A Bard's Faith

by L. Fox

The characters Xena, Gabrielle, and Hercules are the property of MCA/Universal and Renaissance Pictures. No copyright infringement was intended in the writing of this story. This story contains descriptions of violence along with some profanity and depicts the two main characters as budding lovers.

Note: Some characters and events mentioned in the following originated in my first story, "The Cage of Elysis". While it is not necessary to read that narrative to gain a comprehension of the following, the reader should be aware that some of those events are referred to in this tale without much clarification. I had originally intended to entitle this "Blind Faith" but I see an upcoming episode of X:WP is going to have this title--thus the change.

This humble effort is dedicated to Renee O' Connor

Chapter 1
"Gabrielle, are you all right?"

Gabrielle had not spoken a word for at least a half hour and for her that was an eternity.

"I'm fine," answered Gabrielle. "Why?"

"Just checking," said Xena.

"Xena, do you ever think about what the future holds for us? I mean, don't you wonder what your life will be like in, say, twenty or twenty-five years from now?"

"No, not really," said Xena. "After all, I'll probably be dead long before then."

"Don't say that," said Gabrielle softly.

"Sorry, Gabrielle, it's just a joke," smiled Xena. But it was not amusement Xena saw in Gabrielle's eyes.

"Well it's not a very funny one," said Gabrielle.

"I guess I have thought about it. We all have to face growing older," mused Xena. "What got you to thinking about this anyway?"

"I don't know...well...I guess it was that old woman we bought the bread from back in that village. It just hit me. Will I someday end up having to sell bread, or worse, to keep a roof over my head?"

"Somehow I don't think so," smiled Xena. "First of all, you're too smart to let that happen. Aaand you do have a lot of very good friends that you will always be able to call on if you need help."

"I know, but-"

"Gabrielle, you are an Amazon princess. They always take care of their own," said Xena. "Or what about Hercules? You know if you were in trouble he would do anything he could to help you. I haven't even mentioned Lila yet or Darinius. I don't believe he would tolerate you starving to death."

"Yes but-"

"And then there's me." For a brief, wonderful moment Xena gazed into Gabrielle's enchanting green eyes and her silent, but very real, passion once again almost escaped from the depths of soul. Almost but not quite.

"I know that," said Gabrielle softly. "But I want to make my own mark on the world, not just ride someone else's horse."

"But Gabrielle, you are," said Xena. "The experiences you have and the friends you make today cannot but help prepare you for your life ahead."

"Well friends are great, of course, but I would not want to be dependent on any of them. It just wouldn't be fair to them," said Gabrielle.

"You think so, huh? Let me put it to you this way. Suppose it was Iolaus, or Hercules, or Darinius that needed help."

"That's different," said Gabrielle.

"No it's not," smiled Xena. "Take me for instance. All it would take is someone getting lucky with an arrow or a sword and I could be crippled or...worse."

"Xena, you know I would do anything for you."

"See you just proved my point," said Xena. We all feel the same way about you. Now, enough of this talk. It's too depressing. Say, are there any apples left? I think Argo and I could both use one."

As the two of them ambled down the narrow road they did not realize they were being observed by a dark form in the nearby woods.

"Oh, those are such noble sentiments." Ares, of course, had heard every word of their conversation. "I wonder what would happen if... Of course. I have been going at this all wrong. I have been underestimating the little brat. She is what's really keeping Xena from returning me."

Ares' mind returned to the time he had impersonated Xena's father. Xena was almost mine that day, he thought, and then that little brat stuck her nose in and ruined everything. What does Xena see in that little weakling anyway? Well no matter. I am going to get rid of the little pest for good this time. But how? I can't kill her. That would only make a martyr out of her. I have to split them up somehow.

Then it came to him.

Soo, he mused, if something happened to Xena the little wench would stand by her, eh? But for how long I wonder? How long would it really be before she abandoned Xena or Xena got fed up and drove her away? Let's find out why don't we?

The woods echoed with laughter as the dark form vanished.

"Feeling better?"

"Huh, oh yeah, I'm good," said Gabrielle. "Stuff like that just comes to me sometimes and it takes awhile to sort it out."

"Well just remember what I said," said Xena.

"I will. You know, Xena, it's been some time since we didn't actually have to be some where."

"We have been pretty busy lately," agreed Xena.

"Maybe we could take advantage of this," said Gabrielle.

"What do you have in mind?" asked Xena.

"I don't know. Maybe we could kind of, ahh, take a holiday. You know, just loaf for a day or two. What do you think?"

The idea of just lying around doing nothing really didn't appeal to Xena all that much but she could see it was something Gabrielle really wanted. They had been busy lately and although she would never admit it, Gabrielle was probably tired. Gabrielle was tough for her size but Xena knew she sometimes pushed the girl too hard. She never complained, however. She would just dig that staff a little deeper in the ground and push on.

Finally Xena spoke, "Tell you what. The Hestian springs are not far from here. We might spend a day or two there if you'd like. We could soak up the waters and maybe partake of some of that terrific wine they make there."

"Do you mean it?" beamed Gabrielle. "That would be great. Thanks, Xena."

"No problem. C'mon."

It's hard to deny her anything, thought Xena. She deserves so much more than the life she has with me.

Chapter 2
It was almost dark before Gabrielle had the fire big enough to cook the two rabbits Xena had killed. They had decided to make camp early so they could get an early start the next morning. After they had eaten Xena made sure Argo was okay and soon she and Gabrielle were settled in for the night. It would be like most other nights, of course. Hypnos would not soon bring sleep to Xena. She envied Gabrielle for the easy way sleep seemed to come to her. Those with pure hearts and pure souls can do that, thought Xena. And her gentle snoring always brought a smile.

Gabrielle, however, did not always sleep as well as Xena believed. She had awakened many nights only to find Xena tending the fire, silently pacing, or just sitting there staring at her. Many times she wanted to say something but Xena's eyes always managed to discourage her. Xena always looked so different then. To Gabrielle the Xena that paced by the fire in the middle of the night was not the same one that strode so confidently in the light of day. But tonight Gabrielle did sleep soundly, leaving Xena and her demons alone to battle it out once again. She lay silently on her blanket and listened to Gabrielle's deep, measured breathing and watched the Great Bear as it slowly turned in the northern sky. As she lay there thinking of distant battlefields and those long dead Xena was not aware of the dark apparition standing a few feet behind her bedroll.

"Enjoy it while you can, Xena," said Ares, waving his arm over her. "The Great Bear will be the last thing you see for a long time."


"Gabrielle. Gabrielle wake up."

"Uhh, is it morning already?" But Gabrielle saw it was not morning. The eastern sky displayed only a faint hint of red. Gabrielle turned to Xena for an explanation and saw the odd look on her face. "Xena, what is it?"

"I can't see, Gabrielle."

"What...aw c'mon."

"I mean it. I woke up and realized I was blind," said Xena.

"But... how could this happen?" asked Gabrielle.

"I don't know. Maybe some old head injury. It could be anything."

Gabrielle was already beginning to feel panic build up inside her. Got to stay calm, she told herself, It won't help matters if you turn into some kind of babbling idiot.

"I'm sure it's just temporary," offered Gabrielle. "Your vision will soon come back."

"I don't know," said Xena. "I can't see any light at all. Not the fire...anything. It's just total darkness."

In spite of herself, Gabrielle felt her voice crack. "What do we do?"

"First, stay calm. Let's just remain here today and if there is no change we will move out in the morning," said Xena. "Okay?"

"Okay. Here, lie back down, Xena. Maybe the rest will do you some good."

Xena lay down and allowed Gabrielle to place her blanket over her all the way up to her neck. I've got to decide what to do here, thought Xena. I can't burden her with the decision making. This is going to be hard enough on her.

All that day the two of them kept their places by the now dead camp fire. Except for Gabrielle seeing to Argo and retrieving what little food they had in Xena's saddlebag, they rarely stirred. Each was buried in her own thoughts and spoke little. Xena could feel the warm rays of the sun on her face but she could not even tell the sun's position in the sky. No light came to her eyes at all.

That night it was Gabrielle's turn to be the sleepless sentinel. As it became more and more apparent the situation was not going to change she began to ponder their next move. Already she felt the mounting sense of responsibility pressing down on her. Xena, for her part, had hardly said anything all day. If she had a plan she did not reveal it.

By dawn Gabrielle had hit upon what she thought they should do. "Xena, are you any better?


"Then I think we should get started."

"I know."

It's now or never, thought Gabrielle. "Xena, I think...I think we should go see Hippocrates about this. If anybody can help you, he can."

"You read my mind, " said Xena. "I figure it will take us three or four days to get there so the sooner we start..."

"Well, I've got everything loaded up," said Gabrielle. "We are ready to go."

Gabrielle untied Argo and led her to where Xena was standing. "Here, let me help you."

"I can do it, Gabrielle." Xena ran her hand along her horse and, upon feeling the saddle, quickly found the stirrup. She placed her hand on the saddle horn and easily swung herself up. Without thinking, Gabrielle took hold of the reins in order to lead the horse.

"You had better give me the reins," said Xena.

"But you..."

"Gabrielle, I don't want to alarm you but we are going to have to be careful. It would not be smart to let anyone see you leading my horse. Any idiot would be able to see something was not right. We can't let anyone know about this. Zeus only knows whom we might meet on the way and we don't want them getting any ideas. Walk beside Argo and put hand through the bridle like you are supporting yourself. Argo will let you lead her, won't you girl?"

Gabrielle leaned close to the horse's ear and murmured, "Hear that? Xena is depending on the both of us so, no trouble, okay?"

The beautiful horse nudged Gabrielle with her nose and the girl knew the she understood. They had proved in the past when it came to helping Xena they were perfectly capable of cooperating with each other.

The noon day sun found them having made good progress. The road had been lightly traveled and what few people they had met were mostly farmers. For the first time Gabrielle felt the hunger pangs that would soon become so familiar to her. Early in the evening they reached the village of Garthos and Gabrielle used what little money they had left to buy some bread and cheese. The man whom she had bought the cheese from had seemed friendly enough but Gabrielle had not failed to notice how his eyes kept wandering to the beautiful dark haired woman on the horse. Her mind kept replaying their conversation:

"Why doesn't your friend get down?" he had asked.

"Well, we are in kind of a hurry. We just came here to purchase some food and then be on our way."

"That's too bad. Say, she looks like some kind of warrior. That would not by any chance be Xena, would it?"

Gabrielle hoped she had not tipped the man off as to how surprised she was at his question. "Uh, no. Her name is Portia. She is a warrior but just between you and me she is not a very good one." She leaned over close to him and whispered, "I only travel with her for the food."

"I can understand that," said the merchant. "That blasted drought has made for a very bad harvest this year. Food will be plenty scarce in the coming months. Funny though. I thought sure that was Xena. I've never seen her, you understand, but there can't be many women around who dress like that."

"Well, I gotta go," said Gabrielle. She walked as leisurely as she could manage back to where she had left Xena. "Are you ready, Portia?" asked Gabrielle in a loud voice. She wanted the merchant to hear her.

Immediately Xena understood what was happening and answered, "Yes, let's go."

Gabrielle walked around to the other side of Argo and whispered in her ear, "Argo, you'll have to follow me. I can't hold the bridle and lead you. That guy is watching us too closely."

Fighting the urge to look back, Gabrielle started down the street and prayed Argo would follow. To her immense relief she felt the horse's breath on the back of her neck. This horse is amazing, she thought.

When the two of them had put about a league between the village and themselves, Xena asked, "What was that all about?"

"That guy was asking a lot of questions about you," said Gabrielle. "I think he knows who you are."

Later, after their camp had been made, Gabrielle finally managed to work up enough courage to tell Xena what she thought. "Don't be angry with me but I think it would be best if you wore something besides that leather dress and the armor. It's only going to attract attention to you."

She half expected Xena to bite her head off but she merely replied, "Gabrielle, you know I don't have anything else to wear."

"I'll try to pick up something in the next village," said Gabrielle. "But it might be difficult to find something that will fit you. Now, here, eat your food."

"I'm not hungry," said Xena.

"C'mon, Xena, eat...please?"

As always the "please" enabled Gabrielle to have her way. She was careful to use the word about as sparingly as a peasant spent gold coins and it never failed to have the desired effect.

"All right," said Xena. "But sit over here next to me so I'll know you are eating too."

"So, you don't trust me?"Gabrielle tried to sound light hearted but Xena was not amused.

"You know the answer to that, Gabrielle. I just don't want you to try to be noble about this and not eat. Remember, I have had a lot more experience going without food than you have."

"Yeah , yeah."

Gabrielle divided the bread and cheese between them and placed Xena's portion in her lap. "Here you go." It was heart breaking to see this great woman have to grope to find her meager supper. Gabrielle made a great show of wolfing down her food; smacking her lips and chewing loudly but, in fact, she ate but a little of her share and carefully put the rest away. That night she tried to stay awake but the previous night's vigil and the day's long walk were too much for her and sleep soon came.

The next morning found them on their way once again. By now Gabrielle did not have to lead Argo at all. The horse merely followed her on its own. After a while Xena decided to walk a bit and she put her hand through Argo's bridle to steady herself.

It was almost noon when Xena began to sense the still far away pounding of hoof beats on the road.

"Gabrielle, someone is coming this way very fast. Be sure to give them plenty of room to pass.


Soon Gabrielle could see the men on horseback thundering up the road behind her. After a few moments she could make out four, no five, riders. Something about one of them looked familiar.

"Xena, I've got a bad feeling about this."

"Stay calm, Gabrielle."

Gabrielle reached into the saddlebag, pulled out the two sections of her staff, and quickly fitted them together.

"Stay close to me," said Xena. "If there's trouble don't let yourself get separated. I'll need to know where you are."

"Right, but how..."

"Just stay close, okay?"

By now the riders were slowing down and Gabrielle knew they were not going to pass on by. As the first two men came near she saw that one of them was the merchant from the village.

"Well, what do you say now, Darvax?" sneered the merchant. "Is this not Xena?"

"You're right, Fabor. It is the great Xena. You shall be well rewarded for this," said Darvax.

"Darvax? Darvax of Kea? asked Xena.

"Why, yes, Xena. I am pleased to know that the great Warrior Princess has heard of such a humble one as myself."

"Oh yes," purred Xena. " I have heard of Darvax, the baby killer. Darvax, who attacks only those incapable of defending themselves."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with a man having a little fun while he's earning a living, I always say."

"What do you want?" growled Xena.

"Want? Why, I want you, Xena. Or to be more specific, your head. You remember Asterion, don't you?"

"Who is Asterion?" whispered Gabrielle.

"His brother," said Xena. "I killed him." She figured Gabrielle did not need to know that after Asterion had been caught trying to steal a wagon load of spoils from her army, she had personally hung him. There's no use beating around the bush here, she thought. There is going to be a fight at any rate.

"Oh, you mean the sniveling coward who tried to steal one of my wagons? He was not only a coward but an idiot as well," scowled Xena. She was doing her best to give the appearance of keeping eye contact with the man.


Darvax brought his arm forward and down and the three horsemen behind him began to charge. Suddenly, Gabrielle rushed forward to meet them. As they neared her she veered to the extreme right side of the road and coiled herself. She knew the horseman was going to try to run her down so she stopped and held her ground. Remembering the lessons Epinany had taught her about fighting centaurs, she waited until the last possible second before she ducked to her right. As the horse passed she lashed out with her staff and struck the animal hard behind the left front knee, bringing it down. Its rider did not even have time to rise to his knees before two solid blows to the head took him out of the fight.

Xena, meanwhile, could hear and feel the other two bearing down on her. Like Gabrielle, she waited til the last possible moment before acting. Now sure of her bearings, she vaulted herself upon the lead rider's horse. One crushing blow between his shoulders was enough to make him too weak to resist further and, locking her legs around the horse to brace herself, she wrenched him off the horse. Xena eased into the saddle and turned the horse back up the road toward Gabrielle.

The third rider, after seeing the result of his comrade's charge at Xena, suddenly lost some of his nerve and also turned his horse back the way they had came. Darvax will have our heads for this failure, he thought. Maybe if I kill the little one it will redeem me. He drew his sword and spurred his horse into a full gallop.

Gabrielle saw him coming and stepped into the middle of the road to face him. Xena was a full fifty paces behind him and could easily hear the pounding of his horse on the road. She could also tell she was not going to be able to catch him.

The rider saw Gabrielle ready her staff as he bore down upon her. Oh no, little girl, he thought. I'm on to your tricks. You are not going to trip up my horse. Fully expecting her to use the same maneuver as before, he switched his sword to his left hand to slash at her as she dodged. But Gabrielle did not move. The horse was no more than twenty paces away when she suddenly raised the staff above her shoulder and threw it like a spear directly at the onrushing horseman.

Surprised by her daring action, the rider reacted too late. The staff struck him squarely in the chest and and caused him to lose his balance on the horse. He felt himself falling and in vain he clawed wildly at the saddle. As he fell his foot caught in the stirrup and the still charging horse dragged him past Gabrielle and on up the road. Darvax did nothing to stop the horse as it barrelled past him. The fool deserves to lose his skin if he can't even kill a simple girl, he thought.

"Xena! Xena! I'm here! " Gabrielle turned in the direction of her friend and decided it would be prudent to let her know her position.

Xena reined in the horse as Gabrielle ran up to her. "Gabrielle, what's happening?'

"Three men down," she panted. "The other two are just sitting there on their horses."

"What's the matter, Darvax? Afraid to join in the fun?" yelled Xena, dismounting the horse.

"I merely wanted to see for myself if you are as good as they say you are," sneered Darvax.

"From what I can see it is the girl who should be famous."

"Hah! Xena could take a rat like you with one finger," said Gabrielle, gritting her teeth. That felt good, she thought. Rare was the chance when she got to stand up for her friend.

"Shhhh, Gabrielle. Stay out of this," whispered Xena.

"Maybe so," replied Darvax. "But next time I'll bring more men."

"Hear me, Darvax," said Xena. "I'm going to let you live this time but if you cross my path again it will just be too bad."

Darvax kicked his horse and galloped up the road with Fabor trailing after him.

"Gabrielle, are you all right?"

"Me-- yeah, I'm good."

"What were you doing running towards those guys like that?" demanded Xena. "I told you to stay close to me, remember?" But Xena already knew the answer.

"I'm sorry," said Gabrielle. "It's just that I...I--"

"You wanted to protect me, right?"

"Yeah," said Gabrielle softly. Only now did she realize how scared she had been.

"Oh, Gabrielle. What am I going to do with you?" Xena stretched out and took Gabrielle's hand in hers. "I don't want you taking any more chances like that, okay? You have to see for both of us. I am depending on you. Now, promise me."

"I promise."

Xena slipped her powerful arm around the girl's shoulders and gently drew her near.

"Xena, who was that man?"

"Just another in a long line of bandits who call themselves warriors," said Xena. "We caught one of his men trying to steal a wagon load of tribute a village was delivering to me. It turned out the man was Darvax's brother."

Gabrielle knew well enough how ruthless Xena had been and could only imagine what she had done to him.

"And now he wants to collect on the debt,"said Xena.

"Well it's not going to happen," allowed Gabrielle.

Chapter 3
"I think it would be best if we traveled by night from now on," said Xena.

"Then why don't we find a place to camp and I'll see about finding some food," suggested Gabrielle.

She really didn't have much hope of finding anything. As with everything else, Xena as a hunter was incredible. Food was something that had never really been a problem before.

The weight of the situation was beginning to press heavily on Gabrielle's shoulders. Potential enemies everywhere...no food...no money, and Zeus only if Xena would ultimately be okay. What if she doesn't get well?, she wondered. What if this is permanent?

"You'll just have to take care of her, Gabrielle," she said under her breath.

But how? Xena had always been the provider. It was funny in a way. Xena had turned down literally tens of thousands of dinars from grateful rich and poor alike since Gabrielle had known her.

Just last week a man had offered her five thousand dinars after Xena had solved a little "problem" for him. No one had been hurt but a certain individual had gotten the message. "Hmph, we sure could use some of those dinars now," Gabrielle thought out loud. Oh well, she thought, it doesn't matter. I'll do whatever I have to do to take care of her.

On this evening Gabrielle got lucky. After making camp in a secluded area, she settled Xena into a comfortable spot and set out to look for something to eat. She had not gone far when she heard the gurgling of water. She filled the water bag she had brought and then noticed the stream was very shallow in some places. The recent drought had taken its toll here as well. She walked along the stream bank for a little while and came upon an isolated shallow pool.

Gabrielle could not believe her luck! Trapped in the pool were four big perch. A quick search yielded the small tree limb she was looking for and, using the knife she had brought, cut the limb at its fork. She cut off most of one side of the fork and left the other side intact. After pulling off her boots and her top it was merely a matter of wading into the pool and, using her top as a kind of seine, catching the fish. Soon she had all four of them flopping around on the bank. She then ran the long end of the limb through each of the fish's gills and thus had a convenient way to carry them.

"Xena, I'm back." Gabrielle was relieved to see Xena in the same place she had left her. The perch had easily been big enough to fillet and soon Gabrielle had them ready to eat.

"They look about done," said Gabrielle, poking a hole in a fillet with a small stick.

Xena had only said a word or two since Gabrielle's return and the girl was becoming worried. What's going on in her head?, she wondered.

"Here you are," said Gabrielle, trying to sound cheerful. "Better let it cool a little first, I guess.Would you like some water?"


"Umm guess what. I still have some bread left."

Xena merely continued to stare into space.

After a half hour of this Gabrielle could stand it no longer. "Xena, what are you thinking about?"

Xena did not answer.

"Hey, this is me Gabrielle, remember?"

"Gabrielle, it's too dangerous for you to be with me. If it turns out Hippocrates cannot help me I want you to leave me there. Maybe I can be of some use to him there."

"But Xena--"

"Gabrielle, if something were to happen to you because I wasn't able to help I could not bear it. There's no telling how many more like Darvax are running around out there. The risk is too great."

"Risk? My, but you must be having a memory lapse as well," said Gabrielle. "Remember all those times you risked your life for me? Were you thinking about the 'risk' involved then?'

"Of course not," said Xena.

"'Of course not'," repeated Gabrielle, imitating Xena's much deeper voice. This was beginning to make her very angry. "All those times I needed you; you didn't think about the 'risk' but now that the sandal is on the other foot...'It's too dangerous to be with me, Gabrielle. Leave me with Hippocrates, Gabrielle'. Well nuts to that. You are not getting rid of me that easily."

Gabrielle paused for a moment to compose herself and added, "You know, Warrior Princess, if you were well I think I would have to slug you." She then realized the improbability of her last remark and continued, "Well, maybe I would try to slug you. So-- are you going to just sit there? Aren't you going to say anything?"

Xena's lips slowly displayed that wonderful half smile of pride and amusement she always felt when Gabrielle stood up to her. "Yes. Eat your fish before it gets too cold. And Gabrielle?"


"If I do get well you can slug me, okay? I deserve it."

"Ohh, stop it."

Xena, of course, was unable to see Gabrielle's face was turning a very nice shade of crimson.

The next two days were uneventful as they continued their journey. Traveling at night was not difficult; they kept to the road and the moon was now nearly full. There had been no sign of Darvax or anyone else who might have been a threat. Early in the morning of the next day Gabrielle again managed to save them from hunger. They were preparing to stop when, in the pale light, she happened to see a large orchard some distance off the road. Gabrielle made sure no one was around and crept to the orchard. Luckily some of the apples were fit to eat and she gathered up what she could and took them back with her.

Just about midday Gabrielle was awakened by angry voices coming from the road.

"They cannot have just disappeared. I tell you they are on this road somewhere."

"But Darvax, we have searched every inch of it. They must have taken the other fork back there."

Then take these putrid slugs and search that road!" screamed Darvax. "All except you two. Stay on this road in case they try to double back on us. I want that harlot and her little friend found TODAY, understand?"

Gabrielle crept to where Xena already lay on the ground, listening. "How many are there?" asked Xena.

"About twenty as best as I can tell."

By now Darvax and his men were already almost out of sight. It looked to Gabrielle that the two remaining men were not happy about being left behind. It was obvious they were afraid they would run into the mighty Xena.

"Okay, the best I can figure it we are about a half day's ride from Hippocrates' academy," said Xena. We've got two choices. We can take out those guys and make a run for it or we can try to move overland off the road."

The idea of making a break for it did not appeal to Gabrielle at all. That meant she would have to ride a horse and that was not a pleasant thought. Sure, she had ridden Argo before but that was different. For a long time the two of them had merely tolerated each other but after Gabrielle's little masquerade as Xena they had truly developed a mutual trust.

"What do you want to do?" asked Gabrielle.

"We put those two guys away and take our chances," said Xena.

It figures, thought Gabrielle.

Five minutes later they were ready. "Yoo hoo. Hey boooys! Can you help a girl out?"

The two men just sat there on their horses and stared at Gabrielle until she slowly began to pull up her skirt. They quickly covered the short distance to the girl. "Hi, boys."

"What's a cute little thing like you doing out here all alone?"

"Aww my father drove me out of our home. He said I was a...now what was that word he used? Oh yeah. He said I was a nymphomaniac. That's it."

"And what is a nymph....that word you said?" leered the soldier.

"Oh it's someone who can't get enough, well..." Gabrielle made a circle with her left index finger and thumb and stuck her right index finger through it. .."you know."

"Yeah I know," grinned the bandit. "Maybe we can be of some service."

The exciting prospect of taking the very pretty and seemingly very willing young woman now before them served to lower the men's sense of awareness considerably. Consequently, they did not notice the large figure now looming behind them.

"You can be of service, boys. We need a horse," purred Xena.

The men turned to face the voice and were gripped by terror. "It's Xena!"

Terror or no, the two of them drew their swords and rushed toward Xena."Xena, look out!" yelled Gabrielle.

As her two assailants neared, Xena leaped into the air and simultaneously slammed a foot into each man's chest. Despite the bone crunching kick he had received, one of the men was almost able to regain his feet before a crack on the head from Gabrielle's staff changed his mind.

"Let's load up and get out of here, "said Xena.

"Xena, how did you do that? I mean, how did you know when to jump?"

"If someone gets close enough I can sense them," said Xena. "By the way, what was that all about being a...what was it? A nymphomaniac? I never heard that word before."

"Of course not," said Gabrielle. "I just made it up."

Within a few minutes Gabrielle had everything packed up. Now it dawned on her just how huge these men's horses were. Even the smaller of the two stood at least eighteen hands high.

"Umm, Xena, I don't think I can get up there," said Gabrielle.

"Here, put your foot in the stirrup and I'll give you a boost." With the aid of Xena's strong arm Gabrielle easily mounted the horse. "There now, that's not so bad, is it?"

"It only feels like I am on top of Mount Olympus, that's all," moaned Gabrielle. She did have a thing about heights.

"Just remember what I taught you and you'll be fine," assured Xena. She whistled for Argo to come and the horse promptly obeyed. Sensing something was not right the horse gently nudged her mistress. "It's all right girl," crooned Xena, patting Argo's neck. "Just follow Gabrielle, okay?"

To Gabrielle it almost seemed like the horse's gentle nicker was a definite signal of assent. It was a constant source of amazement to her to see how Xena and Argo communicated with each other. She often wondered if Xena had trained Argo herself or if the horse was somehow just unusually intelligent. Now didn't seem like the time to ask.

"We should make our destination by nightfall," said Xena.

Gabrielle was concentrating on the horse too much to respond. After a couple of leagues her fears began to ease somewhat. In spite of its size her horse behaved well. It was obviously well trained. She knew the academy was straight down this road. The afternoon melted into evening and there was still no sign of Darvax. About an hour after sundown Xena and Gabrielle rode through the archway marking the courtyard of the Great Healer's academy.

Darvax, meanwhile, had by now learned of the failure of the two unfortunate men he had left to guard the road. Late that night they were beheaded for their deficiencies.

Chapter 4
Hippocrates was glad to see his friends again and, of course, was stunned to learn of Xena's condition. He had considered her indestructible somehow. After treating the pair to their first good meal in days, Hippocrates insisted they wait until the next morning before examining Xena to allow her to have sufficient rest. The room he provided for them was bare save for a small table and two large cots. Two candles on the table were the only source of light because the door to the room had been covered by a blanket. Neither spoke as Gabrielle helped Xena remove her breastplate and her boots. She had, on occasion, done this before and it always sent her heart racing. But Gabrielle had never felt so close to Xena as she did now. All those other times had been merely gestures of friendship and caring but this time Xena really needed her. I won't let you down, thought Gabrielle.

For a long time the two of them lay on their cots; each alone with their thoughts. What is she thinking?, wondered Gabrielle. Only in rare moments had Xena truly opened up to Gabrielle.

Why does she have to be so stubborn?

Gabrielle had felt for some time that Xena loved her but what did that mean? After all, even love had different connotations. What kind of love? Friend to friend? Sister to sister? To Gabrielle it was more than that but what about her? How did she feel? Xena once told her she meant more to her than her own family but, again, what did that really mean?

Darinius, with that marvelous insight of his, had given Gabrielle a hint of Xena's feelings on the voyage to Kathos. Gabrielle had the impression he knew not only Xena's true feelings but her's as well. Why had he not said more? Was is because he thought the mission to rescue Hercules did not need any more distractions? She decided it was probably because he just felt it was none of his business. Gabrielle was transported back to reality by a slight cough from Xena.

"Are you okay?" asked Gabrielle.

"Yeah, I'm all right." Xena paused before continuing. "Gabrielle?"


"I want to thank you for bringing me here. I know this has been hard on you. I promise when I get better I'll make it up to you."

Gabrielle arose and sat on the side of Xena's cot. "Just hush, will you? You don't owe me anything," she said.

"Well, just the same..."

"Just the same you need to rest. Now go to sleep and that's an order," retorted Gabrielle.

She stood up to return to her own bed when she heard Xena gently call her name.



"Would you...lie with me for awhile?"

"Of course," she answered softly. She carefully climbed into the cot and curled up on her side with her head resting on Xena's muscular shoulder. The last thing Gabrielle was aware of was before falling asleep was feeling Xena's soft hair on her face and watching the measured rise and fall of her breasts as Xena's breathing became more and more rhythmic.

The next morning Gabrielle awoke to find herself alone.

"Xena? Xena?!"

It took a few moments for her to remember where she was. She lifted the blanket that covered the door and walked straight into Xena and Hippocrates. She immediately noticed Xena was now wearing a plain woven dress. She started to ask Hippocrates what he had found but the look on his face told her all she needed to know.

"There's nothing you can do, is there?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, Gabrielle," said Hippocrates.

"He says there is nothing physically wrong with my eyes as far as he can tell," said Xena. "So it must be something else."

"So what do we do now," asked Gabrielle.

"I have asked Xena to stay here," said Hippocrates. "I learned so much from her and I know she could teach me more. Of course you are welcome to stay too, Gabrielle. And who knows? Maybe in time we can find some way to help her."

"Like I said I appreciate the offer, Hippocrates, but I can't stay," said Xena. "I must say I considered doing just that a few days ago but I now realize I have too many enemies. If I stay here no one will be safe."

"But--we will protect you," protested Hippocrates.

"No. I won't put others in danger for my sake," declared Xena.

"But what about Gabrielle? Won't you be placing her in danger also?"

"I can't argue with you there," said Xena.

"Hey! I'm a big girl, remember?" huffed Gabrielle. "I go where Xena goes. End of discussion."

"Very well, but I wish you would reconsider," said Hippocrates.

"Thanks for the offer," said Xena. "But we must go."

By noon Xena and Gabrielle were prepared to depart. Hippocrates waited until Xena had mounted her horse before he touched her arm and said, "Xena, promise me you will come back and see us."

"I promise," she said.

He then walked over to where Gabrielle was mounting her horse. Once she had made it up he handed her a cloth bag. "Here, Gabrielle."

"What's this?" she asked.

"Food. If I can't heal her at least I can help you keep the wolf away. And here's something else."

He took her hand and thrust twenty dinars into it. "I know it's not much but it's all I have."

"Hippocrates, I can't take this," protested Gabrielle.

"Yes, you can."

"But Xena..."

"Gabrielle, you are not her only friend, you know," whispered Hippocrates.

"I know...I...I'm sorry," said Gabrielle.

"Take care of her," said Hippocrates. "She means a lot to me. He left Gabrielle and returned to Xena's side. "So, any idea where you are going?"

"Mymalar," said Xena.

"Mymalar," echoed Gabrielle, "you mean we are going to see Darinius?"

"Yeah, I'll have a chance to figure something out there and I won't have to worry about your safety," said Xena. "Darinius has made that valley the most secure place in Greece. I ought to know. If the army I had couldn't crack that nut, I don't think Darvax and his thieves will dare to get within three days ride of it."

"Hippocrates, I need a favor from you," she continued.

"Anything, Xena."

"When Darvax comes here looking for us, and he will, tell him we were spotted heading north. Don't let him know we stopped here, okay?"


"Well, lead on Gabrielle. Good bye, Hippocrates, and thanks."

"For what? I was of no help to you."

"You cared. I won't forget that," replied Xena.

Gabrielle nudged her horse through the archway and out onto the road with Argo close behind. Hippocrates followed them out into the road and stood there watching until they had disappeared from sight. He was certain he would never see his mentor again.

"Good bye, Teacher," he whispered, and strode back into the courtyard.

Chapter 5
It took them almost four night's travel to reach Mymalar. It was a source of amazement to Gabrielle the way Xena knew exactly which road to take, or where the rivers were, or what village was next. She knew that in the ten years or so Xena had walked the path of evil she had led her armies all over Greece several times. For her be able to recall places, names, facts, directions, or anything the way she could was more than the result of keen observation, however. This was one thing almost no one considered when discussing Xena, how intelligent she was.

It was always her courage, or her beauty, or even her ruthlessness. But never her intellect. Gabrielle had seen her decipher complex riddles, conceive very intricate plans, and outfox some of the supposedly smartest men in the world. She could just soak up all the pertinent data about a specific problem, let it spin around in her brain for a seconds, and then come up with the correct solution to the problem. To Gabrielle it was uncanny. She seemed to know everything.

When Gabrielle compared her to the other great heroes she knew Xena did not come up short to any of them. Of course the fact that Darinius had beaten her not once but twice in battle had to be taken into account when comparing Xena to him but when Gabrielle had once asked him about it he himself had said it was not because he had been smarter; just better prepared.

Gabrielle thought it odd in a way. Xena's personality tended to overwhelm people. Her temper was legendary and she was perceived as cold hearted. But she was not really that way at all. Xena did just not let many people get close to her. And that's why Darinius puzzled Gabrielle so. Why had Xena allowed him to get so close to her so quickly? Of course, Gabrielle had liked him from that first day in that dusty inn but considering their past it was astonishing. After that first day of their mission to rescue Hercules it was like they had been friends forever. Darinius had mimicked her stern countenance (he was very funny, thought Gabrielle) and Xena had just rolled her eyes in mock disgust. Maybe it was because they were so much alike, she decided. As for her own self, Gabrielle had never really felt dominated by Xena.

Oh, she might scold her once in a while but always with a tone of voice that let Gabrielle know the warrior was not all that angry with her. She knew Xena was very forgiving with her. And the gods only knew, Gabrielle had made her share of mistakes but only once had Xena really hurt her feelings. In the early stages of their friendship Xena had been pre- occupied with a very nasty Titan named Hyperion and had angrily told Gabrielle to forget her plan to defeat the him. To this day that confrontation was painful for Gabrielle to remember. Looking back on it now, she felt a little guilty remembering the satisfaction she had gotten from the look of disappointment on Xena's face when she had found her in bed with the young priest.

Out of that unpleasant incident, however, had came what Gabrielle believed was the real turning point in their relationship. Xena had told her that they should let not such incidents come between them. And up to now they never had. These were only a few of the multitude of thoughts that ran thought the head of Gabrielle on those long nights as they made their way to Mymalar.

The images Xena conjured up were of a very different nature than Gabrielle's. What am I going to do if this is permanent? she wondered. To her this disability was worse than death. She had long since been able to make her body just about anything she wanted and now a part of it wouldn't obey her. She began to think of those in her life that mattered the most. Mother? I can't go home, she thought. Can't let her see me this way.

Toris? Her brother was just getting his own life back together and he certainly didn't need her to around to remind him of his own past. Hercules? A real chance here. If anyone could sway the gods on her behalf it was him. But he was in Macedonia and it was anyone's guess when he would return.

Darinius? Yes. He was the only logical choice right now. He would not patronize or pity her. And then it was on to the most precious of all. Oh, Gabrielle! What's going to happen to us? Only for very brief periods of time had they been apart over the last two years and to Xena each of them had seemed like a eon.

When Gabrielle married Perdicas Xena thought she was lost for good. Callisto, however, had changed all that. Xena hated herself for it but down deep inside a small part of her was grateful to Callisto for her malicious deed. Xena's mind drifted back to when she and Gabrielle first met. It had been the absolute nadir of her life. She was ready to give up; in fact, Xena had wanted to die. Then along came this...girl. How bravely she had stood up to Draco's men. And now she had evolved from a naive young girl with no clue to the outside world to a poised, confident young woman.

It bothered Xena that people were always underestimating Gabrielle. Those meeting her for the first time usually found her somewhat annoying. She made them uncomfortable with her forthrightness. She would just strike up a conversation with someone like she had known them all their life. And she would talk...and talk...and talk. By the gods the girl did love to talk!

But once past that it was hard for people to resist her. Even the grim and cynical Warrior Princess fell victim to her spell.

Continued - Part 2


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