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EXT. TOWN - WHARF - DAY
Xena and Gabrielle walk along the docks in the early morning hours. It is quiet, though there are men working around the boats and a few wagons roll by taking cargo from them.
Xena leads Argo, and it is obvious they are headed out of town.
You think he'll contact us?
Xena shrugs. She appears preoccupied.
What if he doesn't?
Xena shrugs again. Gabrielle watches her in some concern.
Xena, you know as well as I do he must
have some stupid plot in mind that has
you as a part of it. He always does.
Xena slows to a stop and leans against the seawall, watching a small boat cruise past. The front of the boat has a lurid dragon's head painted on it.
Yes, he does.
She shakes her head.
And there isn't a damn
thing I can do about it.
Gabrielle leans next to her.
Not now, no.
Xena looks at Gabrielle, but Gabrielle keeps looking out over the water.
I don't know if I could
have killed him.
No. I don't think you
could have either.
Gabrielle starts to walk off. After a second, Argo ambles after her. Xena watches them go, then pushes off the wall and jogs to catch up.
Gabrielle turns and looks at Xena.
I know. A lot of things happened.
So where do we go from here?
Wait for him to show his hand?
Xena indicates a small bench near the water. She goes over to it, and they sit down together. Argo finds a trough of water and stops for a drink a little distance away.
Gabrielle, no one wants to find him
more than I do. He's got a piece
of me, and I'm not happy about it.
Can't you just... Call him?
Sure, if I had the Eye of Hephaestus.
But that went down with the rest of Olympus.
Xena stares at the ground. She does not see Gabrielle sit up and look at her with a strange expression.
The Eye of Hephaestus?
Let's get out of here. The smell
of dead fish is getting to me.
Xena stands up. Gabrielle grabs the skirt of her leathers and holds on.
I know where that is.
Gabrielle gets up and tugs Xena along after her.
INT. EGYPTIAN TEMPLE - INDETERMINITE TIME
This room appears to be inside a pyramid. There are oil pots flickering in sconces on walls that slant up to a point overhead. On one side is a throne, where Anubis, a tall human figure with the head of a jackal is seated. Next to him, a beautiful woman reclines on a couch, fanning him with a palm frond.
A male attendant enters with a pot of incense. He bows and touches his head to the floor in front of the jackal headed man, then gets up and circles the room, spreading the scent.
A cat enters and walks to the throne, leaping up to the arm and stretching itself out. The jackal headed man strokes it.
A blue flash erupts in the center of the room, fading quickly to reveal Ares. He appears extremely out of place. The cat spits at him.
Who are you to dare enter
this sacred space?
Ares looks around.
You call this sacred? You don't
even have a view of the Nile.
May the holy cats eat your tongue
for speaking so to the great Anubis!
Ares sticks his tongue out at her and waggles it.
Take a hike, babe. Me and
puppy head need to have some
god to god communication.
The woman looks at Anubis. He lifts his hand and flicks his elegant fingers at her. Reluctantly, she gets up and walks out. Ares goes to the couch and sits on it, extending his boots out on the woven rug.
I have nothing to say to rag
tag has been war godlings
from the barbarian outlands.
Ares leans toward him. The cat rears up and hisses.
Ah ah ah.... Don't be so nasty to
someone who's here to do you a favor.
I need no favors from you.
Let's talk your decline.
You want this cushy....
Ares looks around and shrugs.
...place for eternity? Or you want to
end up at the bottom of a dust bowl.
Ares now has Anubis' attention. The jackal headed god gets up and paces, his golden skirt clashes as he moves with a musical sound.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Sure you do. It happened to us.
It can happen to you. I can stop it.
Anubis stops by the wall and examines the many cartouches engraved there.
For a price.
Anubis does not turn around.
The waters of life have told me of this danger.
A prophecy of inner destruction brought on
by a mortal woman. You can prevent this?
Oh yeah. For a price.
What is your price?
Now we're talking. C'mere, Rover.
I'll show you what I need.
Ares takes the chakram off his hip and tosses it onto the throne. Anubis walks over and picks it up, studying it curiously.
This... has great power.
Yeah. And I want it.
I just don't want all of it.
EXT. SHIP’S DOCK - DAY
A large ship is getting ready to sail. The men coil up her lines, and look at the gangplank. Their captain stands talking to Xena and Gabrielle, obviously impatient.
Look, make up your mind. You want on?
Twenty dinars each for passage or
thirty if you don't want to help sail her.
The man turns and stomps up the gangplank. Xena look at Gabrielle.
I'm sure. Sure enough to
actually get on a boat again.
Gabrielle, you're sure it's the Eye of
Hephaestus that you saw? In Egypt?
I'm sure. It was drawn on a piece
of papyrus I saw when I was there.
All right. I don't get it,
but if you say so....
Xena pulls out a small bag. It jingles, but not very much. Gabrielle digs out hers, and it sounds the same.
Guess we'll be manning the oars.
They walk up the gangplank together.
How about you man the oars,
and I'll man the galley?
Xena chuckles, and they go on board the ship. Xena hands the ship captain the dinars, and the sailors cast off the lines and raise the sails.
EXT. SHIP - NIGHT
The ship sails on over a dark sea. Stars stretch overhead, and the sails flutter slightly in the breeze. The water can be heard slapping against the wooden hull.
On the very front of the bow, Xena and Gabrielle sit with their backs against part of the wooden deck. Xena is flexing her hands and examining the palms of them.
Glad the wind picked up. I've
got more of that oar under
my skin than I put in the water.
Here, let me see.
Gabrielle sets Xena's hand on her thigh palm up, and begins to remove splinters from it.
It's strange to think
about going back there.
Gabrielle nods. She continues to work out splinters.
I was thinking about my last trip there.
How I'd watch the stars at night
changing positions, and think about
how far from home I really was.
Xena watches her in silence.
How alone I really was in the world.
They are both quiet for a while.
I heard your dreams when you slept.
You were reliving Hades every night.
Gabrielle stops what she is doing and looks up, a puzzled expression on her face.
Dreams? I don't reme....
No. I made sure you didn't.
Gabrielle turns folds her hand over Xena's. She has been caught unaware, and it shows. Xena merely looks out over the water with a pensive expression.
It wasn't easy for you.
No. Ghosts don't sleep. I had
plenty of time to listen to your
soul crying and think about my life.
She gives a bitter snort.
Made Tartarus look like
a piece of baklava.
Gabrielle lays her head on Xena's shoulder.
Xena smiles slightly.
I was so wrapped up in what was
going on inside me, I didn't think about
what it must have been like for you.
Xena shrugs, but her expression softens. She rests her cheek against Gabrielle's head and closes her eyes.
Gabrielle looks up at the stars, searching among them for a while before she finds what she is looking for.
INT. EGYPTIAN TEMPLE - INDETERMINENT TIME
Ares lies on a padded couch with his boots up. A beautiful Egyptian goddess sits next to him, feeding him figs.
So, what's your name, beautiful?
The goddess seems very pleased at the compliment.
I am Qetesh. I am the
goddess of love.
Ares laughs. Qetesh draws back, unsettled.
How lucky can I get? Not to
mention you're cuter than my sister.
Anubis enters. He walks in a glide that is quite alien in appearance. He is not pleased to see Ares and Qetesh so close.
Qetesh. Leave us.
Qetesh gets up quickly and glides out. She pauses at the door, however, and Ares waggles his fingers at her and smiles. She blushes and disappears.
I have mediated long.
It will be difficult. The power of the
chakram has become one. To take
away the good energy may shatter it.
Ah ah. That's not our deal.
Ares gets up and faces Anubis.
The deal is, you give me one, whole
chakram without any of the goodie
two shoes stuff, and I use it to snare
the gal who's gonna take you down.
And you can do this?
Baby, she's mine.
Anubis folds his hands, his jackal eyes regarding Ares coolly.
Very well. Then it will be done.
Anubis goes to the altar behind his throne, where the chakram is resting. He lays his hands on it, and begins to chant.
Ares smiles. He spreads his hands out to either side, tips his head back, and laughs.
END OF ACT TWO