Chapter Two

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. Solari's 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 that's 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, I'll keep to the spirit, if not the letter of the law." She stepped between Meleager and Gabrielle, twining an arm around the bard's and gripping Meleager's ear between the fingers of her other hand. "Come on, we'll 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 you're back. Some of us now wish you'd never asked for our help in safekeeping those priestesses of yours," her eyes twinkled at Gabrielle, "the rest don't 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, it's not exactly good, but it hasn't gotten serious yet either," Solari replied. "I don't know all the details - something to do with a stretch of land we haven't used in a while, so Anza wants it, but there are a couple of other things that could use the Queen's official decision. Ephiny's pretty glad you're 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.

Xena's 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. "There's 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 warrior's face, and his head dropped a little lower along with his voice. "Some servants, a few scribes, and a handful of, well, hangers-on. That's it. I think."

"How many?" It wasn't really a question.

"I guess it's around a hundred…"

Xena closed her eyes. She'd figured on protecting a small band of women, not a traveling village. "This just gets better and better."

"Look, I know it's a problem," Meleager explained, his usual bluster gone. "One more time, I'm sorry to drag you into this, but it's not as bad as it sounds."

"Oh really?" Xena wondered what other little details Meleager had conveniently left out.

"Yes, really," he insisted. "They've also got their own force of guards - not many, only twenty-five, but they're good, and the Amazons agreed to train them while they're here. Besides that, almost all Lilith's 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 aren't exactly Amazons, but then, who is?"

"Well," Xena replied slowly, "that's 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, "I'll 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 didn't 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 didn't recognize seemed to come from everywhere, and the same breeze that brought the music also carried the scent of strangely delicate perfumes and incense.

"What's going on?" Gabrielle asked.

Solari looked up, indicating the sun. "It's 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. Ephiny's 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 bard's 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. "Don't 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 Xena's 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, it's nice," the warrior said flatly. "Come on."

They turned to see Solari standing with her arms crossed, a smug grin on her face. "Don't worry folks," the Amazon quipped, "it hits everyone like that the first few days. They've got quite a repertoire. For a while we even thought there was something besides incense in that incense. It's one reason they're 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 Gabrielle's 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, it's 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 didn't 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. "We'll talk about it in a moment." She gestured to one of her attendants. "Sula, see to it their horses are stabled. Bring the Queen's, and Xena's belongings to the royal hut. Meleager's you can send to Lilith - he'll be staying outside the walls. And," she glanced at Gabrielle, "have food sent to my chambers. We'll be meeting there, since he isn't allowed in the council room…"

She turned to Gabrielle again with a knowing smile. "I assume you're hungry?"

The bard felt her stomach groan. "Artemis' bow, I hate being that predictable. Thank you Ephiny. So tell me what's 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 it's been good, some of it's 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.

"What's happened?" Gabrielle asked again. "And please don't 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, let's 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 aren't 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. We've had women from all over the territories make their way here. Even the courtesy lodges are full, and that's never happened before, not in times of peace anyway. It got worse when the priestesses had to start turning women away - some of them didn't take it well." Noting her Queen's concern, Ephiny leaned forward, assuring, "It's all right. Nothing too serious. In fact incidents have been few, considering, but it's put a definite crimp in our usual, disciplined way of life."

"Yeah, they'll do that," Meleager said absently. "Sorry. I'll, 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 she'd talked to Artemis and told me that she wasn't jealous."

"Weird." Gabrielle's 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 hasn't stopped the fear among some of the Amazons. If we're not careful, it could get violent."

"Gods," Gabrielle gasped. "That's not good. A holy war among the Amazons would get out of control fast."

"It's OK," Ephiny continued, reaching across the table to soothe the bard's tightening hands. "The last several days haven't 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 warrior's presence for the first time, then tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and looked away. "Because in spite of everything, they've done a lot of good," she replied honestly. "I've 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 don't 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 it's 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. It's 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 won't make it an order for anyone to go, but…"

Ephiny politely held up a hand, smiling and nodding gently. "I know. We've 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 Gabrielle's hands with her own. "I know Meleager and Xena are friends of yours, so I figured you'd want to go with them. The journey's going to be dangerous, and we aren't 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, can't I?" Not so much a question as a statement.

"Always, Gabrielle, always," the regent replied, giving the bard's hands another squeeze, continuing to smile. She looked down briefly, then her voice was all business again, although she never let go of her Queen's smaller hands. "But asking for volunteers isn't the best way. Too many would simply want to go along for the, um, fun of it. However, I've 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 you'll need?"

"Can't say," the warrior replied evenly. "I'll have to see how good Lilith's guards are."

Meleager leaned in uncomfortably. "Um, 'scuse me here, but I've, ah, seen the guards in action. I figure maybe thirty or forty Amazons would do. More than that and we'd need even more support and provisions and it'd just slow us down. We'll 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, that's about what I figured." She looked back at her Queen. "It'll take another day or two."

"Thank you, Ephiny," Gabrielle said. "So, when can we meet Lilith?"

"In a while, if that's OK," the regent replied, giving Gabrielle's 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 I'll guess you all want to rest a bit and eat something." She leaned over and placed a hand on Gabrielle's shoulder. "Probably one of you more than others. Now, I'm sorry but I've got other things to attend to."

Ephiny leaned closer to Gabrielle, speaking softly. "But I'd like very much for you to join me in council after you've seen Lilith. I need to take advantage of my Queen while I can."

The bard gave her regent's hand a return squeeze. "It's always an honor to serve my people, Ephiny. I'll be there soon."

A few feet away, Xena was grinding her teeth and trying not to glare at the exchange. Meleager noticed the warrior's jaw tighten, but said nothing.

Towards mid-afternoon Xena and Gabrielle followed Meleager through the gates towards Lilith's 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 don't know what I expected from a camp of Sacred Whores, but everything seems kind of, I don't 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 Lilith's 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 Lilith's 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, who were 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 another's hair with an absent smile.

The object of this attention waved at them and rose languidly with a girlish giggle. "Xena! Gabrielle! Oooh, it's 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 bard's 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 … you're such a stick in the mud!"

"I'll stick where I am, thank you."

"Oh, be that way then," she pouted again. Then she let her head loll back, hugging herself. "Can't you feel it? The Earth? The song?" She raised her arms out from her sides, palms up, closing her eyes. "I'm 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? It's sooo soft…"

Xena threw up her hands. "Enough of this," she grunted. "Come on you two, let's 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 you're 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.

Svetla's arm swept the room. "It would be pleasure if you made yourselves comfortable. I'll 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 bard's literary mind noted that if Xena's presence commanded attention, Lilith's 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. "It's 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 she'd 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 woman's face. Gabrielle's 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 companion's 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 she'd 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 Xena's 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, "I'm OK."

Her knees still unaccountably weak, Gabrielle gratefully sat down on the large pillow to Lilith's left. "Actually, yes please. I'd 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 it's 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 Meleager's 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 day's 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. Lilith's 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 it's surrounded by mountains, how do we reach the valley?"

Lilith's 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."

"Um, 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. "It's 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. "I'll be damned," she said simply, then silently raised the cup in Lilith's 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 Meleager's 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 don't have to explain anything to this old man. Your life's complicated enough. I'm 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 can't 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 Gabrielle's 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 isn't 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 bard's 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 Lilith's dark gray eyes, noticed they were set with tiny gold flecks. "Sorry," the bard stammered, "it's 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 Gabrielle's lips. The bard sipped it, and Lilith gave a silvery laugh. "It is really good, is it not?"

Gabrielle couldn't 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 didn't dare look at Xena in fear she'd lose it again.

"Well, that's nice," Xena spoke up, "but if you're going to get to Macedonia in one piece, I think it's 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. We'll move faster that way too. Now, it's getting late, and I'd 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. We'll 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. "It's 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 don't 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 Lilith's shoulder. "It's too late for me," he said dryly, though his eyes twinkled. "Get out while you can. Save yourselves. I'll 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 didn't seem as happy about that as I'd have thought."

"Well, he's not as young as he used to be," Xena smiled back. Her eyes met the bard's for a moment. The warrior's 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, she'd 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 Solari's 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, that's right." The bard's hand still rested on her arm.

Xena ignored it. "What else do you know about Lilith and this cult?"

"A little," Gabrielle answered. "I've been trying to remember as much as I can over the last couple of days. There's a good story there actually, one from the Israelites, although I'm 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, isn't he?"

"Xena!"

"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, 'Weren't we created from the same clay of the Earth? Doesn't this make us equal? Isn't 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.'"

"Jerk."

"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?"

"I'm 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 Adam's 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." It's getting late, she thought.

"Not quite," the bard went on, "because then the one god said to them -"

"I'm sorry, Gabrielle," Xena broke in gently. "You're 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."

"It's one of the things I like about you," the warrior smiled. "But less poetry, just for now?"

"OK," Gabrielle placed a hand on Xena's 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 Eve's fault if I remember it right - nice irony there."

Gabrielle paused for a moment, thinking there was some other detail she couldn't quite remember which made the irony even worse. It wouldn't come to her though, so she just went on. "Anyway, Lilith winds up traveling the Earth, taking pleasure with men by uh, I guess you'd 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 don't know that version as well." They had reached the council house, so Gabrielle turned and faced the warrior. "In that version there's 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?"

"Don't know yet," the warrior replied, looking thoughtful. "But there's 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, it's her job to be seductive, and she's awfully damn good at it. That's 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, you've got a point." Gabrielle leaned a little closer to the warrior. "Well, I'll 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 didn't comment. "I'm going to see about those guards."

"Do that," Gabrielle replied. "Amazon business for me I'm 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 bard's 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…

Xena entered the training grounds. Several pairs of Amazons were scattered around, sparring and drilling, but what caught the warrior's attention immediately was a group of women arranged in a five by five rank near the back of the compound. They were dressed in identical outfits of pale, banded leather vests with thick shoulders and bracered gloves. Their legs were clad in tight leather pants with pads over the thigh and knee, ending in supple boots reinforced over the shin.

Each held a long wooden sword in both hands as they went through the precise motions of a drill Xena didn't recognize. It was quick, fluid, and, the warrior noted, seemed ideally suited to the way a woman would move. While the group was large, they nevertheless drilled in near-perfect unison.

They were being watched by Juna. This in itself spoke volumes - Amazons didn't train under Juna until their eighteenth year, when they were considered full soldiers, and then only if they showed talent. Xena walked over and stood beside the solidly built woman, who didn't even look at her.

"Xena," was all the acknowledgement she gave of the warrior's presence.

They watched the guards silently for a moment before Xena commented. "Nice drill Juna. Where'd you pick it up?"

"Not mine I'm afraid," came the reply. "It's theirs. This is how they always finish."

They watched a moment more. "They move well," Xena noted. "How are they in a fight?"

"Seen worse." This was as close as the short-cropped Amazon ever came to actual praise - when pressed, she described her own considerable skill as "not bad." She shrugged. "Need some strength work though. Too evasive for my taste."

With a twisting leap, a loud cry and a sharp, two-hand strike, the drill ended. The group slowly stood upright, then sank to their knees, sitting back on their heels. They placed their swords on the ground next them before their hands came to rest lightly on their thighs, then they closed their eyes. Again, all had moved as one. The woman to the farthest right of the front rank announced, "Our pleasure for Inanna."

"Our pleasure for Inanna," they all chanted. They rested for a measured moment, then bent forward, touching their hands and heads to the Earth. After this they casually got to their feet, the disciplined movement over, and began hugging each other.

Juna grunted, "And this part I could absolutely do without." She clapped her hands twice for attention and took a step forward. "OK ladies, OK! You weren't as awful today as yesterday, so tomorrow I'll try my best to see if you can learn some more kid stuff. Now go get lovey-dovey somewhere else!"

The woman who had led the chant gave the stocky Amazon a slight bow. She was of medium build with lovely, somewhat foreign features, her light brown hair held back by a leather headband. "We thank you again Juna. It is pleasure, and has been good for us."

"Yeah, yeah." The Amazon just rolled her eyes, then walked around her, waving to get the attention of one of the other guards, a younger, blonde woman who was nursing a bruise on her bicep. "Hey, Dew-lips!"

"Uh, I'm Dulith," the startled object of her attention said.

"Whatever, let me see that arm…"

The guard with the headband approached the tall warrior, smiling. "You are Xena. I'm happy we meet. We've heard of you."

"Oh?" Xena crossed her arms. "And you are?"

"Morgin," she answered. "First Guardian." She extended her hand and they clasped forearms, each noting the other's grip. "I hoped you'd arrive earlier, so that you might see more and teach us. We have much to learn if we are to serve in the days ahead, and the years to come."

"You were doing all right," Xena said with a wry smile. "Who taught you that drill?"

"The one who teaches us all - Lilith." Morgin rested her sword across her shoulders. "She taught me, and I in turn teach others, as best I can."

So Lilith knows combat too, huh? Xena thought, but kept her surprise from showing. "Are those practice blades about the same weight as your weapons?"

Morgin smiled and held the wooden sword out. "These aren't for practice. These are what we fight with, when we must fight. The first rule we learn is do no more harm than is required, and to defend before we attack."

Xena took the weapon, hefting it. Except for the fact it was made of wood, it resembled a katana, a kind of long sword Xena had seen from the East. It was slightly over a yard long, smooth, lightly lacquered and solid, with a decent weight. The single-edged blade was about an inch and a half at its widest, half an inch or so thick along the top. It tapered gracefully along its length, ending in a wedge-shaped tip. The warrior gripped it in both hands, as it was meant to be wielded, and swung it lightly, noting that while it had no sharp edges, in capable hands it could be deadly.

"It's excellent," Xena commented, passing it back.

"Thank you," Morgin replied. "Only once have I taken life with it. I hope I never need do so again." It was a simple statement, showing neither pride nor regret.

"I hope so too." Xena noted that Morgin seemed only a few summers younger than herself, but with an open sincerity and quiet strength that somehow reminded her a little of Gabrielle. A thin, old, somewhat ragged scar ran down one side of the guardian's face, and another, not as old, ran along the bare stretch of her upper arm. Together they indicated some long endured pain or tragedy, yet Morgin's eyes sparkled.

Xena took a step back. "Still, let's see an attack. Hit me. Unless you're too worn out from practice?"

Morgin cocked her head but gave a half grin. Recognizing the challenge, she settled into a graceful stance. "May this be pleasure for us both," she began, then lunged before the words even ended.

Xena smiled inwardly. She easily sidestepped it, but the strike was very quick and surprising, and would have caught a lesser opponent with painful results. She spun around, aiming a backhand at Morgin's ear. The wooden blade snapped back and caught her wrist bracer, deflecting the blow as the shorter woman pivoted around and swung at the side of Xena's knee. The warrior leaped it, flipping over to land on the other side of the guard and delivering a kick that Morgin rolled beneath, coming up in the same stance she had held originally.

"You're quick," Xena said evenly.

"So are you," Morgin replied.

Let's give her a scare. "All right, let's see what that little stick can do." Xena put a warrior's growl in her voice, drawing her own sword, more to see the other woman's reaction than anything else.

Morgin remained impassive, meeting Xena's eyes without moving, waiting. When it was clear the guardian wasn't going to attack first, Xena came at her with a series of simple lunges and feints, found them all blocked and countered. Grinning, the warrior picked up the pace. Morgin was surprisingly adept at staying away from blows and following up with return strikes. Xena quickly guessed the other woman wasn't putting much behind them, was trying different techniques, measuring Xena's reaction.

After a few more exchanges, Xena was nearly caught by a dizzying series of counterattacks, and began putting some real strength behind her own moves, eyes blazing. Morgin turned them aside, using no more force than needed, got her body out of the way, always answering with a strike or thrust, moving as fluidly as water and never quite in the expected direction. The smaller woman used the longer reach of her wooden sword well, and Xena spun and twisted, trying to draw Morgin into overextending her movements, smiling when that didn't work either.

Xena switched tactics, concentrating on driving attacks designed to wear the other woman down. Finally, tiring, Morgin fell for a double feint, countering to the wrong side and leaving herself open. Xena spun and slapped the flat of her blade across the back of the other woman's knees, sent her sprawling.

Morgin hit the ground hard, giving a loud grunt that abruptly gave way to an odd moan. Xena was momentarily worried she might have hurt the other woman, but then Morgin curled into a fluid roll and returned to her feet.

She came upright with her head thrown back, gasping in open, obvious delight. "Mmm Xeeena!" she cried, brown eyes twinkling, "you're sooo goood!" She smiled around a low, almost sensual laugh.

The warrior felt Juna leaning in behind her. "Better get used to it," the Amazon murmured. "They all do that."

Xena checked the dining hall, but was surprised to find Gabrielle wasn't there. She looked around, strangely relieved when she saw Ephiny seated at one of the tables.

"She took some scrolls to her hut," the regent replied when asked. "She didn't want to be disturbed." The blonde pursed her lips. "She did say I should tell you she was there."

"Thanks." Xena found a tray and gathered up some cheese and vegetables, along with two bowls of stew and a small loaf of warm bread. When the tray was as well-laden as it could get, she headed for the royal hut.

Inside, the young bard sat at the central table, intensely scrutinizing a small pile of scrolls and parchments, quill in hand. She looked up as the warrior entered. "Hey…" She brightened immediately. When her eyes settled on the tray, her smile grew even warmer. "Oh Xena, thank you. I didn't even realize what time it was."

Xena let herself smile back, just as warmly. "You're welcome." What is with me today? She set the tray down and took the chair next to Gabrielle, trying being more casual. It wasn't working. "So, what's so pressing that you of all people almost missed dinner?"

"Oh, the usual," Gabrielle chuckled as she absently tore off some bread and pointed at the scrolls. "A few finely worded little sub-paragraphs of treaties here, a couple of hereditary disputes there. I don't think Anza has much of a claim, but can see why they might think they do - it's all in the wording. We can work it out though, maybe swap some land…" The bard dropped her voice a little, pointing at the map in the center of the table. "See, I was looking over these old scouting reports, and I'm almost positive there are some rich iron deposits in this stretch of rocky hills, right here. I had a small party sent out, so by tomorrow I'll know for sure, but if it's true…"

"Then those hills are worth a lot more than a hunting ground the Amazons haven't used in a generation," Xena finished for her. The warrior grinned. "Not bad Gabrielle. Not bad at all…"

"Best thing is," the bard continued, "if you look at it the right way, claiming those hills would simply straighten the border on the other side of a bend in the river where the border is now…"

Xena cut off her companion by putting up a hand. "Gabrielle, you don't have to convince me."

The young Queen blushed lightly. "Sorry … just kind of … interesting." Gabrielle looked down at the table, then smiled again. "Thanks for bringing me dinner."

"Come on," the warrior urged, uncomfortable but trying not to let it show, "let's eat." The two women picked up their bowls.

"Mmm," Gabrielle said, "It's good here … the stew, I mean."

Xena glanced at her companion. She really does make a fine Queen … got that regal thing down too, and doesn't even know it … so beautiful… The warrior shook it off. "Stew's all right then?" Not as good as yours. Xena blinked. "So what else did Ephiny pile on you?" The warrior couldn't help the curtness in her voice, hoped Gabrielle didn't notice.

"Well," the bard began, reaching for the bread and tearing off another piece, "I also have to draw up a formal Letter of Debt for Lilith which acknowledges how she owes one to the Amazons."

"That figures."

"Yeah, well." The bard popped some cheese in her mouth. "You know how they are about debts and honor. I'm trying to keep it simple."

"You? Simple?"

"Hey, be nice!" Gabrielle gave an exaggerated pout.

"All right, all right…" Xena smiled. "You'll work something out. I know how good you are with words."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Xena replied. "And I know you won't quit - you're also too stubborn." She chuckled.

"Me? Stubborn?" Gabrielle affected a hurt look.

"Like a mule … but I mean that in a good way." What is it with me today?

Gabrielle sighed. "Well, I hope so." She pushed at one of the scrolls with her spoon. "I'll need it to figure out who has the right to claim Errin's sword - and not leave anyone feeling hurt. This is what's really got me stumped. Amazon lineage can get very complicated."

"Do tell."

"Uh huh," the bard mumbled around a mouthful of bread. "Half these women were adopted, you know. Kinda random way to run things - historically speaking of course."

"Well, that would explain how a certain bard can just walk in and be Queen."

"Yup. Gotta keep track of everything like you wouldn't believe. Stray comments mean a lot. Mmm, any more of those olives? They're tasty."

"Here. Have mine."

"Xena … You're too good to me."

"Do tell."

"Yup." They laughed together softly for a moment. "So," Gabrielle continued as she finished the last of the cheese, "how are the guards?"

"Better than I hoped, if a little unorthodox - militarily speaking of course."

"That's good."

"You know, I'm starting to think we might just make it to Macedonia alive after all."

"Well that's a relief. For a minute there I was worried you were just going to give up."

"Do tell."

"Yup."

Xena smiled. I'd better get out of here before I do something we both regret, she mused. This kind of playful stuff can get out of hand. "Well," she said, reaching for the shoulder buckle of her armor, "I'm going for a quick wash."

"Here Xena," Gabrielle said, standing and moving around behind the warrior's chair, "let me."

"Gabrielle, it's all right…"

"No, really," the bard insisted. "I've been in that chair so long my bottom's going numb."

Xena raised an eyebrow as the armor was placed carefully on the floor. "Well, I wouldn't want that."

"Do tell."

"Yup." Xena sighed quietly. I'd really better get out of here, the warrior thought with some determination. Then the thought flew out of her head along with her will as Gabrielle's hands settled on her shoulders.

The bard kneaded them slowly, working her fingers in, finding the knots, gently rubbing them down and loose. The tension there began to ease, and when it was gone, she carefully moved her hands to the warrior's upper back, between the shoulder blades, where the bard knew it was always just a little stiff.

As she continued the easy, careful massage, the bard began to hum softly. The contact was as warm and sweet as Gabrielle remembered, and for the first time in a long time her companion let it happen. Used to do this all the time, big warrior, she thought sadly. It was … special. I always felt so close. I know you did too. Why don't you let me anymore?

"Hmm?" Xena turned her head a little.

"Nothing," Gabrielle replied. She hummed for a while longer.

Xena let the bard's slim, strong fingers work her grateful, accepting muscles for as long as she could allow it to, feeling the warmth that flowed from the young woman's hands seeping into her warrior's body, settling everywhere. Knowing it should stop, needing it to go on. Let it continue a bit longer still.

Suddenly the warrior reached up and placed a careful hand on Gabrielle's. Xena exhaled slowly, willed herself to stay relaxed. Too much … Get out. Now.

Summoning as much calm as she could, she whispered, "Thank you … Gabrielle. I've … got to wash up." The warrior rose more steadily than she felt and headed for the door, not daring to look around and risk losing herself in the green eyes she could feel on her back.

Gabrielle watched her leave, then leaned heavily on the table. Finally she sat back on her pallet against the wall and drew her knees up, hugging herself. She slowly rocked back and forth, keeping relaxed, staring without seeing.

Xena found the nearest bathing hut mercifully unoccupied and spent a good half hour scrubbing herself harder than necessary, ending the process by dunking her head into one of the cold buckets and holding it there until her breath ran out. Then she checked Argo, made sure the mare had plenty of grain and brushed her down for a while even though it was obvious the Amazon stablehands had already done it. "'Night girl," she patted the horse, got a low nicker in return.

Then the warrior started wandering, mind deliberately blank. It was well after dark so the main gate was closed, but a side door was open and she slipped unseen past the sentries without even thinking about it. She idly crossed the plain to where it sloped down sharply about fifty yards from the walls, an earthworks for slowing attackers and leaving them easy pickings for Amazon arrows. She settled down on the edge of the slope and looked up at the stars.

The dark of the night was calling to her, inviting her to lose herself in its numbing depths. As a warlord, the night had been her time of peace, when she could be blind, embrace the cool quiet, forget herself. For nearly ten years she'd fled from the sun, using its light only as tool for training or conquest, spending her days off the battlefield in the dim depths of her tent whenever possible. The night had been hers alone.

When had the sun become her friend again? The answer was as joyous as it was painful to her now: When the sight and sound of her companion had made the light wonderful. The proof was in the deep bronze of her skin, plain for all to see.

Gods Xena, what are you doing? I thought you knew this was wrong. The darkness never really left you. It could come again any time. She'll be hurt. Maybe not today, maybe not summers from now, but that day will come, and I couldn't bear it.

She stared at the night sky, finding every constellation she could name with an ease of long practice. When it was done, she started over.

The figure who glided up behind her was less than ten paces away before Xena even sensed it. She froze.

"No fear, warrior Xena," a honey-smooth voice drifted to her.

"Lilith," Xena grunted. She really didn't want company right now, and grew even angrier with herself for letting the Whore Priestess get so close. Great. Now I'm really starting to lose it. Lilith smoothly moved up beside her and extended an arm towards Xena's shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" Xena growled. She remembered the Priestess' hand on her face from earlier. Sorcery there, I don't doubt. That would explain it. Should have guessed. Whatever it was she couldn't risk any more.

"As you wish," Lilith replied simply. "May I sit?"

"Nothing in Amazon law to stop you," the warrior said bitterly.

The Priestess floated down beside her. There was a long stretch of total silence. Xena ignored the smaller woman, staring straight ahead.

Some time later, Xena caught herself rocking back and forth, and suddenly realized Lilith was humming a gentle melody. The sound had risen so gradually the warrior hadn't even noticed.

"Stop that!" she growled again. She swung around and gave the Priestess the full-on warlord glare she felt inside. "Why are you here?" she hissed.

Lilith's eyes met hers, evenly, with soft concern. "Your heart," she said gently. "It is like an open wound. I felt it as you passed our camp."

"That so?" Sorcery? No question. "Well it's my heart. I'll handle it."

Their eyes stayed locked for a moment longer, neither changing expression. Finally Lilith looked away. "As it pleases you to believe. I am sorry to have interfered." The Priestess didn't even seem to move, but suddenly didn't seem to be sitting as close. Xena took a breath, realizing she hadn't done so for several seconds.

Lilith gazed at the trees in the distance. "Ephiny believes we can leave here two days hence," the Priestess said simply. "When morning comes I will make an offering in the temple of Artemis. The Huntress has promised me a sign, and I will then invite her priestesses to our ceremony. If all goes well, it will soothe those who still fear that our presence here angers her."

"Good idea," Xena replied curtly, though not as openly hostile. "How soon after dawn can you be ready to leave the day after?"

"Perhaps half a day, not more," Lilith answered. "I have pondered this, and it is good. To set out at mid-day is to reach the Amazon border at nightfall. We can stay one last night within its protection, and have a full day to travel after we leave it."

"Yeah, that works," Xena agreed. A tactician too. Swell. "How long to break camp that morning?"

Lilith smiled. "While we travel we will live out of the wagons as much as we can and raise only what tents we need. In this way it requires only an hour, rarely more, to pack and make ready each dawn. Is this good for you?"

"I guess it'll do." Xena allowed herself a tight smile in return. Discussing strategy was taking her mind off Gabrielle for the moment, and she let herself relax a little. "I'll ask Ephiny to send out scouts in the morning. There's been plenty of time to set an ambush by now. With luck the slavers are eager and won't be far outside Amazon territory. If so, the scouts will spot it."

"Shall I have Morgin accompany them?"

"No. I want her with the rest of the Guardians drilling tomorrow. I need to know what their strengths and weaknesses are." She paused. "From what I've seen though, they're good fighters."

Lilith laughed. "As I have said, it is their pleasure, as it is yours. If they found no joy in such things, they would not do them. This joy makes them practice much, and practice brings them skill. So it is with all things, when each is allowed to choose their own way."

"Morgin told me you trained her."

"Yes, this is true," came the gentle reply. The Priestess looked down with a smile. "I am told I have many skills."

Xena raised an eyebrow, found herself smiling back. "All right. Fair enough. Where did you learn?"

There was a soft, pained sigh, followed by a pause. "In my youth," Lilith began slowly, "I was consumed for many years with much anger and vile selfishness. I killed and I took what I wished without thought or regard, caring only for my own whims." She shook her head. "I was … not happy, and sought only to make others feel my own pain as greatly as did I."

Then Lilith gave a warm, sweet smile. "But after many years, long past when I wished my life would end, the Goddess reached out to me, and once again I found the love and joy of the Earth. I learned what I already knew: That what is taken does not last, but by giving I teach others to give in return, and that goes on as long as there is joy in the world, spanning from one generation to the next." She looked down, running her hand over the Earth. "There is … peace in such things."

Xena gave a mirthless chuckle. "Sounds too good to be true."

Lilith laughed. "Ah Xena, you see the sadness, but in truth you speak of cold wisdom, for it is not an easy road. Too many see generosity as weakness, or as submission, or as a well to be plumbed until dry and forgotten. So first we must nurture that spirit which leads to the joy of equals sharing freely of themselves, each giving as they can, none taking more than is offered, and forbearing our mistakes and simple failings. Yet we must also guard against those who seek more and more merely for its own sake, who see the world as a toy and believe that strength is measured by the cowering of slaves, real and imagined."

Xena gave a long, weary sigh. "Sometimes the world is a rough place."

Lilith lowered herself back on her elbows. "Life is within us all Xena, and life is hope. There is evil. There is good. It is easy for one to think of evil as having less in its path, yet good is the simplest path for all to share together, and one cannot stand against all forever."

Xena looked up at the stars. Damn her, the warrior thought idly. Now I actually feel better. Well, at least I don't feel good, but I still feel better, so damn her anyway. She smiled to herself.

"You know," the warrior mused, "I knew a man once - Pythagorus. He was really stupid about a lot of things. Never did like him much, but he was a genius with numbers."

"I knew him as well," Lilith smiled, a smile Xena could practically feel. "And I agree. He fought against his own nature in strange ways, and could not admit when he was wrong."

The warrior nodded. "Yeah, well, he was showing me once why I needed three-on-one odds against a dug in defense, and he said something that made sense: 'Numbers don't lie'. I've never thought about good against evil that way, but I your math isn't bad. One against all is a pretty simple equation."

"Given time," Lilith nodded back, "it must win out. I see the truth in it. It is not - again, I must find your word - efficient? Not an efficient way, but it will happen. Of this I am sure."

Xena looked over at the white-robed Priestess. "For what it's worth I hope you're right. We'll need it to get you to this valley of yours."

Yet her warrior instincts couldn't help noticing that all the philosophy hardly answered her original question. Gods Lilith, I don't know why you're not telling the whole truth, but listen up Priestess: You'd better turn out to be all right, because I think I'm starting to like you - and if you don't I'm gonna feel like an idiot.

Xena stood. "Well, I'm turning in if I'm going to be leading drills all day tomorrow. Good luck with your offering."

Lilith remained seated. "I thank you Xena, this has been good for me," she replied, gazing up at the warrior, making eye contact a last time. "Send love to Gabrielle. She is a pure heart, and special beyond measure."

The Priestess turned back around to look at the trees in the distance. "And in your heart, warrior, remember always - your true feelings are not your true enemy."

Xena silently regarded the dark-haired Priestess for a moment. Then, without another word, she strode back to the Amazon city.

Back in the royal hut, Gabrielle had fallen asleep at the table, her strawberry blonde head surrounded by scrolls. Xena smiled warmly, then gently lifted the bard in her strong arms. Gabrielle stirred but didn't wake as the warrior carried her softly to her pallet.

She lay her friend down and tucked the blanket up to her chin, then moved a few locks of hair back out of the young woman's innocent, sleeping face.

So beautiful, my bard … Gods, would that I were someone else. I wish … I wish I could be. I'm sorry…

After a moment the warrior leaned in close, just to breathe in the smaller woman's clean scent, whispering softly, "Good night, Gabrielle."

Xena slowly rested back on her heels, watching for just a moment more. Then she rose and snuffed out the candles before heading for her own pallet a few steps away from her quietly sleeping companion.

Gabrielle woke the next morning to a knock on her door. "Hmmnn? Jussa minnit…" she groaned sleepily. With some reluctance, she made herself sit up, then was startled to find she was on her own pallet. How'd that happen? she thought, confused for moment. Last thing I remember I was working on the treaty…

There was another knock. "Yeah! OK. I'm coming…" She crossed the room, shaking sleep out of her head as best she could and opened the door.

An Amazon in full battle dress was waiting. "I'm sorry to wake you my Queen, but this … man wished to see you. Ephiny gave him permission," she said, as if hoping not to be blamed for it herself. She indicated behind her, where Gabrielle could see Meleager and another Amazon were standing.

"Yeah, that's OK," Gabrielle nodded, grinning. "Let him in. I'll be fine."

"Very well." The Amazon looked dubious. "We'll wait here. Call if you need us."

"Thank you, I'll be sure and do that." Gabrielle smiled as she took the bearded warrior's elbow and ushered him inside, closing the door behind him.

"Gods!" Meleager groaned as he settled into a chair. "Will I be glad to get out of here! You have no idea what it's like to be stared at everywhere you go."

"Actually, yes I do," Gabrielle grinned. "I travel with Xena, remember?"

"Yeah, but I don't think Xena gets slapped on the butt too often, or at least I figure she can do something about it." He gave an exasperated groan. "Amazons!"

Gabrielle laughed as she sat next to him, thinking about what was likely to happen to anyone who tried that with her warrior companion. Then she noticed the table bore a tray with fruit, bread and cheese, and a small note, neatly folded and sitting on top. Her heart beat a little faster as she eagerly picked up the slip of parchment and looked it over.

She instantly recognized Xena's simple, precise handwriting: Drilling all day. Join me if you can get out of bed, oh Queen. You need it. Gabrielle chuckled, then sighed. She folded the note carefully and set it aside, then reached for a slice of bread.

"What's that all about?" Meleager asked, picking out a wedge of cheese.

"Oh, just … Xena," Gabrielle looked down as she smiled.

Meleager chewed thoughtfully for a moment, slowly scratching his beard. "Listen," he said finally, narrowing his eyes, "what is it between you two anyway? I never felt more like a third wheel in my life while we were traveling together."

"What do you mean?"

"You know. The laughing, the long looks, the way you … help her through her nightmares." He paused. "If I didn't know better I'd think you were lovers."

Gabrielle blushed fiercely. "Oh Meleager, come on," she gave a laugh that was as forced as it sounded. "You know we're not."

"That's what I mean…" He sat back a little. "Why is that?"

"Oh hey!" Gabrielle said quickly. "A pomegranate! You know, I love these things!" She nearly knocked over her chair reaching for the fruit.

"Yeah," Meleager said slowly. "And I figure that's why Xena put it there too. So, what's going on?"

Gabrielle picked at the outer casing of the pomegranate, staring at it. "It's just … Meleager … you know," she said with difficulty. "Xena doesn't … feel that way about … me."

He grunted. "Oh yeah. Sure she doesn't. That explains why yesterday when Ephiny was coming on to you, Xena had her jaw set so tight it creaked."

"Meleager!" the bard began indignantly. "Ephiny was not coming on to me, and…"

He snorted humorlessly. "Like Tartarus she wasn't." He regarded the young woman for a moment, then shrugged and settled his elbow on the table. "Well … OK. Maybe you missed it somehow. Tell you though, Xena sure didn't - Hades, I'm surprised her teeth didn't crack."

Gabrielle was silent for a moment, unsure of what to think or say. She new Xena cared about her a lot, but realized she'd never let herself try to see it as more than that. Why should it be? However I feel about her, I'm still just a know-nothing village girl. I'm not heroic at all. Sure, we're close, but … And I wouldn't even know what to do…

"We're just … not, Meleager," she said finally, trying hard to keep her voice even. "And that's … all."

The graying warrior looked at her, took in how difficult this was for the young bard. "OK," he said gently, placing a hand on hers. "I know how it is sometimes." He gave a dry chuckle. "And Hades, I'm probably the worst person in the world to give advice about this kind of thing. After all," he chuckled softly, "you don't get to be my age and still be single without being really good at just blowing it. Sorry I brought it up."

"No, it's OK," Gabrielle sniffled lightly, raising her head. "She … she knows how I feel. If she wants to, when she's ready, it'll happen." Does she? Can it?

The young woman smiled, squeezing his hand. "And hey, old man," she chuckled, "Lilith seems to like you just fine."

"Yeah well…" Now Meleager blushed. "She uh … she likes everybody just fine."

"Maybe so," the bard laughed warmly, "but I haven't heard her call anyone else 'dear one'. And another thing: In case you didn't notice, she slept with a god, one of the good ones even, and then apologized, actually apologized about it - to you. How often do you think that happens?"

Meleager scratched his chin absently, pursed his lips. "Well, now that you mention it, I hadn't really thought about it that way…"

"Has she been, um, participating in their ceremonies lately - with anyone but you I mean?"

His head snapped up and he nodded vigorously, raising a finger. "Oh yeah! Now that she has been … aw … Hades…" He slumped over, looking confused. "Gods … I think you're right. I mean, she has, but she always asked me if it was OK…"

Warriors! Gabrielle rolled her eyes. Why are they so blind sometimes? "Maybe next time you should say 'no'."

"Hhhurrr!" he grumbled, then stood abruptly and began pacing, arms folded tightly across his chest. " I can't! I mean, it's her work! It's her life! She's High Priestess of Inanna!"

"And last I heard she had twenty-four other priestesses to help her out," Gabrielle replied. "Besides, didn't you even say they still consider themselves virgins, because it's really the Goddess having the sex? There's a big difference between having sex and being in love you know, and it sounds like she and her followers make that distinction better than most. Why don't you let her decide for herself next time?"

Meleager sat down hard on the edge of the nearest pallet. "Aw Hades!" he groaned, elbows on knees, running his fingers through his hair. "I just wouldn't be any good for her Gabrielle," he said miserably. "I'm just another old soldier gone to seed with a history of violence and alcohol abuse. She deserves better than that."

Warriors! "Meleager," the bard said as gently as possible, trying to contain her irritation, "you're forgetting that you've also done a lot of good, and whatever problems you've had you've risen above them and you're doing good again. You're strong and brave. Even I can see that. Lilith seems like a bright, sensitive person. If she's fallen for you, I think it's safe to say she loves you for who you are, sees the good as well as the bad, loves you for them both. Like I said, why don't you at least let her make up her own mind?"

He rubbed his temples hard, then sighed. "Well, OK. I'll … think about it."

"Well, that's a start at least," Gabrielle said evenly. She finally broke open the pomegranate, then shifted to more innocuous subjects. "So, what brought you here this morning? You didn't wake me up just to talk about our relationships."

"Oh, yeah," Meleager stood up again. "Lilith is making an offering in Artemis' temple this morning. Ephiny thought you should be there. Aw Hades!" He thumped his fist against his forehead. "It's probably happening like, right now!"

He stood and quickly headed for the door. "Ephiny thought you should dress for the occasion - Amazon mask and so on. I've gotta get to the training grounds, but in the name of the Goddess, hurry!"

Clothed in her full Amazon garb, Gabrielle stood next to Ephiny, watching silently as Lilith solemnly placed a silver bowl of three apples on the altar of Artemis. The temple wasn't large, but now it was packed full, Amazons shoulder to shoulder, more than a few holding their breath in fear.

"Oh Artemis," Lilith intoned, "great Huntress who watches over the night, I humbly ask your blessing upon me and those who travel with me. Your favored ones, the Amazons, love you with purest devotion, and wish only to know they serve you by helping us. Inanna loves you, for she is the power of nature, whom you honor and protect. Accept this simple gift I offer. See into my heart and know the truth of the love I bear you, for it is yours, always."

Lilith bent on one knee, head down, arms raised out, waiting. There was a brief moment of silence, one so heavy it nearly had a sound of its own.

Then, a gentle breeze wafted through the temple, carrying the faintest echo of affectionate laughter. A light began to grow around the bowl on the altar, growing so bright no one could look at it directly. A falcon suddenly flew out of the light, and there was a loud, collective gasp as the huge bird of prey soared over the heads of the assembled women and away through the front arch of the temple.

Then the light went out.

The bowl and apples were gone. In its place, a single, silver arrow lay on the altar. Lilith hadn't moved.

Her heart pounding, Gabrielle leaned closer to Ephiny and whispered quietly. "I'd … Um … I'd say that was a sign."

Ephiny nodded at her, eyes wide.

Lilith rose and gently lifted the arrow in both hands, raising it up, smiling. "Artemis, this day all my thanks are for you. This day all my love is for you. This day all my joy is for you. May your blessing keep us safe on our journey, for the road will be long. I praise your power and wisdom, oh Huntress, as I praise the strength of your Amazons."

She turned and crossed lightly to the Amazon High Priestess, Terisia. "Oh daughter of Artemis, her favored servant, this gift of the divine Huntress is meant for you and for all who are counted among the Amazons. Accept it as you accept the love of myself and my followers, for there is no greater joy than that of kinship among women."

The Amazon Priestess was clearly stunned, but reached out and took the arrow, her hands trembling. "Thank you Lilith," she said. "We can see our fears were groundless. You're truly among the blessed of Artemis. Accept our apologies. We'll remember this day and your time here always."

Lilith smiled warmly. "Love and devotion to the Huntress requires no apology. Come, I invite you to take part in our ceremony. Touch the joy of nature with your own body and spirit, that Inanna might guide you to the face of Artemis."

She slipped an arm around Terisia's, entwined their fingers together, and gracefully led her through the temple and down the steps. Still stunned, the rest of the assembled began slowly filing out after them.

Gabrielle turned to Ephiny. "You should join them," the bard urged.

"Gabrielle, you're the Queen," Ephiny smiled. "If anyone should go, it should be you." She paused, looking down. "We could go together…"

"No, that's OK." Gabrielle brushed her arm. "I'm leaving tomorrow, remember? I've got lots to do before then." She laughed. "Not the least of which is write down what just happened while it's still fresh in my mind."

Gabrielle caught Ephiny's eyes, and for a moment they looked at each other. The young woman took a breath. "Ephiny, I know how you … feel about me, but … well…"

The Amazon regent closed her eyes. "I know. Xena."

Why is it everyone can see this but me and a certain dumb warrior? Gabrielle mentally fumed. "Yeah," she said softly, looking away. At least, I'm starting to hope so…

"Yeah," Ephiny repeated, chuckling ruefully. "It's not like I don't understand. I had a thing for her too when I first met her - actually, I'm pretty sure half the village does." She chuckled again, a little more naturally this time, then grew sober. "But you…"

The regent took a slow, deliberate breath, released it. Then she looked up and gave her Queen and friend a warm smile, affectionately running a hand over Gabrielle's shoulder. "Well, listen - if that big woman ever lets you down, I'll still be here … if you don't mind helping raise a centaur anyway." She laughed, and Gabrielle found their arms going around each other in a heartfelt embrace.

"Count on it," the bard answered.

Gabrielle threw herself into her work for the rest of the day, trying to use the carefully worded legal documents to take her mind off anything else. It worked - mostly - and by nightfall she thought she had sorted out both of the right of heredity disputes and had written three proposals for dealing with the treaty problems with Anza. She placed her seal on everything and set them aside to present to the council in the morning.

She was halfway through her second draft of the Letter of Debt between Lilith's followers and the Amazons when the door opened. Xena walked in, and Gabrielle's heart almost melted when she saw the warrior once again carried a tray loaded with food.

"Gabrielle, this is getting to be a habit," Xena said with mock sternness. "I may not know what the Fates have planned for me, but I'm pretty sure it isn't spending the rest of my life bringing you room service."

"Well, you never know," Gabrielle replied, fighting back a smile. "The Fates have a weird sense of humor sometimes."

Xena rolled her eyes. "Point taken. And I guess I could have it worse." She set the tray down. "Come on, let's eat. I've got a meeting in half an hour about strategy for the road."

Gabrielle hid her disappointment. However, thinking about it for a moment, she realized it was probably for the best. And just what would I have said, exactly? 'Gee, thanks for dinner Xena. Oh, and by the way, I was kinda wondering if you love me the same way I love you? Sure, I know we're gonna be tied up protecting Lilith and the rest for the next couple of weeks and all, and can't do anything about it anyway, but hey, I just wanted to know.' Yeah right!

"Hello, Gabrielle? You in there?" Xena snapped her fingers in front of the bard's eyes.

"Huh? Oh, sorry," Gabrielle shook her head. "What did you say?"

The warrior gave her a wry smile as she sat down. "I said I missed you at drills today."

"Yeah, well. Sorry," Gabrielle blushed a little and wrapped a slice of venison in some bread. With a nod she indicated the sealed scrolls on the table. "I've been kind of busy. Sorry I couldn't make it."

"Well, I think you were the only one," Xena said. "Half the city must've been out drilling. And Meleager - gods, I've never seen anyone push themselves that hard. He was still throwing javelins when I left."

Gabrielle chuckled. "I think he's trying to avoid Lilith for a while."

"Oh really?" Xena cocked her eyebrow. "And why's that?"

"He figured out she loves him."

Xena snorted. "Like anyone with half an eye couldn't see that. Typical."

Tell me about it. "Well, he's been a warrior for a long time," Gabrielle replied innocently, "I think his feelings scare him." Oooh bad! Bad bard!

Gabrielle took a moment to carefully push a few loose strands of meat back into the folded bread. It wasn't easy. Even if she deliberately didn't look to see it, she could feel Xena's steely gaze boring right through her.

Finally, the warrior spoke. "Do tell."

Yup.