The midmorning sun shone over the two women traveling down the dusty, tree lined road.
 
"I still don't see why we have to stop in another town so soon." The warrior
on the horse complained. "We just stopped in one less than a quarter moon ago."
 
The young woman walking beside her glared up at her and replied in icy tones, "Less than a quarter moon ago, we had a useable cooking pan. Of course, that was before we were set upon by road ruffians just as we started dinner, and you decided to get creative with your choice of weapons." The warrior narrowed her eyes and thought about a defensive retort, but the fire in the young woman's eyes stopped her cold as Gabrielle continued, "And I have had it up-to-here- with cheese, bread, berries, and jerked meat. I want a cooked meal again, and the only way to have that is to stop in the next town and buy one. Which is what we are going to do, and that's the end of that." The warrior continued to direct her narrowed gaze at the determined young woman and decided that this was one argument that she didn't stand a chance of winning. So she simply turned her eyes back to the road and grumbled her way to the town.
 
Xena didn't grumble for long though. As the women entered the town of Cygnus, they noticed signs that the town was engaged in a battle for survival. Gossip informed them that a young upstart warlord named Alstric was bent on making a name for himself by overrunning all the towns and villages in the area. If he succeeded, he would continue on to bigger targets.
 
Xena was familiar with Alstric's strategy, having used it herself. Experience also told her that young upstart warlords did not have a very large army, and what they did have usually left a lot to be desired. With this knowledge she approached the town leaders and offered her help. The town leaders, not being versed in the art of battle, but being quite well versed in the arts of politics, eagerly accepted.
 
Gabrielle was a very capable warrior, and under normal conditions, would fight at Xena's side. However, Cygnus was a town under siege, and had been for quite some time. Many of the townsmen had already fallen and there just weren't enough healers to go around. It was a hard choice, but the bard decided that the town would be better served by her remaining with the healers.
 
So both women fell into their respective roles. The warrior princess planning strategies and defenses, and battling on the front lines; and the bard taking charge of the makeshift infirmary, which delighted the young and overworked healer previously in charge.
Gabrielle had become very adept at working under extreme conditions, and had a gift for being able to control Chaos and calm people with only her words and her gentle nature. Xena never failed to be amazed and impressed by the young bard's many talents. Even though she very seldom, if ever told Gabrielle this.
 

Both women remained at their respective posts through the following days. The only times they saw each other were when Xena would help bring in some wounded, or when Gabrielle would venture outside the infirmary for more water or in search of more supplies for her wounded. Those times, though few at least allowed the women some eye contact, small smiles, and the comfort of knowing that the other one was well.
 
One truly frightening moment came when an enemy soldier somehow managed to slip past the outer defenses and into the infirmary. The soldiers' intended destination was the armory, but thanks to a bad sense of directions, he found himself in the infirmary. Before he could slip out of the infirmary and continue his mission, a wounded townsman spotted him. The wounded man tried to stop the soldier, but failed as he fell under the soldier's sword.
 
Gabrielle was applying a damp cloth to a young boys fevered brow when she heard the struggle. She turned just in time to see the brave townsman crumple to the ground. With a furious curse, she grabbed her staff that she always kept close by and lunged after the soldier. The soldier was good, but so was Gabrielle, as she blocked his sword blows and countered with some of her own. All the while pushing him back toward the door so they could take the battle outside and away from the wounded. At least outside she could move freer without having to worry about injuring any of those inside. Xena heard the young woman's raging scream, and turned around just in time for her heart to freeze in her chest. She saw Gabrielle fiercely battling the soldier, but knew she was too far away. By the time she came down from the battlements and over to the fight, it could well be too late.
 
But Xena need not have worried. For Gabrielle had learned the battle staff very well. She performed her deadly dance with stunning precision, taking the surprised soldier down within moments. As the guardsmen took the enemy soldier away, Gabrielle took a moment to catch her breath. Then she blew a stray strand of hair out of her face, glanced up at Xena, smiled and then calmly walked back inside. Secretly thrilling at the look of pride and admiration she saw in the warrior's eyes.
 
Xena watched Gabrielle walk back inside and finally remembered to breathe again. She then turned back to the battlements shaking her head and thinking, "Gods, she's good!"
 

 
CHAPTER TWO
 
The battle for possession of Cygnus didn't last long. Alstric's army had begun to dwindle. Both from injuries and from frustrated soldiers deciding that this blasted town just wasn't worth it anymore. The warlord lost the battle and, more importantly, lost face. No one would be willing to serve under a warlord that couldn't even take one puny town. Alstric decided that maybe farming wasn't so bad after all.
 
The evening following the warlord's departure found the entire town crowded into the tiny local inn. Wine flowed and good spirits abounded as the town of Cygnus celebrated their victory and honored their savior. Xena, ever uncomfortable with crowds and praise, did her best to stifle the urge to flee the crowded mass of well wishers and constant toasts in her honor. Telling herself that Gabrielle was enjoying this and she didn't want to spoil the bard's fun. Zeus knows, she deserves it. "I just wish I could spend a little more time with her." The warrior thought to herself.
 
At first, Gabrielle did enjoy the festivities. The wine was sweet, and the rich venison stew followed by breads, cheeses, and all types of sweetmeats did wonders for her pallet. But the bard was becoming frustrated. Every time she thought she would finally be able to spend some time with her dear friend, someone would come along and drag Xena away for yet another toast.
 
That, coupled with the constant press of people around her, was beginning to fray the young woman's nerves. Actually, to be honest, it wasn't the crowds around her that bothered her. She was a bard for Zeus' sake, bards loved crowds. No, it was the constant barrage of questions and comments about Xena. "What was it like to travel with the mighty warrior princess?" "She must feel very lucky to be allowed to serve Xena." "Xena was so brave." "Gabrielle must make sure to chronicle Xena's valiant rescue of their town." And so on, and so on. It was beginning to be a bit much. "I was here too." Gabrielle thought to herself.
 
"STOP IT!" Gabrielle ordered herself. Xena deserved the praise, and so much more. Gabrielle loved Xena dearly and would never deny the warrior princess her due?But it hurt sometimes to be so totally overlooked no matter what she did. Even Xena failed to notice the bard's efforts most of the time. And that hurt most of all, because Xena's opinion of her mattered more than anything. But Xena seldom gave Gabrielle credit for what she did right, choosing instead to point out what she did wrong. BUT?every now and then, she would get a look from the warrior that spoke volumes. Like what she saw in Xena's eyes when she took down that enemy soldier. Gabrielle's heart danced in that look for the rest of the day.
 
These are thoughts that Gabrielle kept to herself, and always would. Xena did not need to know of these little hurts. It would only serve to make the warrior feel worse about herself than she already did. Gabrielle shook herself out of her reverie and sighed, she had become tired and had given up on the idea of spending any time with Xena. So she excused herself and made her weary way up the stairs to the room that they shared. Unaware that her exit was being watched by a pair of sad and frustrated blue eyes.
 
It was a full candlemark and a half before Xena was able to extricate herself from the celebrants and make a tired trip up the stairs to their room. Gabrielle was curled up on her side and, from her breathing, Xena could tell that she was sound asleep. The fact that Gabrielle was still fully dressed told the warrior that the bard tried to wait up for her as long as she could before sleep overtook her.
Xena felt a small twinge at this. "I'll make it up to you somehow, Gabrielle." The warrior whispered as she gently removed the young woman's boots and pulled a sheet over her sleeping form. With a weary sigh, she pulled off her own boots and armor. Then, as softly as she could, she slid into bed behind the young bard and laid a protective arm over her slim waist. Almost immediately, she felt the bard snuggle into her and emit a small contented sigh as she continued her journey through morpheus' realm.
 
Xena smiled at this small unconscious act. For some reason, Gabrielle always seemed to sleep better when Xena was near. And this lifted the warrior's heart. For she knew what her presence did to most people, she saw it in their eyes too many times when she was a warlord. She still felt their fright and discomfort even after she changed her ways. Xena never would have dreamed that she could ever be a comfort to anyone; least of all this sweet, kind, and magical young woman.
With these pleasant thoughts in mind, Xena drifted off to sleep.
 
CHAPTER THREE
 
Morning found the women rested, fed, provisioned, (including a new cooking pan) and ready to get back in the road. They stood outside the inn saying their good-byes to Otho, the town council leader. "Xena," Otho began, "we will never be able to thank you enough for what you did. Please know that you will always be welcome to the best we have to offer any time you ever come here.
 
Embarrassed again, Xena quietly mumbled a thank you.
 
"And you, young lady," Otho addressed Gabrielle, "I hope you know what an outstanding woman you travel with."
 
"I do indeed." Gabrielle said quietly. So quietly in fact, that Xena cast a concerned look at her. "Otho," Xena began, "Gabrielle was a key part of our success as well." Otho looked blankly at the warrior. "The wounded?the infirmary?the enemy soldier that got in?remember?" Xena was beginning to get irritated. "Ah yes" Otho said with a dawning smile. "She was very helpful in the infirmary."
"Helpful??" Xena yelped, her ire rising to the surface. "Why she?" The warrior was cut off by a hand on her arm. She looked down at the bard. "It's all right, don't worry about it?I'm used to it."
 
Xena was stung by the forlorn resignation in the young woman's eyes. "But?" Xena began.
 
"C'mon, I'm ready to hit the road again. I must be catching your wanderlust." Gabrielle said with a wry smile that Xena didn't quite buy. Nevertheless, she picked up Argo's reins, and with a final farewell, the women walked away. Leaving a very confused Otho wondering what he said that was wrong.
 
The women traveled a good long distance in silence. Silence was normal for the warrior princess, but not for the bard. Finally Xena could take it no more.
 
"Gabrielle, what's going on?" The warrior asked.
 
"Nothing, why do you ask?" Gabrielle replied without looking up at her.
 
"Because you've been unusually quiet ever since we left Cygnus." Xena said.

 
"Can't I be quiet every now and then? Or is that a privilege only enjoyed by warrior princesses?" Gabrielle shot back, with irritation edging her voice.
 
"What?" Asked Xena, confusion evident.
 
"Oh, never mind." We'll have it your way. So, how do you like the weather? And, gee, what do you think Salmoneus' chances are at the Olympics?"
 
The bard was trying to change the subject, but Xena saw through the veneer of false humor. Jumping down from Argo's back, then stepping in front of Gabrielle, she asked softly, "Why didn't you let me correct Otho about your importance in our battle with Alstric?"
 
The bard looked down at the ground, avoiding Xena's eyes. "Why?" she whispered hoarsely. "He was right. I just helped in the infirmary. You planned the defense. You fought beside the villagers. You led them to victory. How can I compare to that?" Unshed tears glittered in the green eyes.
 

Xena place her hands on the bard's shoulders. "Yeah, but it was you who cared for the wounded.
You eased their pain and soothed their nightmares. You defended them when that damned soldier got in. You, my bard, saved countless lives. All in all, I'd say that you did a damn sight more than "help'." Gabrielle continued to look down at the ground shaking her head. "It's not important." She mumbled. "Yes, it is." Xena started, placing a gentle hand on the bard's shoulder. But before she could continue, Gabrielle pulled away and cut her off: "No, it's not important?it never has been. Just leave it alone Xena. I don't want to talk about it anymore." And with that, she started down the road at a brisk pace. Leaving a stunned and confused warrior staring after her.
 
By the time the women stopped to make camp for the night, things were more relaxed between them. Due in large part to a concerted effort by the bard. Gabrielle had come too close to venting her frustrations about being overlooked on Xena. Which is something she swore she wouldn't do.
So she scolded herself, calling it nothing but self-pity, and put her best game face back on.
 
Xena was glad that her friend was smiling and talking again, but she also knew that something was still bothering the young woman. She was startled by Gabrielle's' earlier outburst and bothered by the long silence afterward. But she spent that time thinking.
Trying to figure out what was bothering her friend. Othos' comments had bothered the bard, Xena knew that. But Gabrielle was used to that, wasn't she? Then the realization hit her with two fists. Gabrielle was used to being ignored! All the things they had been through together, all the enemies they had faced, and all the battles they fought. Gabrielle had been by her side, giving her all and bearing the scars, but never being acknowledged. People only talked about Xena and what she did. 'Hades', most people didn't even know her name. She was just 'Xena's bard'. "And you're no better, princess." Xena fumed at herself. "When was the last time you acknowledged her contribution in a fight? How often do you tell her that you appreciate how she cooks for you, takes care of you, and stands by you? Have you ever told her?" Xena didn't really like the answer to these questions.
 
Nighttime found the two women engaged in their usual evening routine. They had eaten well of the quail that Xena caught, bathed in a nearby lake, and chatted amicably throughout the evening. Both were avoiding the events and conversation of earlier that day. Xena sat on a log in front of the still roaring fire sharpening and cleaning her sword, and Gabrielle sat comfortably against a tree on the other side of the fire fully immersed in her scrollwriting. The silence between them now a comfortably familiar.
 
Xena stole several furtive glances at the young bard, for she always enjoyed seeing the different facial expressions Gabrielle employed when she was involved in her writing. Xena thought the world of this young woman, and shuddered at how empty her life would be without her. "Why haven't I told her that?" The warrior thought to herself. "And how can I tell her now without her thinking it a feeble attempt to placate?" "Still, I've got to find a way."
 
Xena finished with her sword and laid it down in its usual place by her blankets. She got up, stretched, and said to the still writing bard: "I'm turning in for the night Gabrielle, don't you be up too late."
 
The bard turned a warm smiling face up to her and, barely stifling a yawn, said: "Don't worry, I just want to finish this last line, and I'm packing it in for the night."
 
Xena laid down on the bedroll on her side, facing away from the fire and Gabrielle. She didn't want the young woman to see that she was still wide-awake and deep in thought. The bard would want to know what was on the warrior's mind, and Xena wasn't ready to discuss it yet. Xena was determined to find a way to let her friend know just how much she meant to her and how much she really did admire Gabrielle for all she did and all she was.
Xena heard the bard putting her things away, and had to smile at how quiet Gabrielle was trying to be, thinking that Xena was asleep. A chilled body then curled up beside her and snuggled up to her back.
As the warrior listened to the young bard's breathing getting deeper and more even, she closed her eyes and said a quiet prayer. "Artemis, Goddess of the hunt, please hear me. You know I don't often ask you for help, but I'm asking now. Please help me find a way, a special way of letting Gabrielle know how extraordinary she really is. She thinks nobody knows and nobody cares. And I'll admit I haven't helped any. I want?" she frowned before finishing the thought. "I need to correct that. If you won't do it for me, then please, do it for our queen." And with that, the warrior drifted off to sleep.
 
Somewhere in the wee hours before dawn, a soft blue mist appeared above Xena's sleeping form. Slowly, it began to shift and shimmer, taking the shape of a lovely young woman bearing a silver bow and quiver of arrows. The woman hovered above Xena looking at the warrior with something akin to curiosity and affection. She looked over at the bard, and then back to Xena. She smiled warmly and whispered, "that which you seek, shall now be within your reach. Fare thee well, warrior." She then drifted down closer, and placed a feather soft kiss on the warrior's lips. Then promptly faded back into the night.
 
CHAPTER FOUR
 
Xena awoke as the first gray fingers of dawn peeked through the trees. She lay on her back for a few moments taking in the sights and sounds of the forest around her and feeling very, very good. She turned onto her side facing her sleeping friend. She lay there with her head propped up on her hand simply admiring the quiet beauty of the young woman that called her 'friend'.
 
Slowly, and with crystal clarity, words began to come together and a plan began to form in her mind, as a smile crept across her lips. She rose gently from the bedding, making sure not to wake Gabrielle. She moved over to the bag that the bard kept her scrolls in and searched for a blank scroll, hoping with all her heart that Gabrielle wouldn't miss it. She sat down and began to write.
 
Gabrielle woke up to the sound and feeling of her growling stomach.
 
"Good morning to you too." Xena said with a wide grin.
 
The bard blushed a bright pink. "Good morning, and sorry about that." She mumbled sheepishly.
 
"Don't be," Xena said. "It's not too often somebody's stomach growls for my cooking, instead of grumbling against it."
 
"How true."Gabrielle said, smiling wryly. She got up and stretched languidly. "Actually, that does smell pretty darn good. Have you been holding out on me Princess?" Gabrielle inquired as she looked at the enticing trout sizzling in the pan.
 
"Nah," Xena replied. " I just get lucky every now and then. If you want to do your morning thing, this should be ready by the time you're finished."
 
"Sounds good to me." Gabrielle grinned as she grabbed a towel, and scampered down to the lake to answer nature and wash up.
 
After breakfast, (which the bard had to admit was quite good) the women packed up their camp and headed back out on the road. As far as Gabrielle was concerned, they had no particular destination in mind, and Xena wanted to keep it that way. The warrior knew exactly where they were headed. She had a plan, and it involved quite a few people. It also had to take place at a certain place, on a certain day. It was not going to be easy, but Xena had a good feeling in her gut that it was going to work. It had to work!
 
The women spent the entire morning walking and chatting amicably about nothing in particular. Xena noted with no small amount of relief that Gabrielle was once again her lighthearted, talkative self. This would make it easier to carry out her plan. By Xena's calculations, they were now about two candlemarks outside of the town of Teramis. It was time to set things in motion.
 
Xena let Gabrielle get a few paces in front of her, then she leaned over and whispered in Argo's ear, " Argo, go lame." The great horse started to limp noticeably. Xena smiled and drew Argo to a halt and dismounted, moving around to the horse's front, she knelt and lifted the mare's hoof.
 
Gabrielle noticed that Xena had stopped, she turned and saw Xena checking Argo's hoof. She hurried back to her friend and with concern edging her voice she asked, "Xena, what's wrong with Argo?"
 
"Nothing too bad." Xena replied. "Argo just cracked her shoe. There's a town not too far up ahead, we will have to stop and get her re-shod. She can't be ridden like this."
 
Xena looked up at the bard and caught the brief shadow that flitted across her sweet face before she smiled and said: "great, this will give us a chance to pick up any supplies we may need." In spite of her upbeat facade, Xena knew that the strawberry blond was not ready for another town just yet. She was still smarting from her experiences in the last town. "Take heart my bard." Xena thought to herself, "this town is going to help me do something wonderful for you." With that, she straightened up, took Argos' reins, and started down the road beside her friend.
 
As towns go, Teramis wasn't very big. Offering only one dry goods store and a smattering of street vendors whose wares were not particularly good. It did however have a fairly decent sized inn with good food and a cozy atmosphere. This was where phase two of Xena's plan was to take place. The warrior knew that this inn was a favored stop by Amazons that passed through the area, and she needed an Amazon or two to aid in her plan.
The two friends headed over to the Blacksmiths shop first and Xena suggested to Gabrielle, "Why don't I take Argo inside and tell the smithy what I need, while you check out the vendors, and then meet me at the inn for lunch?" "I like that idea." Gabrielle grinned as she grabbed her staff and headed for the shops.
 
"Shopping and food...That's my girl." Xena chuckled as she led Argo into the Blacksmiths. The warrior explained to the smithy that she didn't need to have anything done to Argo, she just needed the mare to stay there for a while. Any questions the puzzled smithy may have had were silenced by the dinars that the warrior pressed into his hand.
 
Xena went directly to the inn, found a table where she could sit with her back to the wall settled in and ordered a drink. From this spot she could see everything. Now she just had to hope she would see some Amazons. It wasn't too long before she saw the blond bard come through the door. Gabrielle looked around and smiled when she found the warrior. She walked over to the table looking very pleased with herself, sat down and ordered some cider.
 
"You're looking pretty happy." The older woman observed.
 
"I am," Gabrielle replied. "I got a very good deal on some new scrolls. I'm glad I checked my scroll bag, I was running low. I didn't have as many as I thought I did. Funny, I usually keep pretty good track of them." Gabrielle said with a furrowed brow. Xena sunk a little lower in her seat and took a long drink of her port.
 
Several candlemarks passed as the women enjoyed a good lunch, cool drinks, and each other's company. Xena was beginning to despair of seeing any Amazons when a group of them walked in the door. They surveyed the inn, checking for signs of potential trouble, and finding none, they located a table and sat down.
 
Xena sat half listening to Gabrielle as she discussed a new story she was writing. The warrior was trying to figure a way to approach the other women without arousing the bard's suspicion when she saw one of the amazons scanning her surroundings. The Amazon's gaze settled on Xena for a moment, and then the bard. She raised a quizzical eyebrow, then as if confirming her suspicions; she rose from her table and walked over to the table that Xena and Gabrielle were seated at. Gabrielle caught Xena watching someone approach from behind her. She turned in her chair just in time to see the Amazon warrior move up beside her.
 
The Amazon warrior went down on one knee, and with head bowed, said, "Greetings, my Queen, I am Celestra. It is an honor to meet you." This show of respect always made the bard blush uncomfortably, but she knew it was mandatory so she no longer objected to it.
Gabrielle placed a hand on the warrior's shoulder and said, "Please rise, and please just call me Gabrielle."
 
The warrior rose and replied, "Yes my?yes Gabrielle. I hope I am not interrupting your meal. I only wished to pay my respects."
 
"Not at all." The bard replied, looking to Xena for confirmation, which she got in the form of a small warm smile. "In fact, you and your party are welcome to join us if you would like."
 
The young amazon's face lit up, "That would be wonderful!" She exclaimed. Wasting no time, Celestra all but ran over to the other table, and after a few moments of animated conversation, returned with her three companions. Gabrielle's embarrassment was multiplied as the three other amazons dropped to their knees in front of her.
 
The other patrons of the bar were intrigued by this spectacle. But only for a moment, as they simply shrugged and returned to their drinks and meals. Which the furiously blushing bard was highly thankful for as she bade the women to rise, while casting a heated glare at her widely grinning warrior princess.
 
Another full candlemark passed quickly for the group of women. With the group of Amazons being totally enthralled with their very down-to-earth Queen and her tales of adventures shared by the warrior and bard.
 
Xena had learned that the group of four was from an Amazon village to the north. And they were on a vacation trek through the countryside. If the warrior had her way, at least one of them would be making a side trip to Amazonia. And she had her eye on Celestra.
 
Xena had been observing the group as they sat and talked and came to the conclusion that Celestra was the best choice. For even though Celestra was young, (about 23 summers Xena surmised) she seemed to have a level head on her shoulders and could likely be depended on.
 
Xena got up from her seat and said: "Gabrielle, I'm going to check on Argo. If the smithy hasn't gotten to her yet, we might wind up spending the night here."
 
Gabrielle couldn't suppress the brief smile that lit up her face at the thought of spending the night in a cozy bed. With a feigned sigh of disappointment, the bard said: "Well gee, as much as I love to sleep on a cold hard ground surrounded by all types of critters, I suppose we could make this sacrifice for Argo."
 
Xena couldn't resist a comeback. She dropped to one knee and quipped, "Argo and I are most grateful my queen." Just barely dodging the piece of bread the miffed queen threw at her.
 
Just before she turned to leave, Xena caught Celestra's eye, and with her own eyes, motioned for the amazon to follow her outside. Celestra got up from her own chair and said: "Hold on Xena, I might as well walk with you and check on our horses."
 
The two women walked in silence to the stable. Xena walked in and went right to Argo. The great horse nickered a greeting to her mistress as Xena lovingly scratched behind her ear and murmured to her. Celestra stood behind the warrior and said, "I assume you wanted me to follow you out here for a reason. What is it you wish?"
 
Here goes nothing." Xena thought to herself as she took a deep breath and turned to face amazon. "I need a favor." Xena said.
 
To her credit, Celestra hid her surprise well. Everybody, but everybody knew about the warriors' legendary independence. Xena simply didn't ask for favors from anybody. Celestra's only reaction was an arched brow. She kept silent and waited for Xena to continue. Xena appreciated the Amazons subdued reaction, and she continued.
 
"I need you to carry a message to the regent Ephiny in Amazonia. It concerns the queen, and time is an important factor." At Celestra's sudden look of worry, Xena quickly added: "Queen Gabrielle is in no danger! But there is something I am trying to do for her, and Ephiny's help is vital."
 
Celestra studied the warrior's face and saw the quiet sincerity and hope in her gaze. The Amazon wanted to ask questions, but knowing of the warrior's reputation, she knew any questions would make Xena back off. So she smiled at Xena and said: "I would be honored to serve my queen."
 
The two women walked back into the tavern and were greeted by peals of laughter from a certain table. They exchanged bemused looks and walked over to the table where Gabrielle was in full bard mode.
 
"You should have seen the look on her face when Miss Artifyce leaned her back and
"kissed" her, oh GODS, it was priceless!" The little bard choked between giggles. The other girls were bent over laughing when Xena walked up to the table.
 
"OH, hi Xena!" The strawberry blonde tried to put a straight face back on as she addressed the stony-faced warrior. "I was just 'ahm...erh?."
 
"As I recall, the look on your face wouldn't have come cheap either." The warrior purred before she released the smile she was holding back. Xena and Celestra each ordered another drink and sat down at the table as Gabrielle continued with her tales. Xena was greatly relieved that Celestra agreed to her request without any questions. The Amazon knew that Xena was uncomfortable asking favors and was gracious in complying. They would all stay at the Inn tonight and Celestra would inform her companions of her task. They could travel with her, with all due haste, or arrange to meet up with her at another location in about a week's time. Either way, she would leave just before dawn.
 
Xena informed the bard that they were indeed staying night and with a heartfelt yawn, she excused herself to secure the room and bring their things in.
 
"I'll be up in a little while." Gabrielle cheerily replied before she continued her storytelling.
 
Xena laid in the bed contemplating the next phase in her plan when she heard the bard trying to make a quiet entrance into the room. She didn't quite succeed however, as she cracked her toe on one of the stout wooden legs of the table that sat in the middle of the room. Xena grinned as she heard Gabrielle hobbling about the room trying to muffle the colorful curses that seemed to spring from her lips.
 
"You might fare better if you lit a candle." Xena commented as she sat up to light one.
 
"I thought you were asleep and didn't want to startle you." Gabrielle muttered through clenched teeth as the candle came to life.
 
"Thank you. But I wanted to make sure you got in first." The warrior said softly. This brought a smile to the young woman's lips. Xena wasn't much for words, but she did try in little ways to show that she cared for the bard.
 
Gabrielle changed into her sleeping shift and crawled into the large bed. Xena was laying on her back with her hands clasped under her head. Her eyes were closed but Gabrielle knew she wasn't asleep. There was something the bard needed to say, and now was as good a time as any.
 
"Xena?"
 
"Hmmm?"
 
"Thank you."
 
Opening one eye, the warrior said, "For what?"
 
"For forgiving my outburst the other day. For not pressing me to talk about it. For putting up with me." The bard tried to sound normal, but Xena caught the note of sadness in her friend's voice, and her heart reached out to the young woman just as her arms did.
"C'mere." The warrior said softly. The bard scooted over and laid her head on a comforting shoulder as strong arms wrapped around her.
 
Xena took a deep breath. "How could I not forgive? You have forgiven more than your share of my outbursts and tempers. While I don't claim to understand what happened, I trust that you'll talk about it when you're ready. And Gabrielle, you have been good for me, and good to me. You take care of me; you watch my back, you believe in me when no one else does...even when I don't believe in myself. I don't "put up with you", the truth of the matter is, I don't know what I would do without you."
 
Xena felt warm wetness sliding down her shoulder, and heard the small voice; "I don't really believe what you said, but thank you for saying it." Xena didn't respond, she simply tightened her arm around the small form and thought to herself, "Soon little bard, you will believe.
 
CHAPTER FIVE
 
Xena woke early. At least a full candlemark before dawn. It was time for the second phase of her plan, and that meant she had to go see Hercules. She had learned by asking around that Hercules was visiting his mother. This information delighted the warrior. For Alcmene's place was only a candlemark and a half ride from the inn. By Xena's calculations, she could ride out, talk to the demi-god, and be back before Gabrielle woke up. The warrior dressed quietly in the pre-dawn darkness, putting on only her leathers. She would don the rest in the stable, for she didn't want to take a chance of making any noise and waking the bard. She entered the stable quietly and heard Argo's welcoming nicker. "Shhh, girl, we have to take a little ride, but we've got to be quiet." She gave the muscled neck an affectionate rub and proceded to finish dressing and saddle the mare.
 
Argo was quite happy to finally stretch her legs after being cooped up in the stable, and the great horse made it to Alcmenes' house in just under a candlemark. Xena approached the house quietly, as she didn't want to alarm anyone. She dismounted and strode around the side of the house that Hercules room was located on. She tapped lightly on the window frame and stepped back, just before a large hand shot through the open window and grabbed a handful of thin air. She watched as the hand drew back in the window and a disheveled head popped out. "Good morning sleepyhead." She drawled with a wide grin on her face. "Xena" the sleepy Demi-god groaned, "don't you ever sleep?"
 
"Sure I do...some of us are just spunkier and need less sleep than others." she quipped, still grinning.
 
Hercules growled and shook his head. Grinning, he said, I'll be out in a minute."
 
Hercules joined the warrior outside looking somewhat more awake. They moved away from the house, so as not to awaken his mother and Iolaus, who slept in the front room. Stopping at a large opening in the stone wall that surrounded Alcmene's house. At Xena's quizzical look, the Demi-god explained, "Runaway wagon. Mother needed help in repairing it, so she called me. That's why you got lucky and found me here."
 
"Lucky indeed." Xena thought to herself. She got right to the point. "Hercules, there is something I'm trying to do, and I need your help." She then proceeded to explain her plan.
 
"Ephiny will see you now." The guard said to Celestra. The young Amazon licked her lips and put on her best warrior face. She wanted to make a good impression on the Regent, for she had hopes of one day becoming an honor guard, and a good word from the Regent as well as the Queen would help. Ephiny sat at a table immersed in maps and scrolls. She looked up from the scroll she was studying and smiled. Celestra approached the Regent and knelt. "Greetings, Regent Ephiny. I am Celestra from the amazon village Karrilis."
 
Welcome Celestra." Ephiny replied. "Please, rise and tell me what brings you such a long way."
 
Celestra told the Regent of her meeting with Xena and Gabrielle, and of Xena's request for her to bring a message to Ephiny. When she was done, the young amazon reached into her pouch and handed Ephiny a rather thick rolled scroll. The Regent thanked the warrior for a task well done and bade her to stay the night and enjoy their hospitality. Celestra left the Regent's hut with a sense of pride and thanked Artemis for her running into Xena.
 
Ephiny unrolled the scroll and was surprised as two smaller scrolls fell out of it. Somewhat curious, she examined the parchment. Long moments later, Ephiny lowered the parchment to her lap and shook her head, chuckling heartily. "Ohhhh Xena.... What has our little Queen done to you?" She mused. Ephiny got up and strode out of her hut shouting: "Solari! Eponin! Come on ladies, we've got some running to do and people to see!"
 
"RISE AND SHINE! RISE AND SHINE!" Xena announced as she plopped onto the bed, jostling the bard abruptly.
 
Gabrielle's eyes remained closed but her lips curled back as she snarled: "I can rise...or I can shine, but I refuse to do both!!!" She then twisted onto her side and pulled the cover over her head. Xena's eyes crinkled and her lips spread into a bemused grin. "Hmmm...Some of us are not morning people I see. Time to try another approach." She walked over to the table, picked something up off it, and went back over to the bed. She gently pulled the cover off the bard's face and held the object just under her nose. Gabrielle sniffed a couple of times, then her eyes shot open.
 
"Ooohh Xena...you play dirty." She purred as she sat up and took the fresh, hot, piece of nutbread from the warrior's hand.
 
"So I've been told." The warrior drawled. "But you've got to admit...It works!"
 
Gabrielle sat back and smiled contentedly. "Now that I can rise and shine for. Thanks Xena."
 
The warrior sat in the chair opposite the young woman polishing her sword. She smiled: "You're welcome." Then in mock seriousness she growled: "Just don't get spoiled."
 
Gabrielle's eyes went wide as if in shock. She put a hand to her chest. "Perish the thought!" She intoned solemnly, "We wouldn't want the 'Warrior Princess to get a reputation of spoiling people, now would we?" Xena gave her "The Look". Which only made the strawberry blonde giggle. "So! What's on the agenda today?" Gabrielle asked.
 
"Well," Xena replied, "Argo is ready and raring to go and I figured we would head to Thracia...there's a metalsmith that I want to see about fashioning a new bridle for Argo."
 
The bard thought for a moment, then said: "That'll work. Thracia is a good seven days from here...we better make sure to stock up before we leave so we won't run short."
 
"Great idea, thanks for volunteering to take care of that." Xena quipped as she ducked out of the chair just in time to dodge Gabrielle's playful smack at her arm.
 
"MOTHER...MOTHER, COME HERE. YOU'RE NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS!" Lila shouted as she came running in the house.
 
Hecuba bustled out of the kitchen wiping her hands on her apron. "Lila calm down for pity's sake!" She admonished her exited daughter. "What are you carrying on about?"
 
Amazons, mother...there are Amazons here...and they want to see you."
 
Hecuba's heart froze! "Gabrielle." She moaned as she dashed outside.
Hecuba knew of her daughter's affiliation with the Amazons, and she could think of no good reason for them to visit her unless it was to tell her that something had happened to Gabrielle.
 
She approached the grim faced women with trembling heart. "You are Hecuba, mother of Gabrielle?" The blonde amazon inquired. Hecuba nodded. "I am Ephiny...Queens Regent of Amazonia. I am honored to meet you."
 
The older woman nodded again, then in a quivering voice she said: "Please, what's happened to Gabrielle?"
 
Taken aback, Ephiny stared for a moment. Then understanding set in. She smiled warmly and replied: "There is nothing wrong with Gabrielle, she is well. We are merely here to deliver a message and answer any questions we can."
 
Hecuba released the breath she didn't know she was holding, then looked at Ephiny with puzzlement. "May we step inside and talk?" The tall amazon said, taking note of the curious stares of the people milling around. "Of course!" Hecuba replied as she led the women inside.
 

Hecuba carefully examined the parchment Ephiny handed her. "You say Xena sent this?"
Hecuba inquired; her mouth set in a tight line. For she still harbored resentment for the warrior princess. Feeling that Xena stole her daughter away and would one day abandon the bard when she was finished using her.
 
"Yes, she did." Ephiny answered, smiling warmly. Ephiny could feel the older woman's angst toward Xena and, in some ways, understood it. At one time, she too felt that Xena would only lead the innocent young woman astray, and then leave her. The blonde Amazon felt that Gabrielle deserved better than that. In Ephiny's mind, the warrior princess could not and would not care for anybody...least of all the kindhearted chatty little bard...Until Thessaly. " I was wrong about Xena." The amazon thought. "And so is Hecuba."
 
"Why do we have to go to this...this tavern?" Hecuba snarled. "Why can't they come here?"
 
"Because it is supposed to be a surprise." Ephiny replied patiently. "If Xena brings her here, Especially at this time, Gabrielle will know what's going on. Your daughter is a bright young woman, after all."
 
"Yes, I know." The older woman murmured, warmed by the compliment to her daughter. "But I still question her choice of traveling with this Warrior Woman, and I'm not convinced that I can do as Xena asks."
 
Ephiny put a gentle hand on the older woman's shoulder, meeting her eyes. "Hecuba, think about it. The " Destroyer of Nations" arranging something like this. Do you really think she would be caught dead doing this if she didn't care for your daughter?" Hecuba thought for a moment, then smiled wryly at Ephiny. "I see your point!" She grinned. "When do we leave?"
 
"Are we there yet?" Gabrielle groaned. "We've been on the road to Thracia forever, and my feet are killing me."
 
Xena stifled a guilty twinge and smiled down at the tired young woman. Gabrielle really did look pitiful. Her sweat dampened hair clung to her forehead, her skirt was wrinkled and dirty, and she was shuffling now instead of her normal brisk walk. "We're almost there." The warrior said softly, "and I know you're tired, but you have steadfastly refused to ride Argo with me." Gabrielle started to say something but Xena held up her hand. "I know you don't really care for riding, but Gabrielle we still have a good two candlemarks to go before we hit town, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist that you ride the rest of the way with me."
 
Gabrielle hated being told what to do! She felt her temper start to rise. But her angry protest died in her throat as Xena put on her most engaging smile and said: "Please?" The bard sighed and held out her hand. Xena hauled her up into the saddle in front of her. Gabrielle settled into the warrior and leaned her head into Xena's shoulder with a weary sigh. "Maybe this isn't so bad after all." She thought as she let the swaying of the horse lull her to sleep.
 
Thracia was everything Teramis was not. It was a city teeming with street vendors, shops that catered to specific needs such as weapons, jewelry, and clothing, and best of all...it had two large inns that boasted having hot tubs in every room. To a tired and dirty bard that liked to shop, this was Elysia. The two women secured a room at the inn called The Crown. The atmosphere seemed cozier and the innkeeper showed an interest in having the bard perform for his patrons in return for a discount on the room.
 
"Why don't you look around while I go talk to the metalsmith." Xena suggested to the young woman. "We can meet back at the inn at dinnertime." The gleam in Gabrielle's eyes told Xena that the bard had forgotten all about being tired...she had some shopping to do! "You talked me into it!" the bard chirped as she all but skipped down the street toward the vendors. Xena chuckled as she headed toward the metalsmith.
 
Xena walked in the doorway of the small shop and looked around. The walls were lined with all manner of chains, bracers, harnesses, and buckles. There was also a small table near the back that held an assortment of bracelets, rings, and necklaces that spoke of fine craftsmanship. Beyond that table, Xena found what she was looking for. "PARMON" she bellowed, and a grizzled gray head bobbed up and looked at her.
 
"Xena," he grinned through missing front teeth. "I'd recognize that breastplate anywhere."
 
"You should," she replied, "you made it. And it has saved my life more than a few times; and I thank you for it every time."
 
The old man smiled graciously. "Yes well, we can't have any arrows piercing those lovely...eh...leathers." He said with a wink. Xena raised an eyebrow, but left it at that.
 
"Did Hercules bring you my request?" The warrior asked. "Yes he did." Parmon answered. "And a fat lot of time you gave me to work on it." He groused.
 

"And..." She said with narrowing eyes.
 
"And...I just finished it this morning." Parmon said smiling smugly at the warrior's relieved look. He scurried to the back room and came out with a fist sized leather pouch and handed it to her. She removed the contents and held it up to the light.
 
"Magnificent!" She exclaimed.
 
"Of course it is," he said with a slightly injured look. "Did you expect any less?"
 
"No" Xena said with smiling eyes. "No I didn't. Thank you my friend, this means a lot." She reached into her pouch to pay him, but he reached over and stayed her hand. "No charge for this." She started to protest, but he cut her off. "You kept Draco from destroying my shop and killing me...You gave me my life, let me give this to you." He said gently. Not trusting herself to speak, she softly cupped a hand to his face and whispered: "Thank you."
 
By the time Xena returned to the Crown, lunch was over and preparations were being made for dinner. She looked around the dimly lit bar and, not seeing her friend, she asked the barkeep if she had returned.
 
"Yup" he drawled as he busied himself setting out mugs, "she said to tell you she was going to take a bath and would join you for dinner." Now knowing where her friend was, The warrior relaxed and ordered a drink. Then finding a quiet corner table, she settled down to contemplate the rest of her plan.
 
Cyrene read the parchment once, and then read it again. She set the parchment on the bar and looked the dark haired amazon in the eye. "You say my daughter sent this?" She asked, looking a tad skeptical.
 
"Yes ma'am," Eponin replied with a bemused grin. "she sent this to our Regent along with a similar parchment addressed to Gabrielle's parents. Her instructions were very clear and she asked that we deliver these messages and assist in whatever way we can. Apparently this is very important to her and she feels that this will mean a great deal to our Queen."
 
Cyrene examined the parchment one more time, then smiled at Eponin. "Just when I think that Xena can't surprise me anymore..." The amazon just grinned back at her. Xena was indeed full of surprises, and Gabrielle was about to find that out for herself.
 
"If I live to be a hundred, I'll never figure out where you put it!" Xena observed dryly as she watched the bard put away her second bowl of lamb stew.
 
Gabrielle glared at the warrior. "Just because you don't appreciate good food doesn't mean that I don't." she replied icily. Xena's wicked retort was cut short by the appearance of the serving girl at their table.
 
"Miss Gabrielle, if you are ready our patrons would like to hear your stories." The girl said shyly. The bard looked to Xena for any objections.
 
The warrior arched an eyebrow and said: "By all means, 'please'... enchant us." Feeling defensive, the bard looked for signs of sarcasm and found none. Only a warm smile from the normally stoic warrior. With a pretty blush warming her cheeks she got up from the table and followed the serving girl to the stage.
 
The 'stage' was actually little more than a chair that had been set up on a few wooden crates. But it was enough. Gabrielle sat up in the chair, folded her hands in her lap, and began to speak. Within moments the only sound that was heard was the sound of Gabrielle's voice. She had captured the entire room. Once again, the warrior shook her head and thought to herself: "Gods, she's good!"
 
Xena sat quietly sipping her port and listening to the bard spin her tale, when she spotted a familiar face pop out from the kitchen behind the bar. It was Hercules, with a quick glance to insure that he was unseen by the bard, he signaled to Xena to join him outside. Xena gave a slight nod of her head and rose from the table. She saw Gabrielle's inquiring gaze and mouthed "Argo". Leading the young woman to think that she was going to check on the great horse. Gabrielle gave her a wink and turned her attention back to the patrons.
Xena walked out of the inn and scanned the dimly lit streets before settling her gaze on the muscular blonde demi-god standing by Argo. She approached her friend and surprised him with a quick embrace and peck on the cheek. Hercules smiled at her boyishly and asked: "Not that I mind even a little bit, but what was that for?" "Just saying Thank You." She said quietly "both for what you have done in coming here, and for what you will do when you leave." Hercules placed his hand on her shoulder and told her: "Hey...it's no problem. Gabrielle is my friend too. I think this is really great...especially what you are doing. Gabrielle is really lucky, because I can't think of anybody else that you would do this for." The Demi-god said with a wry smile. Xena looked down at the ground for a long moment, then spoke in almost a whisper; I'm the one who's lucky. She is the kindest, bravest, most courageous, and loyal friend I have ever known. She fights for what's right not because she has to, but because she wants to. She is a Hero in every sense of the word.... And she doesn't know it. I know it, but I never told her...this is my way of doing so."
 
Hercules looked in the warrior's eyes for a long moment, then bent down and kissed her on the cheek. "You're both lucky." He smiled. "The arrangements for the messenger have been made..I'll see you in Amphipolis. With that, the Demi-god mounted his horse and rode off.
 
Xena strode back into the tavern and sat back down at their table as Gabrielle was finishing her tale of The Seven Labors of Hercules. She then launched into the story of how Xena rescued Hades' sister from King Sissyphus. When she finished the tale nearly a full candlemark later, she left the stage accompanied by resounding applause. She returned to the table and plopped down wearily.
 
"If I didn't know better, I would swear you're tired." Xena quipped with a grin.
 
"Boy, nothing gets by you does it?" The bard shot back sarcastically. Then in a more serious vein she said: "We did good though, I made some good tips and instead of a discount, we get the room free tonight. I think they liked me."
 
"Of course," Xena said confidently. "What's not to like? You are a good storyteller."
 
"I'm okay, I guess." Gabrielle shifted uncomfortably.
 
"No" the warrior said, placing a hand on the young blonde's. "You are good...at storytelling...and so much more." Xena watched a myriad of emotions play on the expressive young face before she murmured, "I wish I could believe you." As she removed her hand from under Xena's. "I'm tired, I think I'll turn in." She said as she got up abruptly and headed to their room. Leaving the warrior looking after her, once again muttering "Soon."
 
The two friends spent the next morning wandering through town and browsing through the shops. With no mention of last night, even though it was never far from their minds.
 
"So when is Argo's new bridle supposed to be ready?" Gabrielle inquired between mouthfuls of sticky sweet baclava. The warrior fixed her with a mischievous grin. "Oh probably by the time you have made your way through every one of these food vendors." She quipped as she stabbed a finger in the pastry that the bard was holding and swiped the gooey remnants that clung to her finger on the young woman's nose, then took off running. "Oh, you're going to pay for that princess." The strawberry blonde growled as she dropped the pastry and sprinted after the laughing warrior.
 
Xena dodged and weaved her way through several startled vendors and patrons before she ducked into an alley. She peeked around the corner looking for her pursuer, when she didn't see the blonde head after a couple of moments of scanning the crowd, she grinned smugly and turned to continue down the alley. Without warning, she found her knees being taken out from under her as she went down face first into the dusty street. She flipped over just in time in time for the avenging blonde to pounce on her and dig her claws into some very ticklish ribs. Passersby were not quite sure what to make of the two women tussling and giggling on the ground...and they were quite sure they didn't want to find out.
 
"Aaagghh, I give! I give!" Xena choked through guffaws. Gabrielle was sure Xena was letting her win but she took full advantage of it anyway. "Are you going to behave yourself and stop making fun of me?" The bard mock growled from her perch on top of the warrior. "Probably not," Xena replied grinning. "But you wouldn't have it any other way. Now let me up before these poor people think we've totally lost our minds." The bard grudgingly complied, rising and hauling the warrior up with her. "Humph! I don't know about that." the little blonde huffed as she picked up her staff and dusted herself off. Trying to sound stern and failing miserably as she looked at her widely grinning friend. "Let's go badass." She smirked.
 
Both women had been up one side of Thracia and down the other. Xena was trying to kill time, waiting for the 'messenger' that would prompt the next phase of her plan. But there had been no sign of him or her and Xena was starting to worry.
 
"XENA" A shout heard from behind them caused both women to spin around, sword drawn and staff raised. The shouter skidded to a stop, both hands raised. "Whoa! I mean no harm...I am Cletus from Amphipolis and I bring a message to the warrior princess." The women looked at each other, and back to Cletus. He was merely a boy of no more than sixteen summers. Sandy blonde hair and a smooth face, now flushed from running hard. Deciding that he was no threat, both women relaxed their stance. "Well you've found the warrior princess." Gabrielle stepped up. "What is your message?" The bard asked.
 
Cletus nodded to the bard, but addressed Xena. "Xena, your mother sent me. A group of soldiers stopped at her tavern several nights ago. They got drunk and very rowdy, and before too long a fight broke out. They tore up your mother's tavern pretty badly...and before you ask, your mother is all right, she just got pushed around a little bit. But she could use your presence right now and a little help in putting the place back together, so she sent me to look for you." Xena looked to Gabrielle. The question in her eyes. "What are we waiting for? The bard said, concern etched in her features as she turned and headed for the inn to get their belongings. The bard never saw the conspiratorial smiles that passed between the warrior and the boy before Xena turned to follow her.
 

 
CHAPTER SIX
 
The trip to Amphipolis was taking too long for Gabrielle's liking. A trip that would normally take two and a half days was nearing its fourth day. Of course, it would have been quicker if they both were riding, but the bard didn't care too much for being up on the great horse for any length of time. So she did her best to keep up a brisk pace. Stopping only when necessary, and starting again early. Gabrielle was concerned for Cyrene and the sooner they got to Amphipolis the better. It puzzled the bard that she seemed to be the one pushing the pace instead of Xena, but she attributed it to the warrior's stoicism and refusal to give in to panic.
 
She couldn't have been further from the truth.
 
Xena was, plainly and simply, killing time. They weren't due to arrive in Amphipolis until tomorrow night, and Xena was making sure that they kept to that schedule. Of course, it didn't help that Gabrielle was pushing the pace...she was worried about Cyrene, bless her heart, but Xena couldn't let the young woman hasten their arrival. So she created little delays throughout the trip, nothing drastic...just little things like wrong turns and longer trails instead of shortcuts, all the while keeping the bard occupied telling stories or quizzing her on different plants and herbs so she wouldn't notice what the warrior was doing.
 
"You're not serious!?"
 
"Actually, I am."
 
"Xena," The little blonde complained. "There's still a good candlemark of daylight left. We can cover a lot more ground tonight and won't have that far to go tomorrow." The warrior had decided to stop for the night, and Gabrielle wasn't too happy about it.
 
"Gabrielle," she explained. "This is the last decent clearing between here and Amphipolis, there is a lake just beyond those trees where we can wash up...there's plenty of game in this area, and it's nice level ground for sleeping. We won't find that further down the road."
 
Gabrielle knew that these were all good arguments for stopping, but she was still anxious and wanted to get closer to town. Xena could read the concern and hesitancy on the little bards face and it warmed her to know that Gabrielle would care so much for someone she didn't even know that well. She stepped close to the young woman and placed gentle hands on her shoulders. "I know you're worried," Xena said softly. "But Cletus assured me that mom's alright. We'll leave first thing in the morning and, if you want, won't stop until we get there. I promise." Gabrielle looked up into sincere blue eyes...and relented. "I'll gather the wood." She sighed smiling.
 
As Xena promised, the women were packed and ready to leave at dawn. They traveled throughout the day, stopping only once for a brief lunch of jerked meat and cheese, before they continued their journey. The warrior had begun to experience a curious mix of anxiety, anticipation, and out and out butterflies. She was delighted that things had gone so smoothly, but she worried that something may yet go wrong that will spoil everything. "Gods! I never worried this much before a battle...any battle." She mused to herself. "Geez, I'm getting feeble."
 
They glimpsed the lights of the town just as Apollo's chariot disappeared from the sky, and Gabrielle, who had contented herself with telling stories for most of the day, grew quiet and quickend her pace. She was clearly anxious to see Cyrene and reassure herself that all was well with the innkeeper. Those at the Inn knew they were coming. The furtive movements Xena glimpsed on the way in told her that lookouts had been posted to provide warning. "This is going to work." The warrior thought to herself. It was full dark when the women arrived at the inn.
 
"Xena, there are no lights on in there." The bard observed, somewhat worriedly as the warrior dismounted.
 
"Relax, Mother probably just closes early until the place is fully restored. Now come on, let's go find her so you can relax." The warrior chided her friend.
 
As was her custom, Xena opened the door and strode in first. It was hauntingly quiet inside. A single candle that sat upon the bar provided the only light in the dark tavern. It was just enough to cast a faint orange glow in the center of the room, making the once cozy, crowded room look abandoned. Gabrielle entered the room hesitantly. She was leery of the dark and quiet surroundings. She walked up behind the warrior. "Geez, Xena....." Her words cut short as flints sparked from all around them, and torches exploded into brilliant amber light.
 
"SURPRISE!!!"
 
Gabriell yelped and very nearly cleared the chair she was standing next to as she jumped and spun with her staff at the ready, prepared to do battle, until she recognized one of her 'attackers'.
 
"Mother??"
 
Hecuba ran and threw her arms around her thoroughly stunned daughter. "Happy Birthday, my darling daughter." the older woman gushed through happy tears. Gabrielle hardly drew a breath before two more pairs of arms belonging to Herodotus and Lila wrapped around the stunned bard. Overcoming her shock, the little blonde happily returned the hugs. After a long emotional moment, the trio let go of the trembling bard so that others present could greet her. Gabrielle could only gape as she took in the other faces around her. Hercules, Iolaus, Ephiny, Eponin, Solari, Autolicus, Cyrene, and Toris all took turns greeting and hugging her. Somewhere in the middle of all the greetings and happy chatter, Gabrielle looked for and found her friend. Xena stood with her back to the bar, elbows resting on the counter. Their eyes met, and Gabrielle's breath caught at the warmth and affection she saw in the warrior's gaze. She saw the warrior mouth the words Happy Birthday just before she was swept away to a table to partake of the birthday feast that was prepared for her.
 
Many candlemarks passed with everybody trading stories, laughing and chattering. Xena alternated between joining with the celebrants and retreating to a quiet corner of the kitchen. She was still uncomfortable in crowds, and even though these were friends and family, she still needed a break. Gabrielle understood this and didn't mind her friends' brief disappearances. It was during one of these breaks that Xena herself received a surprise gift. She was standing by the kitchen door, enjoying the quiet and savoring the evening breeze that caressed her face. She heard someone enter the kitchen and walk up behind her. Thinking it was Cyrene, she turned smiled and turned?only to have her smile freeze as she stood face to face with Hecuba. Xena knew how Gabrielle's family felt about her, and in spite of the festive atmosphere in the other room, she was prepared for a verbal assault.
 
"Xena," the older woman began, her face a stoic mask. When you first entered into our lives I experienced two very strong reactions to you in one day. I was overjoyed and very grateful that you saved our daughters from those slavers. And then when I found that Gabrielle had followed you, I was heartbroken and I hated you. Because I knew in my heart that you would only use her, hurt her, and when you grew tired of her, you would abandon her." Xena's eyes narrowed, but she kept her silence as the older woman continued. "I could not believe that 'The Warrior Princess' could be any other way. I'll be honest, when I got your note, I was prepared not to come?but Ephiny convinced me."
Xena noticed a warm smile stealing over the woman's face before she went on. "And I'm glad that she did. I have watched you all this evening, and I have seen for myself the warmth and affection that you have for my daughter. I know now that my fears were unfounded. Gabrielle is whole, healthy, and above all, happy. I know now that you have taken good care of her and will continue to do so. Thank you, Xena." And with that, the older woman reached up and planted a light kiss on a stunned warrior's cheek, and then bustled out of the kitchen. "Well I'll be damned!" The warrior thought to herself. Any other thoughts were interrupted as Iolaus popped his head in the door. "Hey Xena?you ready?" "As ready as I'll ever be." She said as she headed back to the party.
 
Xena walked out of the kitchen, stopping briefly to pull something from her saddlebag strode over to the large table that the celebrants were sitting at. Cyrene looked up as her daughter approached.
 
"It's about time you came back out." Cyrene chided. "I was ready to send Hercules in there to carry you out." Xena shot her mother 'the look', then just grinned sheepishly.
 
"That would have been an interesting sight." Hecuba chimed with a mischief twinkle in her eye, causing the warrior princess and the Demi-god to blush hotly before Gabrielle protested. "Mother...Behave!" Hecuba and Cyrene just exchanged amused grins.
 
"Xena," Hercules piped up, giving the warrior princess his most charming smile. "We've been sitting here entertaining each other all evening...and, so far, you've been lucky. Well, not any more...time to pay your dues princess." The Demi-god proclaimed. Gabrielle stopped right in the middle of reaching for her cider and cast him a look that clearly asked if he was insane. "Oh?" Xena replied demurely. "And what would you have me do?" The handsome blonde pondered for a moment, before his face lit up. "I know!" He proclaimed. "You can sing a song for us." Gabrielle grinned evilly as she brought her drink to her lips. "As if!" She thought to herself. "Xena doesn't perf...." The bard nearly choked on her drink as she heard Xena reply: "As you wish."
 
Gabrielle sat gaping as the warrior sauntered past her, laying the leather pouch that she got from Parmon on the table in front of the bard. Xena walked up to the bar and sat on the barstool that Solari had placed there for her. She looked at Gabrielle, who was still gaping, and with an amused grin she purred: "Gabrielle, your mouth is open." The bard blushed and closed her mouth. "Open the pouch Gabrielle." The warrior instructed.
 
The blonde shook off her shock and opened the pouch; she pulled out the contents and gasped. Tears welled in her green eyes as she choked "Ohh Xena." She held up the gold necklace. Hanging from the chain was a perfect miniature replica of Xena's Chakram, and crossing the middle lay equally perfect replicas' of a quill and an amazon staff. Symbols of the warrior, the bard and the amazon queen. "I hope you like it." Xena said warmly.
 
She then turned her attention back to her 'audience'. I'm no bard she quipped with a wink, so don't expect much." That earned her some hearty laughs before the room quieted down in anticipation.
 
"I sing of a very special person in this room...a young woman with more courage and heart than any ten warriors that I've ever seen. The sad part is...she doesn't know just how extraordinary she is. The amazons know...for they have made her their queen. The son of Zeus knows...for she has fought at his side. The warrior princess knows...for she has saved my life, and saved my soul more times than I can say. And tonight she will know. Tonight, Gabrielle, you will believe." And Xena began to sing.
 
"It must have been cold there in my shadow.
To never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine,
You always walked a step behind.
 

 
I was the one with all the glory,
While you are the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name,
I never once heard you complain.
 
Did you ever know that you're my hero,
You're everything I would like to be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings."
 
Gabrielle sat transfixed. The heartfelt words and the golden voice of the warrior washed over her and made her heart pound. Xena had never, would never do this for anyone. And yet, here she was. Singing for Gabrielle, and to her.
 

"It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
But I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth,
I would be nothing without you.
 
Did you ever know that you're my hero,
You're everything I would like to be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings.
 
Did I ever tell you you're my hero,
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Ohhh, and I?I can fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings.
 
Fly?Fly?so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you?Thank you?Thank Gods for you
The wind beneath my wings.
 

When Xena finished, she addressed Gabrielle, struggling and failing to control the emotion in her voice: "Happy Birthday Gabrielle. My best friend?My bard?My Amazon queen?My heart.
 
The room was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Gabrielle couldn't speak even if she wanted to. Hot tears burned her throat and flowed down her cheek. Then, she rose from her chair, took a step, paused, and then virtually flew into the warrior's open arms. The room then broke out in applause and cheers.
 
Hercules, Iolaus, Ephiny, Solari, and Eponin decided that the smoke in the room was making their eyes water, so they made a hasty exit outside.
 
Hecuba, Herodotus, and Lila sat tearfully smiling and holding hands. They had realized that they had severely underestimated Gabrielle. To their eternal chagrin, it was the warrior princess that made them see it. They would leave this tavern with a new and deep respect for the young bard, and a new understanding of the warrior princess.
 
Cyrene was never more proud of her daughter than she was at this moment. Not only was she finally giving the long neglected bard her due, but she also gave everyone in the room a rare and brief glimpse of her loving heart. A heart that she zealously kept hidden since before she was a teen
 
Xena held the trembling bard fiercely. "Now do you believe, my bard? Will you always believe?" She whispered into the honey blonde hair.
 
"Oh yes." The bard exulted. "I'll always believe?and I'll never forget this night?or you. I love you Xena."
 
"I love you Gabrielle."
 

END
 
07/23/98