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Timeline Notes: After the episode "A Comedy of Eros"

PART ONE

Bending to the fact that her two companions were on foot, Xena led Argo along the forest path. Stepping carefully along, she eyed her surroundings with all the ease of a caged lion.

"Problem, Xena?" Joxer, who'd been making practice swings with his sword, moved in longer strides for a few steps, bringing him quickly alongside the taller brunette.

She looked over, offering him a distracted half-smile. "We're almost to the markers," she informed him and then turned to Gabrielle. The small blonde woman quickly walked up on her other side.

Gabrielle shrugged and smiled. "Great. I can't wait to see Ephiny." Touching Xena's arm briefly, she added, "She'll be so excited."

Joxer however had been learning a little from Xena the last few days. While Gabrielle seemed unconcerned, she appeared to disregard the tension he noticed in Xena. "Something's still wrong though."

Xena stopped walking, causing Joxer and Gabrielle to do the same. "It might just be an animal." She put a hand on Joxer's shoulder.

Gabrielle twirled her staff, bounced it off the dirt and started leading the little group further on the road. Both Xena and Joxer watched her for a moment, admiring the lithe gaiety of the small woman's strides, before resuming their own pace.

Xena kept her eyes on Gabrielle. Joxer leaned close for a moment. "What was it?"

"We're being tracked by scouts already," she confided. "Up in the trees to the left." She stepped on his foot when he started to look. "Don't be obvious about it," she murmured.

Joxer nodded and moved a short distance away from Xena before looking around. Finally he looked up into the lower branches spread as a canopy over their heads. He didn't see anything, suspected that whoever was up there saw him watching and looked more intently. If Xena said there were scouts in the trees...

Then there were scouts in the trees. Joxer smiled finally noticing the different texture among the leaves. Amazon headdresses might blend in color with the autumn changed leaves, but feathers really looked nothing like leaves, if you knew how to look. He smiled and nodded again to Xena who had taught him the distinction using one of Gabrielle's decorative Amazon armbands playing hide and seek in the trees each night. The warrior returned the gesture.

A few strides more and they caught up with Gabrielle. Joxer cajoled the bard into a story to fill the remainder of their trip. After thinking for a moment, and grasping Xena's hand lightly, Gabrielle launched into the tale of Persephone.

The bard's animated voice drifted among the trees. Joxer and Xena both noticed the change in the trailing scouts' behavior. Argo whinnied when the traveling party reached the first Amazon marker. Xena turned absently to rub the mare's muzzle.

The leaves rustled overhead, signaling the arrival of the greeting party. Argo's reins were dropped. The bard and warrior both reached over their heads clasping their hands in the Amazon sign of peace. Joxer sheathed his sword and quickly followed suit as the masked women slid down sturdy ropes filling the path before the trio.

A quick head count told Joxer there were nearly twenty Amazons now in the road. He looked up at the trees, amazed that many could have hidden from view.

He started forward to ask and found several spears intercepting his approach. He looked over his shoulder at Xena, who shook her head, so he desisted.

The spears were lowered slowly. After another long moment of no movement from anyone, Xena, Gabrielle, Joxer or the Amazons, an Amazon near the front removed her mask.

Shaggy dirty blonde curls and sparkling brown eyes moved over all of them until she broke into a smile at the sight of the bard. "Gabrielle!"

Gabrielle fell into an embrace with the Amazon Regent. Other masks came off and Xena found herself in a warrior's clasp with Solari, head of the Amazon army.

Curious Amazons surrounded Joxer, who weren't examining him so much as a man, but his hand-assembled armor.

Gabrielle answered Eponin's questioning look. "That's Joxer. A friend."

"Do you wish for him to stay in the village or send him to the Centaurs, Queen Gabrielle?" This from Solari, who studied Joxer with a mixture of disdain and suspicion, as always concerned for the village's safety.

Xena looked at Joxer who was valiantly keeping his hands off the women around him. Staying in the village would be terrible on him. She shook her head at Gabrielle. But the bard didn't have the chance.

Joxer genially pushed away a hand trying to separate his armor and the secure netting. "It's nice of you to think...but... I really should move on."

Ephiny nodded. "You have helped return our queen. At least you could stay for the party."

"Party?" replied Joxer, his eyes lighting up.

"Party?" Xena's voice cracked in alarm.

"Party!" Gabrielle excitedly clasped her hands together.

Cheering and raucous banter circled the trio.

One of the younger Amazons in the party, her feathers threaded through mouse brown hair, tried to take Argo's reins helpfully. "I've got her," Xena insisted, keeping hold of the mare while giving her a mollified version of The Look. Nervously, the young woman stepped away and returned to the middle of the Amazon escort party.

Ephiny ushered Gabrielle quickly ahead of Xena and Joxer amid the mob. The party, it appeared, had already started. Xena pulled Joxer close. Tersely, she said, "The minute you touch anybody, you'll lose a hand. Be careful."

Joxer nodded, using his shoulder to angle through a group of Amazon girls who insisted on pulling at the netting holding his breastplate in place. "I figured that much out. Do you want me to take off?"

Xena spied Ephiny and Gabrielle up at the head of the swirl. "You can't. You're being acknowledged as an escort to the queen."

He nodded again. Xena watched a young Amazon eye him dramatically -- there was no accounting for taste, she thought. She watched Joxer smile -- he no doubt thought, enigmatically -- but Xena thought it made him look constipated. But then he vigorously shook his head at the young woman and moved close to Xena as they reached the perimeter of the village proper.

  With a heavy heart, Xena watched Gabrielle being greeted by everyone. A few moments earlier she'd separated herself from Joxer, reminding him again to keep his hands to himself. Now he'd managed to wedge his way toward Gabrielle. She herself could have gotten close to the bard, but the effort would have required pulling one of her "terrible" faces. While the Amazons were not on the short list of people Xena cared to impress one way or the other, their opinion was important to Gabrielle, so the warrior resolved not to irritate anyone unnecessarily.

She saw Ephiny's hand on the small of Gabrielle's back and almost considered changing that plan. Acknowledging the tightness which suddenly squeezed her chest, she found herself caught between jealousy and thankful that Gabrielle had such a protector when she herself could not be close.

The warrior took a deep breath and dispelled the constriction of her chest. She put the regent out of her mind as she walked Argo to the Amazon corral. At Xena's light push on her rump, the golden mare slipped around the gate.

"You stay away from the master over there." She pointed the mare's nose toward the stallion leader of the small horse pack. Argo pawed the ground and snorted, then lipped Xena's hand. "You don't want to be stabled here while Gabrielle and I go off and have all the fun." The warrior patted her withers, then stepped back. Argo trotted off to mingle. The mare looked back and snorted again. Xena nodded. "Just so long as we understand each other."

She turned to walk back into the village center. By her third step she had stopped looking down at her boots and found Solari approaching quickly.

"Xena."

"Solari. Something on your mind?"

"Not at the moment. No." Solari took the lead, escorting Xena through the throngs of Amazons, some at daily chores, others buzzing with news of the queen's arrival.

"Umm hmm."

Silence accompanied them to the entrance of the queen's hut. Xena entered after Solari, who went immediately to Ephiny's side, bent and whispered something to the regent. Ephiny nodded, and dismissed Solari. She sat in a small chair across the table from Gabrielle, who was passing a bowl of fruit to Joxer as the man circled, examining the wall hangings.

Gabrielle looked up at Xena, eyes warm and intimate. Ephiny was less warm, starting with a scrutiny of Xena's boots, moving slowly up absorbing the warrior's appearance. Her eyes narrowed and Xena felt ridiculously on display.

"Xena!" The bard came to her feet moving toward the warrior but stopped when Xena self-consciously dropped a hand to smooth the leather strips of her skirt. The bard cocked her head slightly, curious.

"Xena." Ephiny stood and waited as the warrior moved toward the center of the room.

"Hello. Ephiny." Xena was dismayed to find her strong voice unusually quiet. Joxer walked past. Xena liberated the bowl, snatching up an apple and biting quickly into it. Over the smooth skin of the apple, Xena eyed Ephiny. Ridiculously she noticed her own hand was shaking.

Joxer tried to take back the bowl. "Hey!"

"I'm hungry." Xena shrugged, biting again into the apple. Finally calm, she looked to Gabrielle. "Quite a welcome out there."

Gabrielle nodded and came closer. "Where'd you go?" She pulled a handful of cherries from the bowl and pulled Xena into another chair.

"Dropped Argo off at the corral."

"I'll see that your horse is well tended." Ephiny moved to the doorway. She looked once from Xena to Gabrielle and then back again. She added, "You should rest here, Gabrielle, until the festivities start." She looked at Joxer. "Come with us. You've been assigned a hut elsewhere." Joxer nodded and moved to the doorway. Ephiny looked back at Xena. "You have other quarters assigned too. When you have a moment, one of the others will show you."

Gabrielle started to say something, but Xena put a gentle hand to the bard's shoulder, a silent gesture to be still. "We'll see you at the evening meal," the Warrior Princess promised. Ephiny looked about to say something further but stopped and turned away, leaving Xena and Gabrielle alone.

The bard put down her apple and pulled Xena's from her hands. "What were you fidgeting about?"

"I don't fidget."

"Ephiny stared at you pretty hard. I don't understand why yet, but I'm sure you haven't done anything wrong. I know that makes you self-conscious."

"I'm not sure she believes that."

"For the gods' sake, Xena, you saved the village from Velasca." Gabrielle touched Xena's bracer and started unlacing it. The warrior stiffened and stepped back. "Stop fidgeting."

"I do not fidget." Xena turned to insist again and found herself being thoroughly kissed. Together they settled awkwardly into a chair. Xena found herself half straddling the arm, until she slid a little to the right.

Nuzzling and bubbly, Gabrielle hugged Xena. "I've been waiting to do that."

Xena was pleased to see the blonde happy, but she had trouble shaking the uneasy feeling which had risen, almost like a defensive battle instinct, under Ephiny's lengthy silent scrutiny. "The Amazons are very happy to see you. I figured you'd want the time to be with them for a while."

"Is that why you let them just lead me on, while you went and settled Argo?" Xena nodded. The bard nuzzled Xena's throat and straddled the warrior's lap. "Ephiny did say she had some laws she wanted me to review while I was here. I told her we could get started tomorrow." Gabrielle's hands roamed Xena's body, slipping fingers underneath leather straps and over the warrior's smooth back and shoulder muscles. "We have a few hours."

Xena sighed. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm distracted."

"Joxer's not here. Come on. I made Ephiny give him someplace else -- for his sake as well as ours." She ran a hand over the warrior's bicep, releasing the leather tie on the second bracer.

"You missed me, hmmm," sighed Xena, accepting Gabrielle's kisses on her forehead, cheeks and throat.

"Oh, yeah." The warrior slid her hands over Gabrielle's sleekness. "Do I have your attention now?" The affirmative murmur rumbled against the bard's cheek. "Good." The bard pulled back for a moment. "I am very tired of not being able to be this close to you." Xena stiffened. Gabrielle rubbed Xena's shoulders. "No. Stop. We talked to Joxer. While he's not completely comfortable, he's getting there."

Xena shook her head. "Don't you think Ephiny looked a little strange?" asked Xena, even as she sighed at the touch of her lover's hands in her hair. Gabrielle pulled free the small leather lacing which caught most of the warrior's long tresses and kept them out of her face.

Gabrielle shrugged. "Probably has to do with whatever I put off until tomorrow." She sat down. "Do you think she's worried about something? Should I cancel the party and find out what she needed instead?"

Xena thought a moment. The Regent's behavior, even though it set off warning bells, could just be tension related to leading the Amazons in Gabrielle's absence. "Maybe I'm overreacting. Ephiny did suggest the party herself."

"Still. Perhaps I should..."

The warrior put a finger to Gabrielle's lips. Obediently, the bard fell silent. "There's one thing worse than a worried Amazon."

"What's that?"

"A challenged one. Ephiny thinks whatever it is that's bothering her can wait until after the party. Otherwise she would have said something."

"Umm hmmm," replied Gabrielle, as Xena kissed her. "So we wait." She nibbled Xena's lips.

Obligingly, Xena let go her tensions and nibbled back on soft lips. "But we don't have to sit on our hands."

Gabrielle giggled as Xena's hands slid under her skirt and massaged her rear. "Um, no, but I don't mind sitting on your hands."

Xena chuckled and swept Gabrielle up into her arms, bearing the bard to the goose-tick mattress. "Just a few hours," she murmured, kissing the bard tenderly. She stripped away the small green top, kissed taut abdomen muscles, delighting in their twitch beneath her tongue as she dipped it into the bard's navel. She revealed muscular, trim legs from beneath Gabrielle's leather skirt.

"Don't yell too loudly," she warned with a sensuous smile. "I don't want to be accused of trying to kill the queen." She stroked the juncture of the bard's thighs. Closing her eyes, she tried through touch to communicate her love for Gabrielle. The feelings swelled in her chest until there were tears welling in her eyes. A gentle hand brushed at her cheeks. Opening her eyes, she fell into Gabrielle's glistening green eyes. She breathed against the bard's ear, knowing, even as the bard's hips jumped, exactly what she was doing to her love.

Gabrielle growled and shoved Xena's shoulder, urging the woman downward where the heat was building rapidly. Her voice when it came was breathy, sending Xena's own senses spirally toward bliss. She whispered, "With what you're already doing, I'm already close to expiring..."

"With pleasure?" Xena eased a finger inside the bard's damp, hot center. Then she lowered her mouth to Gabrielle's breast, suckling the flesh gently as the nipple pebbled against her tongue.

The bard squirmed. "Definitely," she said, the words uttered on the end of a purring sigh.

For the time being they forgot Joxer and Ephiny, savoring this moment of each other's time... alone.

  Gabrielle awakened, stretching luxuriantly against Xena's body as she heard the soft trumpet signaling the start of the evening festivities. She felt long fingers threading through her hair and looked up to see soft blue eyes looking down, a moment of unguarded tenderness filling them. "Sounds like the party's starting."

"Ummm hmmm." Xena stretched and shifted her legs from beneath Gabrielle's sprawled body. "Ready to greet your subjects, your majesty?"

Gabrielle flushed and pushed up, steepling her arms over Xena's abdomen, studying the warrior's face. "'Your majesty'? Come on, Xena. You've never called me that. You know I don't like it. Something you want to talk to me about?"

Xena shook her head. "You know how I am with the Amazons, Gabrielle."

"Yeah, I know." Gabrielle sat up. "But I thought this time might be different because you're with me now. Not just my friend."

Xena rolled over and pulled herself off the bed gracefully. Gabrielle watched the lithe body slide back into the supple leather. "They didn't expect me to be sleeping here. I think that says something."

Gabrielle shrugged. "You're staying with me." She paused. "I have the right to demand that, don't I?"

Xena pulled her hair free of the collar of her gambeson, and shrugged. "I'm sure you do." She examined her blade and slipped it into her sheath.

"I don't think you'll need that." Gabrielle spoke just as Xena buckled the sheath into place. The warrior raised her eyebrow and Gabrielle recanted. "But I suppose extra protection is always welcome."

Xena smiled lightly and settled to a chair to watch Gabrielle dress. The bard fetched her clothing from the various places around the floor. Every time she passed Xena's seat, the warrior would run an appreciative hand over whatever skin remained exposed.

The sensuously soft touch was driving Gabrielle back into passion's grip. Finally she tied her skirt into place and stood, smoothing the leather over her thighs. "How do I look?" Xena raised an eyebrow. "I know. I know. Wrong person to ask." Gabrielle continued to fidget slightly.

Xena stood and put a steadying hand on the slender bare shoulder. Gabrielle looked up at her, then squared her shoulders before heading for the door of the hut. The warrior realized the bard was anxious to make a good impression on her adopted people. "You'll be fine."

She made her voice fill with a confidence she no longer felt. The thought had come; Gabrielle's desire to please the Amazons created a knot of uneasiness in Xena's stomach. She definitely had felt something unwelcome in Ephiny's look. After all they had been through together she didn't like to think something she had done would harm Gabrielle's relationship with Ephiny and the other Amazons. But the hairs on her neck raised once again when Ephiny greeted them just outside the main square. Beyond, Xena could see, throngs upon throngs of assembled Amazons in celebratory leathers and decorative feathers.

"Gabrielle, welcome back. We, the Amazons of Centaur Valley, welcome you home." Ephiny pulled the bard along with outstretched hands and then turned away, revealing to Gabrielle, and Xena who stood at the bard's shoulder, the formal center of the assembly.

Amazons in headdress and seated, cradling palm drums, filled the square to the right. Dancers stood at attention on the left.

Ephiny started to raise her hand in a signal to the dancers but then paused looking to Gabrielle. "Can they begin?"

Gabrielle nodded and said, "Of course. Please. Anything they have planned."

Ephiny frowned, but nodded to the lead dancers, who began undulating to the slow, heartbeat rhythm set by the palm drummers. The regent indicated that Gabrielle and Xena were to follow her. She led them around the outside of the dancers, Gabrielle studying the rhythmic movements while Xena gently, but unnoticed, guided her carefully behind Ephiny.

Ephiny reached a small raised platform constructed of bamboo and pine thatch. There were two seats set upon it, and she indicated with a nod that Gabrielle should take the one on the left as they stepped up.

Gabrielle looked around for another seat, and frowned. "Where can Xena sit?"

"This is only for the leadership," Ephiny explained. "The dancers must be able to see to take their cues from us."

Gabrielle must have felt the chill in Ephiny's voice because Xena saw her back stiffen. Before the bard could say anything untoward, the warrior leaned close and said simply, "I'd prefer to stand."

Ephiny looked over Gabrielle's shoulder a bit of surprise on her face. Nodding, Xena stepped behind Gabrielle's chair, holding it while the bard settled. Then she stood at relaxed attention just slightly off Gabrielle's right shoulder. Ephiny then seated herself, and three pairs of eyes scanned the festivities.
 
 

PART TWO

Gabrielle studied the dancers and listened to the cadence of the music, trying to absorb the rhythm. She was a terrible dancer and she knew it, but it was important to the Amazons, particularly Ephiny, who Gabrielle liked to call a friend. So she'd find a way to learn the dance. She was good at absorbing details if she could watch what was going on.

Part of being a good storyteller, she acknowledged. But a good storyteller wasn't needed in sizing up laws, or revisions to the Amazons penal codes.

The thought made the bard glance over her left shoulder at Ephiny, who watched the dancers with studied concentration. Gabrielle hoped to find a way to live up to the responsibilities of the queen's mask the regent had convinced her to accept. She shifted in her chair and returned her gaze to the dancers.

"Enjoying the dancers, Gabrielle?" The curly-haired regent leaned close to her shoulder.

The young queen nodded. "What's next?"

"You could dance if you like. Or request archery or hand-to-hand displays," Ephiny remarked.

Gabrielle's stomach took that moment to growl and remind the young blonde she hadn't eaten since a bite of apple in the hut hours before.

Ephiny smiled, and Gabrielle felt Xena's hand on her right shoulder. "Or you could request that the meal be brought out," the regent amended.

"Yes. Please."

Ephiny rose and gestured for quiet. A hush fell over the assembly when drummers' hands stilled. The dancers slowly sank to relaxed crouches and awaited the regent's words.

"The queen has much enjoyed our display. You have certainly pleased Artemis. The huntresses have returned with the goddess' blessing. Let us bring forth the bounty and make our meal." Ephiny's full throated announcement was met with a round of cheering applause. She turned gesturing Gabrielle up.

As the bard rose slowly, she felt Xena's hand fall away from her back and experienced a twinge of uncertainty. She looked back over her right shoulder and up into the warrior's still face. Xena tilted her head briefly to the other side and Gabrielle turned back to the assembly.

"I really have enjoyed this. For all of you to welcome me... so warmly is... it makes me very happy." She smiled as the faces of the crowd began to single themselves out for her. She met Eponin's austere smile, then Solari, beside the Amazon captain, leaning on a tall drum. The pair smiled warmly back at their queen's notice. "Now, let's eat."

Laughter was the reply, and a scurry of women soon parted allowing the huge platters to be borne in to the center, and up to the dais, for her sampling.

When she was presented with the platter, Gabrielle started to reach for a biscuit-wrapped slice of sauced meat. Ephiny cleared her throat. The bard pulled her hand back and smiled quickly at the woman bearing the platter. "What?" she whispered to the regent.

"Offer thanks to Artemis."

"Isn't that the priestess' job?"

"No. The queen is the head priestess to Artemis. The women in the temple only --" Ephiny cut herself off realizing that everyone was waiting. "Just do it. Say something. I'll explain later."

Gabrielle nodded. Tentatively she opened her hands in the air over the array of food. "Artemis, goddess of both the Amazon and forest animal, you ... have provided well for both. We thank you."

That seemed to be acceptable as Ephiny nodded and the Amazons all stood at attention. Feeling distinctly uncomfortable, the bard turned away from the platter and announced, "Please eat and enjoy the rest of your night."

The formality of the evening was shattered in that short phrase. The women of the village broke their ranks and clustered around the other food trays being brought through the crowd.

Safely assuming she could now eat, Gabrielle snatched up the biscuit she'd started to take a moment earlier. Ephiny's own hand slipped over hers and snapped up another biscuit. "Thanks, Gabrielle."

The bard nibbled on the biscuit and then felt the close warmth as Xena came up on her right side and selected a corn cob from the platter. "Good?"

Mouth full, Gabrielle couldn't answer, but she stepped back, as Xena did, and settled on her chair. Ephiny left the dais to join the Amazons down in the throng, chattering and talking. The music had picked up in small groups again and they laughed, ate and sang.

The bard gestured toward Ephiny's now empty chair. "C'mon. Formalities are gone. Have a seat."

Xena nodded and moved around the bard to sit in the offered chair. "You did nicely."

"It... felt... well, odd."

"For you? You talk in public groups all the time."

Gabrielle shook her head. "Well, yes, but this was different. I don't know. I'm no priestess. What if instead of pleasing Artemis, my even pretending to this angered her?" The warrior met the bard's eyes but said nothing. "Xena?"

The warrior shrugged. "Can't help. Well, nothing beyond the myths and stories. You already know those."

Gabrielle nodded and finished her biscuit. "I have to get something to drink. Brave that crowd with me and find the punch?" She smiled at the warrior and put a hand on her arm near the elbow.

Nodding, Xena pulled the corn cob from her teeth and stood, offering Gabrielle a hand up.

"Queen Gabrielle?" A voice popped up behind the pair.

Gabrielle turned as they approached the small steps to see the woman who had spoken. She was willowy and looked rather young. Her brown shoulder-length hairpulled off her face in two braids woven with rank feathers. "Yes?"

"I'm one of your new guards, my queen. I earned the position in the last moon's competition."

"Congratulations. What is your name?"

Brown eyes sparkled with enjoyment. "Kieran. I'm born Amazon," she added proudly, puffing out her chest slightly.

"Amazons are many made one," Xena said quietly.

Kieran, who had been only studying Gabrielle, now looked up past the bard's shoulder. Xena noticed the slight lift of her lips, but then there was a pause as she wiped her face clear of emotion and responded, "Born Amazons know their roots."

Gabrielle nodded. "Of course they do." She stepped down one of the steps. "Kieran? Xena and I would like to find the drinks. Could you show us?"

Kieran returned her gaze to Gabrielle and nodded. "Certainly. Please come this way." She stepped back, gesturing for the queen to step down and precede her, then moved quickly into place behind the blonde. Xena fell into step behind Kieran's presented back.

Xena couldn't voice her thoughts, finding it disturbing she was even thinking the remarkably uncharitable words. She felt pinned down and the feeling bothered her intensely. She wanted suddenly to ... "Gabrielle."

She tried to hide her disturbed thoughts from the bard's curious green eyes. She didn't want to talk about this right now. Gabrielle apparently was just enough distracted for the warrior to carry it off. Mild query only was in the bard's voice when she responded. "Yes?"

"I'm going to talk to Solari." Xena accepted the bard's nod. "See you later."

"Be careful."

Gabrielle watched Xena walk away. Now why did I say that? We're among the Amazons, my people. What could happen here? But Xena had taught her to pay attention to her intuition. And in dealing with the warrior since their relationship had begun, Gabrielle had found that to be sound advice. So, what was worrying her? Kieran had stopped while Gabrielle and Xena conferred and now started walking again when the warrior walked away. "Kieran?"

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"If I have the answer, I swear I will tell you."

Gabrielle sighed. "Um. All right. Do you like being a queen's guard?"

"Certainly. To protect the queen for Artemis is a high honor. The highest. Every Amazon aspires to the formal post, though most take an informal protective position of both the queen and in turn the Nation."

"Why then do I get the distinct impression that the same is not to be said for the queen's friends?"

"Joxer is a man. Men are inferior friend or not."

Gabrielle frowned at the vehemence of Kieran's tone. "I disagree. However that was not who I was speaking of." She stepped up to the refreshment table and picked up a large mug. "I was speaking
of..." She took a deep swallow of what she thought was cider. Coughing and sputtering she stared into the mug and realized she'd instead picked up a mug of sharp ale. She took a deep breath, and turned back to Kieran.

"Are you all right, my queen?"

Gabrielle's eyes watered but she nodded. "I'm fine. Back to what I was saying." Kieran waited quietly. The bard carefully searched for a cider and finally was successful with a mug toward the far side of the table. "Xena is my friend. My very closest friend. You have been unkind to her. I would ask you to stop."

"Xena is not Amazon."

Gabrielle shot back, "She has served this nation better than any Amazon."

Kieran raised her staff then recalled herself. "She is not Amazon."

Gabrielle tried a different tactic. "If I order you to be nice to her will you do it?"

"I must obey every order of my queen."

"And will you feel angry while doing it?"

Kieran squared her jaw and looked away.

"I asked you a question, Kieran."

"I will not like it."

"Why?"

"Xena is not worth my time to like or dislike."

"You certainly dislike her enough. Take the time to know her. I promise you will like her."

"Is that an order, my queen?"

The woman's posture was still defensive. "No. Please go away." Suddenly Gabrielle deperately wanted to go to a corner and think in the dark and quiet. Kieran, jaw squared, moved away into the crowd, leaving Gabrielle at the refreshments. Almost immediately a pair of Amazons, older than Kieran, took up positions near the young queen.

The bard noticed the activity out of the corner of her eye and shook her head. Not talking to either shadow, she simply moved away among the partying Amazons, nibbling a meat wrap and sipping her cider. Her escorts followed, but never came closer than several arm lengths away. What am I going to do? thought the bard. This is intolerable. She decided to seek out Ephiny and find out once and for all what in Artemis' name was going on.

  Xena, meanwhile had found, not Solari, but Joxer, amid the crowd. She was tense, anxious, and aggravated. And she wanted to spar. While thinking about sparring with Solari had crossed her mind, she'd discarded the thought for the simple reason she was in a "real" fighting mood and didn't want to damage her tentative relationship with the Amazon military commander by striking too hard.

Joxer, on the other hand, would appreciate the harder exercise. She'd probably surprise him a bit, but hey, he asked for this training. "C'mon, Joxer. I wanna show you a few moves." She grabbed the warrior out of a small group of Amazons. "Excuse me, but he has a ... meeting." She pulled him free, listening in pained amusement as he made his stumbling excuses and the women -- she recognized the healer, a middle-aged woman of some forty winters, among the group. Again, she was struck by the thought, to each her own.

"What's up, Xena?" He lifted his hands and showed them to her. "I've been keeping to myself."

"Congratulations." She sighed. "I want to spar. Got some time?"

"Of course." He reached for his sword.

"Don't pull it here. Wait'll we get to the training ground."

"Okay."

She eyed Joxer, having finally noticed his excessive joviality. She paused at the edge of the village and grabbed his shoulders. He focused on her with a bit of difficulty. "Damn, you're drunk."

"Well, they kept pressing ale in my hands. You know how good that stuff is?" He gestured back to the party and smiled, stifling a giggle. Xena nearly cried with frustration and disgust. "I can still spar with you if you want."

"I ought to, just to teach you a lesson." She sighed. "But I won't. Go on back to the party, Joxer."

He smiled and turned around, stumbling back to the party. Once he stepped wrong and stubbed his foot against a rock. "Damn," he muttered, then turned back to her, rubbed the brim of his tall hat in farewell. "Night, Xena."

"Joxer, if you are crazy enough to seek companionship tonight, I hope she's as drunk as you are, or there'll be quite a mess for me to clean up in the morning." He nodded and kept walking. Xena stood in the waning torchlight and watched him go. Why did she suddenly feel he was going to have the time of his life, while she, on the other hand, would spend a miserable night alone?

Her body sense pricked up. She looked around and noticed the Amazons only as the bodies came flying out of the shadows. She hit the ground protecting her head against the onslaught of their bodies, kicks, punches and, was that a short club?

She rolled over and pushed herself to her feet, using that part of her skills that could ignore being punched, hit and otherwise in discomfort, in order to stand. She reached for her sword and pulled it free.

The Amazons backed up, but still surrounded her when she brandished her sword and barked, "What the Hades is going on?!"

"Get out, Xena."

"We don't want you here."

The warrior looked from one face to another. She noticed Kieran, the guard who had escorted Gabrielle and herself from the dais. "Why?" No answers were forthcoming from stoic faces. She turned on her heel and pushed her way out of the tightened circle of Amazons. "Well, until someone has the guts to tell me what the problem is, I'll be on the perimeter watch."

Someone whispered frantically to a neighbor and Xena was stopped. "Wait."

"So, I get an explanation now?" She turned, arms crossed over her chest. She could take this group and make pulverized Amazon stew, but she really wanted to find out what was going on, and hopefully keep Gabrielle from being upset with her or the Amazons.

"Gabrielle is our queen."

"No argument here. I made sure she could get back to you whenever you needed her."

"Our queen should be with us," added another one.

Xena sighed. "I've suggested it. She says no. Is that the problem?"

"She says no because of you," someone accused.

"What's your name?"

"Rayna," replied the accuser, a young Amazon, certainly no older than Gabrielle. She was slender, and well-muscled. She had a bow strapped to her back. One of the huntresses for the tribe obviously.

Xena nodded. "I'm sorry you feel slighted. We'll stay as long as necessary to ..."

"We don't need you. We need our queen."

Xena bristled. "I am not leaving without Gabrielle. And she's not staying without me." An Amazon punched her, and the warrior allowed the hit because she felt stupid for having issued an ultimatum in the first place. But when the second fist came flying, she stopped it. "I got the message," she said dryly.

"Get out."

Xena watched muscles flexing, fists opening and closing and prayed quickly for Gabrielle's gift of negotiation. "Ephiny mentioned a separate hut. How about we start there?"

"You're the queen's consort?" This in an amazed tone.

"By Artemis. No wonder she won't leave you."

Xena thought for a moment to take that as a compliment, but then another voice ruined it.

"You must be intimidating her."

"I don't..."

"Don't you? Xena, remember we know the Warrior Princess. The Centaurs. Corinth. Nearly half of Greece. You use intimidation to get your way." That long-winded brief history of the warrior's worst past came from Kieran.

I would never intimidate Gabrielle. Gods, when we first met, I was a sour..." 

"She was pretty bad. Silent as a mouse most of the time. Couldn't get two words out of her." 

Everyone turned to see Gabrielle coming up the walk toward the group. They parted and the bard stepped up to Xena. "You'd gone 
off. Thought you might be at the training ground." She looked around at the Amazons, who reacted with a variety of emotions, 
from surprise to chagrin, to frustration. Xena smiled warmly for Gabrielle. 

"Oh, I was just on my way back. They thought they'd escort me." 

"Good." The bard slipped her right hand into Xena's left and walked the warrior back to the party. "But I've got you now." She 
turned to the group still standing a bit stunned. "You can go back and enjoy the party. Thank you for finding Xena for me."

"Queen Gabrielle." One collected herself and sketched a bow.

"My queen." ANother lifted her short Amazon sword in salute.

"By the grace of Artemis," said another. Gabrielle accepted each response with a nod and then walked away, leading Xena.

Once they were alone on the walk. "Xena, I was looking for Ephiny when I came up on that." She looked back for a moment. "What's going on?"

Xena met the bard's eyes and shook her head. "They think I'm keeping you from your responsibilities here."

"You don't control me, or my choices."

"I thought about telling them that."

"But you didn't."

"I was dodging a fist at the time."

Gabrielle fell silent for a moment. "Let's find Ephiny," she finally said, leading the warrior back into the crowd. "You're taller, so tell me if you see her."

Xena looked over the collection of faces still drifting around the square, dancing, eating, and drinking. She finally spotted the blonde regent talking with one of the drummers. "This way."

Gabrielle followed Xena as the warrior wended her way through the crowd. No one spoke to them. They had little trouble reaching Ephiny when it became pretty clear that the bard and the warrior were headed right for her.

Even she sensed them coming up behind her and glanced from one to the other when she turned and faced them. "Enjoying the party?"

"We have a few questions."

Showing no signs of surprise or curiosity, a remarkably poised Ephiny nodded curtly. "Let's go somewhere."

Gabrielle and Xena fell in beside Ephiny as the regent led the way to her hut. Women eyed them intently and a few steps later, Ephiny turned to Xena. "Can we talk alone?"

Xena stopped and looked to Gabrielle.

Gabrielle looked from Xena to Ephiny. "Go ahead, Xena. Wait in my hut. I'll be right there."

"Are you sure?"

"I'll be all right."

Xena nodded and walked away from the pair taking the path to the queen's hut quickly in the growing darkness. The torches along the path were well-burned down now. She felt the presence nearing before she saw it. "Whoever you are. I'm headed for some quiet. If you really want to disturb that, I suggest you talk to Gabrielle first."

The presence stopped, then moved off. The warrior sighed.
 
 

  PART THREE

Ephiny wandered the interior of her hut and picked up one of Xenan's small, carved toys. Gabrielle noticed it was a wolf. "Ephiny?"

The regent turned. Her fingers flowed over the wooden toy nervously. "Yes, Gabrielle?"

"Something is wrong. Are you going to tell me what it is?"

Ephiny gestured the bard to a chair. "We've had a few problems. I was hoping it would wait until morning." She took a deep breath. "I guess it can't now."

Gabrielle settled into the chair, and studied Ephiny. "So this awful treatment of Xena has to do with what we were going to discuss in the morning? Why? Why is everyone suddenly against Xena?"

Ephiny shook her head. "First of all, it isn't everyone." She held up her hands. "Just a few people."

"You?"

"No, by the goddess. I swear."

"But she saved this village, and everyone in it when Velasca attacked." Gabrielle stood again, walking to the wash basin and bracing her hands on the tabletop before turning back and continuing. "Why, Ephiny? What's changed?"

"There were many who followed Velasca, Gabrielle."

"I thought they all left when Velasca did."

"Where would they go?" Ephiny shook her head. "No, most of them stayed. And we've been trying to work with them ever since. They want concessions. Lots of them."

"How is it I haven't heard - "

"Because you haven't been here."

"You could have written."

Ephiny sighed. She took a deep breath. "They've asked me to step down."

"You? Why?"

"Tradition must be satisfied somehow, Gabrielle. They want a queen. They don't like an Amazon who's slept with a Centaur leading them in place of a woman who'd rather wander the countryside than lead the Nation either."

Gabrielle shook her head. "But you're a good leader."

"Tradition matters to them..." Ephiny sat down, her shoulders slumping as she allowed the aggravations and troubles of the last moons to overtake her. "And to me. Please, Gabrielle. Please come back?"

Gabrielle sat down. "But what does this have to do with Xena? Why are they challenging her at every turn? Why were they actually attacking her?"

"It comes back to you. The way they see it, she's keeping you from them."

"Xena said something like that." Gabrielle stood and paced, as Ephiny sat down. "Come on, we'll just talk to them. Make them understand."

"It won't help, Gabrielle. She's not an Amazon. To their mind that makes her nothing in their eyes. If you defend her, you'll be scorned. They may then split the Nation, encouraging naming a new queen. Maybe even civil war."

Gabrielle sighed. Gods, what a mess. Xena, I wish I could have your counsel. She turned to Ephiny and said, "All right, I'm listening. Tell me what you think I should do."

Ephiny nodded and rose, fetching some scrolls from a chest at the foot of her bed. Gabrielle settled in a chair at the table and watched as the Amazon regent spread the parchments out before her. Both of them sighed deeply and began reading.

  Xena stepped through the doorway, and found tallow candles to ignite, bathing the hut's dark interior with a soft light. Distantly she heard the sounds of the party continuing. Taking several deep breaths, she worked to blow off the edge of her nervous energy. Finding Joxer drunk had caused an unexpected delay to her satisfaction. Then finding several Amazons physically challenging her, but having to restrain her reaction for Gabrielle's sake. She rubbed her shoulder. It was a wonder she wasn't already one big knot. She sat on the bed and wondered what to do.

Her body was being pulled in two different directions and the conflict brought on a serious headache. She rubbed her temples while searching for her medicinal pouch among her and Gabrielle's things. A pinch of powder and a swish of water from the wash basin and the warrior took a deep breath of relief.

Xena acknowledged, though she would never tell Gabrielle this, that she was having trouble maintaining the line between wanting to rough up some Amazons for their slights of her, and keeping her hands to herself so she didn't ruin Gabrielle's relationship with them. But she was beginning to think that no matter what she did it was going to cause problems for Gabrielle.

And she really wished that wasn't going to happen.

She'd listened as Kieran and Rayna and the others tore at her about keeping Gabrielle from them.

Could they be right? Do I keep her from them? Xena asked herself. Since recovering from her death experience, she'd kept herself and the bard on the move, from town to town. No... Well... Xena acknowledged that going to the eastern side of Greece, where she knew the terrain less was a chance for her to find new places to spread her name. Gods, I am vain.

But as soon as Gabrielle had said she wanted to go visit the Amazons, Xena had turned their little expedition around. Her relationship with the bard was too new. She wasn't sure if... well... she could ask Gabrielle... Right?

She sat down, fingers drumming the tabletop, intending to wait for Gabrielle's return.

  The bard returned to her hut deep in thought. The scrolls seemed to make things pretty clear. The Amazons was a queendom. Terreis' Right of Caste and then Melosa's death had unquestionably made her queen. Appointing Ephiny had been all right, interpretable as a recovery period after the trauma of losing, and then regaining, Xena. But the traditionalists had accepted that only for a while. A queen was expected to pray for her Amazons, curry Artemis' favor and lead her village to safety, security and fully stocked storehouses. To do that, she had to be here.

Smiling at the shadowed form seated at the table, head down, Gabrielle noticed the gutted candle. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she felt a warmth seep into her watching the warrior sleep. Gods, I do love her. Xena's hand lightly cupped the broad base of the pounded metal holder. The warrior's head rested on her other arm, eyes closed, breathing evenly.

Gabrielle sighed, pulling a blanket over the warrior's shoulders, so she wouldn't catch a chill as the night deepened. Lightly she brushed her hand over the warrior's hair, and bent close breathing in the clean scent of herbs. She'd tried so hard...

It didn't matter one stinking whit. Standing straight again she frowned and bit her lip. The final law Ephiny had pointed out affected Xena and Gabrielle the most. A mere moon ago it might not have mattered a single iota. But they'd stepped over a line the Amazons were vehemently against crossing.

No queen in recent history had ever been allowed to keep her mask after taking a non-Amazon consort. Ephiny said there had been one... and it hadn't turned out at all well, which is why the law had been made. Tired and irritated, Gabrielle had demanded to see the scroll. Ephiny didn't have it in her hut, but sent the bard on to bed and promised to bring it in the morning.

Her stroking of the warrior's hair awakened Xena. Crystal blue eyes immediately alert, she looked up. Answering that looks, Gabrielle said quietly, "I'm back."

"Everything all right?"

"Well, I have more of an explanation. More than I cared to learn, though." She backed up, holding the warrior's hand. "Come to bed?"

Xena followed Gabrielle. As they lay down, the bard nuzzled into Xena's shoulder and kissed her cheek. "What was that for?"

"For not pounding anyone tonight."

"I don't think it helped."

"I'll find a way to make it help, Xena. I promise you."

"Please, Gabrielle. Do what you have to. Don't worry about me. The Amazons are yours. I won't interfere."

"They hurt you." Gabrielle's voice was firm, full of aggravation. Xena knew it wasn't directed at her, but felt bad all the same.

"No."

"Don't tell me you haven't been thinking about what they said. Kieran. Rayna. The others." Xena said nothing. Gabrielle put her head back down on the warrior's shoulder. There was a gentle pressure as the older woman pressed her lips to the bard's hair. "I love you, Xena."

There was no answer, though Gabrielle felt Xena's arms tighten slightly around her shoulders. In each other's arms, the bard and warrior drifted in and out of a troubled sleep.

  Ephiny arrived at the queen's hut the next morning just as dawn peeked into the village from the mountain pass. Most Amazons were already awake tending to morning chores, collecting fresh supplies in the fields. She could hear them whistling Amazon marches or children's tunes. The sounds had always been comforting to her as a child. Everything was right with the world and all that, she thought dejectedly, knowing how much of a lie the veneer really was. The sound of traditional tempos caused her heart to race unpleasantly. Damn. By the goddess, I wish this mess would resolve itself without me.

But it wouldn't. She was regent, and responsible for preserving the Amazons ways and traditions, borders and treaties in the absence of the queen. On top of that, Ephiny considered it her duty because she'd put Gabrielle in the middle of this. She'd convinced the grieving woman to accept full responsibility for the mask when Xena had been dead.

She'd expected that the bard would hand back the mask after Xena's miraculous return to life. But by then Ephiny realized, Gabrielle had displayed the traits every Amazon wanted in a queen. So, despite her own personal desire to give up leadership, she'd finagled Gabrielle's agreement that she rule as regent in her absence. Now they had a rebellion to quell. Sighing she knocked on the door, and found it pushed open easily, unlatched from the inside. Cautiously she pushed against it and stepped through.

A hand shot out, grasping her shoulder. Stiflineg the urge to scream, Ephiny looked up to find Xena's eyes glowing in the dark. "Xena."

"Ephiny."

The regent frowned. "I'm sorry about last night. I didn't think they'd attack you like that."

"Did you know about them?"

Ephiny winced at the faint tone of accusation she heard in the warrior's voice. She swallowed and nodded. "We've had a few problems with those who followed Velasca."

Xena nodded. "Um hmmm," she issued noncommittally. "I'll wake Gabrielle." She indicated the scrolls of parchment tucked under Ephiny's left elbow. "I assume those are for her."

Ephiny lifted a hand. "Wait." An eyebrow arched in her direction. "Um, well, what I mean is... Can we talk for a minute? Before we wake her?"

Economical in movement as always, the warrior simply stopped crossing the room, and turned away from the bed. "Sit." Xena herself remained standing as Ephiny went to the table and pulled up a chair.

Ephiny quickly unrolled two parchments and pointed to them. "Tell me something?" The warrior eyed Gabrielle then turned back and warily nodded. "Are you and she lovers?"

Xena drew herself up carefully. "Yes."

"How long?"

"Just over a moon."

Ephiny stood quickly and pointed at Gabrielle. "Why did you have to seduce her? Things would have been perfect if -"

"I didn't seduce her."

"C'mon, Xena. You, a woman of the world? Gabrielle an innocent --
"
"Xena doesn't lie, Ephiny." Brown and blue eyes shot back quickly to the bed to see Gabrielle pull herself free of the bedcovers. "And I'd really appreciate it if everyone would understand I can make decisions for myself."

Ephiny watched Xena meet Gabrielle halfway across the room, lifting a robe from the back of a chair. The small blonde wrapped it around herself and secured the belt. The queen lifted her chin, and briefly the warrior brushed her lips against the Gabrielle's. Shoulders squaring, the young woman came over to the table holding Xena's arm.

"Juice?" asked Xena.

"Please." Gabrielle released Xena's hand and studied the regent while the warrior went to the side table and poured two small cups of juice. "Ephiny," the bard said, as Xena pressed a cup into her hand. "Xena is very important to me. I will not discuss anything until you understand that."

"Thank you," Ephiny responded.

"Gabrielle," Xena moved from one foot to the other. "Maybe I ought to leave you two..."

"No, Xena. You'd better hear this. You'll understand what happened last night." Ephiny looked up into a sight she never expected: pain-filled blue eyes.

She'd seen tenderness in those eyes, yes, when Gabrielle hugged her at the end of her first day back to life. Stern, but compassionate command she had seen when the warrior helped her deliver Xenan. She'd seen these same pain-filled eyes only once before... When Gabrielle died in Thessaly.

"You've got a problem," said Ephiny slowly, still looking at Xena.

"Did you bring the scroll?"

Ephiny pointed it out on the table. Gabrielle picked it up and began reading. She gripped Xena's hand where it rested on her shoulder.

"I don't know if there is anything I can do. You've made your intentions clear. The traditionalists have the law on their side. The only solution I can see is giving up the mask, go where you and Xena can be happy."

"This is my village, Ephiny. Terreis' village. She wanted me to be her successor. I took the queen's mask when I had nothing else. I wanted then to live up to the responsibilities. I still do." She put down the parchment and met the Amazon regent's brown eyes. "And I will. With Xena at my side."

"You can't have a non-Amazon at your side." For a moment Ephiny experienced a flash of insight. "You're going to pass through the rites, Xena?"

The warrior stepped back. "No."

There was a pause as Gabrielle apparently absorbed something. "She doesn't have to," she said finally.

Xena's frown changed to a smile, and she said wryly, "Thanks, Gabrielle."

"I didn't mean --"

"I know you didn't." The warrior smiled back and squeezed the queen's hand. "So, the Amazon queen can only have an Amazon consort? Is that the problem?"

"Either she gives you up or she gives up the mask. At least... that's what their demands are going to be."

"Demands?"

"They're on their way here right now, I'm sure."

"I'll be ready. Ephiny, go on. Tell them I'll meet them in the dining hut."

The warrio grasped her young lover's shoulder drawing the green eyes up to search hers. "Gabrielle?" 

The green took on a note of steel. "No. They're asking me to give you up. To give up what we have in the face of politics and an 
unreasonable fear. I won't do it." 

"But they'll make it a fight." 

"I'll fight." 

"You?" Gabrielle nailed Ephiny with a look that demanded an apology. "I'm sorry," the regent amended. "All right, you'll 
fight." 

"Ephiny." The warrio's questioning tone drew the regent's brown eyes up. "Just for argument's sake, where do you stand?"

"I want what's best for the Nation." She looked over to Gabrielle. "I believe Gabrielle makes an excellent queen."

"But not if she compromises her loyalties by allying herself with me." There was sharp resignation in the voice, no matter how matter-of-fact the warrior's words were. Now Gabrielle's hand came up to the warrior's shoulder to offer a warm squeeze. "It's all right. I'd guessed as much."

"I don't mean that as harshly as you make it sound."

"Don't you?" The warrior shrugged.

"No, I don't." Ephiny stood. "You saved my life. You saved Xenan's life. I can't forget that."

"But the Amazons come first? Ephiny, that's ludicrous. You married a Centaur. Come on. If anyone understands..." Gabrielle pointed out.

"Tradition is important."

Gabrielle sighed. "All right."

Ephiny stood and looked from Xena, who wasn't smiling, but didn't appear mad, to Gabrielle, who was as close to fuming as the regent had ever seen her. "I'll see you in a little while, at the dining hut?"

Xena responded quietly. "Yes."

As the regent reached the door a quiet voice stopped her. "Ephiny?"

Turning back with her hand on the door's catch, the regent met worried green eyes. "Yes, Gabrielle?"

"If I can't convince them. What happens?"

"They'll take the mask."

"How?"

"By a challenge."

"Who?" Xena posed.

"What?"

"Who do you think they'll put out to fight?"

Ephiny thought a moment. "Probably Rayna. She's their leader."

"Is she good?"

"Eponin says she's very good."

Gabrielle nodded grimly. Ephiny turned and let herself out of the hut, pulling the door closed behind her.

"Gabrielle?" Xena put a hand on her bard's shoulder and felt the shiver of indecision.

"Xena, what am I going to do? I can't fight Rayna, but I won't give you up either."

"Do you want to leave?"

Knowing the answer before she even asked the question, Gabrielle responded with a question of her own. "What would you do?" Their path was already set. She had to stay. But she wanted to hear Xena say it.

But Xena's response surprised her. "I can't tell you that."

"Why not?"

"Because I'd give me up, and stay as queen."

"Terreis felt I could do this. Otherwise, why would she have given me the Right of Caste?"

"That's probably true."

"You don't think so?"

"Terreis couldn't see the future, Gabrielle. She was rewarding your act of trying to save her life."

"I feel like the Amazons are part of my fate, Xena."

"So, you want me to leave?"

"No!" Gabrielle grasped Xena's arm.

"What else can you do?"

Gabrielle ventured. "You could become an Amazon."

"No."

"You said that exactly the same way when Ephiny brought it up. What's wrong with becoming an Amazon?"

"I won't do it." And please, Gabrielle, don't ask me why.
 
 

PART FOUR

Gabrielle sat on the edge of the bed and studied Xena standing at the window across the hut. "You can't?" Without turning around, Xena nodded. She said nothing. The bard stood, and hearing her, Xena turned toward her. Gabrielle had a moment to see the warrior's face in the light. There was a terrible pain there, and Gabrielle could not figure out why it should be there. Do I make her that uncomfortable?

She was unable to contemplate an answer to her question with the sudden interruption of a sharp double-rap on the door.

Xena ran a hand over the top of her chakram, though she left the deadly weapon on her belt. Gabrielle put a hand out toward Xena, who shook her head. Squaring her shoulders, the bard approached the door alone. She pulled it open to find a tall Amazon holding Joxer's arm as the man wobbled on his feet. "This yours?"

Gabrielle sighed and reached for the lanky warrior. "No, but I'll take him."

"Good. Tell him I want my dinars back when he wakes up."

"What?" Joxer's head shot up, then lolled back, his chin dragging against his chest.

"Joxer," Xena's voice behind Gabrielle was deep, firm, almost reprimanding.

Gabrielle pulled Joxer into the hut and found him taken out of her hands. "Xena, he's in no shape --"

"Oh, I'm not going to wake him up, Gabrielle."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to scare the daylight out of him." The warrior smirked.

"Why?"

"Because I still need to work out a few frustrations and he's a reasonable target."

"No, he's not."

"I won't hurt him."

"Xena --" Gabrielle protested as Joxer dropped into a chair. As the wooden seat tottered from the sudden, unstable weight, Xena took a couple steps backward and let out a sharp, high-pitched version of her warcry. She rotated on one foot and brought the other leg up in a spin. Her booted foot passed within a breath of Joxer's head.

The warrior yelled in surprise and kicked the chair completely over. "Damn!" he groused, pushing himself to his feet.

"Awake?"

He held his head, rubbing his temple and trying to uncross his eyes and focus on Xena's and Gabrielle's faces above him. "Yeah. Don' yell."

Xena smiled, and though she didn't yell again, she did raise her voice so it carried like a rumble of thunder. "So what trouble did you get yourself into this time?"

"Oooohh," he moaned. "I played a few games."

"With the Amazons?" Gabrielle piped in, looking past Xena's shoulder. She felt a moment of sorrow for Joxer's condition, then giggled.

"Hey, Amazons make great ale."

"Yeah, and it looks like you swam in it," Gabrielle snickered. "C'mon. What games, Joxer?"

"Didja know I'm a good with a bow?" He settled into the chair again, and put his head in his hands, massaging his temple.

Xena groaned. "Who'd you hit?"

"Nobody. I drove three arrows into a circular target." He straightened abruptly and slapped his chest proudly, then groaned in pain. "They bet me I couldn't do it."

Gabrielle shook her head. "I don't understand."

Xena lifted Joxer's chin and studied the rheumy eyes. "You are too drunk to have shot an arrow from a bow. How'd you hit the target?"

"With the bow," he replied huffily. Then he ruined the whole effect by falling out of the chair once again and hiccuping.

"Yeah, right."

"I did. I hit an arrow with the bow, and bam, it plunked right down in the center of the target."

Gabrielle laughed. "No kidding?"

He pursed his lips and grinned. "No kidding." He looked around at the hut. "So, you two having a good time?" Gabrielle shook her head. "What's wrong?"

"We've discovered there are a few unhappy Amazons."

"Eh, you'll fix that, Gabrielle. You're the greatest queen the Amazons have ever had."

"How could you determine that, Joxer? How many Amazon queens have you known?"

"Just one."

"That makes you an expert, huh?" He smiled; it came out lopsided -- one side up and one down. Xena bit her lip to keep from giggling.

"Mom made it seem pretty important that I learn about it." He stood and put his hands on his hips.

"Your mother was an Amazon?"

"Yeah. How else was she going to meet and become a warlord's wife?"

Xena shook her head. "Joxer --"

"What?" He leaned into her, and she waved her hand in between their faces. He backed up and continued. "I may not have learned warrior skills well, but I know my history."

Gabrielle pursed her lips and pointed him to the bed. "Sleep it off, Joxer. Xena and I have some things to do."

"Right." Joxer closed his eyes and fell toward the bed. He landed against the mattress with an audible thump and within seconds both women could hear him snoring.

"Can you believe that, Xena?"

"I don't know. But I think Joxer has definitely had it. Amazon revelry obviously agrees with him... too much."

Gabrielle nodded. "Ready?"

"For what?"

"I'm going to meet with Rayna. Find out exactly what their demands are."

"I'm not going with you."

"Why not? This concerns you as much as it does me."

"I have to --" She looked around the hut quickly and pointed to Joxer. "I'd better make sure he sleeps it off."

"You can't back down."

"The Amazons are your business, Gabrielle."

"So are you."

"Why are you pushing about this?"

"Because I want to work things out." She paused, hand on the door handle and looked nervously back over her shoulder at the warrior. Sighing she took her hand off the door. "Don't you?"

"I don't want to become an Amazon."

Gabrielle bit her lower lip, afraid to say something she might regret. Her emotions were drawn taut and her anxiety about the upcoming meeting with Rayna left her defenses kind of low where the warrior was concerned. Xena remained still, studying the bard's face, her own immobile. "I can't figure you out, Xena." She frowned and looked up again into blue eyes. Painfully she said, "Maybe this isn't going to work."

Xena watched the bard disappear, and wondered if the bard meant the situation... or their relationship?

Behind her Joxer's rough snoring suddenly broke through the painful silence. The warrior settled quietly in a chair to wait. She fingered the scrolls left behind by Ephiny, and turned the problem over and over again in her mind. Her nerves created a hum in her body and she stood quickly, tossing the parchments away. The wooden stakes on which the parchments were tied created a loud clatter as they hit the wall then the floor.

Though it had been six years, Xena could still smell the coppery scent of blood in the air on that crisp autumn afternoon as she stood on the mountainside, her men sweeping through the valley triumphantly. Their cries of victory mingled with the crying of the dying... women carrying swords and bows, and dressed in masks and feathers, lay all along the valley paths, dangling over tree limbs, and caught in pit traps... Amazons.

They had entered her hunting territory. She'd staked it out in preparation for the long winter coming. Amazons had heard a woman was leading the army and came with a negotiating party to discuss things.

But in those days she'd discussed nothing... Only taken everything she wanted. Affronted by her refusal, they had departed her camp... and she'd attacked before they could return to the relatively safe confines of their village. A small group of her men slaughtered the messenger party, and the others, led by her, had ridden into the village itself. Cries of 'Xena!' filled the air, and hundreds of Amazon warriors fell to her army's blades by dusk. The survivors fled.

But that hadn't been enough for Xena. She'd had to go to the Amazons' temple and order horse teams to the towering columns. With a single shout of "Ho!" she ordered the destruction of the temple to Artemis.

Xena closed her eyes falling back in time to the next moment:

The sky filled with thunder. At first she thought it was an army on horseback thundering through the mountain pass. Xena spun in the saddle aboard her bay warhorse. The sight that greeted her eyes, and those of her men who remained standing as the ground shook and the trees trembled in the growing wind, shook her to her very core.

But brashness won the battle for her tongue and she looked up at the massive giantess suddenly towering over her "Artemis! Fight me! I have taken your babies from you! I claim this land in my name."

A flood of light suddenly blinded her and threw her off her mount's back. It felt like being tossed into a wall, then pushing through it only to slam into another, and another, then... mercilessly, another.

Her men watched her come to her feet, and she shouted Ares' name: calling him to her aid. Infused with his energies, Xena challenged the goddess herself. For her troubles, she ended up with every bone in her body broken in at least two places.

Xena had hoped, at one time, to find a place among the Amazons. In an Ares haze she had ended all possibility of that ever happening. For Gabrielle's sake, she ought to just leave. If the Amazons were to be an important part of Gabrielle's life, then Xena could not. She would not force Gabrielle away from something she loved.

"What's the matter, Xena?"

Xena snapped herself from her reverie and stood, looking over as Joxer struggled onto his back and then sitting up. "So, you're awake? Feeling better?"

"I feel like I swallowed a ball of flax. Mouth's as dry as the Egyptian desert."

Xena nodded. "Yep, you're feeling better." She passed him a mug of juice. He downed it quickly. Big mistake. She averted her eyes as the warrior brought up half his stomach's contents on the floor next to the bed. "I suggest you clean that up."

Groaning, Joxer nodded. "Yeah."

"I'm going out."

Joxer noted that she put a pack on her shoulder. "Going for a ride?"

"Yeah."

"Want me to tell Gabrielle?"

"No. She has a few other things to worry about right now."

"Oh okay."

Xena watched Joxer's eyes glaze over and took pity on him. She fished in her pack and tossed him a small tied off pouch. "Here, mix this with some water and you'll feel better soon."

He reached out to catch the pouch, but it missed his hands by an arm's length. Sheepishly he picked it up from the bedcovers and opened it. "What is it?"

"Knockroot." He turned up his nose. "It doesn't have to taste good, Joxer. I promise it'll work."

"'K, thanks." He waved the pouch and slapped it back down on the bedcovers.

Xena nodded, shouldered her pack again, and let herself out of the hut.

Looking both ways to assure herself she was alone, Xena leapt quickly up, landing on another rooftop. Scaling several roofs quickly in succession, the warrior made her way to the edge of the village. Finally she dropped onto the path leading away. She whistled; Argo joined her. Mounting up, the warrior turned the horse's head. "Hee-ya," she barked. In response, the golden mare stretched out and rider and horse galloped away into the midday sun.

Good luck, Gabrielle. Xena brushed her cheeks, not surprised to find them slightly damp, and then placed her hands back on the reins with purpose. Time to find another path. She veered Argo south.
 
 

PART FIVE

Gabrielle walked along the path down the center of the Amazon village. She tried focusing on her coming meeting with Rayna, but the activity around her caught her attention.

She paused at the horse corral fence, leaning against the wooden rails. A pair of Amazons led horses around a tightly guided circle. In one hand they each held halter ropes and in the other they shook dried branches. Their eyes focused on the horses, light smiles on their faces when the horses didn't flinch.

The bard sighed, having often pictured Xena here, with Argo's offspring perhaps, training horses to the same magic she'd witnessed in Argo on so many occasions. Whenever Xena was with the golden mare, she too, had that indulgent smile playing on her lips. Gods, I want to be happy, the bard thought dispiritedly.

The dirt scuffed behind her. Gabrielle turned to watch a pair of Amazons walking the path chatting. One glanced at her, and she felt discomfort realizing that she and Xena were the topic of conversation. Turning away she leaned hard on the wooden fence and sighed. She wished Xena hadn't sounded so ... final. She wasn't sure whether the warrior was being typically obstinate and could be talked around ... or was she really completely opposed to the Amazon way?

Gabrielle looked at the Amazons, and saw a group of people who made her feel like she belonged. People who made it clear she was worth their time and energy to get to know. It had always been easy to feel welcome here. With Ephiny, who was her friend, and mentor in the Amazon customs, and Eponin -- Gabrielle smiled at the last memory of the stern warrior's lesson in staff fighting.

Eponin had always made it clear that an Amazon might fight... but her heart was always for peace... A very attractive philosophy, Gabrielle admitted, after a childhood and village life like hers had been.

The villagers of Poteidaia, her family, friends and neighbors, had been very placid... And as such, the place had been overrun time and again by one warlord or another. When Draco had come to take slaves from Poteidaia's population, he'd been interrupting the longest stretch of peace the village had experienced in the bard's young lifetime.

She'd wanted so badly to fight off Draco's men... Then Xena had appeared. The bravery she'd felt bubbling inside ... which had prompted her foolhardy speaking out... had exploded out when she saw the warrior woman, dressed only in a shift, punch, hit, and kick her way out from the center of a collapsing circle of soldiers.

She caught sight of the chakram -- she hadn't known what it was called then -- the circular weapon caught the sunlight when Xena raised it above her head. Then it flew around the small clearing, bouncing off trees as well as soldiers' heads...

Gabrielle realized she'd fallen in love then, not only with the idea of adventuring with the warrior... but with the warrior herself. A woman trying to bury her past, in order to secure a happier future.

She blew her bangs from her face in frustration and turned to walk on. She'd thought they were on the same path, headed for a settled life at peace with themselves and their surroundings. They could have it here. The bard's shoulders slumped and she turned away from the corral fence, walking once more toward her meeting with Rayna and the traditionalists. But it appeared Xena didn't want that. She scuffed the toe of her boot in the dirt.

"Where'd she go?"

Gabrielle looked up to find Kieran walking alongside her. "What?"

"The scouts reported she left a candlemark ago." Kieran paused. "I thought you might have sent her on an errand, fond as you are of her being your champion and all."

Gabrielle sighed. "She's my champion because she cares about me."

"I'd be your champion, Gabrielle."

Kieran's eyes were earnest. Gabrielle recognized hero-worship when she saw it. Hadn't she felt the same about Xena at first? "Kieran, I don't want another champion. When Melosa refused to listen about the Centaurs, we needed to avert a war."

"Melosa knew what it meant to be Amazon. She wasn't afraid."

"She may have been unafraid, but Terreis' death had blinded her to the sense Xena was trying to point out."

"Outsiders have no business advising the queen."

Gabrielle sighed. It was obvious Kieran was referring both to the incident between Melosa and Xena as well as currently under the impression that Xena advised Gabrielle now. "She won't give me any advice, Kieran."

" Hmph. I find that hard to believe. A nosy, controlling warrior like Xena isn't offering the slightest opinion?"

Gabrielle frowned. "I wish you could get to know her, Kieran. Xena has a lot of honor. What she considers none of her business, she doesn't meddle in." Kieran shook her head, obviously disbelieving. Gabrielle sighed. "Never mind. Just take me to Rayna."

"Why?"

"Well, I have to find out what the demands are before I can work out a compromise."

"Amazons don't compromise."

"Well, maybe it's time they should. You can't survive without a few compromises in life," Gabrielle shot back, finally irritated by Kieran's unwavering "Amazons know best" philosophy. "Everybody makes mistakes," she added.

"Not your precious Xena."

"Oh, she makes mistakes too. She's made plenty, and she's been trying to fix them every day since I've met her."

Kieran shrugged; Gabrielle quieted. The young Amazon guard pointed over her shoulder. "Rayna's over at the temple, offering Artemis the daily portion."

Gabrielle nodded. "Tell me more. While we walk?"

Kieran curtly dipped her head. "The priestess at the temple would be better suited -- "

"I'd prefer to hear it from you."

"All right." Gabrielle and Kieran fell into step side by side and walked toward the temple grounds, at the outskirt of the village.

"Every morning there are offerings made to Artemis. We affirm ourselves as her chosen. The queen... you... are her chief Chosen." Kieran smiled fondly. "We promise to be her representatives to the male world, teaching them to take women seriously, to treat us as equals... or die trying."

Gabrielle pursed her lips. "Die trying?"

"The noblest death is at the hands of a man in battle."

"What of peace?"

"Only when all men are subjugated will we have peace."

Gabrielle sighed again. "Um hmm."

Kieran stopped at the foot of the steps of the Temple of Artemis. The bard queen looked up at the structure. The only one made of stone instead of wood, it stood out, finely polished and gleaming in the sunlight. The wide front steps led up to the columned entrance. Two thick doors were swung wide open. Amazon guards stood to either side, their demeanors suggesting both serious duty and giddy pride.

Stepping up, Gabrielle watched their faces as she approached. Behind her she felt Kieran remaining close. "Hello," she said, first to one, then the other.

"Hello," they answered in perfect tandem echo. Gabrielle smiled.

"The queen is here to speak with Rayna. Is she within?" Kieran asked over the bard's shoulder.

"She is here. Please join her in worship, our queen."

Gabrielle looked over her shoulder at Kieran. "Is Rayna the head priestess?"

"No. She takes her responsibilities seriously."

Gabrielle bristled. The tone of Kieran's voice distinctly suggested that she felt Gabrielle did not. She was this woman's senior by only a few years, but she felt a world of difference engulfing the distance between their experiences. "I'll find Rayna on my own. I want you to find Ephiny and tell her to meet me in the queen's hut when I'm finished here."

"Yes, my queen."

Gabrielle watched Kieran go. She wondered if she'd ever get the young woman to lighten up her stance.

"Kieran is young."

Spinning in place, Gabrielle found herself face to face with a very placid-looking woman, perhaps only a year older than the bard herself. "Hello. I'm --"

"You're Gabrielle. Yes, I know."

The bard bit her lip and realized, "You're Rayna."

"Yes."

Gabrielle remembered something Ephiny had said about Rayna being the likely challenger. She's strong enough to fight better than me? Gabrielle studied the woman's slender arms, and flowing robe attire. She had swirling brown eyes. Her hair, pulled back in a single thick braid down her back, was a deep brown, the color of a wood duck's back feathers. She smiled and her face had no severity. Compared to Gabrielle's stocky build, Rayna was a reed. "I'm sorry. I was under the impression you were a fighter."

"I am whatever the goddess commands of me."

"She commands that you direct Amazons against my friends?"

Rayna shook her head. "You misunderstood."

"No, I didn't. Neither did Xena. Your fellow Amazons attacked her at the party last night."

"Shh. We need not speak of that now. You have questions?"

Though she wanted, desperately in fact, to talk about the treatment of Xena, Gabrielle accepted the change in subject as graciously as possible. She leaned back against a column. "I'm obviously behind in traditions, but I've been traveling. I thought I might talk with you about your concerns about my lack of traditionalism."

"You can learn. The goddess has great plans for you."

"You've spoken with her about me?"

"Of course I have. Every Amazon hopes and prays her queen is favored. And you are, Gabrielle." Rayna put a hand over the bard's shoulder and guided her into the temple interior. The bard absorbed the surroundings and listened as Rayna explained how and when the temple was built.

"Amazons spent the first millenium of our existence traveling. We came to Greece, a man's world, and Artemis found us intriguing. Men drove us from our homes afraid of our power, of our history, and our strength. She admired us for our fortitude. As we traveled, she would appear to the small scout groups. At that moment the visions were reported, a temple erected and a village established."

Rayna gestured to the surrounding walls, pointing out the fresco that told, in images, the story of the founding of the village. "We were the last group, Gabrielle. One of our ancestors crossing the mountains stumbled. She was tired, hungry, and weak from lack of water or food. She fell at the bank of the river that flows just outside these walls.

"The scout scooped up the clear waters in her cupped hands and bathed her face, her arms and her throat in the water. Its touch was so magnificent, so refreshing, she had no need of drink any more. She felt a presence, warm, comforting. When she looked up, there before her was the magnificence of the goddess, floating above the ground, smiling.

"The goddess spoke. 'Belrayna,' she said. 'You have pleased me with your fortitude. Take this land, here in this valley, make it your home and that of your sisters. Hunt in these woods and be my people.' "

Gabrielle watched Rayna's face as the woman told her story. When the goddess said the name of the ancestral scout, she realized the connection. "Belrayna was your ancestor."

Rayna nodded. "I owe to Artemis all that I am, and all that I have been able to accomplish. I have two fine daughters, guided to my home by the blessing of Artemis in the spring rites. They are blood of my blood, and share my heart."

Gabrielle nodded. "Sounds wonderful."

"There is nothing like having an Amazon heart, Gabrielle." Rayna smiled. "Terreis saw her heart in you when you tried to protect her life. That's why she passed her Right of Caste to you. You are Amazon, blood, body and soul." Rayna grasped Gabrielle hand and the bard felt a pulsating sensation pass between them. "Can you not feel the power of your heart?"

Gabrielle swallowed and nodded. "I can feel it." She smiled up into Rayna's face. "I am Amazon."

"Come meet your goddess, my queen," Rayna tugged their joined hands to her own chest, pressing it gently against her robe's breast. "She has waited a long time to meet you."

Gabrielle followed Rayna to the interior chamber, to kneel in prayer at the altar of Artemis, guardian of the Amazon way.

  Eponin ducked through the trees, following just out of sight and sense of the warrior she tracked. She'd followed Xena on many occasions since first meeting the warrior at Gabrielle's side when the Centaur army and the Amazon army joined forces to fight Krykus nearly two full sun cycles ago.

She carried no weapons, knowing the warrior could sense threat sooner than a body. Xena was amazing. Just by watching her, Eponin knew she'd become a better warrior herself. Her boots fell against the earth in silent patter. Her ears detected neither her own movements nor those of the warrior's which she could see leading her horse through the shadows ahead.

Where are you going, Xena? The relationship between the young Amazon queen and the warrior puzzled Eponin. It seemed, from the beginning, they were close. Eponin recognized Gabrielle's hero worship of Xena from the moment they worked out on the training field with her staff.

"I hope Xena approves." The young woman was barely out of her girlhood, her face still piquant and unlined by the weightier questions. She walked gingerly with the staff, examining it, and stopped when Eponin gestured.

"Approves?" Eponin responded twirling her staff over and around her left arm. "She has no say in this. She's an Amazon."

"She's my friend," Gabrielle replied. "I want her approval."

"Why are you following me?"

Eponin mentally kicked herself. She shrugged and stood straight, no longer trying to conceal herself or silence her movements. When she turned around, the dark-haired warrior stood behind her, hands on hips. She seemed distinctly amused only for a moment. The Amazon tried to make light of her situation and smiled. "When you left the village, I thought I'd find out exactly where you were going." Xena frowned.

"Ummm hmmm." The warrior crossed her arms over her chest and waited.

"Gabrielle didn't leave her hut smiling this morning. Then you sneak out and crawl across rooftops to escape the village. Even you have to admit that on curiosity alone, I had to follow." She smiled as she finished and the warrior shook her head.

Xena uncrossed her arms and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, putting it that way, I guess, in your position, I'd have followed me too."

"Good, glad to know I have some skills."

"Are you on their side, Eponin?"

"I'm on the side that protects Gabrielle." Eponin leaned her staff against a tree and then sat on a stump. "So, are you. You're still her champion."

Xena shook her head, her long hair falling forward over her face. "I can't do it anymore."

"Why not?"

"I can't be Amazon."

"Hell, Xena, the rites are a piece of cake for someone like you."

"It's not the rites, Eponin. I could stand all that."

Eponin shook her head. "Is it the swearing fealty thing?" She waved her hand. "Sheesh, Xena, we all know how it'd be hard submit when you've led armies. But it's really to Gabrielle. You can't have objections --"

"Will you take over as the queen's champion, Eponin?"

"Why? With all our infighting... seems to me you'd feel it more important to stay close."

"I'm really sorry for the Amazons' troubles, but it's not my problem."

Eponin squared her shoulders and admitted to herself she was stupidly going out on a limb here, but the brunette warrior's obstinance was ridiculous. "Xena, I have never seen you afraid of anything. You love her. Fight for her."

"I'm not afraid."

Eponin put her hands on her hips. "Hmph. Well, Gabrielle went to see Rayna. When she comes out of the temple, I'm sure everything will be solved."

"She'll have to make concessions."

"We'll figure out something. Ephiny's quite good at that. And Gabrielle... well, the queen has a head on her shoulders too. We'll quell this rebellion, and things'll get back to normal quickly." She gestured toward the village behind her. "Come on back. I do not want to tell Gabrielle that you weren't around when she comes out of there."

Xena felt Argo trot up behind her and rub her muzzle in the small of her back. "Eponin, can I ask you a question?"

"If I have an answer, I'll give it."

"Is there a story in the village's scrolls about a wiped out Amazon tribe?"

"I don't have the answer to that. I prefer the battlefield to the library." She fell into step beside Xena as the warrior led Argo back along the path. "Why?"

"Just a story I heard once. But I wasn't sure I believed it."

Eponin shrugged. "I'm sure many of us have been wiped out by one warlord or another. We're not invincible."

"Now, I know you're not on their side, Ep."

"Because I recognize that the Amazons are not perfect?" She shrugged again. "Seems a little unreasonable to think we're perfect. Perfect people don't need to practice." She plucked her staff from the ground and spun it experimentally. "And I have to practice, a lot."

"Have you personally had problems with the traditionalists?"

"No. They seem to be focused on Eph and Gabrielle for the moment." The Amazon's brow furrowed.

"Something up between you and Eph?"

"Don't you dare tell her I said so, but I worry about Xenan's safety."

"You think they'd harm a child?"

"They think he's an abomination. A centaur."

"You promise to tell me if they do anything against him?" Xena bit her lip.

"I thought you were leaving?" Xena remained silent. "I thought so. Come on, let's get back and give Argo a nice bag of oats."

The two women walked side by side back into the village. Many eyes followed them but Eponin squared her shoulders and Xena did the same. Crossing through, they soon found the corral and let Argo inside. Eponin introduced Xena to a young horse handler named Lira.

"Xena? The Warrior Princess?"

"She was called that, yes," responded Eponin. "But now she's in need of oats for her horse."

"Argo! This is Argo?!" Lira's grin widened immeasurably. She rubbed the mare's nose and scratched under her jaw. Appreciatively Argo dropped her ears back and closed her eyes. Xena smiled faintly. "Every horse handler knows Argo! She's magnificent." She studied the warrior a moment. "Would you consider breeding her?"

Xena smiled. "I still need her as a mount."

"In a few years then?"

"Tell you what. You take care of Argo now and I'll be sure you have a chance to see her again."

"Deal." Lira offered her hand to Xena who shook it, then coaxed the golden mare to follow her. "C'mon, Argo, have I got a treat for you."

Xena watched the mare's ears perk up as she trotted after her admirer.

Eponin came and stood at the warrior's shoulder, watching horse and handler walking away. "Made a friend?"

"Nah, Argo did." Xena mused. "I didn't think my horse would be famous."

"You'll have to find out what stories they've heard."

Eponin watched Xena's eyes darken as she replied with a thickness to her voice, "I doubt I'll be around long enough."

The weapons master said nothing and shook her head, leading the way again. "The temple's this way."

"Do you pray, Ep?"

"Every time I pick up my staff," she responded with a chuckle. "C'mon."
 

Continued in part 2