Small clusters of spectators mingled in the walkway between the rows of benches, their whispered conversation filled the courtroom with a steady hum. Less then two strides from Xena’s chair stood several young soldiers huddled close together. One was relaying a rather colorful joke about a barmaid much to his compainon’s delight. With perfect timing the young man delievered a rather rauncy punch line, which sent his comrades into howling fits of laughter. Normally, such a joke would have brought an amused grin to the Warrior’s stoic features. However, at the moment the Warrior had no interest in jokes, instead her attention was drawn to the empty seat where a bard should have been. Adding to her growning concerns were the many vacant seats surrounding
Gabrielle’s chosen spot. When the Bard had not returned during the break the Warrior had grown concerned, but as time for the trial to begin draw near concern was turning to despair. She was seriously considering overpowering the guards and going to look for the younger woman, when Phineas arrived. “Where have you been?” growled the Warrior with more anger than she had intented.
Taken back by the hostile reception, Phineas stammered. “I...I was interviewing witnesses. Why?”
“I wanted to speak with you.” replied the Warrior
“Well,” answered the small man in a defensive tone. “I’m here now. What’s the problem?”
“Gabrielle is missing.”
“Missing?” repeated Phineas hoping the sarcasm he felt was not noticable. “I’m sure she is not missing. She’s probably at the tavern. Your just being over dramtic.” dismissing the issue he turned his attention to removing several scrolls from a large leather pouch.
Biting back a curse Xena fought the urge to grab the little man by the throat and shake till his eyes rolled. “She is not at the tavern” answered the Warrior through clenched teeth. “and she never came by the jail during the break.”
“Xena,” began the Advocate, this time making no attempt to hide his impatience with the issue. “Just because she didn’t visit you doesn’t mean she’s missing. I’m sure...
“Kirilus did pay me a visit during the break.” she announced.
“Who is Kirilus?” asked the small man, clearly confused by the unfamiliar name.
“He’s a warlord I defeated.” explained the Warrior, trying to remain patience. “He’s also responsible for arranging this little party.”
“You mean the trial?” feeling the hairs on the back of his neck start to raise, Phineas forced the warning away. “Why would he do that?”
“Revenge.” replied the Warrior simply. “I defeated him in combat and took his army. Now he wants to get even. Before he left the jail he threatened to hurt someone close to me.”
“Xena I’m sure it was just a threat, how could he possibly....”
“It wasn’t just a threat.” declared the Warrior, cutting him off. “I think he’s done something to Gabrielle.”
“Xena, just because she’s late doesn’t mean anything has happened to her. I’m sure there is a logical explaination for her absence.”
“Perhaps.” began the Warrior. “But she’s not the only one missing. Most of our friends and family are absent as well. Including her sister and my mother.”
Once more Phineas felt his neck hair tingle, this time he did not argue with the warning sign. “We’ll get some answers.” he assured the woman warrior. Motioning toward the rear of the room he waited for a young man to make his way through the crowd.
“Yes, Adovcate?” asked the young man as he stopped before the older man.
Leaning forward Phineas whispered instructions into the man’s ear. As the adovcate spoke the younger man nodded understandingly. As he finished Phineas straightened to face the man. “Do you understand what I want?”
“Yes, Adovcate.” answered the man. “I’ll see to it right away.”
“Good.” replied Phineas. “Now go.”
Nodding slightly the youth raced through the crowd disappearing out the door.
Taking the seat next to his charge Phineas smiled. “That was Dorios, he’s one of my assistance. He’ll find out what’s going on.”
Xena nodded understandingly. Turning to face the empty seat she felt her heart sink. ‘Where are you, Gabrielle?’ she questioned silently. The baliffe’s call for attention drew her thoughts to the situation at hand.
Witnesses began the steady parade to and from the stand. Xena paid little heed to the testimony being offered, her interest centered more in the present than the past. Testimony continued for nearly two candlemarks and still Dorios had not returned. More than once the Warrior caught herself glancing at the empty seats where her family and friends should
have been. As she searched the crowd a familiar face appeared.
Salmoneus looked up to find cold blue eyes fixed upon him. Realizing the Warrior was trying to gain his attention he watched carefully as she mouthed Gabrielle’s name and pointed toward the empty seat. Understanding the question he shrugged helplessly indicating he did not know the Bard’s whereabouts. Unable to hide her frustration the Warrior turned away.
Fighting to control the growing knot in her stomach, Xena attempted to focus on the current witness. Prince Arganon was telling of his encounter with the Warrior Princess. How when he offered her a bag of gold as payment she had refused it. Instead instructing him to give it to the poor in the streets. Once the gold was gone she had agreed to rescue his love
from kidnappers.
Allowing her thoughts to wander back to their first meeting, a hint of a smile played on the Warrior’s lips. Arganon was so young and naive then, merely a boy with a title and a sword. Studying the young prince, Xena realized he was no longer the impulsive young man who had approached her in a bar with a bag of gold. ‘He’s grown up well.’ decided the Warrior.
Once Demos finished his questions Arganon’s place was filled by Princess Jana. Xena noted Arganon was not the only one who had matured in the last few years. At Phineas’s request Jana told of her kidnapping by Mezentius and Xena’s daring rescue. Once the story was complete Phineas excused himself from the floor, allowing Demos to take his place.
“Who killed Mezentius?” demanded Demos as he approached the Princess, not bothering with even a polite greeting.
“Wh..what?” stammered Jana taken back by the man’s blunt tone.
“Who killed Mezentius?” repeated the Prosecutor.
Jana hesitated for a moment. “Xena did.”
“Xena killed Mezentius.” repeated Demos as he slowly moved around the room. “Was it in self defense?”
“Well...well yes...” answered Jana.
“So Mezentius attacked her with a sword and she killed him?”
“No. He was armed with a bow.” replied the Princess.
“Oh, so he was threatening her with the bow when she killed.”
“Well, not exactly”. began Jana.
“Was he armed or not.” asked Demos
“Yes, he was armed. I mean he had a bow.” quickly she added. “He was trying to kill me.”
“I see.” said the Prosecutor. “So she stopped him from firing an arrow at you?”
“No. Mezentius did fire an arrow.”
“And Xena stopped it.” declared Demos.
“No Marcus stopped it.” corrected Jana.
“Marcus?” frowned the man. “Who is Marcus?”
“He was a friend of Xena. When Mezentius fired the arrow Marcus used his body as a shield to stop it.” regret filled the Princess’s voice. “He died trying to save me.” Stealing a quick glance at the Warrior, Jana found the woman staring straight ahead her face an unreadable mask.
“Tell us Princess,” Demos began as he turned to slowly walk toward the crowd. “what did Xena do when ‘her friend’ fell to the arrow?”
“She...” hestiating for a moment. “She killed Mezentius.”
“Was Mezentius threatening her with the bow at the time?” demanded Demos. “Did he have another arrow or a drawn sword?”
Swallowing hard Jana searched for an answer other than the one she knew. Unable to find one she turned apologetically to the Warrior. “No.” she answered softly.
“What?” Demos nearly shouted as he moved toward her. “Would you repeat that for the court to hear?”
“I said, ‘No’.” answered Jana forcing back tears which threatened to spill forth as she continued. “Mezentius was not threatening her with the bow or a sword.”
“Would you please tell the court how Xena killed him?” asked Demos
Growing visibly pale, Jana answered in a voice heavy with regret. “She...she struck him in the throat with her chakram.” Once more the Princess’s eyes sought forgiveness from the Warrior. As the crowd’s reaction filled the courtroom with a low murmur.
“So she slit the throat of an unarmed man in a fit of rage.” stated the Prosecutor in a matter of fact tone.
“No!” screamed the Princess. “He would have killed both of us if he had the chance and he did kill Marcus.”
“You said Xena killed him for killing Marcus.” a smile played on his lips. “So she killed him in revenge for killing her friend.”
Despair robbed the Princess of her voice, as she abandoned all hope of finding a suitable reply to the Prosecutor’s statement. Allowing her chin to drop to her chest she sat without attempting to answer.
Satifisted, Demos turned to Alerios. “No further questions your Honor.”
“You may step down.” Alerios informed Jana.
Dejectedly Jana rose from her chair, reaching the Warrior she stopped. “I’m sorry.” she whispered.
A gentleness reached the Warrior’s eyes. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”
Several more witnesses came and went before Xena heard a name she had not expected. Upon hearing his name Salmoneus rose and approached the witness stand. Slipping into the chair he cast an uncertain smile and shrug Xena’s way, to which the Warrior responded with a crooked grin.
Confidently Phineas approached his witness. “Greetings sir. For the benefit of the court would you please state your name.”
“Certainly,” replied the Trader with his most charming smile. “I’m Salmoneus.”
“Salmoneus how long have you know the defendent?”
“About five seasons.”
“So you met her about the same time Hercules did?” questioned Phineas
“Shortly after he did actually.”
“Was she still a warlord?”
“Yes.”
“Were the two of you business associates?” asked the Advocate.
“No. We...that is I was in a village her army was raiding. Just a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong.” laughed the man sheepishly.
“You were in the village. Why did Xena spare your life?”
“I..I’m not sure.” turning to the Warrior for an answer he amazed at the fondness in the blue eyes staring back at him.‘You make me laugh.’ rang the Warrior’s words in his memory. Allowing himself a smile, Salmoneus answered. “Xena’s actions are her own. I don’t claim to understand them.”
“Why did Xena leave her army?” questioned the Advocate.
“Well, actually her army left her.”
“Please explain.”
“Well,” began Salmoneous shifting uncomfortably. “one of her lieutenants, a fellow name Darphus. He wasn’t happy with the way Xena was running things so he talked several others into helping him overthrow her.”
“Why would an army with a leader as successful as Xena suddently turn on her?” asked Phineas.
“Darphus felt Xena was to ‘soft’. She refused to allow her men to kill women and children during raids. He believed the only way to complete victory was to kill everyone. To make examples of them to the next village. Besides, I don’t think he liked taking orders from a woman.”
“I take it Xena did not share his option about completely destroying the villages?”
“No.”
“What happened when Darphus took over?”
“He removed Xena as leader of the army and forced her to... ‘leave’.” Brutual images of Xena’s ‘leaving’ flashed through the trader’s mind, sending a slight shiver down his spine.
“They forced her to leave.” repeated the Advocate. “How could they just make her leave?”
“Let’s just say they were very persuasive.” offered Salmoneus with a weak smile. Another shiver ran down his spine as he remembed Xena’s bruised and bloodied body crawling to the end of the Gauntlet.
“From what we have heard here the last few days, it was a standing order for Xena’s army not to kill women and children. Why would her troops suddenly question this?”
“While Xena was away scouting the area. Darphus raided a small village burning it to the ground. He ordered everyone killed. Xena and I arrived just as Darphus found the only survivor, a baby who’s mother had hidden it. Darphus ordered the child killed but Xena intervened, she refused to allow
anyone to harm the child. Darphus saw this as a sign of weakness and acted on it.”
Phineas asked several more questions about the raid and Xena’s forced retirement as leader. Than he excused himself from the floor.
“That was quite a story.” said Demos as he approached the witness stand. “Too bad that’s all it is. Do you really expect any of us to believe such a tale?”
“It’s all true.” answered Salmoneus defensively.
“All true.” laughed the Prosecutor mockingly. “ You expect us to believe a group of soldiers would turn on one of the most successful generals to ever lead an army, simply because she spared the life of a child?”
“Daphne was greedy, the child gave him an excuse to challenge, Xena.”
“Oh, I have no doubt Daphne was greedy.” agreed Demos. “The question is how greedy are you?”
A frown creased the Trader’s forehead. “What are you talking about?”
“Tell me,” began Demos ignoring the question. “What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a businessman.” annouced Salmoneus proudly. “And a very good one, I might add.”
“I’m sure you think you are.” replied the Prosecutor with a hint of sarcasm. “What type of a business do you own?”
“Well, I don’t actually own a business, not at the moment. I provide people with what they need.”
“So your a merchant?”
“In a matter of speaking.”
“Either you are or you aren’t. Which is it?” demanded the Prosecutor.
“Well I do sell things, but sometimes I sell services. I try to provide people with what they want and need.”
“Isn’t that exactly what your doing now?” asked Demos.
“What do you mean?”
“Aren’t you providing the Advocate a service right now?”
Eyeing the Prosecutor suspiciously, the frown on Salmonues’s face grew deeper. “I’m afraid I don’t follow you.”
“Let me make it simple for you.” smirked Demos. “How much is the Advocate paying you for your testmony here today?”
“Wh...what?” stammered Salmoneus over the low rumble from the crowd.
“Objection, Your Honor!” cried Phineas jumping to his feet. “Counsel is trying to mislead the court.
“Your Honor.” cooed Demos. “I’m merely trying to establish the credibility or lack there of, of this witness.” turning to the crowd for effect. “After all it is a well known fact he is little more than a swindler, a common thief.” Another low rumble greeted the
Prosecutor’s statement.
“I am not a thief.” declared Salmoneus in his own defense. “A swindler maybe, but not a thief.”
Ignoring Salmoneus’s protest Demos addressed the Judge. “Your Honor, this man is obviously an unreliable witness. I ask that his testimony be striken from the record.”
“Your Honor, I object!” shouted Phineas. “Counsel has no proof to back up his claims.”
For a moment both counselors and the witness battled for the Judge’s attention.
“Silence.” ordered Alerios with a solid strike of his gavel. Time seemed to stand still as he weighted his objects. “Procutor do you have any evidence to provide this man was paid for his testimony?”
“Well, no Your Honor, but...”
“Than I will allow his testimony to stand. Continue with questioning.”
“But Your Honor...” begged Demos.
“I have made my decision, Prosecutor.” annouced the Judge sharply. “Continue.”
Swallowing a curse Demos chocked out a reply. “No further questions.”
Easing back into his chair, Phineas allowed himself a smirk as Salmoneus was dismissed from the stand. As the Trader passed the Warrior he smiled meekly before returning to his seat.
Leaning toward Phineas, Xena whispered in his ear. “Where is Dorios? He should have been back by now?”
“Yes, he should have.” agreed the Advocate as his face slipped into a frown. “I’ll send...”
“Advocate,” Alerios cut Phineas off in midsentence. “Have you any other witnesses?”
Rising to his feet. “Yes, Your Honor I have one more.”
“Very well.” answered Alerios. “Continue.”
Turning to the rear of the room Phineas motioned to a young man who nodded before disappearing out the door. A moment later the door open and through it entered a slender figure wrapped in a hooded cloak. Even with the full length cloak there was little doubt the figure beneath
was female. Settling into the witness stand the woman waited patiently for Phineas to approach her.
“Greetings, dear lady.” said Phineas as he stopped before her. “Would you please remove your hood and annouce your name for the court?”
Without hestistion slender fingers moved to push back the hood. Revealing a lovely face encircled by dark curly hair. ‘How in Hades did Phineas find her?’ wondered the Warrior in disbelief.
Surpressing a laugh at the shocked look on the Warrior’s face, the woman offered her a friendly smile. Turning to the crowd she spoke in a clear, crisp voice. “I’m Helen of Troy.”
Excited chatter filled the courtroom. “Quiet!” demanded Alerios striking the gravel. Quickly, the room fell back into silence.
“Do you know the defendant?” asked Phineas.
“Yes,” answered Helen. “We’re old friends.”
“Did Xena come to Troy during the war?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know why she came to Troy?” questioned Phineas.
“She came because I asked her too.” answered Helen.
“I see.” replied Phineas. “And did you ask her to come to Troy to help fight the Greeks?”
“No. I wanted her to help me escape from the city. I thought if I left the war would end.”
“Did she or did she not offer her sword to Paris?” asked Phineas.
“She did.” a murmur in the crowd caused Helen to pause for a moment. “But, she only did it so he would not suspect the real reason for her arrival.”
“According to Deiphobus, Xena was quite sincere in her offer.”
Fire raged in Helen’s eyes at the mention of her brother-in-law. “Deiphobus,” she spat the name as if it were a curse. “is a lying, murdering scum. He stabbed his own brother to death so he could have me as his wife.”
Those gathered in the courtroom began to whisper excitedly at this lastest revelation. Phineas allowed them a moment before continuing. “How do you know this for certain?”
“I saw him do it.” answered Helen.
“Thank you for your time.” said Phineas with a smile. “No further questions your Honor.”
“Procutor have you any questions for this witness?” demanded Alerios.
“No, your Honor.” replied Demos looking visibly pale.
“Very well then, you may step down young woman.” annouced Alerios.
Helen rose and made her way to the table were Xena sat, stopping before the Warrior she offered a warm smile.
Returning the smile Xena asked. “Why are you here?”
“Just returning a favor.” answered Helen with a slight shrug. “Besides, you’d have done the same for me. Take care of yourself, Xena.”
“I will.” replied the Warrior as the former Queen of Troy retreated down the walkway.
Alerios booming voice caught the attention of all in the room. “This court is now adjourned till tomorrow morning.” A solid strike of the gavel enforcing his words.
“We need to work on our strategy for tomorrow.” annouced Phineas.
“No.” answered Xena. “First we need to find Gabrielle and the others.”
“Your going to wear a hole in the floor.” declared the Advocate flatly. For nearly half a candle mark he had watched the dark haired woman pace the length of her small confinement.
“Something’s wrong, Phineas.” replied the Warrior without breaking stride.
Sighing heavily Phineas rose to block her path. “Xena, I’m sure if something were wrong someone would have told us by now.”
A grunt of anger and frustration escaped the Warrior as she turned from the man. “Gabrielle would not have missed the trial, not unless something was wrong.” Moving to bars. “Seriously wrong.” Grasping them firmly. “I’ve got to get out of here and find her.”
“NO!” shouted Phineas leaping forward to grab her arm. Which he quickly released as she turned on him. “If you try to leave they’ll think it’s an escape attempt. You’ll ruin everything we’ve accomplished.”
“He’s right.” agreed a voice from outside the cell.
“Thank the Gods.” exclaimed Phineas with a wide gesture. “Hercules will you please talk some sense into this woman?”
Ignoring the Advocates plea, Xena turned to meet the large man. “What is going on?” she demanded. As he rested a massive hand atop hers their eyes locked, from the look in his warm eyes she knew she would not be pleased with what he had to say.
“Gabrielle has been hurt.” he said quietly.
The Warrior’s jaw tightened along with her grip on the bars. “How bad?” she asked in a strangely neutral voice.
“Bad.” quickly he added. “But, Hippocrates says she will live.” With relief he noticed the Warrior’s body visibly relax.
“What happened?”
“Your Mother was ambushed” watching the woman’s face pale at this news he hurried on. “and Gabrielle was injuried while trying to drive off the attackers.”
“Was Mother hurt?” whispered the Warrior fighting to keep the emotion from her voice.
“No,” answered the large man finally pleased to have some good news. “No, Cyrene is fine.”
Remembering to breath the Warrior slowly released the breath she had been holding. “How bad are Gabrielle’s wounds?”
“She was struck by an arrow in the side.” announced the large man, immediately regretting his answer as the Warrior bowed her head against the bars clenching her eyes shut.
Watching the Warrior struggle to remain in control Phineas lightly touched her arm. “I’m sure she’ll be fine.”
“Where is she?” asked Xena
“At a nearby tavern.” answered Hercules. “Princess Diane made arrangements for her and your Mother to stay there during the trial.”
Xena made a mental note to thank the Princess. “How can I see her?”
“You can’t.” Phineas informed her.
Frowning at the Advocate. “Maybe if you speak with the Judge. Tell him he has my word I won’t try to escape.”
“Xena,” began Phineas in a regretful tone. “There is no way in Tarusas he will allow it. Not after your earlier escape attempt.”
Anger took the Warrior. “I told you I did not try to escape.”
“I know and I believe you. Unfortunately the Judge has three members of the Royal Guard telling him you did. He won’t allow it.” With a heartfelt tone which surprised himself. “I’m sorry.”
Once more the Warrior began pacing her cell which suddenly seemed smaller. “There has to be a way.”
“Xena,” Hercules spoke softly. “Phineas is right. You have to stay here. Gabrielle is in good hands. You know we’ll do all we can for her.”
Facing him silently for a moment the Warrior nodded. “I know you will, but..”
“Foods here.” announced a cheerful male voice as it’s owner stepped into view.
Carrying a large tray Iolaus stopped before the cell door. As they waited for the guard to unlock the door, Xena realized the blond haired man was not alone. Meg stood slightly behind him most of her body and face concealed beneath a hooded cloak. Once the door was open Iolaus started to enter, only to be stopped by a hand upon his chest. “Not you, her.” declared the guard motioning toward Meg. Iolaus hesitated for a moment as if he would argue the point, then with a shrug turned and handed the tray to Meg. Quickly she entered the cell moving toward the cot with her delivery. Once the tray was safely on the cot the tall woman slipped back out the open door.
“I need to take care of something, but I’ll be back later.” announced Phineas as he followed the woman out of the cell. Xena nodded in response.
“I’ll be in touch.” Hercules assured her before turning to follow Phineas and the guard around the corner.
“You should eat before it gets cold.” suggested Meg.
Glancing at the tray Xena frowned. “I’m not hungry.”
“Not hungry!?” squealed the raven haired cook. “I worked hard on that meal and your just going to let it go to waste?”
A smile played at the corners of the Warrior’s mouth. “No, I won’t.” she promised.
“Xena,” began Iolaus in a low voice. “We have a plan.”
“What kind of a plan?” questioned the Warrior as her mood turned serious.
“A plan so you can visit Gabrielle.” announced Meg.
At the mention of the Bard’s name Xena felt her heartache. “How is she?”
“Weak and running a fever.” answered Iolaus. “She’s also upset about missing the second half of the trial today.”
“What?” asked the Warrior in disbelief. “Tell her not to worry about the trial. I’ll take care of that, she just needs to rest.”
“Hippocrates thinks it would be better if you told.”
Xena eyed Iolaus for a moment, than shook her head. “How?” grasping one of the iron bars. “Phineas doesn’t think the Judge will allow it.”
“He won’t. Princess Diana already tried.” answered the blond haired man in response to the Warrior’s questioning eyebrow.
Xena’s head bowed in defeat. “Then I guess I’m out of luck.”
“Don’t bet on it.” quipped Meg.
“I told you we have a plan.” Iolaus reminded her with a mischiefous grin.
“Okay what plan?” asked the Warrior
“Me.” chirped Meg.
“You?” replied the Warrior raising an eyebrow.
“I’ll open the door.” Iolaus explained. “then you and Meg can trade places. You visit Gabrielle, then you come back and switch back again.”
“That’s crazy.” scoffed the Warrior starting to turn away.
“Why?” questioned Meg.
“Well,” began the Warrior folding her arms across her chest. “first off we’d have to change clothes, then...” she paused in mid-sentence as Meg raised a hand to silence her.
Quickly she threw back the cloak, beneath it was an exact copy of Xena’s leathers complete with armbands and boots.
Disbelief at the sight before her took the Warrior’s voice.
“Well.” asked the cook. “What do you think?”
“Where did you get those?”
“You told me not to pretend to be you anytime soon.” allowing an impish grin. “You didn’t say never to do it again. So I figured I’d hang on to the outfit. Never know when it might come in handy.” winked the raven haired woman.
Xena tried not to think of the ‘handy’ ways Meg might use her armor. “Meg, thanks for the offer, but it’s to dangerous. If you were discovered they’d hang you.”
“I know the risk,” answered the woman standing a little straighter. “and I’m willing to take it.”
“I’m not.” answered the warrior, allowing a softness to enter her voice. “Not with your life.”
“Xena,” Iolaus said softly waiting for the Warrior to face him. “It would be better for Gabrielle if you saw her...and better for you.”
Concern for her friend fought with logic of what would happen if they were discovered. “You don’t have anyway to open the door.”
Iolaus reached inside his vest and with a broad smile produced a key. “Voila one key.”
“Where did you get that?” asked the Warrior making no attempt to hide her amazement.
“Your not the only one with skills.” answered the hunter with devilish grin.
The Warrior allowed herself a smile in response to the joke.
“Come on, Xena.” pleaded Meg. “We don’t have much time, the guard will be back soon.”
“Meg are you sure about this?”
“Positive, besides I owe the kid one.”
Concern won out. “Alright, let’s do it.”
“Yeah,” replied Iolaus. “We’ll be back later for the tray.”
The guard grunted in response.
Quickly they made their way down the crowded streets, with Iolaus leading the way. Xena watched cautiously from beneath the hood, taking in all of the sights and sounds of her surroundings. “The tavern isn’t much further.” Iolaus assured her. Xena nodded.
Traveling pass several more crowded streets Iolaus turned them towards a large two story stone building. As they entered the doorway he smiled at his companion. “See told you we’d make it without any trouble.”
If the tall cloaked figure replied it was too soft for the man in the alleyway to make out. He had followed the pair from the jail, being careful to stay to the shadows. Since he already had a good idea of where their were heading it had been simple to follow. Watching them disappear into the darkness of the tavern an evil grin crossed his face. “Got ya.” he whispered before turning to disappear into the crowd.
Quickly the pair made their way into the tavern, stopping just inside the doorway. “Wait here.” ordered Iolaus before heading toward the rear of the room.
Xena watched as he made his way through the crowded room to disappear through a doorway. Once he was gone her attention turned to the crowd. Most appeared to be travelers in town for the festival, a couple of soldiers near the far wall were enjoying a large meal, while a group of merchants on the opposite side of the room discussed trouble with shipping. In all nothing to be concerned about, yet the Warrior was concerned ever since leaving the jail she had felt as through she were being watched, but had not noticed anyone out of the ordinary.
In a moment Iolaus was back at her side. “This way.” taking her hand he led her to the door. Stepping through the doorway, Xena found herself in a smaller version of the main room. Once they were inside Iolaus closed and locked the door. “Your safe in here.”
Pushing back the hood, Xena surveyed the room. Several tables and chairs were placed about the room. Though this room was not crowded as the first it was not completely empty.
“You made it.” came a voice from the far side of the room. It’s owner moved to embrace the Warrior.
“Hello, Flora.” said the Warrior as she returned the embrace. As the smaller woman stepped back, a sly smile spread over the Warrior’s face. “I see you’ve been busy.” Motioning toward the younger woman’s bulging belly.
Chuckling slightly Flora patted her stomach. “Have to do something to stay warm on those cold nights.”
Before the Warrior could comment Dieomedes reached pass his wife to offer his hand. “Xena, it’s good to see you.”
Accepting the offered hand, Xena gripped it firmly. “And you Dieomedes. How are you?”
Releasing the Warrior’s hand he wrapped both arms around his wife hugging her tightly. “Free and happy, thanks to you.”
“You did the hard part. I was just there for moral support.”
“That’s not how Koulos was telling it.” answered Flora with a sad frown. “Xena I’m sorry. I never thought....”
“Hey, it’s not your fault.” assured the Warrior, raising a hand to quiet the younger woman. “It was my decision to get involved and I don’t regret it. Besides, I’ve caused myself enough trouble without any help. Don’t worry about it.”
Flora started to protest but, held the thought as her eyes meet Xena’s. Surrendering a smile she nodded slightly to the Warrior.
“Where is Mother, Gabrielle and Toris?”
“Toris, Meleager and Joxer are watching the jail in case the guards find out your missing.” Answered Iolaus.
“What?! And what do they plan to do if the guards find out?” asked the Warrior.”
“One of them will warn us and the other two will try to free Meg.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this before we left the jail?” demanded the Warrior.
“Because I was afraid you wouldn’t come.”
“You were right.”
“They wanted to help you.”
Hoping to way lay the brewing fight Flora attempted to change the subject. “Your Mother is up stairs with Gabrielle.” reaching for the Warrior’s hand. “I’ll take you to her.”
The Warrior did not protest as she lead them up a short flight of stairs and down a dimly lite hallway. Pausing before an unmarked door the smaller woman turned to the Warrior.
“I won’t be here when you leave so I’ll say my good byes now.”
“Where are you going?” asked Warrior.
“Princess Jana, Prince Argnonan and several of the others are going to the council and speak on your behalf.”
“Flora, I appreciate the effort but, your wasting your time. You won’t change their minds.”
“Maybe but we’ll never know unless we try.”
“No I guess not.” Without thinking the Warrior brushed a strand of hair out of the smaller woman’s face. “Your not the same little girl who use to tag along behind me.”
Flora smiled at the fondest in the older woman’s eyes as she spoke. Realizing it was a reflection of her own.
“And your not the same girl who use to tie ribbons in my hair and use me for a doll.” teased the younger woman.
A sad smile graced the Warrior’s face. “No, I’m not.”
To the young woman’s surprise the Warrior embraced her. “You take care of yourself.” she ordered.
“I will.” answered Flora. “Just promise me you’ll do the same.”
“Deal.” chuckled the Warrior.
“We’d better get you inside.” said Flora, brushing away a tear as she pulled away. She turned to the door and knocked softly before entering. As Flora entered the doorway she moved to one side allowing the Warrior a clear view of the room. The room was even darker than the hallway and it took a moment for the Warrior’s eyes to adjust. A small desk and chair sat beneath the room’s lone window and even in the dim light Xena could tell the bundle sitting atop it was Gabrielle’s bag. The Bard’s staff rested against the side of the desk. Allowing her eyes to sweep over the room she found Homer and Lila huddled near the fireplace tending to the small fire within. While Hippocrates and Cyrene sat on either side of a large bed which took up much of the room. All looked up to greet the new arrivals.
Cyrene rose from her place on the bed, eyeing them uncertainly. “Xena?”
“Yes, Mother.” answered the Warrior as she allowed a rare warm smile to grace her face. “It’s me.”
“Oh, Daughter.” she fell into the large woman’s arm.
Xena wrapped her arms around the small woman. As they held each other the older woman began to sob. “Mother, it’s alright.” assured the younger woman slowly stroking her hair. “Please don’t cry.”
A muffled laugh answered the Warrior’s plea. “It just feels so good to hold you.” Another muffled laugh and Cyrene pulled back slightly to gaze up into her daughter’s eyes. “Do you realize this is the first time in ages I’ve held you without bars or armor between us?”
Realizing the truth in her Mother’s words, Xena pulled her in close. Closing her eyes tightly to fight the tears threatening to slip through. Once she was certain they were contained she held Cyrene at arm length. “Are you all right? Hercules said you were attacked.”
“I’m fine.” answered Cyrene wiping away tears.
Xena felt her blood start to boil as she traced a fingertip along the blackest blue mark running down the older woman’s cheek.
Seeing the rage in her daughter’s eyes, Cyrene grasped the hand caressing her face. Forcing Xena to meet her gaze. “I’m fine.” she insisted. “Thanks to Gabrielle. She saved my life.”
At the mention of the Bard’s name the fire in the Warrior’s blood subsided to be replaced with concern. Seeing the change in her daughter’s mood, Cyrene stepped to one side and motioned toward the bed. “She needs you.”
Without a word the Warrior moved to the side of the bed and carefully lowered herself onto the edge.
“She’ll be all right.” said Hippocrates in response to the concern in her eyes. Smiling reassuringly he rose and moved to the foot of the bed.
“Gabrielle.” she called softly. Brushing back a stray strand of hair she was alarmed at how warm the Bard’s skin felt. “Gabrielle can you hear me?”
Slowly green eyes fluttered open. Desperately they tried to focus on the face before her. “Diana?” she whispered.
“Wrong Princess.” teased the Warrior
Forcing her eyes to focus. “Xena?”
“In the flesh.”
“How?”
“It’s a long story.” slowly the Warrior’s smile faded. “I can’t stay long.”
Closing her eyes Gabrielle nodded in understanding.
“How do you feel?”
“I’m okay.” replied the Bard weakly.
“Alright,” frowned the Warrior. “you’ve offered the friendly lie now tell me how you really feel.”
A grin tugged at the corners of the young woman’s mouth. “My side hurts and I feel chilly.”
“Your running a fever.” Turning to the small group near the foot of the bed. “Hippocrates is my medicine pouch around here?”
Jumping at the mention of his name Hippocrates took a quick step forward. “Your medicine pouch? Yes, yes it’s here.”
“Would you get it for me? Please.”
“Right away.” answered the young healer heading for the door.
“And a cup of hot water.” called Warrior to the retreating form.
“I’ll get it.” offered Lila. At a nod from the Warrior she followed Hippocrates.
“Is there anything I can do?” asked Homer.
“See if the innkeeper has any broth. If he does bring a bowl.” answered the Warrior. In reply to the small blond’s questioning look she added. “It will help some of the herbs go down better.”
Quickly the young man left the room.
“Now let’s take a look at that wound.” said Xena reaching for the blanket.
Gabrielle gripped it tightly refusing to let the Warrior pull it away. “I’m fine, really. Hippocrates did a great job cleaning and bandaging it.”
“I’m sure he did.” replied the Warrior tugging at the blanket once more. “But, I want to see it for myself.”
Reluctantly the Bard allowed the blanket to be removed.
Carefully Xena pulled back the bandage. Hippocrates had done a fine job cleaning and struturing the wound. But, the sight of it caused the Warrior’s jaw to tighten.
“Is something wrong?” asked the Bard seeing the Warrior’s concern.
Gently replacing the bandage. “No, no everything looks fine. Your right Hippocrates did a good job.”
“Well he had a good teacher.” grinned the Bard.
“Don’t try to butter me up.” answered the Warrior with a raised eyebrow. “I thought I taught ‘you’ to stop arrows with your staff, not your body.”
“Hey, you know me. Just had to try something different.”
“What were you thinking?” scowled the Warrior. “You could have gotten yourself killed.”
“Seemed like a good idea at the time.” weakly chuckled the Bard, hoping to lighten the mood.
“Gabrielle, I’m serious.”
“Xena.” Cyrene placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “If she had not stopped the arrow it would have killed me. She saved my life.”
“And Cyrene saved mine.”
Xena turned to the Bard with a questioning look.
Fighting the urge to laugh at the look she knew so well the young woman added. “After I was wounded she kept the creep from taking my head.”
Now it was Cyrene who received the raised eyebrow. “Your not the only one in this family who can swing a staff.” she teased in reply to her daughter’s unasked question.
The Warrior looked first at the Bard and then her Mother. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she dropped her head. “I...I’m sorry.”
“For what?” asked Gabrielle.
“For nearly getting both of you killed. If anything were to happen to either or you, I...”
“Xena.” Cyrene slipped her arm around broad shoulders. Cupping the younger woman’s chin she gently raised her face till their eyes met. “We’re fine, Daughter.”
A hand wrapped around the Warrior’s. Tilting her face downward her eyes locked with the bluish green ones staring back at her. “Cyrene is right, we’re fine. And this is not your fault. Your not responsible for every bad thing that happens.”
“You were attacked because your my family.”
“Yes, but you didn’t force them to attack us. They chose their own paths. Besides, if leading a safe, boring life means no longer being your family, I’ll take my chances.”
“Listen to her.” ordered Cyrene squeezing the broad shoulders.
“Well,” sighed the Warrior. “since I’m outnumbered and out maneuvered it would appear my only option is surrender.”
“Exactly.” agreed Cyrene.
With a weak laugh she leaned into her Mother’s embrace. Meeting the Bard’s gaze she squeezed the young woman’s hand affectionately, offering her friend the rarest treasure she owned, a warm loving smile.
Whispered thoughts and feelings passed among the three, as they shared the rare quiet moment.
Slowly the others returned with the requested items. As the Warrior tended to the Bard they laughed and joked with each other. Offering each other the strength they needed.
With the Warrior more at ease than she had been in days, the Bard started to wonder if the pass week had merely been a bad dream. One which would pass with the morning sun. A knock a the door shattered the Bard’s hopes.
All in the room grew strangely quiet as Lila open the door.
“Xena.” called Ephiny as she entered the room. “It’s time to go.”
“Gabrielle...” there was an apologetic tone to the Warrior’s voice.
“It’s okay.” interrupted the young Bard. “I’m okay.”
The Warrior gave the small hand a final little squeeze before raising to her feet. As an afterthought she leaned down and tucked the blanket up close to her friend. Still hovering over the small Bard she whispered teasingly. “Try to stay out of trouble.”
“Hum.” answered the Bard, crinkling her nose in mock offense.
Placing a gentle kiss on the blond’s forehead, the Warrior stood and turned to the door without looking back.
“Hippocrates.”
“Yes?” answered the Healer moving to her side.
“Give her some more of those herbs in another candle mark.” instructed the Warrior. “The fever should break soon.”
“Alright.” lowering his voice. “I’ll take good care of her. I promise.”
Placing a hand on his shoulder, the Warrior smiled sadly. “I’m counting on it.”
Releasing him she followed Ephiny into the hallway with Cyrene close behind.
“Mother, would you mind waiting for me downstairs? I need to speak with Ephiny a moment.”
Cyrene hesitated looking first from her daughter to the Amazon and back. “Alright.” she agreed reluctantly. “But, don’t be long.”
“I won’t.” promised the Warrior with her warmest smile.
As Cyrene disappeared down the hall, so did Xena’s smile. Once her mother was out of sight she turned on the waiting Amazon.
“What happened?” demanded the Warrior. “I thought you and your ‘Amazons’ were protecting her.”
“We were.” answered the Amazon meeting the Warrior’s angry gaze without flinching.
Taking a step toward the Amazon the Warrior’s voice took on a dangerous tone. “Then why is she laying in there with an arrow wound?”
“I assigned Maya to watch her. She tried to...”
“Where is she?” growled the Warrior.
“Dead.” hissed the Amazon through clenched teeth.
Taken back by the reply, the Warrior’s anger visibly drained away. “I’m sorry.”
“So am I.” replied Ephiny blinking back tears. “She was a friend. Believe me Xena, the last thing I wanted was for Gabrielle to be hurt.”
“I know. This isn’t your fault, it’s mine. She wouldn’t be here in the first place if it wasn’t for me.” grasping the Amazon’s shoulder. “Guess I’m just looking for someone to take it out on. I’m sorry for accusing you...and for Maya.”
Ephiny placed a hand on the Warrior’s forearm and squeezed it. “I understand. Now what?”
“Now I go back to the jail and wait for the trial to continue.”
“You know now might be a good time to consider other options.”
“No. I have to see this through.”
Dropping her eyes the Amazon nodded slightly.
“Come on.” urged the Warrior, slipping her arm around the Amazon’s shoulders. “Mother gets cranky when she has to wait.”
Ephiny laughed as she allowed the Warrior to lead her down the hallway.
Descending the stairs they were greeted by a small group.
Spying Diana and Philoman the Warrior nearly chuckled. “I hadn’t expected such a royal reception.”
“Xena.” Diana took the Warrior’s hands. “We have been worried about you.” The Princess’s sincerity touched a cord in the Warrior’s heart.
“I’m fine, Diana. Really.”
“If there is anything you need.” offered Philomon. “Anything, just let us know.”
“Thanks, but you’ve done enough already. I understand you made arrangements for Mother and Gabrielle to have a place to stay.”
“How did you know that?” asked Philomon in amazement.
Xena smiled slyly. “I have my ways.”
Diana squeezed the Warrior’s hands. “After all you have done for us it was the least we could do.”
“You didn’t have too.”
“Xena,” laughed Philmon in disbelief. “if it were not for you we would have no family. You saved my wife and my daughter. I would do anything for you.”
“Anything.” repeated Diana sincerely.
“Thank you.” whispered the Warrior past the lump in her throat. As she started to pull away Diana hugged her quickly. The Warrior did not resist.
“Xena.”
She looked to Iolaus, who stood near the door. “We have to go.”
With a nod of acknowledgment she moved to her Mother. Taking the older woman by the arms she stared deep into eyes which mirrored her own. “Mother I have to go.” guilt filled sky blue eyes. “I’m always having to go. Leaving you just...”
“Shhh.” Cyrene gently laid a finger against the younger woman’s lips. “It’s all right.”
Xena held the hand kissing it gently, before embracing her Mother. Placing her mouth close to her mother’s ear she whispered. “I love you.”
Small arms tightened their hold as her mother whispered back. “I love you, daughter.” They held each other a moment longer, before Xena pulled away. Placing a gentle kiss on the small woman’s forehead. “Be safe, Mother.” Not waiting for a reply she moved toward Iolaus. Before pulling the hood back into place she stole a quick glance at each of the faces gathered in the small room.
“Ready.” asked Iolaus.
“Yes.”
All watched silently as they slipped though the door. When they were out of sight and Ephiny had closed the door. Only then did Cyrene break down. Diana held the sobbing woman. “It will be all right.”
“If only I could believe that.” gasped Cyrene. “If only I could.”
“Come in.” called Thrasius in response to a knock at his office door. As the door creaked open the Lieutenant looked up to find a battle scarred man approaching his desk. “What can I do for you?” he asked.
“The question Lieutenant is what I can do for you.” replied the stranger.
Something about the man’s tone sent a shiver down Thrasius’s spine. The sneering smile the stranger offered did nothing to ease the soldier’s concern. “Alright,” answered the lieutenant leaning back in his chair. “What can you ‘do’ for me?”
“I can help you capture an escaped prisoner.” answered the man.
Thrasius straightened quickly. “Who?”
“Xena.”
Laughter greeted the stranger. “Friend I don’t know where you’ve been for the last few days but your behind on the local news. I’ve already captured Xena. She’s sitting in the jail now waiting for her trial to finish.” Picking up the scroll he had been reading earlier. “Thanks for your offer.”
Leaning forward on the desk the stranger lowered his head till he was level with Thrasius. ‘Who is this guy?’ wondered the Lieutenant as he felt his patience start to wear thin. “Look I don’t know who you are but...”
“I’m Kirilus.” answered the man. “And the woman you have locked up at the moment is not Xena.”
Thrasius felt a knot start to form in his stomach. “What are you talking about? Of course, she’s Xena, Witnesses have been identifying her for days now. Who else could she be?” scoffed the young officer.
“An impostor.” answered Kirilus. “Xena left the jail nearly two candle marks ago. In her place is one of her ‘friends’.”
Suddenly the knot in Thrasius’s stomach tightened. His mind flashed back to the two women he met the day of his return to Athens. Their resemblance to the warrior had been uncanny. But would either of them be foolish enough to try to take the warrior’s place so she could escape? “Strephon!”
Kirilus straightened to face the door as the Corporal entered.
“Yes sir?” answered the soldier.
“Has anyone been to visit Xena since she was returned to the cell?”
“Just her advocate and Hercules. Oh and Hercules’s little blond haired buddy. He and that cook brought her some food.” Stephon watched as his commanding officer’s face grew pale.
Raising from behind the desk, Thrasius reached for his sword. “Get several men and meet me outside.”
“Yes, sir. Is something wrong, sir?”
“We’ll know soon enough.” As he approached the door, he turned to Kirilus. “Care to join us?”
“It would be my pleasure.” answered the man as he started toward the door.
Trying to avoid eye contact with people on the street, Xena and Iolaus made their way toward the jail. “We should be able walk right in the front door.” assured Iolaus.
“Let’s hope so.” came a reply from beneath the hood.
As they turned a corner a strong hand shot out grabbing Iolaus’s arm, pulling him back against the stone wall.
“What the...” Out of reflex the small man struck out, only to have his blow easily deflected.
“Toris what are you doing?” asked the Warrior watching the men with her arms folded across her chest.
“Waiting for you?” releasing Iolaus he offered a hand to his younger sibling.
Ignoring the offered hand the Warrior grabbed him in a huge bear hug.
Returning the embrace he laughed. “It’s good to see you too.” Holding her a moment longer he finally pulled away. “How did things go, did you see Gabrielle?”
“Yes and Mother.”
“Good. I know she’ll be happy about that.”
“Where are the others?” asked Iolaus.
“Across the street.” motioning to the area with his head. “You were gone so long, we were beginning to think something had gone wrong.”
“My fault.” confessed the Warrior. “Stayed a little longer than I should have.”
“No harm done.” assured the tall dark haired man. “Everything has been quiet here.”
“Good.” she turned to Iolaus. “Ready to go in?”
“Xena.” Toris caught her arm. “Are you sure about this? I mean isn’t there another way?”
Placing a hand atop his. “Not this time.” With a playful wink she added. “It’ll be all right.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.” he teased with a lopsided grin. Releasing her he stepped aside.
“Come on, Iolaus. Let’s get back before Meg starts chasing the guards.” she started forward only to halt suddenly.
“What’s wrong?” asked Iolaus, noting the hardness in her face.
“That.”
Turning to the square it did not take long for Iolaus and Toris to locate the source of her concern. Several soldiers were approaching from the opposite side of the square. They were nearly running to keep pace with their Lieutenant. Who was charging ahead as if the Furies were on his trail.
“They know I’m gone.” sighed the Warrior.
“What? How?” questioned Iolaus
“Kirilus.” growled the Warrior. “He’s the one trying to run Thrasius over. We have to find another way in.”
“There isn’t one.” answered Toris. “I checked.”
“Great.” hissed the Warrior through clenched teeth. “Any suggestions?
“Maybe we could...”
“Look!” cried Iolaus pointing to the square.
Following his outstretched arm Xena and Toris were equally shocked by his discovery. Thrasius and his men were stopped in the center of the square. Their path blocked by a tall slender man in the most ridiculous warrior’s outfit any sane person had ever dared to wear.
“Joxer.” whispered the Warrior. “What is he doing?”
In answer to the Warrior’s question she heard the idiot's voice clearly.
“Halt!” ordered the young man. “I am Joxer the Mighty and this is my street. How dare you walk upon it.”
“Get out of the way fool.” ordered Thrasius, taking a step forward.
With a quick side step Joxer blocked his path once more. “Fool? Fool you dare call me. I’ll have you know I have battled warlords, bacchi and even the Gods. Defeating all with skill and wit.”
“Joxer the Mighty?” laughed Stephous. “More like Joxer the ridiculous. Stand aside before you get hurt.”
All eyes were on the Lieutenant and the obviously crazy man before him. None noticed as two forms slipped from shadow to shadow making their way to the jail entrance.
Reaching the jail’s outer wall Xena and Toris paused.
“You have the key?” asked Toris.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure I can’t talk you into leaving?”
Meeting his gaze with a sad grin. “I have to do this, Toris.”
Before he could pursue the issue further a shout from the street caught their attention.
Shouting a string of insults Joxer stepped back drawing his sword.
“Take him!” ordered Thrasius drawing his own weapon.
Before Joxer could react half a dozen soldier descended upon him. With brutal effiencent they beat him to the ground.
“Xena, wait.” Toris grabbed her arm, pulling her back. “Where do you think your going?”
“They’ll kill him.” she answered, trying to pull away.
Grabbing her by both arms. “Not as quickly as they’ll try to kill you if you go out there.”
Xena was ready to argue the point further when another figure came into view.
Reaching the soldiers Meleager began throwing them off the helpless man. He had removed almost half of them when Iolaus arrived to assist with the rest. At the bottom of the pile they found a battered Joxer, cowering on the ground.
Seeing his comrades so easily dispatched the jail guard rushed forward to offer his assistance.
With the doorway clear Toris pulled Xena towards it. When she made a move toward the street he pulled her close. “They’ve brought you a way in don’t waste it.”
Staring into his eyes she knew he was right. With a quick glance at the battle in the street she turned and ran through the doorway.
Toris watched her disappear down the corridor. “Good luck, little sister.” Then he slipped into the shadows.
Having rescued Joxer, Meleager and Iolaus took defensive positions over the wounded man.
“He won’t bother you anymore.” assured Iolaus. “Just leave him alone.”
“You two enjoy interfering in matters which are none of your concern, don’t you?” growled the Lieutenant.
“I’m sorry if our friend caused you any trouble.” answered Iolaus.
“He threatened an officer of the Royal Guard!” yelled Thrasius. “He must be punished.”
Stealing a glance at Joxer’s still cowering form, Meleager felt a pang of sympathy for the guy. “Listen he had a little to much to drink and beside he’s a little...you know.” making a small circular motion with a finger near the side of his head. “He’s not all there.”
“Well, if he’s a danger to the public maybe he should be locked up.” sneered Stephrous raising from the ground where Iolaus had knocked him.
“He’s not a danger,” replied Meleager suddenly feeling protective of the little fool. “at least not to anyone but himself. Besides, the beating your men just gave him is more than enough punishment.”
“Lieutenant.” said Kirlius growing impatience. “It’s obvious they are trying to delay us. We need to get inside.”
Studying the curled up figure at Meleager’s feet Thrasius nodded. “Alright, get him out of here. But I warn you the next one of you I have any trouble with will be sharing a cell with your friend, Xena. Understood!”
“Understood.” answered Meleager.
“Good.” turning to his men. “Let’s go.”
“Think we gave her enough time?” asked Iolaus as they watched the soldiers enter the jail.
“It will have to be.” replied Meleager. “Come on let’s get him out of here.”
Together they pulled Joxer to his feet.
“You know, Joxer.” began Iolaus. “That was either the bravest or the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen. Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.” answered Joxer. “See.” pulling away from supporting hands he took a step forward and promptly fell flat on his face.
Meleager and Iolaus exchanged shrugs, before grabbing the limp form by the arms and dragging him away from the center of the square.
“Open the door.” ordered Thrasius as he and the others rounded the corner.
“Yes, sir.” answered the guard hurrying to reach the door before the Lieutenant.
Before the door was completely open the young officer stormed into the cell.
“Is there a problem?” asked the dark haired woman lounging on the cot.
“On your feet.” growled the Lieutenant.
Slowly the woman rose and met him in the middle of the room.
“Did you really think you could get away with this?”
“With what?” asked the woman innocently.
“Don’t play games with me!” boomed the Lieutenant. “Which one are you anyway? That whiny Princess or her ditzy cook?”
The woman’s mouth drew into a tight light as she bit back a remark. “I don’t know what your talking about.”
“Enough games!” Thrasius’s face flushed blood red as he spoke. “Where is Xena?”
Blinking in amazement at the question the woman answered casually. “I’m right here.” Opening her arms in a wide gesture.
“There is one way to be certain your Xena and not an impostor.” Thrasius drew his dagger as he spoke. As he approached the woman she forced herself to remain still.
None to gently he grabbed the bandage covering her shoulder. Slipping the blade beneath it he cut it in half with one stroke and yanked it free.
Bracing herself the woman grit her teeth against the pain the action caused.
Beneath the bandage, much to Thrasius’s shock was a partially healed arrow wound. Staring at the wound in disbelief his gaze met the Warrior’s and he quickly turned away. She wondered if it was because of his rough treatment moments before or because he failed to find an impostor.
“Corporal!”
“Sir?”
“Have the healer brought over here to rebandage her wound.” Spying Kirlius standing just outside the door. “And get that man out of here.”
“Yes, sir.” Stephon and one of the soldiers grabbed the ex-warlord and started to lead him away.
Kirlius glared at the woman warrior with pure hatred. She merely offered him a mocking pout as he disappeared around the corner.
“I know something happened here tonight” stated Thrasius. “and I intend to find out what.”
“Don’t waste your time looking for imaginary problems.” replied the Warrior calmly.
Snorting in frustration Thrasius turned on his heels and stormed out of sight.
As the guard slammed and locked the door, Xena finally allowed herself to relax. ‘Guess Meg made it.’ she thought.
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Pulling Joxer along, Meleager and Iolaus entered a side street. Two forms moved towards them from the darkness.
“Joxer.” cried the dark haired woman kneeling before the wounded man. “Are you all right, sweety?” cradling his head in her hands.
“I’m fine, Mom.” answered the delirious man.
“Oh, my poor Joxey.” cooed Meg.
“I see you made it out okay.” said Iolaus.
“Barely,” answered Meg glancing up at him. “I was hardly out the door when the soldiers came charging in. Boy did they look mad. You don’t think they’ll do anything to hurt Xena do ya?”
“No, no I’m sure she’ll be fine.” assured Meleager hoping he was right.
“Do you have the key?” asked Iolaus.
“I’ve got it.” answered Toris.
“Good, I need to get it back.”
“Grab his feet will ya.” instructed Meleager.
“Where too?” asked Toris as he lifted Joxer’s legs from the ground.
“Back to the tavern.” answered Iolaus. “Let’s hope we can get there with out any further trouble.”