~ The Joining ~
by Kamouraskan
Part 9
Chapter 1
It was night.
In a sheltered boundary area of the Amazon Nation, a tall, dark-haired male was digging. There were no torches to light his work, and when his shovel struck a large root, the sound of his muffled cursing echoed from inside the pit he was standing in. Two other figures sat ominously in the shadows watching.
Toris leaned onto the shovel, wiping the sweat from his brow, leaving a trail of dirt across it. "Ah, Sis? Tell me again why I'm digging this hole?"
The warrior didn't move from her squatting position. "Because Gabrielle wants it."
"Ah... fair enough." There was silence except for the sound of the shovel as her brother persevered for a moment. Then another pause. "But, Xena, tell me again why you aren't digging?"
There was grumble from the warrior. "I can't do any heavy labour. I'm undergoing an Amazon purification ritual."
Toris was silent for a moment. "Didn't you already try that once on Mom to get out of cleaning the cellar?"
The grumble changed to a growl. "Keep digging, Tor."
He struck a rock and the vibration rang right up through his arm. He stopped again, turning his head towards the second figure. "Gabrielle, you have all these Amazons...?"
The Queen spoke up from the comfort of her warrior's arms. "If the Amazons knew that we were burying any of the my scrolls, eventually someone would want to dig them up. And the whole point is to keep them hidden until our friends can find them."
"And this will be...?"
"Not for a loooong time... so deeper, Tor."
Toris looked beseechingly to Gabrielle.
She responded sympathetically. "We're really sorry you have to do this alone, Toris, and we do appreciate it. In a way, well, it's sort of an honour that Xena asked you. We needed someone who we could trust completely, someone we both knew would never reveal what we were doing. It's the only way to really be sure that these will be here thousands of years from now."
Gabrielle almost lost it at the very familiar look of disbelief that crossed Toris' face. "Fine. I'll believe you, Gabrielle. But Xe... should I be worried this is like the guys who built the secret chambers in the pyramids? You're going to throw me into the pit afterwards, aren't you?"
Xena's slow smile was visible even in just the moonlight. "Keep digging, Toris."
There was no trigger that Gabrielle could hear, but she responded instantly to Xena's slight repositioning, knowing the warrior had shifted so as to be able to jump from her crouch if necessary. The tightness vanished a moment later. "Small Amazon, twenty lengths away."
"Neshia," Gabrielle guessed.
Both partners rose and quickly pressed through the brush, meeting Neshia before she could approach any further. The small potter handed an urn to the bard, who inspected the wax seals.
"This is perfect, Neshia, I must thank you again," Gabrielle murmured in approval.
"You're very welcome, My Queen, and I will keep this secret." She paused, another question on her mind.
The Queen of the Amazons noticed. "There's a problem?"
"Your friends... is the male an oracle?"
The partners exchanged glances. "Well, sort of. Why?"
Neshia had never been alone with both of the tribe's celebrities before. And in her abashment she blurted out, "He was looking at some sketches I'd made of a pot showing Robin killing that panther, but he described them as if he'd already seen the original drawings I'd made, and that's impossible! Anyways, he started shaking, and talking in a weird voice...and the Hunter started yelling, and... What's a wizard? And why would it be hiding behind a curtain...?"
Xena was amused. "It's OK. We don't always know what they're talking about either. They have very strange ways."
Gabrielle eyes had lit up, and she began to smile. "Neshia, let me get this straight. No one could have seen your drawings. Right? But he described them, almost like you had already made the pot? As if he'd already seen it, as if you'd already made it? And that's when he started panicking?" Gabrielle smile turned to a grin at each nod.
"YES!!!" The artisan was bewildered even further as her Queen began an impromptu dance. "Gotcha, James! You are so going to get it later!" she called out to the night. Turning to the craftswomym, she ordered, "Neshia, get back home, and talk to no one about this. And thank you again." The confused artisan bowed, and shaking her head, began her return to the village, muttering about insanity being contagious. Gabrielle grabbed her soulmate's hands and started tugging. "Come on, warrior, we have a pit to dig."
"Gabrielle, no."
"Look, love, nothing says I can't help Toris."
"Yes. Me. You want me to watch you, bending over, sweating..."
"Xena." But then she saw the frustrated look in the twitching eye. She sighed and called over to the waiting workman. "Toris. Please keep digging?"
They resumed their earlier positions, but Gabrielle's mind was racing through the possibilities of what she'd learned and surmised. "Xena?"
"Yup."
"You realize that this means I was right? That this might actually work out? You're sure that this spot can be found, no matter how long, no matter what changes happen to the landscape?"
"Yup."
"How are they going to get here again?"
"Gabrielle. We can only leave the message. They have to come and pick it up."
"I wish we could do more." There was silence as Toris rested again. "Xena," Gabrielle asked. "Does it make you feel weird to think of them standing on this spot, thousands of years from now, when we're just dust?"
The warrior thought on that for a moment. "No. It makes me feel weird, sitting here now, listening to you TALKING about them being here thousands of years from now."
"But we won't be dust."
"Not if you're right. Not if they get together. We'll live on in them and their children."
There was a long silence. Then they looked at each other. And back at the resting workman.
"Keep digging, Toris!" they both yelled.
Toris sighed.
Chapter 2
Strangely enough, back within the village, it was also night. Had anyone dared to be outside the windows of a certain hut, they might have heard a great deal of panting, completed by an exclamation...
"How the hell do Xena and Gabrielle get to do any of the things in the scrolls? Hell, how do they get out of the hut every morning? And this is supposed to just get stronger? James, stop laughing!"
"I can't help it. I can… feel… you. So much."
"So I guess no more sneaking up behind each other."
"Or accidentally overhearing conversations."
"Oh, right. James…?"
"I don't want to think about that now. It's too late to stop feeling what I feel."
"This isn't a death sentence, damn you! I love you and we aren't going to lose this. I swear. I promise you. If we got back, and I forget all this again… Without this, I'd… you don't think I wouldn't notice the loss? That I wouldn't know that I was missing something this important? Living half a life?"
"So you'd miss the Amazons?"
"You great asshole! Listen, you...You remember the ads for the army? Well, to me the Nation is like that. Boot camp."
"Boot camp. For what?"
"Well. Look. I was thinking... you're going to need... Like, you can't just keep dropping out of the sky on top of Warrior Princesses or whoever without someone to watch your ass, you know."
"You want to..."
"Yes."
"Like partners?"
"I think that's what we're supposed to do, yes."
"Robin..."
"Yeah..."
"This ass?"
"Uh huh."
"You going to look after it?"
"I think you should just accept that your ass is mine, from now on."
"Have I told you lately…"
"That you love me?"
"That too. Actually, I was going to say you are a filthy minded, incredible, wonderful woman."
"Thank you."
"Why are you moving?"
"James, you need a break and we do need to talk. About using the pot."
"Only if you stay lying just like… that. Perfect."
"Yeah...."
"Okay, I was saying that I don't think asking Neshia to leave something like the panther's teeth in the pot will work, because it's under glass in the museum, right? And if you don't remember anything, you wouldn't go to the museum on just my say so anyways."
"Maybe we're obsessing about the pot, and we should just mark something else we know survives."
"I know, we'll go to the Parthenon and write on a pillar, 'For a Good Time, call Robin...' Oww! Hey! No hitting!"
"Rules? Since when were there rules?"
"Civilisation ended when the legs on the bed broke? Wait! I know! Your phone number, that actually might work!"
"Right, James. Dateline, the Louvre. A mystery 200 generations old was solved today when archaeologists dialled a phone number discovered chiselled on the butt of the Venus de Milo..."
"No, Robin, on the pot. Wouldn't you freak out if your phone number was on a pot with your face on it? We ask Neshia..."
"When did freaking become a good thing?"
"Was a few minutes ago..."
"Shush. It would have to be in Roman numerals...."
"I don't know, a Roman reference might change its value. Change history. The Museum might not buy it."
"But James, she could work it in as a part of the pattern on the rim... and you can't see it unless you know to look."
"But, Robin, how do we get you to look at it?"
"I'll write me a note. Well, I'll compose a note for you to give me, with stuff only I would know about me. That should get my attention."
"You realize that by changing the design, or Neshia's making it later, may have already changed the future, and that's assuming it really is the same pot and not some parallel version..."
"Look, James, stop that. We'll do whatever we have to, because I am not going to lose this. We are not going to lose this. Do You Believe Me?"
"Robin? When did you get that growl?"
"I don't know... Do you like it?"
"Seems appropriate for someone who owns my ass. Yeah, I like it."
"Good. Because that and your ass are just two of the things I'm going to keep."
Chapter 3
"Well, we got out! But you look so exhausted, James." Robin's grin seemed brighter than the sun this morning.
They were standing on a hill overlooking the boundary grounds. It was lit by early morning sunshine only occasionally obscured by the few clouds drifting on a light breeze. Below them, Amazons and guests were sparring, or generally milling about. The lovers leaned against each other, their hands and hips occasionally brushing against each other, still unable to move too far apart, despite feeling as though they were connected by all of their senses.
Reacting to her teasing, James threw Robin a half-meant glare. "Please! Don't tell me you're a morning person." He unsuccessfully fought a yawn. "If I had known letting you have a few extra hours to sleep this morning would put you in this horrible and unpleasant condition, I wouldn't have wasted my precious sleeping time writing poetry."
"Wasted?" Robin pouted. "I distinctly remember waking up and letting you read it to me."
"Let me? Oh, lady, that extra sleep is a thing of the past for you."
"Promises, promises."
"If I have anything to do with it, you will be red-eyed and..."
"Miserable? I don't think so..." She pulled his head down and kissed him. "And here I was, worrying about that bet you lost with Xena."
James lowered his head and closed his eyes, slumping forward in defeat. "Okay. I give. I am apparently the last person in the village to know what this frickin' bet was. It sure as hell must be something, considering the looks and the smiles I've been getting. I don't get it! What could be so embarrassing in losing to Xena, right? Everyone here must have done that at least twice?"
Robin was trying to hold a straight face. She allowed only a small smile, but it was a strain. She began to explain in a very controlled tone.
"Well, you see, your bet with Xena was..." She took a breath.
"Yes," James said impatiently, "I bet Xena…"
"The bet was to see..." Robin looked down at the ground, "...to see who could pee the furthest." And the strain was too much and she exploded with the repressed laughter.
"And I LOST?" James' eyes were coming out of his sockets.
Robin was trying to control her laughter but not succeeding. She wrapped her arm around him. " James. She suckered you. You were too drunk to take down your pants." She broke up again.
She put her hand on her lover's shoulder. "Oh, I'm sorry" slowly containing herself, "I shouldn't be laughing, James, but..."
To her surprise, he seemed amused. "You know, I'm such a pompous asshole. I suppose the whole village knows all about this, right?"
Robin nodded.
"So, I've worried about being thought of as a danger to the women here. A Threat, a lean mean raping machine," he started a rueful chuckle. But then his head cocked and his tone and eyes changed. "So I suppose I owe Xena one, don't I? For helping me like that, I mean."
Robin saw the look in his eye, and worried. "Uh, James, I really don't think you want to get into paybacks with Xena."
They heard a cough behind them and found a still sickly looking Hercules and Iolaus standing behind them. James frowned at Robin. "I thought you were supposed to hear people sneaking up behind us, Amazon?"
Iolaus added, "And I thought Amazons walked more smoothly, but you both have this strange stiff..." Hercules hit the grinning blonde on the shoulder. "Ow! Hey, you're the one who told me that you could hear them like they were in the next room... Ow!"
Robin and Hercules both hit him this time. James wished that he wasn't blushing. Robin just looked mad. She put her hands on her hips and asked, "Well, are you two going to start picking teams? Though I can't help feeling it sounds less like a wedding that a flashback to gym class."
James grinned. "Except this time, the geeky kid is the captain."
Robin looked at the demi-god and joked, "You used to be geeky?"
Iolaus laughed, "I don't know about geeky. I don't even remember him having bad hair days."
Hercules was becoming embarrassed and his weakness wore at his patience "Can we get started? Because right now, I think I'm willing to trade Iolaus for Robin."
The blonde started to interrupt, but James stopped him. "That's not a bad idea. Look. I know that Gabrielle expects Iolaus on her side, and that after yesterday, everyone sees Robin as a miniature Xena... but I think it would mean a lot to Xena, after all that's happened with you guys in the past, if Iolaus was standing up for Xena. If that's all right with you?"
Iolaus blinked and nodded. "If it's OK with Xena, I'd be proud to..."
"It would mean a great deal to me," came a low murmur. This time, all were caught unawares, as none of them had heard the warrior approach. They watched as she slung an arm around a suddenly nervous looking Iolaus. "Fact is, I think we all know, that if this really was a battle between Gabrielle and I, I'd be out there alone." The Warrior added, muttering," and that just might include my mother. So, I'm glad of the support." She released the apprehensively smiling Iolaus. Robin realized that Hercules had probably told his partner that Xena might need... relaxation. Having experienced this particular relaxation herself for the first time, Robin tried to imagine what going without might be like. Xena looked almost fine, except for that nervous twitch under one eye.
"Well, then, " James said blandly, " I know that several of the Amazons are ready to fight each other for a position with Gabrielle. And since we have to have equal numbers, the more on Xena's side, the better for peace in the tribe. So, I'll give you Joxer, Maleager, Minya..."
Later Robin took James aside and said "That was very... considerate of you, James." She gripped his face with her hands. "Obliging. Actually accommodating...."
"You're suspicious."
"Oh, yeah."
"You know how this ceremony is supposed to work?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's a throwback to raiding parties. The two factions, representing the couple's tribes, arrive fully armed for battle. They present their weapons, then symbolically disarm, allowing the couple to be joined in peace, joining their tribes as well." As with anything to do with the Amazons, Robin had quizzed Ephiny in detail.
"Well, maybe that's how other people get married around here, but I don't quite see it that way. You see, if we had Iolaus and Xena had Hercules, our tribe would be seen as the number twos. The sidekicks. Not going to happen.
"It's not going to be a marriage of the great Warrior Princess and her sidekick. If this is ever to be seen as a union of equals, then people have to see it as the Queen of the Amazon Nation choosing her Consort. AND, after all these years of trying to get the jump on Xena, Pony is going to piss herself when she realises she's on the wrong side." He grinned.
"James. " Robin was beginning to be worried. "This doesn't have to do with Xena and the bet, does it? You are planning a wedding, right? Gabrielle's wedding? Don't you think she would like to be consulted?"
"Consulted? It was her idea." Robin stepped back, shocked.
"I'm just going to enjoy it a lot more, now." And he grinned again.
Chapter 4
The afternoon was bright and clear. Certainly clear of any members of the wedding parties. Robin was watching from her perch in the trees that grew high above the platform. `Just your average wedding,' she thought. `I'm in ancient Greece, at least, sort of, like, ancient Greece. I'm waiting to attack the groom, who is a woman, with the bride, in a tree. Yeah, I can handle this.' She remembered James dealing with her objections.
"First off, Xena isn't a factor," he'd told her. "Whenever she does figure out what's going on, she won't do anything to stop us. The rest know that we're a group of mainly Amazon warriors, but they won't have noticed we specifically selected all the archers. And they think we'd never do anything crazy with Gabrielle's Mom and her family involved. But with Hecuba safe on the ground, and Lila willing to try anything once... we do have the element of surprise."
"Gee. Why would they be surprised?" she'd replied. "Why wouldn't the groom's party expect a fully armed attack by the bride at the wedding? Unless they're planning the same thing?"
"That motley crew of Kings, forest dwellers, Gods and thieves? They couldn't agree on lunch. They're going to roll down that aisle like it was the beginning of the Bugs Bunny Show. All that will be missing is someone singing 'Overture, turn the lights...' And maybe the kangaroo."
Robin smiled at the memory and looked over to see a matching grin on her companion in the tree. She whispered to Gabrielle, "Is this REALLY how you pictured your wedding?"
"No. Never thought I'd be this lucky."
Robin just shook her head. "I thought you were afraid of heights?"
"Girls gotta do, what a girls gotta do!" The bard snickered.
Robin laughed, and covered her mouth quickly to whisper, "Then you go, grrl!"
There was a blare of some sort of trumpet, and the Warrior Princess' caravan came into sight. Robin had gotten to know the name and reputations of many of Xena's friends, but was surprised at the amount of heavy artillery they were carrying. Even Salmoneous had been convinced to carry a sword for the ceremonial disarmament, and Robin began to have new doubts about the intelligence of this plan.
There were several carts, each hauling a different grouping of dignitaries, all joyfully waving at the seated guests. Xena, of course led, riding Argo, who was in full battle regalia.
Behind her was a somewhat recovered Hercules and Iolaus driving the cart with Cyrene carrying Lycea, while Toris walked alongside. Xena's eyes scanned the ground, no doubt noticing the large bales of hay placed on the right hand side of the road. When her eyes did glance upwards, Robin felt as though the warrior was staring directly at her, even though she knew that she was hidden in the dense foliage. Gabrielle was carefully checking that each cart was in the expected position, her green eyes dancing with inner excitement. Another birdcall sounded, and Robin watched Xena's head jerk. `Wondering what that new one meant, eh warrior?` The caravan came to a halt. Xena, her tense posture indicating she was anticipating something, dismounted slowly. She climbed the steps to the platform directly below Robin, and stood waiting like a martyr.
Unusual in an Amazon attack, there were no war cries. The first intimation that something was planned were the crashing sounds as each cart had its rigged right wheels pulled off by ropes hidden in the path, and the shouts as the passengers lurched and fell onto the handily padded sides. Dozens of archers appeared from behind each hay bale, and more warriors vaulted from the trees. Each with a specific assignment, only one or two surrounding the royalty, five archers in a ring around a chagrined Hercules and Iolaus. Grabbing their ropes and closing their eyes, Gabrielle and Robin landed just out of sword's reach of Xena. The Queen of the Amazon's gave her soulmate a dazzling smile before turning towards the now surrounded carts.
"All members of the Warrior Princess's contingent, DISARM! All weapons, NOW."
In the stunned silence, a voice could be heard cursing fluently. "Three furking years." Eponin was saying, "Three furking years, trying to get the drop on her...and finally someone does it...and I'm...." The rest was unintelligible but one of the Amazons had her hands pressing on Xenon's ears anyways. James appeared along side, carrying a detailed weapons list. Salmoneous had already tossed his sword away the moment his cart had tilted, but most of the rest were looking to their commander. Xena dropped to her knees before the Queen and without hesitation formally presented her with her sword.
From her kneeling position, she spoke clearly for all to hear, but her eyes were fixed only on the Queen. "My sword, and whatever else I have, whatever I am, or will be... yours." For a moment it appeared to Robin that Gabrielle was ready to melt and call the whole thing off, but she gathered herself, took the sword, and pointed at the warrior's side.
"The round killing thing, the breast dagger, the thigh knives, the boot dagger, the new whip… let's have it."
James was going through a similar list, and many of the guests were astonished at the pile of equipment that appeared in front of Autolycus alone. After a quick inspection by Ephiny, each victim was allowed to join the seated wedding guests. Finally when the last chobos, knife and spear had been removed, Gabrielle again called her warriors to attention. She raised her arms and a cry of victory rang out through the woods. Then, before the echoes had died, she lowered her hands and commanded
"Amazons, HOLD! Amazons, DISARM!" and their weapons were dropped in military precision, Gabrielle moved to her warrior's side, and presented her staff, her eyes tearing slightly, saying with her love shining in the words, "Whatever I have. Whatever I will be. Yours. Forever." She then pulled her soulmate up with her, and for a moment they were alone in each other's eyes. The Amazon Queen kissed her Consort-to-be; to the cheers of all the warriors present, and they were brought back down to mortality. As Ephiny mounted the platform to begin the ceremony, Gabrielle whispered, "You knew, didn't you, and yet the Warrior Princess led her friends into a trap?"
Xena smiled. "All I knew was that the Amazon Queen was unlikely to disarm her Nation first, not if there was a choice. And the Amazon Queen is very clever about coming up with choices. As for traps, I trust you, my love. And I was trapped a very long time ago."
Gabrielle buried her head in her warrior's shoulder. "Please, don't call this a trap. Or else we're both prisoners. It's home."
"Always. Where you go..."
"And where you go. I go. Always."
The Regent interrupted with a harsh whisper. "I am glad to say this for the very last time, but Break It Up! Because in less than candlemark, the three of us are going to be very wealthy."
Gabrielle was about to ask for a definition of wealthy, but Xena asked, "No one else bet on us?"
Ephiny grinned and rubbed her hands together and said, "Consider it as... a sort of compliment," before regaining her Regent's poise and turning to the crowd and beginning the first of the prayers to Artemis.
After a soaking them in an alcohol mixture, Ephiny raised the couple's hands and placed a double-edged dagger between their palms and withdrew it quickly, slicing identical wounds along their lifelines. She reached for the leather to bind their hands together, when she was surprised by a strong arm pulling her gently away from the couple.
The Patron of the Amazons dismissed the Regent, who dropped to her knees. Pleasantly aware of the sensation she was causing amongst her gathered faithful, Artemis spoke to Xena first. "Warrior?" Xena dropped her eyes for a split second before nodding, and Artemis almost smiled at the unexpected deference. She turned to Gabrielle, and said softly "Chosen?" and Gabrielle nodded as well. Ignoring the proffered leather strap, she reached into her ever-present quiver and drew out an unused bowstring. Running it through the drip of blood which had started to form at the base of their joined hands, she then began to tie their wrists together, speaking the words of the ceremony as she did so. "As your blood is joined, so shall your hearts, your souls, and your destinies."
She turned to the hushed audience. "I. Artemis, Patron of the Amazons, bless this union, and all of their progeny, as long as faith remains."
There was a bright light and Artemis was suddenly joined by her sisters; Aphrodite for once showing the regal bearing of her status. Athena, bold and strong as always, but with one eye looking through the crowd to verify the whereabouts of a certain child.
The Goddesses each raised their hands above the couple, blessing them, and then in the sparkle of evanescence, they were gone.
The crowd was hushed, staring in awe at the literally thrice-blessed couple.
Robin whispered to James, "Geez. Thank God they'll never need to know, 'cause I hate to think of what they'd have to do for a divorce."
James knew he should be wondering where she got this nerve, but once again, ignoring the stern Amazons about them, he broke up laughing.
Chapter 5
'They must have a whole subdivision in this tribe that just works as brewers.' thought Robin as she watched as several more casks of ale were rolled out. She looked around at yet another Amazon celebration. She had secured a place near the throne as the line of guests continued to offer their gifts to the happy couple. Throughout the evening, groups of dancers, performers and musicians had come and gone, the only constant, Gabrielle's squeals of delight as she had received each present. Armour, weapons, clothing, exotic foods lay scattered about, and still her enthusiasm did not diminish. Though Robin had taken this position in the hope of spotting James, who had disappeared for hours on some mysterious errand, she almost missed him hiding behind a tree trying to catch Xena's eyes surreptitiously. She strolled over to him.
"Where the hell have you been? You're not back to avoiding me..."
"No, of course not, not you, love," and he gave her a long kiss that left them both breathless. "There's something going on with Gabrielle, and I'd just like to talk to Xena without..."
"Jaa-ames?" Gabrielle's voice carried over the music to them. James stiffened.
Gabrielle was doing the old crone imitation that she used in performing her stories. "Come over her and give your sweet grandma a kiss."
James shot a look at Robin.
"I didn't say anything," she protested.
The traveller slouched his way over to the Queen.
"That's my sweet boy. Cute, and smart as a whip, I'll have you know." Still joined by Artemis' string, she cackled to her amused partner.
James faced the grinning bard with hands folded across his chest.
"OK, what do you think you know?" he demanded.
"What's that?" She cupped her free hand to her ear. "Can't quite hear you..."
"Neshia couldn't have known. Robin says she hasn't talked..."
Pure pleasure was shining from the jade eyes. "You nearly passed out looking at drawings for an urn?"
"Maybe I recognized it as a classic and valuable piece of art?"
She changed back to a her normal tone "Not saying that it isn't. But with all your travelling, you've had the chance to stash any amount of gold and artwork long ago, if that's what you were interested in. Nope," she rested her chin on her palm, " It's a link. You've seen that pot before. And if you've already seen it, and it doesn't exist HERE yet, then it exists in the future. Our future." She cackled again. "Pretty smart for an old lady, eh? Now where's my kiss, Sonny?"
James hated being forced to smile. Now was no different. "One, I am not going to start treating beautiful 24 year olds, like grandmothers. And two, you're right, I have seen that urn before, but when I saw it..." he paused dramatically, "... it had five Amazons killing that same panther." He almost added 'so there'
The dinar dropped. "Centaur droppings," Gabrielle cursed softly.
Xena looked over to Robin. "Five Amazons were supposed to kill that cat? You changed the future?" Robin shrugged. She grinned at her lover. "So, no more conversations about flying machines for you, huh?"
Gabrielle actually started to sulk. "Never needed yours or anybody's help..."
James looked at the unusual picture. Xena relaxed and smiling, Gabrielle sulking.
Xena used her free hand to placate her. "Why don't you open some more presents, love. Cleopatra sent that huge chest, Zeus knows what's inside?" Still grumbling, the bard signalled to a member of her retinue.
Xena turned her curious eyes to James. "So what have you been up to all day?" she purred.
"Yeah?" Robin interjected, joining them.
"Well, you already opened the telescope, so I thought I'd work up a new gift."
"It's OK, you know. Lao Ma's daughter sent this magnetic needle, tells you directions?"
"No, No. I want to introduce a fine new custom from the future. It's called: 'A Honeymoon'."
"Oh?" Xena seemed intrigued.
"Yes, you see, basically what happens is the joined couple skips out in the middle of the party and goes off to be alone..." he paused as Xena's eyes lit up. "And they don't tell anyone where they're going. Sometimes for days..." Pausing again. "Usually somewhere private, not too far away, that no one knows about. Well, almost no one... Sound like fun right about now?"
Xena contemplated James' face, knowing that both of them were thinking of a certain nearby cave.
The warrior spoke cautiously. "But wouldn't this place be a little... uncomfortable for tonight?"
"Not if it had been completely and totally restocked, very recently," James hypothesized
"How well stocked?"
"Xena, you just stood up in front of the whole nation and saluted my survival training. I would have thought that you would have faith, and trust, that I know most of the basic and essential items needed for such an... outing."
"Basic essentials?"
"One extra large, fully loaded cartload of basic essentials, yes."
"Hmmm." The corners of Xena's lips twitched. "And when would you advise that this... 'honeymoon' begin?"
"Well, I don't know if you were aware that there are of several rather pay-back minded types who have their eyes on a certain Amazon Queen..."
"Anyone I know?" Xena was only mildly curious.
"I'd think it's safe to say, after today's capture, pretty well everyone you know."
"Oh, yeah."
"I'm told at one point there seemed to be a plan involving moving the Queen's hut to another, ah, less desirable location..."
This struck a chord with Xena. "I knew I should have finished the house. Like to see them move that! This is just like Gabrielle's story about the straw and stick houses."
Robin was stunned. "Gabrielle wrote the original Three Little Pigs?"
James grinned. "Yes, but in her alternative version the smart little pig ends up making it with the big bad wolf."
"I heard that!" came a voice from the throne.
Xena reached over to the bard. "Be nice, love. James has been telling me some very important strategic information." She turned back. "What else is planned?"
"Well, someone suggested burning some parchment and substituting it in her scroll cases...but it was explained that there were rules to this if they wanted to escape being ...sternly lectured by you, possibly firmly and repeatedly ah... lectured, and one of them was; Don't Touch The Scrolls."
"Good to know people are listening," The warrior commented.
"Not necessarily. There was a plan to drug her and haul her..." He stopped, seeing the expression on Xena's face.
The warrior spoke with precision "I'm guessing that person didn't get the basic concept contained in Don't Touch The Scrolls."
"Don't Touch The Bard?"
"Yeah. So?"
"Well, as we speak, several small sacks of dye are being readied for an unusual attack late tonight."
Xena looked at James and smirked. "And why are you ratting them out?"
"As interesting and erotic as a multicoloured Bard might be, you would no doubt be forced to retaliate."
"No Doubt."
James smiled. "I'm just trying to stop the cycle of violence."
"Uh huh."
"Oh, and by the way, not that you need the help, but King Laius agreed to speak to the guards of the night shift, about specific travellers wandering south east..."
"They have the Southern quadrant?" she questioned. He nodded. She looked around the room and James could see that flicker of frustration. "When is night, night?"
"Finish with the presents, then there's a toast... " Xena rolled her eyes and growled deep in her throat. "That's all, that's it...and then both of you head for the back of the platform. There will be a friend waiting behind it."
"A four-footed friend?"
"None better."
"Oh I don't know," and with her free hand, the Destroyer of Nations gently pulled him into an embrace.
Chapter 6
"You told me, " said a comfortable and pleasantly sloshed Robin, taking another sip from her cup, "that one of the reasons that the Amazons party so much, is 'cause only a third can attend at the same time. The rest are sleeping or on watch. But it seems to me that just about everybody is here." She was sitting on James who was using her shoulder as a chin rest.
James pulled his lover even closer. "One of the advantages to inviting royalty to your wedding is that they tend to travel with a small to middle size army."
Robin almost jumped up. "Are you saying the Our Land is being guarded by foreign troops?"
"Our Land? Whoa, Amazon!" She settled back down in his lap. "Technically no. Actually it's being guarded by troops sworn to obey their Amazon Commanders, at least for tonight."
"They swore fealty to Amazons?"
"Something about having each of their rulers captured and released by the Queen seems to have influenced their... trust." They both shared a grin.
"She probably considered that, didn't she?"
"She can be a very devious lady."
A voice came from behind them. "Talking about Xena?"
"Uh, yeah, who else, Joxer?" Robin resentfully stood up.
Someone had convinced Joxer to remove his armour, and he stood before them in a shift, hair brushed, looking, well, almost competent. "I think it's time to do our thing," and he thrust out the instruments he was carrying, nearly striking them on the table.
Gingerly taking his guitar, James asked, "Are the music sheets distributed?"
"Worked all day, as many copies as we could make," was the reply.
Robin looked at a copy. "Is this the translation? It doesn't rhyme."
"That's how we know it's the translation," Joxer explained patiently.
Robin nodded, and then gave him a double take.
"How about the original Afrikaans Lyrics?"
"Handed out"
James looked to Robin. "What do you think, time to bring it all to a close?"
Robin eyes wandered over the scene. Gabrielle was happily ensconced in her Xena, Warrior Chair. The bound hands were supporting her cheek, her free arm draped around her Consort's back. Laughing and intoxicated, the guests filled the clearing right to the edge of the trees, lit by the torches and the stars. James caught her suddenly pensive expression.
"Memorizing it all?" he guessed.
She turned to him and said firmly. "No need. I'm not going to forget this. Ever. You'll see." She took his hand to her lips and repeated, "Ever. Now go up there, and finish this off."
Completed in The Conclusion