers in celebration.
"Queen Mashuka's celebration wine is quite
good, too," Trika said, as she kept her eyes on the dancers. "It
has been far too long since we've had a celebration of this
magnitude. So many Amazons in one place. It's a wonder more fights
haven't broken out."
"Solari prides herself on keeping order, even
amidst this kind of chaos," Gabrielle said.
Gabrielle felt the initial buzz in her head.
She was drunk, but didn't care anymore. She continued to sip her
cider and let the heady brew dance on her taste buds, as she
watched the dancers. The drum beat was now perfectly in time with
her own heartbeat and the chanting was no more than a low hum
vibrating throughout her being. The experience was intoxicating and
made her feel the urge to join in the dancing.
It occurred to her that she'd done that once
before. When was it? She shook off the urge and just sat there,
instead. No, Xena wouldn't want her to be out there dancing with
those sparsely-clad and naked women.
Finger tips lightly brushed the hair from the
side of her face and tucked it behind her ear. She turned and saw
Trika's face just inches from her own. Silent alarm bells went off
in her head at that moment.
"What the…" Gabrielle exclaimed, as she
jumped unsteadily away from the woman.
"It's all right, Queen Gabrielle," Trika
purred, as she moved closer still and put a hand on the bard's bare
thigh. "We're Amazons. It's what we do."
"No!" Gabrielle put up a staying hand to ward
off the woman's advance. "I'm flattered, but…"
"Flattery has nothing to do with it," Trika
closed the distance to Gabrielle's lips and pinned the bard with a
hand behind her head. "This is about celebration. We are Amazons!
We celebrate life! We revel in the pleasures of the
flesh."
Gabrielle froze in shock, as Trika's lips met
hers in a searing, bruising kiss. Her alcohol-befuddled mind
couldn't quite comprehend what was happening, as a wave of heat
shot through her and settled in her center. The drum beats
increased with the beating of her heart and that low hum seemed to
ignite something deep within, until she realized she was
passionately kissing the woman in return and enjoying
it.
Her eyes closed, as she shut out the entire
world around her and became consumed in the feel of the woman's
hands and lips on her. It was a heady experience. She couldn't
think. She could do nothing except allow her body to respond to the
touch and feel of the other woman. The kiss became more demanding,
as Gabrielle gave in to her baser urges and let herself sink
further into the carnal desire pounding incessantly within
her.
Suddenly the world around her exploded with
sights and sounds again, as Trika was torn away from her and
summarily tossed aside like a sack of potatoes. Gabrielle's eyes
flew open and she saw the angry face of her regent glaring down at
her.
"Gabrielle," Ephiny's voice appeared calm and
controlled, though her breathing revealed something altogether
different. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Uh," Gabrielle sat up and tried to shake off
the last vestiges of desire that was still lingering throughout her
entire body. "I…uh…What…"
Ephiny grabbed Gabrielle by the shoulders and
shook her. "Are you crazy? What would Xena do if she found you
kissing another woman?" She glared directly into Gabrielle's eyes.
"Are you drunk? Oh, for Artemis' sake! That's it! Celebration's
over for you, My Queen. Time for bed."
The regent steered Gabrielle off the dais and
marched her in the direction of the queen's hut. Without pause she
guided the inebriated bard up the steps and inside, pushing
Gabrielle onto the bed without ceremony. She quickly removed
Gabrielle's sandals and tossed them in a corner. But then she
paused and decided to stoke the fire, instead of removing
Gabrielle's clothes.
Gabrielle felt the world tilting precariously
around her, as she sat there in the darkness. Her drink-befuddled
mind tried to make sense of what was going on. The mere mention of
Xena's name had her almost feeling guilty for kissing the Amazon
queen. Didn't it?
"I…um…" Gabrielle ran a hand
through her hair. "It was just a kiss, Eph. Relax, wouldya? It's
not like we did anything."
"Just a…" Ephiny blew out an irritated
breath, as she fanned the fire to life. "Artemis' left tit,
Gabrielle! She was on top of you with her hand between your legs.
Who knows what that bitch would have done if I hadn't shown up when
I did?"
Gabrielle just sat there for a moment, as
Ephiny's words echoed through her spinning head. The buzz was still
there, but the loud drum beats and chanting were so distant now
that she could no longer feel them inside her. The empty feeling
that washed over her was almost unbearable, as she sank back onto
the bed.
"Ugh!" Gabrielle let out a
groan.
"Yeah, ugh," Ephiny echoed in exasperation, as
she stood over her queen with her hands on her hips. "I can't leave
you alone for even a candlemark without you getting yourself into a
whole heap of trouble. How does Xena put up with
that?"
"With what?" A green eye popped open to look
at the aggravated regent.
"With your magnetic attraction to trouble?"
Ephiny added with a wry smirk.
Gabrielle smiled, as she scooted to the head
of the bed and climbed under the covers. "She loves
me."
"That she does," Ephiny just shook her head.
"Sleep well, My Queen."
"You, too, Eph," Gabrielle murmured, as she
snuggled beneath the covers and drifted off to
sleep.
***
"Can't believe you dragged me out here with
you, Eponin," Xena grumbled, as she sat on a log sharpening her
sword.
"Part of your initiation, there, Ace," Eponin
shrugged, as she absently chewed on a blade of grass. She glanced
at the sleeping lumps beyond the light of the campfire. "'Sides,
it's good for the girls to learn some stuff from someone besides
me."
"And me," Chilapa piped in with a
smirk.
Xena concentrated on the sword in her hand, as
she ran her sharpening stone along the worn blade. Her thoughts
turned to a certain blond bard and she wondered what Gabrielle was
doing at that moment.
"Relax, Xe," Eponin said, as if in answer to
an unspoken question. "Eph'll take good care of Gabrielle for you.
She won't let nothin' happen to her maj."
Xena shot the weapons master a raised-brow
glare. "What makes you think I was even thinking about
Gabrielle?"
"You had that look in your eye," Eponin
winked. "You know, the one you get when you think nobody's looking
at you and you're looking at or thinking of her?"
Chilapa snickered, but instantly caught
herself when Xena glared at her. The Amazon instantly hid her
amusement behind a feigned cough.
"I think I'll just…" Chilapa ducked away
and climbed into her bedroll without another word.
"Heh," Eponin watched the warrior turn her
signature glare on her. "Not buyin' it, Xe. I know you better than
she does. Been there, seen that look."
Xena lifted the tip of her blade until the
sword rested in front of her. "You think so, eh?"
"I…" Eponin caught the crazed look in
Xena's eyes and decided to err on the side of caution. "Okay, so
maybe I'll head off to bed, too. Big day ahead of us tomorrow and
all. I'd like to get a good night's sleep in before I gotta face
all these overenthusiastic kids again." She paused before climbing
into her bedroll. "'Night, Xena."
"Goodnight, Eponin," the warrior replied, as
she resumed sharpening her blade by the light of the
campfire.
She had volunteered for first watch in
anticipation of the lonely night ahead. She knew she wouldn't be
getting much sleep, not without Gabrielle there in her arms. It
still amazed her that the smaller woman had become such an
important part of her life over the past year. Their hearts seemed
to beat in sync when they slept together. They often shared the
morning meal, stealing food from each other's plates and sampling
the flavors on each other's lips. They were becoming so close, in
fact, that they had started cycling at the same time each moon. The
only thing they didn't seem to share were each other's thoughts.
Those still had to be spoken aloud.
Xena glanced up at the stars overhead and
smirked. "Are you seeing them, too?" She quietly
muttered.
She shook her head and returned her attention
to the sword, allowing her thoughts to wander as she absently ran
the stone along the worn edge of the blade. It soothed her soul to
do such a mundane thing in front of the crackling fire. It was also
one of the few things that had helped calm her after a day of
fighting. It still calmed her and gave her a sense of peace. But
without her partner there to share the time with her, it just
wasn't the same.
"Sweet dreams, love," her soft voice called to
the darkness.
***
"Is it over yet?" Gabrielle put her fingers to
her temples in an effort to dispel the headache that was raging
incessantly behind her eyes.
She'd awakened late that morning to a hangover
and the cheery disposition of a certain blond regent. After Ephiny
handed her a steaming cup of willow-bark tea-which she drank as
quickly as the searing heat would allow-Gabrielle took a quick bath
and changed into her green top and brown skirt. Ephiny had asked
why she wasn't wearing her Amazon leathers, and she'd answered that
she didn't want to wear them again after having slept in them all
night.
"Not yet," Ephiny answered with another cheery
smile. "These two seem to be evenly matched in skill, if not in
size."
"You really need to tone down the enthusiastic
attitude, Eph," Gabrielle groused. "I insist."
Ephiny just smirked and shook her
head.
They were watching Mashuka and Sherina from
the edge of a small lake. The two queens were locked in a heated
battle with chobos, as they each balanced on a log in the shallow
part of the water. This particular contest was designed to showcase
not only the skills of these particular queens, but their balance,
too. Mashuka's log was mostly submerged within the dark water and
only the very tops of her bare feet were visible above the
waterline. Sherina, who was of slighter build than her opponent,
was actually floating almost a foot taller than her
opponent.
Both women had been going at it for the better
part of half a candlemark. The sounds of their chobos connecting,
combined with the cheers of the crowd, just added to the pounding
in Gabrielle's head. She was nearly to the point where she just
wanted to excuse herself and return to the village alone. But duty
forbade her from leaving the event.
Gabrielle glanced to her left and was slightly
surprised to see Trika staring intently at her. The woman was
actually glaring at her, as much as she was…
"Why is Queen Trika looking at me like I'm her
next meal?" Gabrielle whispered to Ephiny.
Ephiny glanced at the Amazon leader and
frowned. "Probably wants to finish what she started last night."
She caught the confused look in the bard's eyes. "You seriously
don't remember, do you, Gabrielle?"
"Should I?" Gabrielle shot back in a hushed
whisper, and rubbed her aching temple. "Ugh! I hate
hangovers."
"She tried…" Ephiny just rolled her
eyes. "Never mind. You don't want to know. Just stay away from her,
if at all possible. That woman's a real piece of work, ya
know?"
"I'm not really sure I remember very much that
happened last night," Gabrielle said thoughtfully. "It's all a blur
right now." She massaged her temple harder and felt her stomach
turn. "Ugh! Now I know why Xena makes me stop after just one
drink."
"You're such a lightweight, Gabrielle," Ephiny
snickered.
"Tell me about it," the bard
agreed.
A roar from the crowd caught both women and
brought their attention back to the competition. Mashuka was waving
her chobos in the air and Sherina was nowhere in sight. The log she
had been fighting from was spinning and bobbing in the
water.
"Oh, great," Gabrielle groaned aloud at the
unexpected outcome. "Please tell me Mashuka didn't just win that
contest."
"Okaaaay," Ephiny answered. "But you're not
gonna like it when you finally wake up and smell the humus." A
teasing smirk graced her features. "By the way, it stinks like a
three-day-old carcass left rotting in the late summer
sun."
Gabrielle just glared at her and gritted her
teeth against a wave of nausea the woman's words
conjured.
"Shall I make the announcement? Or would you
prefer to do the honors this time, My Queen?" Ephiny
snickered.
"You are enjoying this a little too much,"
Gabrielle accused and then her expression turned thoughtful. "I
think I feel a bout of nausea coming on."
The regent crossed her arms over her bosom.
"Don't even try to weasel your way out of the final contest,
Gabrielle. Not when we are this," she held her fingers an inch
apart, "close to victory."
A blond brow rose on the bard's features. "I
like a good challenge as much as the next girl, you know." And then
Gabrielle just turned and walked away without a backward
glance.
"Urgh!" Ephiny groaned, as Mashuka stood
dripping in front of her and all eyes were suddenly upon them.
"Queen Mashuka," the regent bowed low and then straightened up to
face the woman towering over her. "The great goddess, Artemis,
shines on you this day!"
Half the crowd cheered, while the other half
groaned or booed. Several women from Mashuka's tribe danced around
the beaming victor, as she waved her arms and whooped in triumph.
Ephiny could only stand there and hope that the earth would open up
and swallow her whole.
***
Xena signaled for her small group to remain
silent and drop down into the bushes where they were standing.
Three of the girls dropped immediately, while the other six just
stood there and gaped at the sight laid out before them. It was
Eponin who knocked the legs out from under the nearest girl still
standing that got the rest to act.
Xena kept her eyes on the scene laid out
before them. Her mind went through all the possibilities, until she
came up with an answer.
"The Northern tribe?" Eponin whispered next to
her right elbow.
"Yep," Xena whispered back. "And then
some."
"Artemis' left tit!" The weapons master
hissed. "There must be…"
"Nearly three hundred warriors," Xena supplied
when Eponin continued to silently count.
"Why'd we…" Chilapa dropped down beside
the pair, her face mirroring her surprise. She'd been the rear
guard for their little hunting group and hadn't seen the Northern
Amazon encampment. "By the gods!" She hissed.
"Yeah, welcome to it, Chi," Eponin whispered.
"Not something you see every day, let me tell ya."
"Shh," Xena held a finger to her lips, as two
Northern Amazons approached their position.
The Northern Amazons were carrying on a casual
conversation and didn't appear to notice the small group hiding
just a few paces away from them. The two women stopped and turned
their backs on the group. Xena glanced at Eponin and with silent
hand signals let the weapons master know her intentions. Eponin
just nodded.
The two Northern Amazons didn't know what hit
them as they were suddenly grabbed from behind and dragged down
into the bushes. Xena wasted no time and put the pinch on the
Amazon closest to her. She watched with satisfaction as Eponin
summarily knocked the other Amazon out with a blow to the head. The
weapons master nodded.
"I've just cut off the flow of blood to your
brain," Xena whispered loudly enough for the woman to hear her.
"You only have heartbeats to live, so you better talk
fast."
The Northern Amazon's eyes took in the
expectant faces around her. "I…I
don't…Who…"
"Not what I'm after," Xena glared at the
woman, who was struggling to breath and had a trickle of blood
running from her nose. "What are you doing here?"
"Gathering," the woman gasped. "Amazon tribes.
Came to…join…"
Xena shook her head and glanced at Eponin, who
was silently ticking off fingers. "You've been camped here more
than a moon by the looks of it. I seriously doubt you're joining
the Gathering anytime soon."
The woman's eyes rolled back in her head and
convulsions overtook her. Xena jabbed her fingers into the release
points on either side of the woman's neck and watched the Amazon go
limp. Xena's eyes met Eponin's.
"What?"
"Was that supposed to happen?" The weapons
master asked in a hushed whisper.
"Is she dead?" Chilapa put in.
Xena slapped the Amazon's cheek and waited.
Then she put her fingers to the Northern Amazon's
neck.
"Damn!" The warrior hissed.
"You killed her?" Eponin asked in a louder
whisper.
Xena glared at the weapons master. "She's not
dead, just unconscious. She'll wake up with one Hades of a
headache, though."
"Oh," Eponin breathed out. "Gods, Xena. Don't
scare my leathers off like that."
Xena just rolled her eyes and slapped the
cheek of the other Northern Amazon. "Wake up, sunshine," she said
just loud enough for the dark-haired woman to hear her. She met
Eponin's chestnut eyes. "How hard did you hit her?"
The weapons master shrugged. "Hard enough to
knock her out, I guess."
Xena shook her head and then looked at the two
girls closest to her. "Eustine and Aestia, you two drag these women
deeper into the forest and tie them to a tree. Gag them, too. We
don't want them alerting the patrols until we're far away from
here."
The two girls nodded silently and proceeded to
carry out Xena's orders.
"Now what?" Eponin looked expectantly at the
warrior.
"Now, we get the Hades outta here before
someone figures out those two are missing," Xena answered, as she
kept her gaze on the encampment. "There's something going on
here…" She suddenly put up a hand and pointed.
Eponin and Chilapa looked in the direction
Xena was pointing. They all watched silently as a small group of
women emerged from a makeshift hut-the only semi-permanent
structure in the entire encampment. Two of the Amazons were deep in
conversation, while the rest seemed to be guarding the
pair.
"The shorter one is their shamaness," Xena
whispered.
"And the tall blond?" Eponin
whispered.
"Their queen, probably," Xena answered. She
turned to the seven girls gathered behind them. "Go join the other
two and we'll be there shortly. Stay low and remain completely
silent. If you run across any patrols, stay low and don't engage
them."
Maeriska remained behind when the others slunk
back into the woods. She'd waited for the perfect opportunity to
serve the woman who would be their new queen. Ignesia would be so
proud when she delivered Xena right into the hands of the Northern
Amazons.
"Maeriska?" Eponin hissed, as she glanced back
to find the youth still there. "Get your feathered butt moving,
girl."
Maeriska didn't hesitate and jumped to her
feet. "XENA'S HERE!!" She yelled at the top of her
lungs.
Xena didn't have a chance to stop the youth.
Maeriska had placed herself on the far side of Eponin and Chilapa,
far enough away that Xena would have to dive over both of them in
order to tackle her.
"Ares' left nut!" Eponin exclaimed, as all
Hades broke loose.
The encampment was suddenly alive with
Northern Amazon warriors who grabbed weapons and headed in their
general direction. Eponin and Chilapa turned tail and ran, while
Xena grabbed the Amazon youth who had set off the alarm.
"Are you suicidal, kid?" Xena hissed into
Maeriska's face.
Maeriska just smirked. "Are you, Xena?" She
glanced at the Amazons bearing down on them. "They want your head,
you know. It will decorate the queens' dais when Ignesia takes her
place as High Queen of the Amazon Nation."
Xena let go of the smirking kid and
back-flipped into the nearest tree. She quickly maneuvered and
swung through the branches of several trees, until she dropped down
behind the Amazon kids. Several of the girls spun around to
confront her with raised weapons, but relaxed when they saw who
stood in front of them.
"Xena!" Eustine breathed a sigh of relief.
"How'd…"
Eponin and Chilapa showed up and glared at
Xena in confusion.
"How'd…"
"Never mind," Xena said, as she waved them all
deeper into the woods. "We're about to have company. Ladies, shall
we?"
Eponin didn't hesitate and took off at a quick
sprint through the trees. The eight youths followed, while Xena and
Chilapa took up positions at the rear.
"What's going on, Xena?" Chilapa asked, as
they continued on through the trees.
"I'll explain after we put some distance
between us and that angry mob," Xena answered, as she mentally
worked to come up with a plan. "Eponin!"
"Yeah?" The weapons master called without
looking back.
"Alpha Pi Kappa!" Xena exclaimed. "We need to
split up!"
"Got it, Ace!" Eponin raised a fist. "Pi team,
with me!" She called as she veered off and three girls followed
suit.
"Kappa team, this way!" Chilapa veered off in
the other direction with three girls following her.
"Meet you at the waterfall in two!" Xena
shouted, as she caught up to Eustine and Aestia. "To the trees,
girls," she said, as she did a quick somersault into the nearest
tree.
Xena waited for the two girls to join her and
then they veered north. She knew the Northern Amazons were as
skilled at maneuvering in the trees as she was. While many of them
would give chase on foot, others would take to the trees. Xena had
the girls climb higher into the thinner branches, as they continued
in a northerly direction. She had no intention of outdistancing her
pursuers.
"There," she pointed to a fir tree just ahead
that would suit her plans nicely, as her excellent hearing picked
up the sounds of their pursuers.
They made it to the tree in a few short
heartbeats, then Xena silently signaled for the girls to climb
higher. The girls did exactly what they were ordered to do without
argument. As Amazons by birth, if not yet by initiation, they were
well-acquainted with following orders and doing exactly what they
were told to do.
Alpha Pi Kappa was the emergency contingency
plan Xena had come up with for just this kind of situation. She
hadn't known there would be an army of vengeful Amazons waiting for
her when she'd come up with the plan. It was just something she and
Eponin had agreed upon when they'd camped that first night. Having
several inexperienced Amazon youths with them who would be a
liability in a fight was their first concern.
Xena put her fingers to her lips and signaled
for the girls to remain hidden in the pine branches. She then
vaulted several trees away until she was sure her charges would
remain safely hidden. When she was far enough away, she dropped
from the tree she was in and crept through the bushes to await her
prey.
Three Northern Amazons came charging through
the bushes directly in front of her and Xena waited patiently for
the right moment. Then she stood up in front of
them.
"Hello, ladies," she smirked, as she
unsheathed her sword and stood facing them.
The three women stopped and fanned out with
swords drawn.
"Come quietly and we'll let you live,
warrior," a stout brunette with wary gray eyes said. "We know who
you are, Xena."
"Not really in the mood for chitchat," Xena
glared at the woman, while she kept her peripheral vision trained
on the other two Amazons trying to flank her. "I'm training some
newbies to add to the Thracian ranks, you see."
"You're…training Amazons?" The brunette
sputtered. "What blasphemy is this? You murdered our sisters and
now you would train other murderers?"
Xena was ready for the tall Amazon's attack
from her left and merely met the woman's blade with her own. She
followed the block up with a swift kick to the woman's midsection.
The woman had barely dropped when the woman to her right attacked.
Xena met the attack with ease and quickly disarmed the surprised
Amazon, who tried to charge her like a bull. Xena merely
sidestepped the woman and let her slam head-first into the tree
next to her.
"That all ya got?" Xena returned her attention
to the woman in front of her.
Xena knew where the others were and just
waited for them to drop from the trees and show themselves. She met
a sword strike from above and caught two arrows in one hand before
they could pierce her side. She then sidestepped a sword thrust and
launched herself into a somersault that took her over the head of
the brunette. Standing behind the woman, she put her blade to the
Amazon's throat.
"Back off!" Xena shouted to the converging
women, who instantly stopped in their tracks.
"Step away from Etiene, Xena!" A voice behind
Xena made her turn to meet blazing blue eyes of the blond she'd
seen emerge earlier from the makeshift hut. "You don't stand a
chance against my warriors! They all have orders to kill you if you
don't surrender."
More than a hundred Amazons stepped from the
trees to surround her. Xena could tell there were more still
hidden. She knew the jig was up. She also knew she could fight her
way out of the situation. After all, she'd fought off more than a
hundred Persians not all that long ago. But these weren't Persians
and she hadn't set up any booby traps to catch them in. These women
were part of a heritage that her partner shared and one that she
was soon to join. She had to face them-had to face this latest
demon from her past.
Xena tossed her sword to the ground and backed
away from the woman with her arms raised in surrender. Several
Amazons stepped forward and grabbed her, while Etiene picked up
Xena's sword and handed it to the blond. Maeriska stood next to the
blond with a satisfied grin on her young face. Xena's eyes never
left the blond's.
"Impressive, Xena," Cyane walked right up to
the warrior and glared at her. "Do you know who I
am?"
"You're their queen, I presume," Xena answered
casually with an upraised brow.
"I am Cyane, Queen of the combined Northern
tribes," the woman crossed her arms over her chest and glared at
the slightly taller warrior. "Named for the great queen who stood
against you and lost her life by your hand." She spat at Xena's
feet in derision. "My sisters," she raised her hands and turned a
slow circle to take in the women around her. "I give you the
murderer of our esteemed queens! Xena! Also known as the Destroyer
of Nations!" Her eyes met Xena's. "Alti's minion and the woman who
single-handedly laid waste to the leaders of the Northern
tribes!"
A loud cheer went up from the warriors, who
raised weapons and waved them in triumph, as they continued to
cheer.
***
Gabrielle felt her heart constrict, as she
faced the large woman towering over her. A wrestling match. That
was the final event. A wrestling match. She swallowed down the lump
in her throat and tried not to tremble at the prospect of besting
Mashuka. The woman was huge. She probably weighed five times more
than Gabrielle.
"My ass is grass," the bard muttered, as
Ephiny vigorously massaged her shoulders.
Gabrielle was dressed in a simple leather top
and high-cut leather skirt. Her feet and hands were wrapped tightly
in stiff leather thongs covered with cloth. The wrappings were
meant to protect her hands and feet. This was more than a simple
wrestling match. As Ephiny had hurriedly explained, the idea was to
incapacitate one's opponent using whatever means
necessary-including punching, jabbing, or even
kicking.
"You'll do fine, Gab," Ephiny encouraged in a
tone that was somewhat less than encouraging. "Just remember
everything that Xena taught you about this type of
fighting."
"Like, don't let your opponent take you to the
ground?" Gabrielle shot back sarcastically.
"Exactly," Ephiny didn't quite catch the
sarcasm in the bard's tone. "And don't turn your back on
her."
"If she knocks me to the ground and gets on
top of me," Gabrielle continued in the same tone. "You'll be the
sole queen of the Thracian tribe, you know."
Ephiny's hands stopped.
"Uh…"
"Exactly," Gabrielle turned to face the
dumbstruck regent. "If I go down, I'll be dead. Have you seen the
size of that woman?"
Ephiny recovered enough to shrug. "Then don't
let her take you down, My Queen," she smirked.
"I should let you fight in my place,"
Gabrielle glared at the woman. "It would serve you
right."
"Not in the rules," Ephiny resumed massaging
the bard's tense shoulders. "Relax, will ya? You'll do
great."
"Just in case," Gabrielle continued with
little enthusiasm, "you have my right of caste-again. It's all
yours, Eph. Solari, you bear witness. Ephiny, I give you my right
of caste. You are now sole ruler of the Thracian Amazon
tribe."
"Ugh!" Ephiny rolled her eyes. "Your wit has
no end, Gab. Just win, will ya? Keep the damned right of caste and
just kick her butt."
"Kick more than her butt, my queen," Solari
responded with a smirk.
Gabrielle eyed both of them in turn, the
sighed. "Let's just get this show on the road, shall we?" Gabrielle
turned away from the two women and bounced on the balls of her feet
as she did some warm-ups to loosen her muscles.
They were on the practice field, surrounded by
a large crowd of eager onlookers. The crowd was situated in a
perfect circle, as several Amazons with long staffs stood around
the perimeter of the inner fighting arena.
Mashuka wore a similar outfit to Gabrielle's,
but hers barely fit the woman whose girth nearly matched her
height. The Southern queen's hands and feet were similarly wrapped
and her dark, frizzy hair framed her round face in wild
disarray.
"…if I should die before I wake…"
Gabrielle muttered softly, as she stepped into the center of the
cleared space and continued dancing on the balls of her feet. "I
pray to Elysia my soul shall take…"
Mashuka followed suit and the Amazons with
staffs snapped their weapons horizontally to form a circular
barrier. The crowd suddenly erupted in loud cheers and jeers, while
the two opponents made their way to the center of the makeshift
arena.
Gabrielle and Mashuka tapped their wrapped
fists together. Mashuka hit Gabrielle's fists with a bit more force
than expected, and Gabrielle winced.
"May the best Amazon win," the Southern queen
grinned.
"Go easy on me, Queen Mashuka," Gabrielle
quipped, as several onlookers chuckled.
Mashuka's grin broadened. "I might, Queen
Gabrielle. You are such a small woman compared to me. I don't
really wish to produce bad blood between our tribes by breaking you
in half." She finished with a wry smirk.
Gabrielle took several steps away from the
larger woman and set her stance. Xena's advice rang through her
head at that moment: "The bigger they are, the harder they fall."
Gabrielle's strategy was simple: Stay as far away from the woman's
meaty fists as possible.
And then Mashuka charged toward her with a
loud, angry growl. Gabrielle watched the woman barreling down on
her and waited until the last possible moment. Then she sidestepped
the charge and let the larger woman fly past her. Mashuka's
momentum took her several steps past Gabrielle. She finally managed
to stop and turn to face a grinning Gabrielle.
Mashuka growled and charged again. This time
her arms were outstretched as she barreled down on the dancing
bard. Gabrielle merely ducked beneath an outstretched arm and let
the woman barrel past her again. But Mashuka wasn't to be deterred.
She rounded her enormous girth with surprising speed and landed an
unexpected blow to the bard's side.
Gabrielle felt the breath rush from her lungs,
as she stumbled forward and grabbed her side. Her breath returned
with a gasp, as she leaned heavily against a staff
barrier.
"You're supposed to stay away from her,
Gabrielle," Ephiny chided from nearby.
"Ya think?" Gabrielle panted breathlessly, as
she turned to face the center of the arena.
"Here she comes again," Ephiny advised, but
Gabrielle was already on the move.
The bard decided on a more direct approach and
launched herself, feet first, into the charging Amazon. Her feet
impacted solidly in the middle of the larger woman's chest. Both
women fell backwards and Gabrielle was the first to recover. She
got to her feet and pounced on the larger woman. But Mashuka just
tossed her over her head like a sack of potatoes.
Gabrielle landed flat on her back and moved
quickly to the side. She was in time to avoid having the larger
woman slam her into the ground. Instead, Mashuka landed in the dirt
with a grunt. Gabrielle just kept rolling until she was completely
clear, then jumped to her feet. She launched herself high into the
air with a hand on her fist and an elbow poised to strike Mashuka
between the shoulder blades. But Mashuka rolled away in time to
avoid the blow and managed to get to her feet before Gabrielle
could.
A grunt warned Gabrielle that the southern
Amazon was about to strike. Gabrielle did a backwards somersault
and just avoided Mashuka's body slam. Dust billowed up around the
enormous Amazon, who quickly climbed to her feet and faced
Gabrielle with a low growl. Mashuka crouched low and stalked her
prey more slowly this time.
Gabrielle felt herself backed into the barrier
behind her. Mashuka just kept right on coming toward her. She knew
the woman's intention was to trap her against the barricade. But
Gabrielle had no intention of giving in that easily.
With her own war cry leaving her lips,
Gabrielle closed the distance between them and launched herself
into Xena's signature forward flip. It was the same move she'd
demonstrated to her erstwhile partner the day the Persians showed
up. Unfortunately, she still hadn't quite mastered the
landing.
"Ugh!" Gabrielle groaned as she cleared the
Amazon with ease, only to land awkwardly on the same foot she'd
sprained not so long ago. Her ankle twisted painfully and she went
down in a heap. "Gods on Olympus!" Her anger flared and she felt
her heartbeat quicken in time with her painfully throbbing
ankle.
Gabrielle knew her opponent was charging
toward her again. In less than a heartbeat, she hopped to her good
foot and turned to face the woman. A loud howl of triumph erupted
from the larger woman as she barreled down on Gabrielle with
purposeful strides. Victory was assured as Mashuka watched
Gabrielle favor her injury.
But Gabrielle's anger was not something to be
trifled with at that moment. It continued to surge through her
until she planted both feet firmly on the ground. The pain just
added fuel to a fire that was already surging into an
uncontrollable wildfire raging deep within her smaller frame. The
intensity of her rage released the demon and Gabrielle threw back
her head to cry out to the heavens above.
Ephiny watched the change come over her friend
and a feeling of dread shot through her. She watched as Gabrielle's
muscles suddenly tensed in anticipation of the larger woman's
attack. Then the bard actually did throw back her head and scream
to the heavens. The noise was enough to send a shiver of dread
through Ephiny's entire being.
Continued in Part 2.