Way too long disclaimer blame Lunacy:
Standard Legal Stuff: Xena and Xena: Warrior Princess are registered trademarks of MCA. The characters of Xena and Gabrielle are the sole property of MCA. This story is not meant as an infringement of any copyright, and is not written with the intent of sale or profit. The rest of the story is copyright 1998 by Bracer, and may not be duplicated without credit to its author. If you hate it, blame me, yadda yadda yadda.
Violence: As better authors than I have pointed out, its what Xena does. Yes, it gets graphic at times. If youre really squeamish, maybe you should read something else.
Sex: Oh yes. This is a story about two women in love (even if it takes them a while to figure it out), and I surprised myself by making that kind of explicit too. If youre under 18, come back when youre older. If this offends you, come back when youve grown up. And as always, if its illegal to read this where you live, please move, whether you finally end up reading this or not. I should probably mention theres some het-sex in there as well, although rest assured none of it involves our beloved couple.
Sexual Violence\Abuse: At one point, this is talked about. In this case there are no graphic descriptions at all, but one of the characters didnt have a very pleasant time growing up, and for various reasons it was necessary for her to tell her story. I hope I worked it out in the end, but if youre sensitive, you might not want to read this. Sorry.
Xenaverse Timeline: This is set just after the second season, pre-The Furies. Yeah, Ive been working on this thing a while almost a year.
Length: You know, sometimes you start out to write a nice little short story and you wind up with a full-on novel. I apologize to anyone who had to go to the expense of a new ream of paper to print this. I guess I go on sometimes.
Further information can be found in "Authors Notes." Avoid bending, exposure to magnetic fields, or immersion in benzene. Comments and constructive criticism can be sent to email@example.com
Oh yeah, the story:
As Long As Earth Endures
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The darkly armored warrior carefully examined the rough surface of the road, letting his vision widen its focus, reading the tracks. The route east of Troy was fairly well traveled and it wasnt easy picking out the ones he was looking for, but he was very good at it, and the years had taught him patience.
Ah, there they are, he thought, smugly satisfied, finding the right sign. One traveler leading a horse, the other lighter, smaller, walking with a staff. Just touches in the dust really. Good enough if you knew how to look. Stand back, take everything in. The details were just part of the larger picture. Feel it through. Never fails. His quarry would tell how they traveled by the marks they left. The Earth knows theyve been here. Listen to her story.
Leading his own horse rather than riding so he could keep the tracks in sight, he continued following. They stopped to eat here, then had a bit of trouble there six other people, farmers most likely, being threatened by someone armed, but he was drunk, didnt pose any real threat. They talked. It was tense, but everyone went their way without a fight.
The warrior shifted in his armor, then backtracked and continued on, one step at a time. Patiently. The same way he had for over a week.
Towards mid-morning, he reached a point where the tracks led off the road and headed into the forest, moving south. Good, he smiled inwardly. Thatll make their trail easier to spot. Have to be getting close now. A day, maybe less.
He gave a wicked grin. Im going to surprise you, Xena, Warrior Princess. Hades take me if I dont.
* * *
Gabrielle lay on her back, eyes closed, feeling the warmth of the sun on her body. It was, for once, a lazy day, something shed had little of in better than two years of traveling with Xena. Yet there were the occasional times when her companion would deem it fit to take a day off even if the stoic warrior never quite admitted thats what it was. It was always a surprise, and always in some beautiful, secluded spot.
Like this one. They had arrived at a sparsely wooded glen which sloped down to a lazy, clear brook. It was genuinely lovely, but the best part, the part that nearly made Gabrielle gasp in delight when she saw it, was the close carpet of tiny, lavender and blue wildflowers which covered the ground."Xena!" the bard had gushed, almost beside herself with the storybook charm of the place."Well, how about that," Xena had smiled slightly. "Got lucky I guess Hey!" the warrior had grunted, startled when her young companion suddenly hugged her.
"Its wonderful," the bard said warmly. "Youre wonderful."
Xena suppressed a smile but was inwardly pleased at her companions joy. She owed this young woman so much. Just my sanity, and my life, she thought, maybe my soul. The warrior inside who had spent a lifetime trying not to care now found herself trying to find little things that would make the bard happy. She knew she had been cold in the last couple of months, hadnt been as open as Gabrielle had gotten used to, and there were good reasons for that. Still, some part of her just hoped that bringing the young bard here would help make up for it.
"Cmon," Xena had said, allowing the contact to linger, if only briefly, before gently pushing the bard away. "Lets set up camp. Ive got some leather and tack work to do, so you just, I dunno, go do something somewhere," she teased, rewarded with a warm smile in return.
A short while later, while Xena had slipped into a shift and sat back against a tree to oil and repair her leathers and armor, Gabrielle had found a patch of sunshine and taken out her scrolls. Yet the bard found it difficult to concentrate in the warm mid-afternoon glow, surrounded by the delicate scent of flowers, and quickly gave up. Now she lay back amongst the sweet blossoms, not sleeping exactly, but letting her mind drift. She stretched lazily, thinking of Perdicus. There was still a lingering sadness there, and she guessed it would never go away, but the sheer devastation shed felt after Callisto killed him had faded with time. Xena had helped more than the bard would ever let the woman know. The often silent warrior could offer few words of comfort, but when tears had come at sudden, unexpected moments, she never failed wrap Gabrielle in her strong arms, holding her until they passed.
And as Gabrielle had put her sorrow behind her, shed come to realize her grief had been as much out of guilt at having put him in harms way as out of loss. Perdicus had been a good man. She had loved him and they might have been happy together, yet in hindsight, shed let what was little more than a crush and her compassion for his pain and failing sway her it was not the smartest thing shed ever done, and it had gotten him killed.
Certainly her grief at his death had been nothing compared to what shed felt when Xena died. This memory was still painful enough to give her nightmares, and she pushed it away quickly.
Xena had a strength and wisdom Gabrielle knew she could never touch. The warriors heart was so strong she wouldnt even let her own dark past break her, a past that caused a hurt so deep it made Gabrielles own heart ache whenever Xena let it slip, which lately had been often.
Xena had been distant since their encounter with the Horde a few months ago, even unreadable at times. Yet the warrior had seemed calmer in these last weeks, more approachable. The bard hoped today was a sign she was ready to close that distance again. I can be patient for you Xena. I always have, and I always will. Ill be here when youre ready.
For now though, her young body resting on the warm, soft ground, the bard turned her thoughts back to Perdicus. Even if she hadnt loved him as deeply as she once thought, they had shared a single night together. He had been her first, and so far her only, and that would always be a part of her, impossible to forget.
She sighed. Especially at times like this. The sheer sensuality of lying in this wonderful glen the warmth of the sun, the subtle perfume of the flowers, the gentle whispering of the brook was growing on her. She remembered his touch on her body, the feel of his skin against hers, the smell of his sweat. If she let her thoughts float, she could still almost feel him against her. Moving gently. Moving together. Moving faster
Oooh, careful Gabrielle, she cautioned herself. Dont get too carried away. This was how it always began. Unconsciously, one hand grazed over the bare skin of her belly.
Perdicus had been very sweet, very attentive, but even after they had made love a second time it still felt like something was missing. There had been a kind of heat, tenderness, but so little passion. That was it: Passion.
Sometimes, when she hovered on the edge of sleep in her bedroll, the young bard would think of her wedding night, and her imaginative mind would soon drift to thoughts of what other things they might have done, then to what other lovers might do. Too often lately, she would fall asleep hot, dreaming of warm skin being pressed to hers, of bodies entwined in the dark.
Her hand was now caressing the taught muscles of her abs in earnest, and her nipples had grown hard under the green fabric of her top, although as lost as she was in her indistinct fantasies, she was barely aware of these things.
Many times shed been tempted by such thoughts to entice some villager into her bed, but had never done it. Then, several months ago shed come to understand why.
She had another memory, one which she only called on in the dark of the night when she could no longer resist letting her fingers slip lower, touching the very center of herself, the image of being in a gray but strangely beautiful limbo, of blue eyes meeting hers, of lips, impossibly soft and strong, covering her own.
Lost in a sea of flowers and warmth, she let the name silently drift past her open lips into the afternoon breeze. Xena
Xena watched the young woman laying down only ten feet away, had been watching her for some time. Gabrielle looked so lovely, her pale form surrounded by the soft blooms around her, that as soon as her eyes had closed Xena had stopped her leather work and simply gazed. Gabrielle was like music on a rainy day, finding places in the ex-warlords withered soul that had no joy left and filling them with hope the storm might pass. Even as shaken and unsure as the warrior had been in the last few months, Gabrielle was always there, her anchor in the light.
Xena sighed, turning back to her leatherwork. The warrior had little use for gods, had insulted enough of them in her day to think they would abandon her, if not be completely hostile. Like most of the human race. Yet something had blessed her with this precious gift, a path to redemption, an innocent to guide her out of Tartarus, a
Uh, hang on Whats this? The warrior was broken out of her reverie as she realized the bard was slowly, sensuously writhing on the flowered carpet of the glen.
Xenas eyebrow arched slowly, then she stifled a chuckle as she rolled her eyes and smiled. Well, so much for poetry. Dumb warrior, she thought, reminded that as wondrous as her companion was, the bard was, in some ways at least, still very much a young woman.
Hmm, this is interesting. Hormones running a little high lately, eh bard? She started to chuckle again, then was stopped by the sight. Through sheer will she tore her gaze away, looking up at the branches above. She swallowed.
Maybe coming here wasnt such a good idea, she thought. I really should get her around people more. She needs company. She should find herself a nice well, someone nice, who can make her feel good, let her explore the gifts nature gives every woman. Because I cant do that. I know that now.
Xena made herself still. Gabrielle, she pleaded silently. Youre so sure, and so strong. By the gods youre amazing, but except for that night with Perdicus youre missing something important. Your passion is growing, and youre not doing anything about it except let it drive you crazy dont think I dont know how often youve been pleasuring yourself after you think Im asleep. Sex can be wonderful Gabrielle, but like everything in life you have to decide how much it means to you. I didnt have that choice but you do. Dont make the same mistakes I did.
Xena knew she could just slip away. Gabrielle would never even notice her leaving. It would have been easy for the ex-warlord even if her young companion wasnt so distracted. She looked at Gabrielle, seeing again the flush in her skin, heard her delicate breathing
Careful Xena. The warrior took a few deliberate breaths. Maybe its time for a talk. She sighed, knowing that words seldom came easy to her. Just have to wing it.
Xena cleared her throat. "I can leave you alone if youd like."
Gabrielles eyes flew open as she felt her whole body blush, her head snapping around to face the warrior. She glanced up at those strong blue eyes, took in the cocked eyebrow, then sat up quickly, hugging her knees, her embarrassment so obvious she wanted to die. "Gods! I just um I mean, I was just "
"Its all right Gabrielle," Xena chuckled nonchalantly, turning back to her leathers. "Youre not the first woman who ever had a fantasy. You certainly wont be the last."
Gabrielle took a deliberate deep breath, then settled over onto her stomach and began self-consciously adjusting her clothes. Still feeling her blush, she did her best to counter what the warrior had said, not even sure why she felt compelled to do so. She took another breath, then began to explain, "I was just thinking about Perdicus "
"Aw damn," Xena said quickly, wishing she hadnt teased the young bard. Im really not good at this mothering thing. " I shouldve kept quiet. I didnt think."
"No, please dont be sorry," Gabrielle said, just as quickly. Although she was still embarrassed, the older womans matter-of-fact attitude and ease about it was calming her. Besides, the Warrior Princess wasnt exactly known for her willingness to talk. Sex and relationships were subjects that almost never came up, even though the young bard was as curious about these as she was everything else. Especially lately. So, she drew up her courage and pressed on. "I just I think about when we were together sometimes. He was the first I mean, the first I ever made love with."
Xena let out a long sigh. "Like I said, I was rude. I should have left you alone." She found a rough spot on the leather, spread a little oil on it and began smoothing it down.
Without really thinking, Gabrielle had to ask. "Who did you lose your virginity to?"
The warrior cocked an eye at her. "I dont think you want to know."
Sometimes, you just have to pry, Gabrielle thought, curiosity getting the better of her. "Oh, come on tell me. Some cute Amphipolitan kid must have been pretty surprised! Let me guess Petracles?"
Xena rolled her eyes and snorted. "I wish!"
Or at least thats what she wanted to have happened. Instead, she gripped her leathers tightly. "I wish," she nearly growled. She stared downward.
Now it was Gabrielles turn to be sorry. "Its OK Xena," she soothed, shifting around to face the warrior directly, moving closer. She realized this must be a sore spot, and her first instinct, as it always was with her troubled companion, was to try and work it through. "Its OK to talk about it, if you want if it would help " I know you wont, but its always worth a try.
Xena pulled herself back together. Maybe it was as good a way as any to get this particular talk started. At least I can tell her what not to do. Where to begin?
Xena made herself speak. "Fact is, growing up in Amphipolis there wasnt anybody who interested me." She shrugged. "The thing was I could beat anyone at anything if I worked at it long enough. That was my secret even if I wasnt good at something right away, Id just practice until I was."
Xena thought for a moment, then continued. "One thing I never had trouble with was boys. I learned early that all I had to do was stand a certain way, look at them a certain way. Boys would do what I wanted, and I couldnt ever respect them because of that. Not that I wasnt curious, I just wasnt attracted to anyone not until Petracles anyway, and with him, well "
Xena paused, searching for words. "Our relationship was more a competition than anything else. Wed flirt, draw back, make promises break them. Wed get each other excited and then back off. We got close a few times, but the truth is we never did sleep together, not once." She sighed. "Looking back I know I was at least as manipulative as he was, and when I got him to propose it was I thought of it as a victory. Of course, he thought it was the other way around." She gave a dry snort, then grew serious again. "Then Cortese came, and the wars. He left not long after. Soon Amphipolis and everything else were just memories." She laid her leathers out on her lap.
Gabrielle just sat and listened. It was rare that the warrior would relate anything about her past, but when she did, the bard knew well enough to not interrupt. Xena would work through it in her own way, or she wouldnt. Gabrielle simply hoped it would help somehow.
"His name was Bulutus," Xena said quietly. She was amazed she could remember it. "After I started an army I found I could still use the way men were attracted to me, and I used it like I did everything else. I did what I needed to. He was good looking I guess, and a good fighter. Flirting with him it was even sort of fun. Then one day, in front of everyone, he called my bluff, and I wasnt about to back down." She gave a wry chuckle. "By then I even thought I wanted it. The truth was Id simply let my own lust stew for too long. It clouded my judgement."
Gabrielle fit this into what she already knew. Gods, she wouldve been about the same age I was when I left Poteidaia. The thought struck her again just how different the two of them really were. "So what happened?"
The warrior shrugged. "I dont remember it much," she said flatly, hoping the bard wouldnt press for details. "We were both pretty drunk guess thats why it happened in the first place. He wasnt too impressed though. That I do remember."
Gabrielle could never decide if she should treasure these moments or hate them, because she knew the warrior never felt comfortable revealing herself. As curious as Gabrielle was about Xenas past, the bard knew she was one of the few people Xena ever talked to about it, and she honestly tried to never abuse the privilege. This was especially true since so much of Xenas past was obviously painful, and however much the young woman thought it would help Xena work through it, she never liked watching her companion in pain, new or remembered. "So howd it go with the two of you?" she asked, gently.
Xena went back to polishing. "A day later while raiding a village, I slit his throat," she said simply. The warrior couldnt help but look up at the young womans pale green eyes. They were wide open in disbelief.
Xena shrugged again, realizing she did so automatically, hating it. "Id planned on it, even before. Whatever his looks, he was no leader and I needed his half of the army. So I took it." She stared at the leather in her hands. "When Im honest with myself, I know thats why I let him bed me he wouldnt be alive long to tell stories."
Gabrielle said, quietly, "Youre not like that Xena, not anymore." She shifted closer. "And you know I believe you never really were. Its in the past now. Let it go."
But is that really true Gabrielle? Is it? Without you around, I could forget that so easily. Sometimes, I forget it anyway. The ex-warlord smiled grimly and tried to make herself brighten. Shed started by wanting to help Gabrielle. Now Gabrielle was trying to help her. Xena found she didnt even mind it much however painful it was sometimes, it never failed to touch her heart. Keep going.
"Yeah, well," Xena went back to polishing, "after that I knew I had a lot to learn. I learned it."
"How?" Gabrielle asked automatically.
Xena looked the bard straight in the eye. "I practiced. A lot."
"Oh," Gabrielle said, the words sinking in. Then she had a thought. "With who?" The bard rested her head on her hand eagerly, thinking this story might be getting good after all.
It wasnt to be. "Everyone." The warrior shrugged again. "Anyone."
For once, Gabrielle was speechless.
"Well," the warrior laughed dryly, "at least it was a nice way to relax after morning drills."
"So you liked it?"
"Well, not much at first," Xena admitted. "For a while I thought of it as just that: Practice. But I had my pick of who I commanded," she paused, "and the captives we took, and before long, yes. I liked it. I was pretty high-strung. I took what pleasure I wanted and didnt think much beyond what would happen day to day."
"Didnt you worry about, um, getting pregnant?"
Xena snorted again, then became more serious. She needs to know this. "There are ways to avoid that, Gabrielle." She smiled at her young companion. "The right herbs before or after usually do the trick. And, with all the drilling and exercise I do, I dont cycle too regularly either." She paused again. Now that I think of it, that would almost explain Solan
She brought herself back to the discussion at hand. "Anyway, forget the warnings your mother gave you. As long as youre careful you dont have to worry about it. Not that much anyway."
"Thats interesting." Gabrielle thought a minute. "Was it, um, fun? Having all those lovers?"
Xena pondered the question. She had to balance what she felt then with what she knew now. "At the time, yes," she said slowly, "but it didnt mean much. I liked having sex, a lot, but I never felt anything about anyone I slept with. Not most of them anyway, and when I did, more often than not well, it led to trouble."
The warrior sighed, shook her head slightly. "Besides which, men have a habit of wanting to be in control. They kind of expect you to just surrender at some point. Many of them only think about their own pleasure." She chuckled to herself. "You can guess Id have a problem with that."
Gabrielle thought about this for a moment. "I can see that. Perdicus tried to be um, giving, I guess, but he did sort of tell me what to do. Of course, I didnt know very much either. I figured he was just trying to be, well, helpful."
"He probably was." Xena poured more oil on the rag she was using. Gods, this is more talking than I usually do in a whole week. Hope she appreciates this some day. "Look, Gabrielle, dont let what happened to me My experience is very different from yours. I taught myself to use sex like a weapon, just part of my arsenal. I enjoyed it like I would a well-fought battle, and you dont meet many nice people in a warlords line of work." She smiled. "Gabrielle, some men can be very nice. Sex is a wonderful thing if you find the right person. It isnt something to be afraid of, or ashamed of enjoying, and love is the most wonderful thing of all. It took me too long to realize that."
Xena took a deep breath. She knew what she had to say next, but it took all her effort to say it. She was surprised when her voice sounded wise and factual, but she couldnt look at Gabrielle as she spoke. "But you know, you should find that out for yourself. You deserve a lover. You should stop letting me drag you all over the known world, take some time to just love someone. Learn about the joy your body can bring you, on your own terms, while youre young and things are simpler. You shouldnt just let your passion burn inside you Gabrielle it can break out and make you do things for the wrong reasons. Like mine did."
They were both quiet for a moment. Gabrielle looked down, realizing shed come very close to blurting out, "But I do love someone!" Yet hearing about Xenas experiences made her painfully aware again she herself was only a once-removed virgin. She wouldnt embarrass her warrior that way.
But she had to change the subject somehow, get Xena away from once again gently suggesting she leave for her own sake something, she noted sadly, that hadnt happened in a long time. Then she thought of another question she was dying to ask. This was one of the most intimate conversations the two of them had ever shared, and she figured it was now or never. Better make this good
Gabrielle looked up, summoning her storytelling skills to sound only casually curious. "So what about sleeping with women?"
Uh oh. The warrior raised an eyebrow. "And what would you know about it?"
"Um, not much," Gabrielle replied as nonchalantly as possible. "Thats why Im asking you. I mean, in Poteidaia I knew Gretchen and Sara. They made boots, told wonderful stories by the fire at the inn every night, and were so much in love. I am a bard, so Ive read most of Sapphos work shes only the greatest poet and lyricist of our time you know. Im also Queen of the Amazons, remember. I know what men are like well, one man anyway so I wonder about women sometimes." She settled with her head on her hand, waiting. OK, that sounded plausible. Its even the truth mostly.
Xena raised her eyebrow another notch, then chuckled. "Fair enough."
"So," Gabrielle said impatiently. "What about women?"
Xena sobered quickly. This was a minefield shed been quietly hoping to skirt around. But she had started this, so she made herself calm, went back to polishing. "Sure, Ive had women too. Not as often as men."
The bard was suddenly excited. Xena was no longer working through painful memories she was simply embarrassed. The stoic warrior hid it well, but by now Gabrielle knew when shed hit a nerve. It didnt happen often, and she pressed her advantage. "And? Whats it like?"
The older woman saw how Gabrielle had pinned her. She knew she should be annoyed, but this was skimming too close to home, and she couldnt afford to let it show. She made herself calm down even further, forced herself to think. Stay calm, Xena. Just give her the facts. "Theyre different from men "
Gabrielle shifted impatiently and cut her off. "Well I can guess that much! How are they different?"
Knowing a challenge when she heard one, Xena deliberately fixed her eyes on Gabrielles. "All right, if you want to know "
Then suddenly, Xena stopped. She looked away, closed her eyes and raised her head.
Gabrielle instantly knew the expression. Though irritated at the interruption, she dropped the conversation without a thought. "Where?" she whispered.
"Thirty paces out. Just one. Moving quiet." The warrior paused, eyes still closed. A slow smile crept across Xenas face as her eyebrow rose. "Hmm youre not bad "
In an instant the warrior was on her feet, chakram in one hand, lightly tossing Gabrielle her staff with the other. The bard shifted to her knees and caught it easily. "But Im better," Xena said to no one in particular, eyes flashing.
"Stay here. Keep quiet," she whispered to Gabrielle, then disappeared into the surrounding brush without disturbing so much as a leaf.
Gabrielle stood, holding her staff at the ready, listening to the quiet forest around her. Xena hadnt seemed too concerned so neither was she, but her curiosity was killing her. She calmed herself, trying to use her ears the way Xena had taught her.
Nothing. Not a sound. For a long moment, there was only the slightest rustling of the afternoon breeze.
Then Gabrielle heard the unmistakable whine of the chakram and a loud, surprised shout came from where it rebounded off a tree. A split instant later, the lethal spinning ring came flying out of the brushline at waist height, a darkly armored figure tumbling sideways down the slope to stay under it.
"CHEE-YAAH!" Xena leapt back into the clearing, spinning and twisting just as the chakram ricocheted off another tree within the glen. She caught it easily in mid-air, landing lightly on her feet between Gabrielle and the stranger, the ring raised high, ready for another toss at the man as he came out of his own tumble into an upright, defensive stance.
The sight of the graying hair and beard caused both women to relax and cry out, almost simultaneously, "Meleager!"
Seeing he was no longer in immediate danger, the aging warrior fell back into his usual, confident slouch. He gave a chastened grin, hooking his thumbs into the front of his belt. "Uh, hi ladies. How are things?"
"Meleager," Xena rolled her eyes, "what are you doing sneaking up on us like that? You should know better."
"Yeah well, that," he bounced on his feet, putting some swagger into his voice, drummed his fingers at his waist. "I just figured, you know, warrior to warrior "
Xena raised an eyebrow. "Youre lucky I didnt take your head off." She shook her head, but smiled as she sat back down against the tree.
"Aw Hades!" Meleager rubbed his chin, embarrassed. "All right, I guess that was kinda stupid. But I just Aw Hades!" he repeated.
Gabrielle smiled as she walked over and gave the bearded warrior a hug. "Well, its good to see you."
Meleager returned the embrace. "Good to see you too, kid."
Gabrielle pulled away slightly and looked up at her childhood hero. "You look good," she said, then looked closer. "Actually, you look better than good." It was true. The aging warrior was trimmer than when shed seen him last, and she could feel his muscles were tighter. There was also a strange twinkle in his eye.
He smiled. "Quit drinkin."
Xena raised an eyebrow. "You? Quit drinking?" She noticed Meleager still had Gabrielle in his arms, and it bothered her that it bothered her.
"Xena!" The bard shot her a look. The warrior rolled her eyes, then went back to working on her armor. "Cmon Meleager," Gabrielle said, "ignore the Warrior Cynic." She took him by the hand and led him to a sunny spot. "I think its wonderful youve decided turn your life around."
"Oh yeah," Meleager grunted as he sat down next to her. "Its all turned around all right."
The bard furrowed her brows. "Whats wrong?"
He looked at his hands. "Well, like I said, I quit drinking, about six months ago. After you, you know, saved my life and all, it just seemed to be a good idea. It was great. I started working out again, my skills started coming back. Pretty soon I was taking little jobs here and there." He noticed Gabrielle looking at him, then waved his hand dismissively. "Got back into the whole, you know, helping people out thing."
A snort from Xena earned her another sharp glance from Gabrielle. "And?" Xena prompted, her smile managing to be sweet and insulting at the same time.
"Yeah, well," Meleager continued. "About a month ago I came across some slavers kidnapping this group of women, so ah, of course I rescued them." The dry swagger was back in his voice, but he seemed to be picking his words carefully. "Turns out they were all, um, priestesses and acolytes, and naturally they were all extremely grateful, so I thought it would be a good idea for me to stick around and, you know, protect them in their travels."
"What god do they follow?" Gabrielle asked, her bardic curiosity aroused.
"A um, Sumerian Earth goddess "
Xena looked up at this. "Wait a minute!" she broke in, ice-blue eyes twinkling. "This is too perfect. Let me guess: Inanna?"
Meleager shot her a look of surprise. "Uh oh. Hades yeah." Meleager admitted. He tried to shrug it off, but he looked like a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Xena folded her arms over her chest and fixed Meleager with a leering grin that slowly gave way to a serious fit of chuckles. Gabrielle looked from one warrior to the other, puzzled and stunned even if it was Meleagers expense, Xena almost never laughed out loud like this.
The bard desperately searched her memory for the familiar name. Inanna? Sumerian Earth goddess ... Oh yeah! Ancient cult. Surprised it still exists actually come on, think Gabrielle! OK, her followers had a festival once a year to celebrate the spring and the fertility of the Earth, and they
Then it came to her. "Meleager?" She crossed her arms and gave him a chastening look. "Oh, Meleager!"
Xena shook her head, still giggling. "The great Meleager the Mighty is traveling with a cult of Sacred Whores."
"Hey!" Meleager responded with perfect seriousness, standing indignantly. "Its not like that! They do a lot of good work fine work! Its important putting people in touch with the Goddess!"
Xena stared at him, lips tightly shut. She nodded soberly.
Meleager turned to Gabrielle. "I mean, youd be surprised how spiritual I am these days."
Then Gabrielle lost it, shaking so hard with laughter she almost tumbled down the slope. At that, Xena gave up trying to hold it in, masking her own laughter by grabbing a linen towel and heading towards the brook.
Meleager just looked back and forth helplessly at two women, finally throwing up his hands. "Heathens!"
* * *
Xena had returned, a short string of fish in hand. Gabrielle was tending the fire, prompting Meleager to finish the story of how hed won the battle of Cydonia. "Well, " he said, his usual boastfulness nowhere to be found, "we really owed everything to the Cretan militia. If they hadnt held off the Turks, gave us time to regroup, wed have all been dead. Everyone in Greece still owes them a lot. Too many of them died giving us time to get away."
"I know. Ive heard the story. They were selfless and brave," Gabrielle said softly. "But you carried the day."
"Yeah, but that was a couple of days later "
Xena sat across from them and began cleaning the fish. In spite of the way she constantly teased Meleager, she liked him. He had his weaknesses his drinking, the ease with which he would lie to get out of trouble but she too had heard the stories of Meleager the Mighty while growing up. He was a strong warrior, had done a lot of good in his day. He may have fallen into his cups as the years went by, but lots of older, battle-weary soldiers needed solace. Some found it in drink, some took lovers who were much too young for them careful Xena. She pushed that thought away.
At least hed never given in to the darkness the way she had. There was something to admire in that, something Xena knew all too well. What was more, he even seemed to have dealt with his weaknesses since theyd met last.
Watching him with Gabrielle, Xena was struck by a thought: The bard had done this for him. Gabrielle had told her about the time hed helped save Poteidaia. To hear the bard tell it, it was all Meleagers doing, yet knowing what she knew of the man and reading between the lines, then remembering how Gabrielle had literally traded her life for his when theyd met last, it was clear the young woman had urged another burned-out warrior towards redemption.
The thought both thrilled and frightened her. Gabrielle had so much goodness in her heart, was always ready to help nurture that goodness in others. Did Gabrielle only stay with her because this ex-warlord needed more help than most? Was she taking advantage of her young friend by keeping her near? Were there others, even more deserving, whom the bard would happily try to heal?
Xena sighed. Thoughts like these were short of madness, but they had some merit. She knew Gabrielle loved her and would bristle at these sort of suggestions when she was being honest, the warrior knew Gabrielle was probably in love with her, which used to be a heartening thought, but lately had been just one more source of self-recrimination. Still, whatever might be going on between them, life on the road wasnt fair to her young friend. We really should be around people more, she mused again. Gabrielle needs them, and they need her. Shes done more for me than I deserve. If only she werent so wonderful
"Xena!" the bard exclaimed, crossing the camp. "Youre too quiet sometimes, you know? I didnt even see you there. Here," she said affectionately, "Ill do these." She knelt down and awkwardly picked up the remaining two whole fish, giggling as the slippery perch eluded her grasp, making Xena break into a warm smile. Then their eyes met for a moment. They locked.
Meleager noticed the long gaze and suddenly felt distinctly uncomfortable. Not knowing what else to do, he did what he always did when he felt that way. "Ahhh," he teased loudly, "you know, it does my old heart good to have women cooking for me for a change. Hey! Now, stop it!" he yelped, suddenly pelted by a twin volley of expertly thrown fish and innards. "Hades! Come on, I was kidding!"
* * *
They finished the meal just as darkness was falling, and with an eager invitation from Gabrielle, Meleager had retrieved his horse, a magnificent, black Arabian stallion, and joined the camp. Xena tried not to let her irritation show. She had, after all, just decided that her young friend needed company besides herself.
"Gods Meleager," the bard gasped. "Whered you find that horse? Hes huge. Whats his, um, name?" Gabrielle had never been comfortable around horses it had taken her the better part of a year to get used to Argo, and even riding double with Xena had been a hurdle for a time.
Meleager chuckled. "Gift from an old friend. Names Melampus."
Gabrielle shook her head. "Id have named him Colossus or something."
The aging warrior laughed as he set his saddle on the ground. "Yeah well, guess I called him that because he always seems to understand what Im saying." He patted the horses flank. "Doncha Mel?" The stallion whinnied softly and nodded its head. "There, see? He loves me." That got a loud snort. Meleager rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Well, he puts up with me anyway. About the best I can hope for these days."
"So," Xena asked as they settled around the fire, "are you finally going to tell us why youre here?"
"Oh that, well," he began sheepishly. "Aw damn. I know Im the last person who should be asking this, because I owe you both so much already. But, well, I need your help."
"Whats the trouble?" Gabrielle asked. Just like that. Xena almost smiled. Gabrielle would never refuse a friend in need.
"Well, like I said, Ive been traveling with Lilith and her followers for about a month now," he began.
"Who?" Gabrielle asked, puzzled.
"Lilith. Shes the um, High Priestess." He looked at her for a moment. "Why? You know her?"
Gabrielle shook her head. "No, but Im pretty sure the original High Priestess of Inanna was called Lilith. Is that a traditional title or something?"
"Not that I know of," Meleager frowned.
"Oh well," Gabrielle shrugged. "Guess it doesnt matter. Go on."
Meleager looked like he was about to say something, then shook his head. "Anyway, theyre headed for upper Macedonia. Theres a place there they want to settle down and make a temple. Ive been trying to keep them out of trouble, but they keep, um well, basically everywhere we go they keep on, um "
"Offering services?" Xena suggested.
"Religious services," Meleager insisted. "You know, they have some very touching ceremonies."
"Oh, touching. Good choice of words Im sure," Xena countered, trying to keep from laughing again.
"Xena!" Gabrielle hissed.
"Oh all right!" Meleager gave up. "They cant stop preaching about the power of Inanna, and among other things," he said righteously, "that means inviting everyone to, well commune with the Goddess. Through them."
Xena raised her eyebrow even higher than it already was. He turned to Gabrielle for help, noting how the bard at least seemed genuinely interested. "They still even consider themselves virgins, you know, since their ah, supplicants are actually doing it with the Goddess and not them. They celebrate the pleasure it brings, both for those who come to worship and for themselves."
He looked down, a little embarrassed. "I dont know how to explain it exactly, but its more than just great sex. I mean, I have had plenty of that after all," he added with his usual bluster, then turned serious again. "But with Lilith, it really does give you this feeling of being connected to, well everything." He shot a look back at the Warrior Princess. "And it is quite touching!"
Xena sighed. "All right, I can see how guarding a group of sexually eager women could be a problem."
"No kidding," Meleager groaned. "Every slaver and his brother is coming out of the woodwork. Ive done OK, but Ive also been lucky. Slavers are usually small bands, not well organized, but theyre starting to group together. Actually, I think theyre kind of pissed off at me. I cant do it alone anymore."
"So why not hire some mercenaries?" Gabrielle asked. "Certainly you must have friends from the old days " She stopped as both warriors looked at her like she was stupid. "What?" she said, annoyed.
"Because mercenaries arent exactly known for respecting women, Gabrielle," Xena said simply, her tactical mind settling over this unique situation. "Theyd get distracted and couldnt do their job. Not unless you could hire a lot of them," she grinned, "work them in shifts. But that brings its own problems. Unless you could trust every single one of them not likely thered be at least one whod sell you out." She turned towards Meleager. "Actually, Im wondering how youve managed it alone."
"Well, you know," Meleager responded, a little boastfully, "Ive got that warrior code thing and all " Xena shot him a look. "OK," he admitted. "Im not as young as I used to be "
Xena couldnt resist. "Having trouble, um " She waved her hand. "Keeping up?" she offered.
"Of course not!" he shot back. The swagger returned to his voice. "It just means I have a certain perspective about these things."
Xena rolled her eyes. Meleager growled, then sighed. "Look, can we stop this? Ill try to be honest if youll just, I dunno, quit being so damn smug!"
Xena relented. "All right Meleager," she said, sighing. She really was being unfair. Men were so easy to tease this way. He was a good man at heart, and really didnt deserve it. "Youre among friends here. I accept your truce."
"Thanks," he said simply. "Fact is, I mean, Lilith Ive never met anyone like her. If " He looked away for a moment. "Never mind. The important thing is that I have to get her followers to wherever theyre going in Macedonia, and I couldnt think of anyone else who could help."
"Because were women," Gabrielle said, almost a question.
"Yeah," Meleager gave a pained expression, "but I shouldve known that wouldnt matter much. They, um, took to the Amazons as well as anyone else "
"Uh, Meleager the Amazons?" Xena prompted.
"Well, thats the only place I could think of to take them, where theyd be safe and, you know, stay out of trouble," he replied.
"Meleager," Gabrielle was both exasperated and curious. "Howd you do that?"
"Well, the Amazons kind of owe me," he said simply. He really seemed to be telling the truth, without his usual hedging and embellishments. "I helped them out a couple of times, years back, and theyre not the sort who forget. I really hated calling that particular favor in, but what else was I gonna do?"
Gabrielle realized there had to be a big story behind this. It was extremely rare the Amazons allowed themselves to fall into anyones debt, much less a man. Still, she let it drop for now.
Meleager continued. "I brought Lilith and the rest there, figured it was the best place to leave them while I found you two." He gave a long, groaning sigh. "But, of course, women need the Goddess as much as men. More, from " He stopped. "From what I can tell. Should have expected that I guess well anyway, at least theyre safe for now."
He looked at Xena. "I know you have at least some influence with the Amazons. I have permission to travel on the territories, but its going to take more than the three of us to get Lilith to Macedonia safely. I need some Amazon warriors to come with us, and Im out of favors. Their Queen seems to be away somewhere, but I think between you and me and Lilith we can convince the acting regent, Ephiny, to help us out."
Gabrielle spoke up. "I dont think youll have any problem with the Amazons Meleager," she said, pausing for dramatic effect. "Im their Queen."
Meleagers head spun around, his eyes stared wide. "Say that again?"
"Im the Queen of the Amazons," she said, unsuccessfully hiding the pride she felt.
Meleager rubbed his temples as if in pain, then sighed. "You know, I shouldnt even believe that. So why doesnt it surprise me?"
Gabrielle just smiled. "Youre forgetting who I travel with. Anything can happen around Xena."
Oh no bard, Xena thought. Its the other way. Anything can happen around you.
* * *
Meleager woke to the sound of a strangled cry. He immediately rose, quick and quiet, instinctively alert, boot dagger pulled from under the bedroll and angled back along his forearm. He scanned the area, looking for trouble from the direction of the scream. There, in the pale moonlight, he made out Gabrielle kneeling over where Xena lay. He was concerned that Xena might have been harmed somehow, but that feeling was tempered by Gabrielle keeping still. Puzzled, he silently crept a little closer.
After a noiseless step or two, he froze in place. He could just make out the bard softly humming what he recognized as a love ballad in between soothing words. Although Gabrielle had her back to him, he could tell she was gently stroking Xenas hair and face, and could sense the woman warriors tense body gradually relax.
A short time later, when Xena seemed to be resting quietly again, Gabrielle leaned forward. Meleager couldnt tell from where he stood, but was almost certain the bard was gently kissing the warrior. Silently, he timed his footsteps to match Gabrielles movements as she backed away from the now peacefully sleeping woman.
He managed to be seated on his bedroll as Gabrielle reached hers, although he had no chance to pretend to be asleep before the young woman turned to look at him.
"Nightmare?" he said simply.
"Yeah," Gabrielle whispered wearily, a little embarrassed. "They almost went away for a while, but after we fought the Horde " Her voice trailed off.
Meleager nodded. "Its OK kid," he said softly. "I get em too. Used to be pretty bad."
He looked down for a moment. Gods Gabrielle the Horde? What keeps you from getting nightmares? Then, suddenly, he thought he knew the answer.
When he looked back up, Gabrielle was staring straight ahead, hugging her knees. The young womans concern was something you could almost feel in the air. Meleager reached out a callused hand and touched the edge of her bedroll. "Shes lucky, you know, to have you. Me I just started drinking myself to sleep every night. Next thing I knew Id lost a few years."
There was a moment of silence. Then Gabrielle said quietly, "Listen, Meleager, dont say anything about this to Xena in the morning. Its not the sort of thing she wants people to know. She probably wont remember it anyway. Id just as soon she didnt."
"No problem kid. I understand," he smiled warmly. "Are you gonna be OK?"
She nodded. "Yeah. Ill stay up a bit longer, make sure shes really all right. You go back to sleep though. No sense in all of us being zombies tomorrow."
"OK. Will do," he replied, smiling at her again as he lay down. "You know," he said softly, "she really is a very lucky woman, Gabrielle. And youre youre a very special one."
The bard rested her forehead on her knees, then turned towards him with a smile. "Thanks Meleager."
The aging warrior closed his eyes as he settled back. No. Thank you kid. Thank you for Xena and me both.
* * *
Gabrielle was startled awake the next morning by the sound of clashing steel. She lifted her head in bleary alarm, then heard the voices and realized it was Xena and Meleager sparring. "Great," she snorted, then rolled back over. Theyd be at it for hours.
Sure enough, Gabrielle had time to finish her nap, stoke the fire, and get breakfast going before the two of them took a break and returned to the camp. Meleager threw himself down with a loud groan. He looked completely exhausted. Xena hardly seemed winded, but Gabrielle knew the warrior would never let it show even if she were about to collapse. Wait a minute Ha! There it was, the slight, telltale rush of breath as Xena sat down. The bard smiled. His skills really must be coming back.
She picked up two waterskins, handing one to Meleager, who was closer. As he took it gratefully, the bard noticed he sported an ugly-looking bruise along the right side of his jaw. "By Artemis Meleager! Are you OK?"
"Yeah," he grimaced as she touched it lightly.
"Xena " Gabrielle began.
"He nicked me," the warrior shrugged.
"I said I was sorry," Meleager grunted.
Gabrielle crossed to Xena and gave her the second waterskin. "Let me see," the bard said quietly.
"Gabrielle, its nothing. Hardly a scratch." When the bard didnt move, Xena rolled her eyes and extended her right arm. It took a second to find, but a small cut showed just above where her wrist bracer ended. For once the warrior wasnt exaggerating. It really was hardly a scratch.
"You clobbered him for that?" the younger woman asked in a voice full of reproach. She seemed both angry and puzzled.
Xena looked away. Her gut instinct was to just shrug and say nothing. Instead, she found herself being honest, hating the thought of Gabrielle being angry with her for any reason. "He surprised me," she admitted finally. "I did it without thinking."
"Its all right Gabrielle," Meleager insisted from the other side of the fire. "It happens. Really it was my fault. I kinda got wrapped up in what we were doing and got careless." He looked at his hands. "I havent had a workout like that in a long time. It feels good to be active again, to have my body just do things the way it used to " Then, barely a whisper, "Almost like it used to."
He shook his head, then his swagger came back. "Surprised you, huh, Warrior Princess?" He raised his own eyebrow. "Well, fancy that."
"The only surprise was that you asked me to spar the first place. Want to go again?" Xena challenged.
Meleager smiled, rubbing his jaw. "Well, maybe tomorrow. Im uh, not as young as I used to be."
The bard looked from one to the other, then finally gave an exasperated shrug. "Warriors!" she huffed. "Come on. Lets eat. Weve got work to do if you two are finished fooling around."
A short while later they broke camp and headed down the road to Amazon territory, the two warriors simply leading their mounts and walking on either side of Gabrielle. For her part, the bard couldnt stop asking questions about Inannas followers and, Xena noted uncomfortably, Gabrielle seemed especially interested in talking about how they invited the Amazons to worship.
However, it was almost worth it to watch Meleager the Mighty struggle to explain it to his supposedly innocent young friend. "Well," Meleager swallowed. "You see, one of their core beliefs is the idea that, um, women should enjoy the, ah physical pleasures as much as men do."
"Well," Gabrielle said loudly, deliberately turning towards him, "that sounds familiar." She didnt have to look to know Xena was glaring at her, and from the expression on Meleagers face as he glanced over her shoulder, it must have been a doozy. Gabrielle smiled sweetly. "So?"
"Uh, yeah," he said slowly. "Well, anyway, they also believe that everyone should have a chance to reach the Goddess, and I mean everyone. Ive never seen them turn anyone away. Rich or poor, young or old well, I mean, not too young anyway theyre all welcome to the Goddess. Actually, they believe every woman is already in touch with Inanna, the priestesses just have a special bond, since theyve dedicated their um, bodies to her and all. Mostly its men who need help, and women can get especially uh, close, through them. And I swear," he said, his voice drifting off, "when you see the way their worshippers look afterwards, you believe it."
"Makes quite a show Ill bet," Xena interrupted dryly.
"Its not like I watch, Xena," he said, without a hint of defensiveness. "I wouldnt presume." That earned him a surprised arched eyebrow. "Look, I keep telling you its a beautiful thing, and you keep making jokes. Youll see for yourself in a day or so. Lets drop it til then."
With this he turned and wordlessly kept walking, leaving two slightly stunned women staring at his back. Xena and Gabrielle exchanged a long look. Finally Xena shook her head. "I guess he was serious about becoming spiritual."
"I guess so," Gabrielle replied.
* * *
Stophacles looked out through the front flaps of his tent. The camp was larger than he could ever remember it being, and it was likely to get larger still. Why cant things just be simple anymore? he asked himself, then spat on the ground in disgust.
"Still angry?" Klytus asked.
"Damn right! Those bitches are costing me money, Klytus."
"Forget about the cost. Think of the reward."
"To Tartarus with that!" Stophacles spat again. "If I wanted to spend money to make money Id have been a merchant! Slavers dont buy things, they take them! Life should be simple, and this is getting complicated, all over a bunch of worthless whores."
"A bunch of exceptionally well-trained whores," Klytus corrected, reclining back on his pallet and guzzling another mug of ale. "Which hardly makes them worthless. Just keep thinking about that quarter million dinars."
"Yeah," Stophacles said with irritation, taking his own seat and pouring himself another mug. "A quarter million, before expenses, and split how many ways now? Is it three or four? Im losing track."
"Five," Klytus replied. "You, me, the two mercenary captains, and that smith, Brack."
Stophacles groaned, "Right, Brack. I still think we shouldnt have cut him in for an equal share."
"Had us by the short hairs pal." Klytus reached for the pitcher. "Were out of front money and hes the only one who could get us that many cages and sets of chains in time. Besides, your share will still be more than youd make in five summers. Maybe we can retire somewhere quiet and just stiff the smith."
"Yeah," Stophacles grunted, thinking that wasnt a bad idea. "But this still smells of a bad deal. If Xerxes is giving us a quarter million, how much do you think hell make out of it?"
"Trying to think as little as possible," Klytus replied, hefting his mug. "Those whores will likely have an Amazon escort. We need all the help we can get."
"Well if they dont Im gonna look mighty stupid. Damn Meleager to Tartarus!" Stophacles spat again. "I dont know how he managed it, but I swear Ill see him roasting over a slow fire before this is over!"
"Let that thought keep you warm partner," Klytus yawned. "Let it keep you warm."
A day later, Xena, Gabrielle and Meleager reached the Thermodon river and turned south, finally arriving at the outer perimeter of Amazon territory. Within minutes, they heard the greeting bird call from the surrounding trees. Both Meleager and Gabrielle raised their hands to their mouths to give the return signal, then Meleager just chuckled and rubbed his jaw. "Sorry," he smiled. "Please, my Queen."
Within moments of them raising their hands above their heads in the symbol of peace, three Amazons had dropped from the trees, including Solari. All three fell to one knee before the bard, Solari lowering her head with a smile. "Queen Gabrielle, welcome home." She rose. "Xena, good to see you as always. Meleager, welcome back I think," she said with the hint of a smile, which quickly disappeared, "but I will remind you, Meleager, of the conditions with which you travel our lands."
"Way ahead of you," Meleager replied as he finished unbuckling his sword belt. With some deliberation of movement, he handed it over to the nearest Amazon, then carefully withdrew his two boot daggers and gave them up as well.
"And?" Solari said, raising an eyebrow.
"Huh? Aw Hades, hang on " He slipped his hand inside a pocket in his armor and produced a trio of hand-sized, metal X-shapes, the points of which looked sharp and deadly. Solaris further gaze produced an exaggerated groan, and Meleager slipped a pair of small push daggers from under the back of his belt.
Solari stared at him a moment longer, and he rolled his eyes and drew a thin loop of garrote wire out of his sleeve. Finally, while muttering under his breath, he unbuckled his shoulder and breastplates, handing over his body armor as well. "And thats it," he said testily, crossing his arms. "Tarendel said I could keep my pants on!"
"Actually," Solari smiled again, "she said you should keep your pants on, if I remember it right. However, Ill keep to the spirit, if not the letter of the law." She stepped between Meleager and Gabrielle, twining an arm around the bards and gripping Meleagers ear between the fingers of her other hand. "Come on, well escort you to the city."
"Ow! Hades!" he groaned. "Come on Solari, give me a break here "
"Oh no," Solari teased. "I have to warn you, oh Meleager the Mighty, not every Amazon will be happy youre back. Some of us now wish youd never asked for our help in safekeeping those priestesses of yours," her eyes twinkled at Gabrielle, "the rest dont want you taking them away."
Stifled laughter came from the raven-haired warrior behind them. "This just gets better and better."
Solari refused to give any further explanation of the current state of Amazonia, so Gabrielle made do with catching up on other important events and gossip. Things had gotten somewhat brittle between the Amazon nation and their closest neighbor to the south, the city-state of Anza. "How bad is it?" Gabrielle asked.
"Well, its not exactly good, but it hasnt gotten serious yet either," Solari replied. "I dont know all the details something to do with a stretch of land we havent used in a while, so Anza wants it, but there are a couple of other things that could use the Queens official decision. Ephinys pretty glad youre here " The Amazon let out a strange chuckle. "Well, for lots of reasons."
As they rounded the last bend in the road, the wooden battlements of the main city came into view. Nestled against them, just to one side of the main gates was what appeared to be a second, smaller city of tents and wagons.
Xenas eyes narrowed at the sight. "Meleager," her voice rumbled in her throat, "just how many women are in this cult?"
"Oh, I dunno exactly," he fumbled. "Theres Lilith, of course, and her twenty-four priestesses, they each have an acolyte. Um, support personnel cooks and the like." He saw the annoyed expression on the woman warriors face, and his head dropped a little lower along with his voice. "Some servants, a few scribes, and a handful of, well, hangers-on. Thats it. I think."
"How many?" It wasnt really a question.
"I guess its around a hundred "
Xena closed her eyes. Shed figured on protecting a small band of women, not a traveling village. "This just gets better and better."
"Look, I know its a problem," Meleager explained, his usual bluster gone. "One more time, Im sorry to drag you into this, but its not as bad as it sounds."
"Oh really?" Xena wondered what other little details Meleager had conveniently left out.
"Yes, really," he insisted. "Theyve also got their own force of guards not many, only twenty-five, but theyre good, and the Amazons agreed to train them while theyre here. Besides that, almost all Liliths followers know at least some basic self-defense. They can keep cool in a crisis."
Solari spoke up. "I can vouch for the guards Xena. They arent exactly Amazons, but then, who is?"
"Well," Xena replied slowly, "thats something at least." She shook her head, thinking. Tactically, this was going to be a difficult journey, no way around it. Still, she realized that so far Meleager had done just about everything she herself would have in the same situation. How do we keep getting into these things?
"Come on," Meleager said, "Ill take you to meet Lilith Ow! Stop doing that!"
Solari had gripped his ear again. "Oh no," she insisted. "Ephiny made it very clear I was to bring all of you directly to her, first thing."
As they approached the gates, Xena and Gabrielle were struck by the sight, sound, and even the smell of the small tent village. There didnt seem to be much activity at all, just a few women clothed in simple, if brilliantly white gowns moving from tent to tent. A chorus of voices, singing sweetly in a language Gabrielle didnt recognize seemed to come from everywhere, and the same breeze that brought the music also carried the scent of strangely delicate perfumes and incense.
"Whats going on?" Gabrielle asked.
Solari looked up, indicating the sun. "Its mid-day," she explained. "When the sun is at its height, they begin their dedication ceremony. In an hour or so services will begin." She gave an odd smile. "Or at least they will for the lucky few who get permission to go. Ephinys had to make some pretty strict rules about that." She laughed. "Come on "
Xena noticed Gabrielle just standing in place, swaying slightly, looking toward the tents. She laid a hand gently on the bards shoulder. "Are you all right?"
Gabrielle looked over at the warrior, an unreadable expression on her face. Their eyes met for a long moment, and the strawberry blonde began to smile. Then Gabrielle abruptly blinked and looked away, blushing. "Sorry," she stammered. "That song is just, kind of haunting." She looked back up at Xena. "Dont you feel it?"
Xena listened. The rhythm was slow, with high voices carrying the main chorus while lower ones worked in a counterpoint underneath, a rich combination of tonal hues. Well, it is very pretty. One of Xenas many skills, if one she rarely let herself use, was her fine singing voice. Yet now she found herself almost humming along with the music, picking out the notes, finding the place where her own range could add to it.
Almost, but not quite. She shook it off. "Yes, its nice," the warrior said flatly. "Come on."
They turned to see Solari standing with her arms crossed, a smug grin on her face. "Dont worry folks," the Amazon quipped, "it hits everyone like that the first few days. Theyve got quite a repertoire. For a while we even thought there was something besides incense in that incense. Its one reason theyre now camped outside and not inside the walls."
They made their way through the Amazon city, finally reaching the council house. Ephiny was there to greet them as they approached the door. She took Gabrielles arms in her own. "My Queen," she said, "good to have you with us again."
"Thank you Ephiny," the bard smiled, "and you know Gabrielle will do just fine. Especially for you."
"Yes Gabrielle," the regent smiled back. She extended her hand to the woman warrior. "Xena, its good to see you too, as always."
The two clasped forearms. "Ephiny."
The Amazon finally turned to the only man who could be found for miles. "And Meleager." She crossed her arms. "Why didnt you just plant a few random explosives around before you left? It would have been easier to handle."
He groaned. "Ephiny, I "
She cut him off with a wave of her hand. "Well talk about it in a moment." She gestured to one of her attendants. "Sula, see to it their horses are stabled. Bring the Queens, and Xenas belongings to the royal hut. Meleagers you can send to Lilith hell be staying outside the walls. And," she glanced at Gabrielle, "have food sent to my chambers. Well be meeting there, since he isnt allowed in the council room "
She turned to Gabrielle again with a knowing smile. "I assume youre hungry?"
The bard felt her stomach groan. "Artemis bow, I hate being that predictable. Thank you Ephiny. So tell me whats been going on here for the last, what, couple of weeks?"
The regent led them around to her own room and sat down wearily at the table. "Well, some of its been good, some of its been outright disruptive." She shot Meleager an accusing look, and the aging warrior found something really interesting in the surface of the table to pick at.
"Whats happened?" Gabrielle asked again. "And please dont blame Meleager. He just did what he thought was best."
Ephiny shrugged with resignation. "I suppose. Well," she began, "at first no one gave the cult much thought, but a few went over to see what they were about and basically they came back and spent the rest of the day wandering around in a daze with these big smiles on their faces." She gave an exasperated grunt. "Well, to keep it short, lets just say that a couple of days later, it seemed like half the city was walking around that way. Attendance at drills dropped off, and all kinds of work was just being ignored."
"That bad?" Gabrielle asked, all concerned.
Ephiny sighed. "Well, not really," she admitted. "Actually, it turns out the ones who go to worship arent the problem. They snap out of it when they need to. The real trouble started when women began arguing about who would get to go next, showing up for the queue earlier and earlier, waiting in line longer. Weve had women from all over the territories make their way here. Even the courtesy lodges are full, and thats never happened before, not in times of peace anyway. It got worse when the priestesses had to start turning women away some of them didnt take it well." Noting her Queens concern, Ephiny leaned forward, assuring, "Its all right. Nothing too serious. In fact incidents have been few, considering, but its put a definite crimp in our usual, disciplined way of life."
"Yeah, theyll do that," Meleager said absently. "Sorry. Ill, uh, try and keep quiet."
Ephiny continued. "However, the most serious problem is that some of the Amazons began to get worried we were offending Artemis by um, worshipping this Inanna."
"Any sign of that?" Gabrielle asked.
"No, not so far," Ephiny replied. She crooked her head. "In fact, when I met with Lilith to discuss the problems they were causing and brought it up, she said shed talked to Artemis and told me that she wasnt jealous."
"Weird." Gabrielles brows furrowed. She looked at Ephiny. "You believe her?"
The regent looked thoughtful. "Yes. Yes I do," she said finally. "Lilith definitely has some kind of divine connection. I believe her, but that hasnt stopped the fear among some of the Amazons. If were not careful, it could get violent."
"Gods," Gabrielle gasped. "Thats not good. A holy war among the Amazons would get out of control fast."
"Its OK," Ephiny continued, reaching across the table to soothe the bards tightening hands. "The last several days havent been that bad. We had their tents moved outside the walls a week ago, and I gave some orders that limited the number who could attend the afternoon ceremonies."
"Why not just stop it?" Xena broke in, flatly.
Ephiny looked at her for a moment, as if noticing the warriors presence for the first time, then tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and looked away. "Because in spite of everything, theyve done a lot of good," she replied honestly. "Ive seen battle-weary soldiers, withdrawn in grief, suddenly begin talking again. Couples who quarreled and split up have been reunited. Women crippled through fighting or disease have lost their self pity. And although a few have been strongly against it, in general everyone just seems to be, I dont know, happier, closer together."
Meleager was smiling. He turned to Xena smugly. "Told you." The warrior just set her jaw and glared at him.
"Yeah, well," Ephiny sighed again, turning back to Gabrielle. "Nevertheless my Queen, I think its best they move on, and soon."
"Me too," Gabrielle said. "Which brings up the next point. Meleager says that several groups of slavers are banding together. Its clear Lilith and her followers are going to need more protection on their journey than just her guards and the three of us. I believe, for obvious reasons, that Amazons would be the best suited for this. Since the journey is long Macedonia I wont make it an order for anyone to go, but "
Ephiny politely held up a hand, smiling and nodding gently. "I know. Weve already discussed this in council. I We just wanted to hear what you had to say before we made any official decision." She smiled. "Looks like you came to the same conclusion, although maybe not for the same reason."
"How so?" Gabrielle cocked her head.
Ephiny smiled again warmly, once again covering Gabrielles hands with her own. "I know Meleager and Xena are friends of yours, so I figured youd want to go with them. The journeys going to be dangerous, and we arent about to risk our Queen if we can help it. When I pointed this out, the council vote was unanimous."
"Thank you Ephiny," Gabrielle replied, just as warm. "I can always count on you, cant I?" Not so much a question as a statement.
"Always, Gabrielle, always," the regent replied, giving the bards hands another squeeze, continuing to smile. She looked down briefly, then her voice was all business again, although she never let go of her Queens smaller hands. "But asking for volunteers isnt the best way. Too many would simply want to go along for the, um, fun of it. However, Ive already begun carefully and discreetly selecting women to go with you."
"How many?" Xena broke in, rudely.
"What I can spare," Ephiny seemed irritated by the abrupt intrusion. "How many do you think youll need?"
"Cant say," the warrior replied evenly. "Ill have to see how good Liliths guards are."
Meleager leaned in uncomfortably. "Um, scuse me here, but Ive, ah, seen the guards in action. I figure maybe thirty or forty Amazons would do. More than that and wed need even more support and provisions and itd just slow us down. Well need about half archers and half soldiers, plus a few good scouts " He looked at the three pairs of eyes staring at him. "You know, if possible," he stammered.
Ephiny looked at him blankly for a moment, then shrugged with a half grin. "Actually, thats about what I figured." She looked back at her Queen. "Itll take another day or two."
"Thank you, Ephiny," Gabrielle said. "So, when can we meet Lilith?"
"In a while, if thats OK," the regent replied, giving Gabrielles hands a final squeeze, then she stood and gestured to the two Amazons who entered with trays of meat, bread, and fruit. "Their ceremonies will be over in an hour or so, and Ill guess you all want to rest a bit and eat something." She leaned over and placed a hand on Gabrielles shoulder. "Probably one of you more than others. Now, Im sorry but Ive got other things to attend to."
Ephiny leaned closer to Gabrielle, speaking softly. "But Id like very much for you to join me in council after youve seen Lilith. I need to take advantage of my Queen while I can."
The bard gave her regents hand a return squeeze. "Its always an honor to serve my people, Ephiny. Ill be there soon."
A few feet away, Xena was grinding her teeth and trying not to glare at the exchange. Meleager noticed the warriors jaw tighten, but said nothing.
* * *
Towards mid-afternoon Xena and Gabrielle followed Meleager through the gates towards Liliths tent. Meleager was required to be escorted at all times on Amazon land, but Ephiny agreed that the bard and warrior would do well enough, and that that the rules could be bent. "I guess you can keep him out of trouble as well as anyone," the regent quipped.
"Count on it," Xena had replied.
As they made their way towards the large, central tent, Gabrielle looked around wide-eyed. "By the gods Xena," she began. "I dont know what I expected from a camp of Sacred Whores, but everything seems kind of, I dont know "
"Normal," Xena finished for her. The warrior looked around. True, there was an odd undercurrent of sensuality about everything: The tents were made of softer materials than usual, with a few more decorative touches in faint colors, and the scent of understated perfumes and incense still hung in the air. Yet there was almost no overt eroticism. It was more like the camp of a large dance troupe than a traveling brothel district.
"Well," Meleager said jauntily, practically bouncing with every step, "I hate to be the one who said I told you so and whatnot, but "
"Stow it Meleager," Xena cut him off, but with some humor.
They came to the central hub of the village, an open area in front of what Xena assumed was Liliths tent. It was surrounded closely by smaller, square tents, which flanked the door and continued, one next to the other, all the way around the visible sides of the larger one. Xena figured they ringed Liliths tent completely. There was a small wooden altar just outside the door, and in front of this was a low, round table, set with an assortment of fruit. Three notably attractive women wearing brilliant white, sleeveless gowns were walking around, pouring wine for a group of perhaps ten Amazons, dressed in loose-fitting, thin, white robes, arranged on cushions around the table.
The sight made both Xena and Gabrielle pull up short. Never before had the warrior and bard seen Amazons acting quite like this. They were all smiling and laughing, with an air of total contentment and relaxation. They playfully fed each other grapes or embraced gently. One or two couples had simply reclined together, and one woman was actually braiding anothers hair with an absent smile.
The object of this attention waved at them and rose languidly with a girlish giggle. "Xena! Gabrielle! Oooh, its sooo nice to see you!"
"Eponin?" Gabrielle said with a shock as the normally battle-hardened Amazon weapons master gave her a warm, lingering hug, hands caressing the small of the bards back. "Uh, how are you?"
"Mmm, peachy " The Amazon turned with open arms to Xena, who stood frozen and stiff as she received a similar embrace. Eponin stepped back and pouted, then giggled. "Oh Xena youre such a stick in the mud!"
"Ill stick where I am, thank you."
"Oh, be that way then," she pouted again. Then she let her head loll back, hugging herself. "Cant you feel it? The Earth? The song?" She raised her arms out from her sides, palms up, closing her eyes. "Im going to enjoy this beautiful spring day the sun is sooo nice and warm "
"Eee-pohhh-niiin," her companion back at the table giggled. "Why not let Atla here finish your hair, hmmm? Its sooo soft "
Xena threw up her hands. "Enough of this," she grunted. "Come on you two, lets go see Lilith."
"Uh, yeah," Gabrielle stammered. "Good plan." Meleager just laughed as he followed towards the tent.
One of the women who had been pouring wine, a slim blonde, stepped up to the three of them. Smiling, she said sweetly, "Ahhh, so you are Xena and Gabrielle. Welcome. Meleager, your return is pleasure for us all."
"Thank you Svetla," Meleager grinned. "Can you tell
"Lilith that youre here?" Svetla finished with a warm smile. "Yes. She knows. Please, would you all follow me?"
She led them through the front flaps of the large tent into an antechamber of sorts. It was lit by sunlight filtered through an expanse of sheer white silk which made up the ceiling, giving the whole room an almost ethereal glow. The floor was a soft woven carpet, scattered with cushions and a single chair against the far wall. The effect was both simple and elegant.
Svetlas arm swept the room. "It would be pleasure if you made yourselves comfortable. Ill bring Lilith."
"No need," a voice came through the cloth at the back of the room, "I am already here."
The voice was husky, yet exquisitely melodic at the same time, the words slow and liquid, flowing like honey. The flaps parted as if on their own, and a woman entered, moving with such an easy grace she appeared to glide rather than walk. Gabrielle stared. Lilith was medium height, with dark hair cascading in rolling waves to her shoulders. She was dressed in a simple, loose, sleeveless gown of white, which set off deeply tanned, smooth skin, a silver cord at the waist just bringing out the supple curve of her hips. Her oval face was utterly ageless high cheekbones and the playful smile which parted her lips were almost girlish, yet her large, dark gray eyes carried wisdom and depth. She wore no makeup or jewelry at all, and Gabrielle noted it would have been wasted if she had.
Her exotic looks were striking, but the open, unselfconscious way she carried herself was more powerfully attractive still. The bards literary mind noted that if Xenas presence commanded attention, Liliths was casually inviting it.
"Ah Meleager," Lilith crooned, "Happy I am to have you with me again, my dear one." Her slim arms encircled his waist and rose up his back, pulling him close, not so much embracing him as melting into him. Her eyes closed and her smile widened as she rested her face against his chest. She purred through perfectly white, even teeth.
"Well," Xena said without a hint of irony, "I can see why he likes her."
A long moment later she released him, her hands running gently over his chest. Meleager was practically gasping. "Its ah, good to see you too."
She turned to the two women, looking from one to the other. "And you are Xena, and Gabrielle." For a spare instant as she looked at them, her dark brows furrowed, then she gave a warm smile, her head tilted to a coy angle as if shed heard a joke no one else had. She flowed over to the spot in front of them. "I welcome you both with all my heart. I thank you for your willingness to help. We will need it. You are special souls, pleasure to be near, and I can see."
She lifted her arms and ran the backs of her hands lightly down the side of each womans face. Gabrielles eyes widened. A slow warmth spread out from deep in her chest, and she blushed deeply for no apparent reason. Then Lilith smoothly turned and moved towards the chair.
Gabrielle felt compelled to look at Xena, found her companions blue eyes meeting her own. The warrior looked almost stunned, but there was a strange, slight smile on her face. Gabrielle though she had never seen Xena look so beautiful, and felt her pulse quicken. The warmth was still inside her, and in it she recognized an echo of the desire shed felt lying in the glen a few days before. She felt the overwhelming urge to wrap her arms around the tall woman, and thought that if Xena looked at her a moment longer, her knees would give out.
But mercifully, Xena blinked. Gabrielle made herself exhale slowly as she saw the raven haired warrior look after Lilith with an expression the bard saw on Xenas face only rarely: Curiosity.
"Come," Lilith said without turning around as she neared the chair, "we have many things to discuss. You are likely to have questions. I will answer as best I am able. May I offer you some wine, or anything else I may have before we begin?" She drifted into the seat and settled back into an easy recline.
Meleager took the cushion to her immediate right. "Nah," he said, "Im OK."
Her knees still unaccountably weak, Gabrielle gratefully sat down on the large pillow to Liliths left. "Actually, yes please. Id like some water, or maybe some juice?"
Lilith smiled. "I can have you brought some sparkling cider. Would that please you?"
Gabrielle nodded, "Yes. Thank you."
"And you, Xena?"
"Just another chair, if its no trouble." The warrior was still standing.
Lilith smiled and rose easily to her feet. "It would not be trouble. However, perhaps this would be as acceptable?" She sank smoothly to the cushion next to Gabrielle as she indicated the now vacant seat with a slight wave. Xena nodded and sat down.
Lilith turned her head towards Svetla, who stood by the front flaps of the tent. "Svetla, be kind and bring cider for Gabrielle?"
"It will be pleasure for me," the blonde replied, smiling at the bard and backing out of the tent. "Thank you Lilith."
The High Priestess shifted around gracefully and lay her head across Meleagers lap as if it were the most natural thing in the known world, yet her eyes looked up at Xena. "We should begin. Time does not wait."
Unfazed, Xena leaned back a little. "First off, where in Macedonia are you headed?"
"It has no name," Lilith replied, "it is just a place. It is to the west on the northern border, a valley surrounded on all sides by high mountains. The nearest settlement is a days ride to the east, and is called Kestell. The power of Inanna is very strong in this place. I do not know why. It is lush and green in the summer months, fruitful. Springs both hot and cold give it life."
"How do you know about it?" Gabrielle asked with some difficulty. Liliths voice was terribly hypnotic.
"Many years ago it was where I first found the Goddess," came the songlike reply. "I wished to build a temple even then, but my life took a different path. Now that the following is strong again, it is where we should stay. It can keep us from the world when the time comes, and sustain us for the years ahead." Her expression was suddenly thoughtful.
"What do you mean?" Gabrielle asked.
"I have foreseen a time when the world will turn from the Goddess and nearly forget her, a time that is not far off." Lilith closed her eyes, as if from a painful vision. "So we must hide ourselves away and wait. In the fullness of time the world will find her again, led by my true daughters, though it will be gradual in coming, unfair and often painful for them, and likely take millennia. Then we can embrace the world once more, and lead all in the song of the Earth, and the joy of true partnership."
Lilith opened her eyes. A single tear ran down her sculpted face, but she smiled again as Meleager stroked her hair. "I am sorry if this seems, what is your word? Melodramatic?" The Priestess laughed wistfully. "I cannot even say with certainty these things will pass. I am many things to many people, but I am no oracle. I know only what is happening in the world now, and have sown the seeds against where I believe it must lead. It is fast approaching the age of forbearance, and patience. We must love each other for a time, for no one else will."
"All right," Xena said slowly. "If its surrounded by mountains, how do we reach the valley?"
Liliths eyes turned down but her smile deepened, almost as if amused by the question. "There is a cave, a passage through the rock. It is well hidden, but wide enough for even a wagon to travel. In time, when our people are of sufficient number, it shall be sealed behind us."
"Not bad," the woman warrior said absently.
Just then, Svetla returned carrying a tray with short legs, on which rested four silver goblets and a jug. The blonde set the tray next to Gabrielle and poured the frothing cider into all four cups. She handed one to the young woman with a smile. "May my pleasure be yours."
"Uh, thanks," the bard replied, a little uncertain.
Unbidden, Svetla passed a goblet to Lilith, who accepted it with a nod. Then the blonde backed towards the tent flap at the back of the room, reaching behind her to open it. "Call on me if there is further need," she said happily. "This has been good for me." Then she left.
Gabrielle took a sip automatically as she watched the woman make her exit, then she took a larger swallow. "Wow. This is excellent," the bard enthused. "You should try some Xena."
When the armored woman gave her a chiding look, Gabrielle just picked up a goblet and held it out to her friend. "Oh, come on big warrior, live a little," she chided back. "Its really good."
"All right," Xena relented with a resigned grin. She took the goblet and wet her lips, then cocked her head and drank a bit more. "Ill be damned," she said simply, then silently raised the cup in Liliths direction.
The Priestess positively beamed. "Your pleasure should truly be ours together," she said, her voice even sweeter, if that were possible. "Meleager, you must share as well." She passed her goblet up to him, then smiled and took the last cup from Gabrielle. All four raised their goblets and drank.
A few contented sounds later, Gabrielle settled back and asked the next question. "Ephiny tells me you spoke to Artemis. Is that true?"
Lilith raised herself up slightly, then sultrily leaned back against Meleager. "Yes. I know you are the Amazon Queen, and concerned for your people. I am once again sorry for the trouble we have caused. This land is so exclusively female, and I should have foreseen how powerful an effect we would have by inviting them to worship. It is unique in my memory, and quite wonderful."
The Priestess fingers began idly running along Meleagers thigh. "Still, it is Artemis domain, and I was happy to see her. It has been many years. I went to her temple the first night we were here. We spoke of times long past, and made love." She lay back and gazed up at Meleager with affection. "I am sorry again I had to leave you that night, my dear one. Had you not been so busy, I would have explained beforehand. As it was, I hope I made good the following night." She playfully scratched his chin.
"Aw," he chuckled, then leaned over and lightly kissed her forehead. "Like I said, you dont have to explain anything to this old man. Your lifes complicated enough. Im OK."
Closing her eyes, Lilith slithered up his chest until she could rest her head back against his shoulder, then gathered his hands in hers, crossing them around her waist. She hummed a slow melody and they moved in rhythm, her quiet music filling the room.
Gabrielle looked at Xena. It was all the young bard could do to keep from licking her lips. Look at them, she pleaded with her eyes. Why cant we do that?
For just a moment, Xena the warrior disappeared and the kind, loving woman underneath seemed to surface. The ice blue eyes softened, warmed, and Gabrielle was sure her heart skipped a beat. She had seen Xena look at her that way only once before when their spirits had met in limbo, just before Xena had leaned in to kiss her. Something inside Gabrielles stomach twitched, started to spread
Then it passed as the blue eyes turned away. Xena the warrior settled back in her chair and casually asked, "So why isnt Artemis jealous?" Gabrielle let her head drop a little and stared at the carpet. She tried to breath normally.
Lilith opened her eyes and looked from one deliberately self-controlled warrior to one barely self-contained bard and back. She settled her gaze on Xena with a sly smile. "The truth of things is plain to her," the Priestess said. "We understand where we are with each other. She accepts this. Would that all could do so."
"Just quit the riddles," Xena said impatiently.
Lilith cocked her head and gave the barest of shrugs. She gently broke away from Meleager, flowing just far enough forward to touch the young bards knees. "Gabrielle," she said softly, "Amazon Queen. Your goddess and mine are very different. It is your pleasure to be curious about such things. May I explain?"
The young woman blinked twice, then raised her head to meet Liliths dark gray eyes, noticed they were set with tiny gold flecks. "Sorry," the bard stammered, "its uh, been a long day." Gabrielle straightened a little.
The Priestess smiled warmly, then playfully lifted her goblet between her hands and held it to Gabrielles lips. The bard sipped it, and Lilith gave a silvery laugh. "It is really good, is it not?"
Gabrielle couldnt help laughing back. "Yes it is. Thank you."
Lilith floated back against Meleager. She idly waved her hand back and forth as she spoke. "Inanna is not so much a goddess as you know them as she is a spirit, one so ancient and powerful that many have seen her, and she has gone by many names. Here in Greece you see her shadow in Gaia, and in truth I call her Inanna only because that is the name I heard first. Yet she is older still than any name given by mortals. She is the creative force of the universe, the power behind everything that grows and gives birth. She is not the sort who is called on for favors, yet her gifts are as infinite as her love, and as willingly shared. Her symbol is the Earth itself, which gives us all life. Even your gods on Olympus live only through her." She paused, smiling with a faraway look in her wide gray eyes. "Artemis knows this. She feels it as strongly as I. She has no need of jealousy, for Inanna is in her as well. Indeed, the Huntress is glad we are here, and wishes our stay were longer. Do you see?"
"I think so," Gabrielle replied. Her composure was back, but she didnt dare look at Xena in fear shed lose it again.
"Well, thats nice," Xena spoke up, "but if youre going to get to Macedonia in one piece, I think its best you quit the roadside worship for now."
"Yes, you are right," Lilith agreed with a resigned sigh. "I had hoped we could spread the knowledge of Inanna for a time longer before closing out the world. Yet for each son or daughter of the Earth we reach, there are tenfold more who do not understand, who see our worship of pleasure and life as something to serve only their own selfish whims. They see joy freely given as something to be taken, not as a chance to give of themselves. It is an evil perversity this, one that grows ever stronger, dimming the light between people, and breaks my heart."
"Well, anyway, thank you Lilith," Xena stood. "That takes care of one problem. Well move faster that way too. Now, its getting late, and Id like to see these guards of yours."
The Priestess rose to her feet as easily as if she were levitating. "Please do so," she said. "The Guardians are with the Amazon instructors even now. Their pleasure is to learn such things."
Gabrielle and Meleager got up as well. After gulping down the last of the cider, the bard set her goblet on the tray. "And I should get back to the Amazon council," Gabrielle said. "Thank you Lilith. Well try to make this journey a safe one."
Lilith gave her a warm smile. "I see the truth in you Gabrielle. May your desire bear fruit."
Meleager cleared his throat uncertainly. "Uh, I uh "
Lilith placed a slim hand on his chest, looking up at him. "It would please me for you to stay, my dear one, if you can. Pleasure for us both."
Xena cocked her eyebrow. "Its all right Meleager," she said, suppressing a smile and stepping towards the front of the tent. "I think I can check the guards without you."
Gabrielle stifled her own laughter as she followed her friend. "Just dont forget to call for an escort when you leave." She stole a glance at him over her shoulder. "You will remember that, right?"
Meleager nodded. "Oh, sure," he said slowly. "I can, ah remember that."
Gabrielle thought he looked strangely like a rabbit in a snare. "Sure you want to stay?" she teased.
He gave the bard a helpless look over Liliths shoulder. "Its too late for me," he said dryly, though his eyes twinkled. "Get out while you can. Save yourselves. Ill hold her off."
Lilith gave a silvery laugh and slipped her arms around him, pressing the side of her face into his chest. "Ahhh, my dear one. Again you are not being fair to me Oh, but you are such pleasure "
The warrior and bard made their exit, grinning at each other. Once outside, Gabrielle broke into a fit of giggles. "He didnt seem as happy about that as Id have thought."
"Well, hes not as young as he used to be," Xena smiled back. Her eyes met the bards for a moment. The warriors smile faded as she turned away and stepped around the altar in front of the tent. The table had been cleared, and there was no sign of the Amazons.
Xena leaned back against the altar, crossing her arms. She looked at the Amazon walls rising over the tents, lost in thought. What happened in there? she mused. For just a moment, shed let her guard down and had been warmly flirting with Gabrielle, saw the same desire returned, let herself respond to it.
She shook it off. A strange lapse that. She remembered Solaris comment about drugs in the incense, and wondered about the cider. Possible. Yet her head felt clear, clearer than in days.
Gabrielle touched her arm. "Xena? What is it?"
The warrior felt her body pleasantly reaching for the touch, then fought to get it under control. She continued to look straight ahead, still thoughtful. "Gabrielle, you said the first Priestess of Inanna was also called Lilith?"
"Yes, thats right." The bards hand still rested on her arm.
Xena ignored it. "What else do you know about Lilith and this cult?"
"A little," Gabrielle answered. "Ive been trying to remember as much as I can over the last couple of days. Theres a good story there actually, one from the Israelites, although Im pretty sure they borrowed part of it from a Sumerian legend."
Xena finally looked at her friend. She let herself smile just a little. "Come on. You can tell me on the way."
Gabrielle brightened. "OK," she said happily. Xena had seemed far away for a moment, but now the warrior she knew was back. The bard made herself not think about the look they had shared earlier in the tent was that me or was it her? Or both of us together? Nah, let it go. Now is probably not the time. Over the years there had been so many moments of casual affection between them, never spoken of afterwards, that simply letting it slide was almost second nature to her now.
So the bard began her tale. "Many, many years ago, the one god of the Israelites made the heavens and the Earth and all the creatures on it in seven days "
"Industrious little god, isnt he?"
"Sorry," Xena grinned.
"Well, for his last creation he made a man and a woman from the clay of the Earth, and set them in a beautiful garden. Their names were Adam and Lilith. However, even though they were made for each other, they quarreled a great deal, especially over their responsibilities and labors. Lilith believed they should work together in all things, until they found out what they each did best, but Adam wanted to divide the work right away, taking the tasks for himself which he wanted, and leaving the rest for her."
As she always did, Gabrielle warmed to the story, picking the right words, finding the right rhythm. "So their quarrels grew worse and worse, finally spilling over that night when they first made love. Adam insisted she lie beneath him, and Lilith refused, saying, Werent we created from the same clay of the Earth? Doesnt this make us equal? Isnt it as fitting that you lie beneath me?"
"Tell him, girl." Xena grinned.
"Yeah," the bard laughed back. "So then Adam called on the one god and said, My lord, I obey you in all things. You are my lord and master, now give me dominion over this woman, that she might submit to me, and do as I say."
"Sounds that way," Gabrielle smiled. "And when Lilith saw how both Adam and the one god were set against her, in a rage she flew through the air and out of the garden, until she reached the shore of the sea. There she found a host of demons living in a cave, and took them for her pleasure, and gave birth to all manner of strange creatures."
"All right, so she let off some steam," Xena joked. "What happened to Adam?"
"Im getting to that," Gabrielle insisted gently. "Left alone in the garden, Adam called to the one god and said, This woman you made for me has fled, make me another. And the one god put him to sleep, and fashioned a new woman from one of Adams ribs, and called her Eve. The one god said to Eve, I have created you from this man. You are flesh of his flesh, and will obey him in all things."
Xena and Gabrielle passed through the gates, heading for the central square. "So," Xena said, looking up at the sky, " I guess he got what he wanted." Its getting late, she thought.
"Not quite," the bard went on, "because then the one god said to them "
"Im sorry, Gabrielle," Xena broke in gently. "Youre telling this really well, but is there a short version of the rest of it? I want to hear it, but we have work to do."
The bard blushed. "Sorry Xena. I guess I go on sometimes."
"Its one of the things I like about you," the warrior smiled. "But less poetry, just for now?"
"OK," Gabrielle placed a hand on Xenas arm and continued walking. "Well, to make a long story short, eventually Adam and Eve disobeyed the one god, so he threw them out of the garden too. And it was Eves fault if I remember it right nice irony there."
Gabrielle paused for a moment, thinking there was some other detail she couldnt quite remember which made the irony even worse. It wouldnt come to her though, so she just went on. "Anyway, Lilith winds up traveling the Earth, taking pleasure with men by uh, I guess youd say mounting them, as they slept." She chuckled, blushing slightly. "Some versions of the story say she also feeds on human blood, like the Bacchae. Maybe she got it from the demons."
"So how does she fit with the cult of Inanna?" Xena asked.
"Well, like I said, part of this is based on a Sumerian story which is older, but to be honest I dont know that version as well." They had reached the council house, so Gabrielle turned and faced the warrior. "In that version theres more than one god, and after Lilith left the garden, she plagued the Earth with her demons, threatened to kill children got really nasty. Then she was found by the Goddess, who sort of calmed her down and Lilith became the right hand of Inanna. She led their fertility rites in the springtime, and," the bard chuckled again, "in this version she still had a habit of taking men in their sleep."
Her tale finished, Gabrielle asked, "So, what do the stories have to do with this Lilith?"
"Dont know yet," the warrior replied, looking thoughtful. "But theres definitely something odd about her."
"Yeah, I noticed," the bard laughed. "I like her though. She seems very open and honest. I think we can trust her."
"Well," Xena replied with a half smile, "just remember Gabrielle, the best liars always seem honest. Also, Sacred or not, its her job to be seductive, and shes awfully damn good at it. Thats what worries me most could easily be hiding something. To start with, not too many people go calling on a god just to chat about old times, much less go for a quick roll in the hay after."
"You have," Gabrielle pointed out.
Xena smiled, raised an eyebrow. "Exactly what I mean." She found herself grinning at the bard for no particular reason. "Go on, call me the Warrior Cynic."
"I just called you that a few days ago," Gabrielle smiled. "And besides, youve got a point." Gabrielle leaned a little closer to the warrior. "Well, Ill try not to let her charm me too much for a while anyway," she crinkled her nose playfully.
Xena lifted her eyebrow even further, but didnt comment. "Im going to see about those guards."
"Do that," Gabrielle replied. "Amazon business for me Im afraid. See you at dinner." Then she turned and headed into the council house.
The warrior watched as the young woman easily bounded up the steps. Her blue eyes took in the backs of the bards thighs and the play of muscles there, the tight bunching of them through the short skirt.
Xena closed her eyes almost painfully. Gotta have been something in that cider.
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Continued...Part 2 of 6
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