*****

-- Chapter 6 --

Gabrielle hesitated at the steps to her aunt's house, the fine hairs on her arms rising.  Shrugging off the curious sensation, she thought back to her sister's words.  Lila was right.  What harm could it do to meet this woman?  If nothing else, this would-be prophet might offer a pleasant diversion.  She raised her hand and knocked tentatively.

"Come in."

Rina hurried to her niece, embracing her warmly.  "It's so good to see you," she exclaimed.  Before Gabrielle could respond, Rina pulled back to get a better look at her.  "I must say, your new lifestyle certainly agrees with you.  You look absolutely wonderful."

The bard smiled.  "Thanks, Aunt Rina, so do you."

The older woman shrugged.  "Few more years, a few more wrinkles.  What can I say?"  Smiling, she glanced toward the silver-haired woman sitting at the table.  "Gabby, this is my friend Asia."

"Nice to meet you," the bard responded politely. 

The woman nodded.  "The pleasure is mine."

"Asia is renting the cottage," Rina offered.

"Mother mentioned that."  Gabrielle turned to silver-haired woman.  "Does that mean that you're planning to stay in Poteidaia?"

Asia smiled.  "I'm afraid that I enjoy traveling far too much to settle in one place for very long."

Rina pulled out a chair.  "Have a seat, Gab.  Can I get you a cup of tea?"

"No, thanks.  I just finished dinner."  Taking the offered seat, she addressed her aunt's visitor.  "You seem so familiar.  Are you from Amphipolis?"

"Definitely not," the prophet replied brusquely.  "Why do you ask?"

"I don't know.  I guess I thought that I might have seen you there while I was visiting.  A good friend of mine has family there."

"Too bad, poor girl." 

Sure that she hadn't mentioned her friend's gender, Gabrielle glanced at the woman curiously.  "Why do you say that?"

"They're a crude bunch in that town, that's all," the prophet explained.

"That's the truth," Rina added.  "They asked her to leave.  Can you imagine?!"

"But why would they do that?" the bard asked.

"One of the men refused to pay me the agreed-upon amount for my services."

"And they threw you out of town?"  Gabrielle's brow furrowed.  "I can't believe they'd do such a thing,"

"Such a dreadful experience!"  Rina interjected.  "But in the end, she got back at them."

"How?" the bard questioned.

"I threatened to put a curse on the man."

"A curse?"

Asia smiled and shrugged.  "I find it's an effective way to deal with cheats."

"Maybe, if you'd just talked to them…."

"People easily threatened by things they don't understand are impossible to reason with."

"That hasn't been my experience, " Gabrielle asserted.

"Hasn't it?" the prophet said with raised eyebrows.

"No, it hasn't," the bard answered quickly.

"Well, personally, I found them rather narrow-minded and cynical."

Gabrielle stiffened.  "I happen to have friends there."

Asia shrugged.  "Perhaps we're seeing things from different perspectives."

"Obviously."

Sensing the growing tension, Rina quickly changed the subject.  "Did I tell you that Asia is a prophet?"

"So I've heard," the bard replied skeptically.

"Yes," Rina continued.  "You can't believe how many of the townspeople she's helped since she arrived."

Gabrielle eyed the silver-haired woman suspiciously.  "So I take it that unlike Amphipolis, you're enjoying your stay here."

"Yes, I find the people of your town very kind and welcoming."

"Why, they've just been flocking to see her," Rina commented.

The bard bristled.  "I'm not surprised.  Unlike the more worldly people of Amphipolis, the residents here are simple farmers.  Much easier to dupe."

"Gabrielle!" her aunt exclaimed.  "What a thing to say!"

"It's just that I find it difficult to believe that someone can discover things about a person by simply touching them."

The prophet laid a calming hand on her friend's arm.  "It's all right, Rina.  I'm used to doubters.  It comes with the territory."  She released a heavy sigh and focused on the bard.  "You see, if I can't get a reading people think I'm a fake, and if I do they think I'm a witch with evil powers."  She shrugged.  "The truth is we all have an innate ability, or at least the potential, to connect to others.  In some, like me, it's very strong.  But even so, my powers of perception don't always work with everyone."

"And why's that?" the bard asked, her disbelief clear.

"It's simple, actually.  Some people are open and easy to read; others put up walls."

"What about me?"  Gabrielle asked, eager to prove her a charlatan. 

The prophet met her eyes.  "Your aura is very strong."

"Then it would be easy for you to read my thoughts?"

Asia nodded. 

Reaching across the table, she laid her hand lightly over the prophet's.  "So, tell me.  What do you see?"

Pausing for a moment, Asia closed her eyes.  "Words… words are your gift."

"Anyone in Poteidaia can tell you that," Gabrielle scoffed.  "It's common knowledge that I'm a bard."

The prophet smiled.  "Yes, but it's more than that.  There's power in your word's more than even you understand." 

"Not anymore, there isn't," the bard replied cynically.  "If you really had the gift of sight you'd know I'm no longer writing."

"If you open your heart, you'll write again."

Gabrielle shook her head doubtfully.  "Convenient how vague your statements are."

"Gabrielle, please!"  Rina objected.  "Asia is a guest in my home."

"I'm sorry, but spouting a few catchall phrases doesn't prove that she knows a thing about me."

"So this is a test."  The prophet smiled playfully.  "Tell me, then, what is it specifically that you want to know?"

The bard stared across the table into the woman's pale gray eyes.  "Why can't I write?"

"When you're ready to face it, you'll find the answer in your dreams."

Gabrielle's pulse quickened, but she remained skeptical.  "That's what they all say, isn't it?"

Asia smiled.  "Is it?  How many others have you encountered that truly had the gift?"

"None," the bard replied.  "Including you."

Shrugging off the insult, the prophet winked.  "Then maybe you'd be better off seeking answers from the teacher in your dream."

The casual comment momentarily stunned her.  Other than Xena, she'd told no one of her dream.  Shaken, she quickly searched the prophet's eyes for a hint of deception.  What she saw made her jerk her hand back.  Instead of their usual gray, the prophet's eyes had a pale greenish tint.

Rina turned to her niece.  "Gabby, are you feeling okay?  You look pale."

She stood and took a step backward.  

"I--I should be going.  It's getting late."

Her aunt kissed her lightly on the cheek.  "Stop by again, dear.  We didn't even have a chance to talk."

Lost in her thoughts, Gabrielle merely nodded.

As she headed for home, she couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that she'd actually felt the silver-haired woman probing her mind.

*****

After another restless night Xena got up early and went hunting.  By the time she returned, it was dark.  Entering the tavern, she saw Toris and a large group of townsmen drowning their sorrows at their usual table.

She poured herself a mug of ale and joined them.  "What's up, guys?"

Toris raised his hands in frustration.  "Our women won't have anything to do with us.  It's like they've gone crazy or something."

"Maybe they've just wised up," Xena teased.

"I'm glad you find our misery amusing." 

The warrior took a seat beside him.  "Oh, come on.  It can't be the first time you've argued with your wives and girlfriends."

"First time for me," the blacksmith piped up, taking a swig of his drink.  "Never had any problems until this morning."

"Yeah, mine too.  She was fine until yesterday.  From the moment she woke up, I couldn't do anything to suit her."

"So talk to your women," Xena suggested.  "Find out what's bothering them."

"We have," Terrell answered.

"And?"

"Are you ready for this?" he said, his disbelief clear.  "Seems they had some dream, and now we aren't good enough for them."

Xena cast him a curious glance.  "All of them?"

The men nodded solemnly. 

"Did they say what the dream was about?"

"Some nonsense about a lonely spirit." 

Toris peered sadly into his drink.  "It's like someone cast a spell on them."

Owen's mouth dropped open.  "Exactly!"  He turned to his friend.  "Remember that strange woman, the one Terrell had the fight with?"

"The prophet?"

"Yeah.  What if she's not a prophet at all, but a witch?"

The men stirred noisily.  "She was an odd one," Terrell commented.  "I wouldn't put this past her."

Xena rolled her eyes.  "Come on, that's ridiculous."

"I don't know."

"Yeah," Owen agreed.  "It explains everything."

The warrior shook her head doubtfully.

"You never saw her," Toris replied.  "She has these pale-colored eyes, the kind that look right through you." 

The hairs rose on the back of her neck as Xena recalled her encounter with the silver-haired woman.  "This is crazy, Toris.  When did you become so superstitious?"

"It's not crazy," he objected.  "Ask the others.  They'll tell you.  She knows things by just touching people."

"That's impossible."

"No, it's true," Owen defended.  "Jacob's little girl lost her doll and she told him right where to find it."

Jacob nodded.  "I swear.  It was right where she said."

Terrell stiffened in his seat.  "Owen, what were those words she chanted at me as she was leaving?"

"You don't suppose that she really put a curse on us like she threatened to?"

"I'm telling you, this is no curse," Xena stated firmly. 

"But what if it is?" one of the men questioned nervously.

"This is all your fault, Terrell," Owen accused.  "You should have just paid her."

"I--I thought she was a fake.  How was I supposed to know?"

"Maybe if we took up a collection, she'd remove the curse."

"That's no good.  We don't even know where she was headed."

"Perfect," Owen said angrily.  "Now what are we going to do?"

Toris turned hopefully to his sister.  "Maybe you could find her for us.  You're the best tracker there is."

Xena shrugged.  "I don't have to track her.  I know where she is.  I saw her in Poteidaia."

Owen slapped the table excitedly.  "This is great!"  He held out his hand.  Okay guys, dig into your pockets for those dinars."

"This is a waste of your money," Xena warned.  "I'm telling you, there is no curse."

"Are you refusing to help us?"  Terrell asked meekly.

"If I thought it would help, I'd take her your dinars, but you aren't cursed.  You just need to open up to your women, that's all."

"What do you mean?"  Toris asked.

"Be a little more attentive.  Show a little more appreciation for what they do for you.  You guys have it made, you know."

"Yeah, like you don't," Owen remarked.  "All you'd have to do is say the word and you'd have men lining up to be with you."

Xena smiled wryly.  "Now that would truly be a curse."

*****

Lila looked up from her mending as Gabrielle paced restlessly.  "You're making me dizzy.  Sit down and relax."  The bard dropped into the chair by the hearth and began fidgeting with the hem of her skirt.  Laying her sewing down, Lila turned to her.  "What's up with you?  Is everything okay?" 

Gabrielle slumped in her seat.  "I'm bored stiff."

Lila smiled.  "I hear you," she agreed.  "It gets pretty dull here in the evenings, especially after Mom and Dad go to bed." 

"I'm going stir-crazy.  I can't spend another evening just sitting around.  I've got to get out of here."  She turned to her sister.  "Let's go to the tavern."

"Alone?"

The bard nodded.  "Yeah, just you and me."

"But it's not proper for a woman to go into a tavern unaccompanied."

"You'll be accompanied.  I'll be with you."

Lila rolled her eyes.  "You know what I mean.  We need male escorts.  I'm engaged to be married.  It wouldn't look right for me to go to a place like that without Graham."

Gabrielle stood abruptly.  "Suit yourself, but I'm going." 

Torn between her image and looking out for her sister, Lila hesitated only a moment before rising from her seat. 

The bard gave her a grateful hug and smiled.  "Thanks, we'll have a great time.  You'll see."

"Right," Lila said, her tone leery.  "Don't think that I've forgotten how you were always getting me in trouble when we were kids."

"Me?" the bard declared innocently.

"Yes, you."

Gabrielle smiled.  "Well, maybe a few times.  But you'll have to admit, we had fun."

"I don't have to admit anything," Lila insisted stubbornly. 

The bard rolled her eyes.

"Okay, okay, sometimes it was fun, but just promise me that tonight you'll try not to get into trouble."

Winking, the bard laughed.  "You may not believe it, Lila, but I always do try."

*****

Gabrielle pushed open the tavern door and looked around excitedly.  The place was packed, practically humming with energy.  Grabbing her sister's arm, she quickly led her to an empty table in the back.

Lila eased uncomfortably into the seat beside her. 

"What can I get you ladies?" the barmaid asked.

Gabrielle turned to the attractive redhead and paused.  "Rose?  Is that you?" 

The woman looked at her quizzically 

Smiling the bard got to her feet.  "Gabrielle, remember?  I used to spend a lot of time with your little sister, Anya."

"Of course," Rose declared, bending to give her a friendly hug.  "It's been years.  How are you?"

"Fine."

"In town for your sister's wedding?"

"Yeah."  She smiled at Lila. 

"I'm really looking forward to it," the barmaid commented.  "Just about everyone in town will be there."

"I thought I heard that you'd moved away years ago," Gabrielle questioned.

"I did, but…" Rose cast an anxious eye at the crowd.  "Look, I'd love to talk, but right now, I have a lot of customer's to tend to.  Stop by some morning and we'll get caught up."

"Okay, I'll do that."

"Terrific.  Now what would you like to drink?"

"Tea for me," Lila replied.

"I think I'd like something a little stronger."  Gabrielle winked.  "What do you recommend?" 

The redhead smiled.  "I have just the thing.  I'll bring a pitcher right over." 

Gabrielle watched a tall, dark-haired man stop to speak with Rose on her way to the bar.  He was, without a doubt, the most handsome man in the room.  She turned to Lila.  "Who's that?"

"Watch out for that one," Lila warned.  "I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him."

"Why?"

"His behavior is scandalous."

"Really?"  Gabrielle replied her interest piqued.  "How so?"

Her sister lowered her voice and bent closer.  "He's seduced more women than Zeus."

The bard smiled.  "Mmm, tell me more."

Lila blushed.  "After this drink I think we should go home.  It's getting late." 

Before Gabrielle could object, someone tapped her shoulder.  She spun to see the handsome man at her side. 

He flashed her a charming smile.  "You must be new in town."

The bard shrugged.  "Actually, no."

"Now how can that be?  I never forget a beautiful woman."

Lila glared at him disapprovingly.  "Ryder, this is my sister, Gabrielle.  She's visiting."

"It's a pleasure to meet you."  He extended his hand warmly.  "Some of my musician friends are here tonight.  I'd be happy to ask them to play for us, if you'd care to dance."

"I don't know," Gabrielle smiled.  "I've been warned about you."

"Me?" he said, feigning surprise.

"Uh-huh, I hear you're a womanizer and not to be trusted." 

He winked playfully.  "Can't believe everything you hear, can you?" 

Gabrielle hesitated.  "Well…."

"Come on," he urged.  "Take a chance.  Judge for yourself."

A mischievous smile spread across the bard's face.

"Can I take that as a 'yes'?"

She nodded.

"Excellent!" he exclaimed.  "Something in your eyes told me you had an adventurous nature."

Returning with a tray of drinks, the barmaid rolled her eyes at Ryder's comment. 

"This round is on me, ladies," he declared as he handed the redhead a couple of dinars.  "And, Rose, when you get a chance, I'll have the usual."  He smiled warmly.  "Now, if you'll both excuse me, I'll speak with the musicians."

As soon as he was gone, Lila stared at her sister, mouth agape.  "What are you doing?  Didn't you hear what I said about him?"

The bard simply shrugged and poured a little of her drink into Lila's tea.  "I'm a big girl and so are you.  Loosen up and have a little fun." 

"I'm not supposed to have fun--I'm engaged."  Realizing how ridiculous she sounded, she burst into laughter.  "Okay, okay."  Picking up her mug, she took a cautious sip.  "This isn't bad."  She quickly drank it down, making Gabrielle smile.

Across the room, four musicians gathered and began to play a rousing song. 

"They're good," Lila commented as she tapped her foot to the beat.  Reaching for the pitcher, she refilled her mug.

"Be careful," Gabrielle warned her.  It's pretty strong."

"What harm can one drink do?"

Before Gabrielle could reply, Ryder returned.  "Ready for that dance?"

"Sure."  She took his hand and followed him to the area in front of the musicians.

Immediately he took control, spinning her away, then pulling her back.  Her pulse raced.  It felt wonderful to dance around the room in his arms.  Relief flooded through her.  Maybe the problem wasn't with her, after all.

When at last the music stopped, he pulled her close.  "You're a great dancer.  How about another one?" 

Gabrielle flushed.  "Thanks, but I really should get back to Lila."

As she approached their table, Lila grinned up at her, eyes squinted in narrow slits.

The bard lifted the empty pitcher in disbelief.  "Did you drink this whole thing?"

The brunette managed one nod before her head dropped to the table. 

Grabbing her sister's shoulders, Gabrielle shook her.  "You okay?"  Lila raised her head and smiled. 

The bard rolled her eyes and pulled out her sister's chair.  "I'd better get you home.  Can you stand?"

Before Lila could answer, her head rolled forward.

"I'll help you with her," Ryder offered, gathering the small woman into his arms.  "Just lead the way." 

"I'm sorry about this," the bard apologized.

"No problem."

"She's not used to drinking or being out this late.  I'm afraid I talked her into both."

"So you’re the black sheep in the family, huh?" 

Although she had never thought of it that way, it struck her that his comment was probably true.  "Yeah, I guess I am."

"Me too."

"So you have brothers and sisters?"

"A sister, but we're not very close.  She doesn't have much time for my antics, I'm afraid."

Gabrielle smiled and looked at her sleeping sister.  "Is she getting heavy?"

"Nah, she's one of the lighter ones I've carried."

Deciding it was best not to comment, she watched him easily shift her sister in his arms.  Even through his clothing, she could see the definition of his muscles. 

"Are you a soldier?"

"Soldier?"

She pointed to his leather armor.

He smiled and shook his head.  "Actually, I consider myself more a lover than a fighter."  He winked playfully.  "But it's a nice look, don't you think?" 

She smiled.  "Mmm…I'd have to admit it is."  Motioning ahead, she pointed.  "That's our house."

"Nice place.  Did you grow up there?"

"Yeah, my father built it."  She winced as she thought of her father and how much he would disapprove of her behavior.  "Maybe I'd better take her from here."

"You sure?  I'd be glad to carry her inside.  She's a lot for you to handle."

"I can manage."  She grabbed her sister's arm and hefted her over her shoulder with a groan.  "Whew!  She's heavier than she looks."  He reached to take Lila back, but she waved him off.  "I'll be fine.  Thanks for everything." 

"Come back out after you have her settled so I know you managed okay."

"All right."

Reaching in front of her, he opened the door so that she could walk inside.

Gabrielle crept quietly to Lila's room and deposited her on the bed as gently as she could.  Quickly taking off her sister's shoes, she covered her and hurried outside to say goodnight to Ryder.

"Everything go all right?" he asked.

She nodded, taking a seat on the bench beside him.  "Yeah, but she'd going to be mad as a hornet at me in the morning."

"Hey, she'll be lucky to remember she was even at the tavern tonight.  Don't sweat it."

She smiled.  "It was nice of you to bring her home.  Thank you."

"No problem.  It's been fun."

"Yeah, I really had a good time."  She smiled as she realized, to her surprise, that she truly meant it.  For the first time since Xena had left she hadn't felt out of place. 

"It doesn't have to end, you know," he whispered, sliding a little closer.  "I have a place not far from here."

"A--are you asking me to go home with you?"

He flashed his most charming smile.  "Absolutely, and I can promise that you won't regret it."

*****

"Hey, Toris, bring us a couple more pitchers." 

"Yeah, hurry up," the thin blonde man urged.  "We're almost out."  He turned to his friend.  "So, Owen, what were you complaining about?"

"My wife--what else?  She's been impossible."

"I hear you," the merchant sympathized.  "My wife too."

"Who can figure it?  Several moons ago she was all for having another child.  She knows I'd like another son.  But when I brought it up tonight, she just turned away.  Said she'd had enough.  Can you believe it?"

The men grumbled in agreement. 

Xena cast Owen a puzzled look as she took a sip of her ale.  "Don't you already have five boys?"

"So?  A father can never have too many sons."

"I don't know, I think I have to agree with your wife.  I haven't come across a man yet that was worth repeating six times."

The others laughed heartily.

Toris approached and put two full pitchers on the table. 

"This round's on me, guys."  Xena paid her brother and downed the last of her drink.

Owen wrapped his arm around her shoulder.  "You know, Xena, I used to think that you were kind of a loner…not very friendly.  But you know something?   When you're drinking, you're not half bad." 

"Yeah," she replied, lifting his arm from her shoulder.  "I like you better when I'm drinking too."

He smiled and pushed a full mug toward her.  "Then by all means, have another."

She rolled her eyes.  "There's not enough ale in all of Greece." 

As their deflated friend sagged in his seat, the men roared with laughter. 

Smiling, Xena slapped him playfully on the back.  "Considering your troubles, I think it's best if you keep your mind on one woman at a time.  Don't you?"

*****

"So, what do you say?"  Ryder asked.  "How about coming home with me?"

Despite Lila's warning, she found herself tempted by his offer.   

He watched her expectantly.

"I--I--" She stuttered nervously.

"Hey, look, it's okay if you don't want to.  I guess I read you wrong.  It's just the way you acted in the tavern, I thought…."

She took a shaky breath.  "You didn't read me wrong.  I mean--" she paused, swallowing hard.  "I wanted you to think--"

"--Are you saying you're interested?" he asked hopefully.

"I'm not sure.  I think I am…."  Struggling with her words, she tried to express the conflicting emotions she was experiencing.  "Tonight is the most relaxed I've felt in a long time."

He smiled.  "First time I've ever had that effect on a woman."

Gabrielle laughed.  "Sorry, that didn't come out right.  What I meant to say, is…I really had a good time.  I like you."  She paused uneasily.  "You make me feel desirable."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"No," she smiled.  "It's just…well, it scares me a little."

"Look, I don't want to talk you into something you're not sure about."

"You aren't.  To be truthful, I've been wondering all night what you would be like."

He flashed her a disarming smile.  "No need to wonder."

"Yeah, but I think that maybe things are going a little too fast for me."

He reached out and brushed her forearm with his fingertip.  "Sometimes being spontaneous is good."

"And sometimes not."  She smiled.  "Maybe another night."

"You sure?"

"No, I'm not at all sure."  She laughed and shook her head.  "You must think I'm nuts." 

He cupped her face gently in his hand.  "Actually, I find your honesty extremely alluring."  Slowly tilting her face up, he looked into her eyes.

The strong aroma of his leathers made her suddenly light-headed.  She flushed hotly, his lips surprisingly soft as they pressed to hers.  Her pulse raced as his hands slid down her sides, tightly gripping her waist.  His gentle, yet aggressive manner excited her.  Instinctively she responded by weaving her fingers through his thick dark hair.  

Encouraged by her response, he gently caressed the sensitive skin over her hips.

Heart pounding wildly she reached out to guide him closer.  As she slid her hand to the back of his neck, her fingers brushed the coarse stubble on his cheek.  She stiffened.  Suddenly, she was keenly aware of his strongly masculine scent: musky and harsh.  She pulled away.  The moment felt wrong…all wrong.  She stepped back, tears of confusion welling in her eyes.  "I-I'm sorry.  I can't.  I--"

Ryder looked at her with concern.  "What is it?  What's the matter?"

"I… "  She struggled to keep the tremor from her voice.  Failing, she turned away, unable to face him.

"Hey, it's okay.  Take it easy."  Placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, he pulled out his handkerchief and offered it to her.

She wiped her eyes and flushed with embarrassment.  "I'm sorry.  I've ruined your evening."

He smiled.  "My evening's not ruined.  I had a great time."

"Really?"

He nodded.  "I shouldn't have rushed you.  It's just…well, you seemed a little more worldly when we were in the tavern."

She glanced down shyly.  "I thought if I acted more experienced, someone more experienced would be interested in me."

"Are you saying you've never--"

She shook her head.

"With all the traveling you've done, I thought for sure…." 

"It just never felt right."

The sadness in her eyes touched him.  "Go with your instincts.  It's not something you should rush.  You'll know when the time is right." 

"I hope so."

"Trust me, you'll know.  Now, come on.  You've had a long day.  I should let you get some rest." 

"Thanks for being so understanding."

"My pleasure."  He started to walk away, then looked back and flashed her a mischievous smile. "If you should change your mind, you know where to find me.  I think you'd find I'm a very good 'teacher'."

Gabrielle's heart hammered in her chest as she watched him disappear into the darkness.

*****

-- Chapter 8--

Haunted by Ryder's parting words, Gabrielle got up early and went for a long walk.  Her mind was racing.  Was his comment about being a 'good teacher' simply a coincidence or something more?  As she mulled it over, she contemplated the notion of taking him up on his offer.  There was no denying that he was extremely attractive.  What's more, she genuinely liked him. 

So why was she holding back?  Any number of women would jump at the chance to be with him.  Was it silly to base her decision on some obscure feeling?  Wasn't it natural for it to feel awkward, given her inexperience?  After all, sex was new to her, something she'd only romanticized about.  Maybe it was finally time to take the leap.  And maybe Ryder was just the man to do it with.  

Remembering her sister's warning about him, she quickly shrugged it off.  As much as she loved Lila, when it came to sex, she was not at all confident that her rather prudish sister was the best person to counsel her.  What she really needed was the advice of someone more worldly, someone like Xena.

Sighing, she leaned heavily against a tree.  Once again, a pang of loneliness washed over her.  If the warrior were here, what would she say?  As hard as she tried to imagine what advice Xena would give her, she just couldn't.  They had simply never discussed this kind of thing. 

Like it or not, this was something she had to figure out on her own. 

If only she knew a little more about Ryder.  Glancing up, she looked across the road at the tavern and immediately thought of Rose.  Who better to ask?  The redhead's business left her privy to all kinds of information about people…information others didn't know.  And Rose had asked her to stop by.  Maybe if she were careful, she could do it without being too obvious.  Gabrielle released a heavy sigh.  Now was as good a time as any.  The tavern was closed in the mornings, and if Rose was home she might have time to talk.  Hurrying across the road, she stepped up to the door and knocked.  

A small voice called out from the inside.  "Who's there?" 

"My name is Gabrielle.  I'm here to see Rose.  Is she there?"  The bard smiled as she listened to the little girl holler to her mother. 

"Mom, it's Gabby…eller!  Can I open the door?"

Suddenly the latch clicked and Rose opened the door.  "Gabrielle, come in."

"I hope it's not a bad time to visit."

"Not at all.  I'm glad to see you."  She motioned toward the table.  "Have a seat, and I'll get us a cup of tea."

As Rose left, a little redhead of about five summers ran up to the bard.  Holding up a well-worn doll stained with the paint from the picture she'd been painting, she introduced herself.  "Hi, I'm Tana and this is Molly." 

Smiling, the bard reached out and shook the doll's hand.  "Hi, Molly."

Tana giggled, covering her mouth with paint-covered fingers. 

"What pretty colors!"  Gabrielle exclaimed.

The little girl smiled and pointed to the splotch of green on her palm.  "I like this one the very best."  Turning her hands over, she displayed an array of colors.  "Which one do you like?"

Gabrielle reached out and ran her finger over a streak of blue.  "Blue is my favorite."

"Why?"

"I guess it's because a lot of the things I like best are blue--the sky--the ocean."

The child looked at her quizzically.  "What's an oshun?"

"It's a really, really big body of water.  So big that you can't even see the end of it."

Tana frowned.  "But water isn't blue.  It's--"

"--All right, Tana, "Rose interrupted.  "I think it's time for you to go play with your paints." 

"Can Gabby-eller play with me?" she pleaded.

"It's Gab-ree-elle, honey, and no, not right now.  We're going to have some tea.  Why don't you go sit at the far table with Emma."

Shoulders slumped in disappointment; the child shuffled across the room.

"She's absolutely adorable," Gabrielle commented.

Rose shook her head.  "Occasionally she has her moments."

Gabrielle glanced over at the far table where a dark-haired girl of about ten summers sat, quietly writing.  "Are they both yours?"

Nodding, she called to the older girl.  "Emma, stop writing for a moment and come here." 

Reluctantly the girl put down her quill and made her way to their table.  "Gabrielle, this is Emma.  Emma, this is an old friend of mine, Gabrielle."

The timid girl looked down, avoiding eye contact. 

Reaching out politely, Gabrielle shook her hand.  "Nice to meet you, Emma."

"Emma is the quiet one in our family.  She's a wonderful student and a very good writer," Rose said proudly.

The bard smiled.  "You know, I like to write too."

Emma glanced away shyly.  As her eyes settled on the bard's staff, her jaw dropped open in wonder.  "Is that a real Amazon staff?"

Gabrielle nodded.  

"You're an Amazon!"

"Um-hmm."

Emma gazed at her in awe.  "Do you know any other Amazons?"

"Yeah, quite a few, as a matter of fact."

"Have you ever met Xena, the Warrior Princess?" she asked excitedly.  "She's like the queen of all Amazons!"

Not having the heart to correct her, Gabrielle smiled.  "In a way, I guess she is."

"Then you know her?"

"Actually, I travel with her."

The girl gasped in amazement.  "You're the bard!"  She turned, wide-eyed, to her mother.  "Mom, she's Gabrielle, the bard!"

Rose rolled her eyes.  "As you can see, she's a big fan of yours."

"I love to write," Emma declared.  "Someday I want to be a famous bard just like you.  When I'm old enough, I'm going to leave home and go adventuring."  She looked with admiration, first at the bard, then her staff.  "C--can I touch it?"

"Sure," Picking up the staff, Gabrielle handed it to her.

The dark-haired girl lovingly ran her hand over the wood before carefully handing it back.  "I--uh--" She swallowed nervously.  "I mean…I was wondering if you could show me some moves."

"Emma, now don't be a pest."

The girl blushed hotly and looked away.

"It's okay," Gabrielle replied quickly.  "I don't mind."  Walking to a wide-open space, she did a simple spin.

"Wow!" Emma exclaimed.   "How did you learn that?"

"My Amazon sisters taught me a lot, but Xena has helped me the most."

"You're so lucky to be traveling with her.  What's she like?  Is she as strong as people say?"

Gabrielle nodded.  Uh-huh, she's pretty strong."

"Is she mean?"

"Only to bad guys."

"Is she with you…here in Poteidaia?  Could I meet her?"

"Right now she's in Amphipolis, but she's coming to get me after my sister's wedding.  I could introduce you then, if you like."

"Really?  That would be great!"

Gabrielle smiled and handed her the staff.  "Want to give it a try?"

"Could I?"

"Sure."  She adjusted Emma's hands and guided her through a simple movement.

"That was very good," she encouraged.

Emma beamed.  "Mom, did you see me?!"

"Yes."  Rose smiled.  "Very impressive."

Not wanting to be left out of the fun, Tana ran over to join them.  Impatient, she reached to take the staff from her sister.  "I wanna try too."

"No, honey," Rose explained.  "You're too young."

"But I want to."  She took hold of the staff and pulled.

Aghast, Emma pushed her sister's hand away and quickly rubbed the faint traces of paint from the wood with her skirt.  "I'm sorry," she apologized, handing the staff back.  "She's too young to know better."

"I am not!"  Tana cried out loudly.

"That's enough, girls," Rose warned in a firm but gentle tone.  "Emma, take your sister to the table and keep her busy."

Deflated, the dark-haired girl turned sadly to the bard.  "Thanks for showing me your staff."

Gabrielle cast her a sympathetic glance.  "If it's okay with your Mom, I could stop by sometime and teach you a few more moves."

The young girl's eyes lit up.  "Wow!  You mean it?" 

"You bet."

Amazed at her good fortune, the girl chattered nervously.  "I--I can't believe this.  I can't believe you’re here and you actually know my mom."

"Your mom and I went to school together."

"But you look so much younger," Emma stated bluntly.

Rose laughed good-naturedly.  "Kids…they have a way of keeping you modest."  She turned to her daughter.  "Actually, Gabby is your aunt Anya's age." 

"She looks younger than her too.  Aunt Anya has two kids.  Do you have kids?"

"Emma, stop being so nosy."

"No, I don't have any children."

Tana looked up at the bard curiously.  "Don't you like kids?" 

"Maybe she just doesn't want to get stuck with someone like you," Emma teased.

Upset by her sister's remark, Tana punched her in the arm.

"Ouch!  Stop it!"

Rose jumped to her feet.  "All right, girls, outside right now!"

"But Mom!"  Emma argued.

"You heard me."

"You always ruin everything," Emma whispered under her breath.

"I do not!" the little girl insisted.

Without speaking another word, Rose pointed sternly toward the door.

Emma turned one last time to Gabrielle.  "Will you stop by again?  Like you said?"

"You can count on it."

Smiling, Emma headed for the door.

Rose called after her.  "Keep an eye on Tana.  Don't let her get into any trouble."

As the door closed, Rose sighed and sat down.  "Kids." 

"Your children are wonderful.  You must be very proud."

Rose smiled softly.  "Yeah, I guess they're pretty good."  She rolled her eyes.  "Most of the time, anyway."

Gabrielle smiled.

"You really made an impression on Emma, rose commented.  "I've never seen her this excited.  She's usually so reserved.  In fact, sometimes she's so distant that I worry about her.  It's nice of you to take time with her."

"It's my pleasure.  I love kids."

"You might feel differently about that if you had some of your own," Rose joked.  "Anyway, enough about them…how are you?"

"I'm fine."

"Must be kind of boring for you in this small village after all of your traveling."

"It's not bad."  She cast Rose a serious glance.  "Although, sometimes I get the feeling that nothing has changed here but me."

"Say no more--I hear you.  It's both the curse and blessing of small towns."

Gabrielle nodded.

"So, I saw you at the dance with Liam the other night."

The bard shifted uncomfortably in her seat.  "Yeah."

Rose smiled.  "He's a pompous ass, isn't he?"

Stunned, the bard raised her eyes and then smiled.  "And here I thought it was just me."

"Take my word for it, if you're looking for a man, Poteidaia's not the place to start."

"Well, actually, I'm not looking."  She paused.  "At least, I don't think I am."

Rose nodded. "Men can be such problems, can't they?  I'll tell you, I see some of the worst of them in here."  She met the bard's eyes.  "Speaking of which, I saw you leave with Ryder last night."

Gabrielle blushed.  "He helped me home with Lila."

The redhead rolled her eyes.  "Mmm, I'm sure he did."

"Actually, he was very nice, kind of sweet."

"Honey, that's the worst kind.  Watch yourself with that one."  She stood uneasily.  "Well, I guess I should open the door for business.  Can I get you another cup of tea?"

"Thanks, but I promised to help Dad in the fields this afternoon."

"It's been nice talking to you. Stop by again soon, huh."

"I'd like that."  

*****

Strolling into the kitchen, Toris grabbed the kettle from the fire, and poured himself a cup of tea.  "So, has Mary Sunshine come down yet?"

Cyrene glared at him.  "As a matter of fact, she was up at dawn.  She's out cutting wood."  Wiping her hands on a towel, she pointed a warning finger at him.  "I don't want you teasing her about last night.  Is that understood?"

"Why not?  She acted like an idiot."

"I don't care.  I won't have any of it."  She cast him a stern glance.  "Understand?"

He raised his hand in capitulation.  "All right, all right."

Xena walked in with an armload of wood and piled it by the fireplace. 

Cyrene smiled up at her.  "Have a seat.  I made up a plate for you." 

"Thanks, but I'm really not hungry."

"Nonsense, you've been working all morning.  You need something to eat."  She led her daughter by the arm to the table and slid a plate in front of her. 

Finishing the strange concoction he'd been mixing, Toris poured it into a mug and brought it over to his sister.  "You look awful.  Maybe this will help."

"Help what?"

"Your hangover.  You had quite a bit to drink last night."

Xena tensed.  "What about it?"

"Nothing.  Having had more than my share of rough mornings, I've nearly perfected a remedy."

Her shoulders eased and she smiled weakly.  "Thanks."  Cautiously sipping the tonic, she looked up and smiled.  "You know, this isn't bad."

"Told you, I've had practice."

"Toris, about last night…I'm sorry.  It wasn't my place to be lecturing your friends."

Cyrene looked up from her cooking.  "Seems to me it's long past time someone did.  What'd you tell them?"

The warrior shrugged uncomfortably. 

"She gave us advice on how to treat our women," Toris answered.

Cyrene's brow shot up in surprise.

Xena waved her hand dismissively.  "I was drunk and got a little carried away, that's all." 

"At least you didn't break into song like Owen," her brother teased.  "I think he really has a thing for you."

"Great, just what I need."

Toris laughed.  "Seriously, you said some good things.  I'm going to take your advice and talk to Mara."

"I can't believe someone finally got through to you," Cyrene commented.  She pulled up a chair beside her daughter.  "Sooo tell me what you said.  I've got to hear more about this."

*****

Gabrielle knocked softly on the prophet's door.

"Why hello," Asia greeted.

"Bet you're a little surprised to see me again," the bard said sheepishly.

"Well, actually, I hoped we might have another chance to talk.  Your last visit was rather…brief."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that."

"Have you changed your mind about me, then?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure."  She wiped her sweaty palms on her skirt.  "It's just hard for me to believe that you can really see into people's minds."

"But you want to believe it, don't you?  Isn't that why you came?" 

"I'm not sure why I'm here," the bard answered truthfully.  "You said something…something that I can't seem to get out of my mind.  I--" Gabrielle wrung her hands nervously.  "I--I have to admit, I felt something when you touched me…an energy."  She stopped, not knowing how to continue.

Asia's eyes sparkled warmly.  "I felt an energy in you too.  Although you haven't worked to harness it, you have an innate ability.  You see things in people…things others miss.  Your instincts are good.  You should trust them more often."

The bard laughed.  "My instincts tell me that I shouldn't trust you."

Asia smiled.  "Are you sure it's your voice you're listening to and not the warrior's?"

Gabrielle perked up at the mention of her friend.  "Do you know Xena?"

"Not really."  Turning, Asia took a seat by the fire.  "Come, join me."

Pulling out the chair beside her, the bard sat down wearily.    

"You look tired," the prophet commented.  "Are you still having trouble sleeping?"

Gabrielle nodded.  Even though she hadn't had any more dreams, her nights continued to be restless. 

"So tell me, what can I do for you?"

"I'm not sure how you usually do this.  I can pay you up front or…"

The prophet shook her head.  "Let's worry about that later.  Now, what did you want to ask me?"

"I…uh…I was wondering…when I was here before, you mentioned my dreams.  Do you know if they mean anything?"

"I'm sure they do," Asia replied.  "It's not at all unusual for dreams to carry messages."

Gabrielle swallowed nervously.  "Do you know what mine are trying to tell me?"

"When you're ready, I think they'll become clear to you."

The bard shook her head in frustration.  "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just what I said," the prophet replied patiently.

Gabrielle released a heavy sigh.  "Forgive me, but it seems like you're hedging, avoiding a real answer.  It makes me doubt your abilities."

Asia simply smiled.

"I don't understand.  Why can't you just give me a straight answer?"

"I thought I was."  Folding her hands in her lap, she looked into the bard's eyes.  "If you were ready to see the meaning in your dreams, you would."

"Can you at least tell me why you think I'm having them?"

"What I think is irrelevant."

"So that's it…you're refusing to help me?"

Asia shrugged.  "If that's the way you choose to see it."

The bard pushed her chair back and stood.  "I shouldn't have come.  I don't know what I expected."  She ran her fingers through her hair anxiously.  "It was silly.  I haven't been thinking straight lately."

"I can see you're troubled.  Would it help to tell me about your dreams?"

Suddenly embarrassed, the bard looked away.  "No, I--look, I--I shouldn't have bothered you about this.  I just wanted to apologize.  I was out of line the last time we spoke.  I'm sorry."

The prophet watched the young woman walk hesitantly to the door.  "Gabrielle, I know it can be hard being home after having been away so long.  If you ever need someone to listen, I'll be here."

*****

After her brother left, Xena stared out the window at the droplets of rain rolling down the pane.

Cyrene watched with concern.  Her daughter looked pale…lost.  Filling two mugs, she carried them to the table.  "Have a seat and join me for a hot cup of cider."

Reluctantly, Xena dropped into the chair next to her mother and took a small sip from her mug. 

"I couldn't help noticing that you seemed a million miles away a moment ago.  Is something troubling you?" Cyrene asked.

"No, just thinking."

"You know, I've been meaning to tell you how good it's been having you home."

Xena met her eyes, searching for a hint of falseness.  There was none.

"I just wish you didn't feel like you had to spend so much time working," her mother said sincerely.

"I want to help out."  Pausing, the warrior looked guiltily toward the window.  "I'm sorry I haven't done more for you over the years."

"That's water under the bridge."

"I wish it were that simple.  I've made so many bad choices.  I--"

"--I've always believed that we learn more from our mistakes," Cyrene offered solemnly.  "You know Xena, you aren't the only one with regrets.  I was so busy trying to keep food on the table when you were younger that I--"

"--You don't owe me any apologies," the warrior replied shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

"I think I do.  I know it hasn't been easy for you…the changes you've made.  I should have told you a long time ago how proud I am of the way you've turned your life around."

"Mother, please.  You don't have to--" She pushed her chair back and stood.

Cyrene reached out and caught her wrist.  "Stay, there are things we need to talk about."

"There's nothing to say.  It's all water under the bridge, like you said."

"I'm worried about you, Xena.  You look so tired."

"I'm fine," the warrior insisted.

She met her daughter's eyes.  "At night I hear you cry out in your sleep."

"I told you, it's nothing!"  Xena snapped.

Cyrene looked away sadly. 

Immediately regretting her outburst, the warrior softened her tone.  "I'm a little tired.  I…" Not knowing how to explain, she let her voice trail off.

"Talk to me.  Maybe I can help."

*****

-- Chapter 9 --

Hesitantly, Gabrielle pushed opened the door to the tavern.  For the life of her, she couldn't understand what had brought her back.  She only knew that of all her time at home she'd felt most comfortable here, most comfortable with him.  As she nervously scanned the room, she began to doubt the wisdom of her decision and was about to leave when she heard a friendly voice call to her. 

"Hey, Gab.  Over here."

Turning toward the voice, she saw Ryder.  Her heart raced as she slowly walked toward him.

Giving her arm a friendly squeeze, he graciously pulled out a chair for her.  "Am I glad to see you!  It's been so dull in here tonight."

Taking a seat beside him, she smiled.  "Not as dull as my parents' house." 

"Yeah," he sympathized.  "It must be hard living at home again after being on your own."

"Really, they've been great.  It's just such a different life here than I've gotten used to on the road."

"I hear you."  He poured her a mug of ale from the nearly empty pitcher and smiled mischievously.  "I have to say I'm a little surprised that you came.  Does this mean that you've changed your mind about waiting?"

She felt herself blush hotly.  "Not exactly, but you got me thinking.  I'd never been kissed like that before."

He nudged her shoulder playfully.  "I don't mean to brag, but kissing is my specialty.  Women tell me they've felt the earth move."

"When you kissed me, I hoped I would feel that but--" She stopped abruptly, realizing how rude she sounded.

Deflated, he slumped back in his seat.  "You're terrible for my ego, you know."

"I'm sorry, I always seem to put my foot in my mouth when I'm talking to you."

He took a sip of his drink and shrugged.  "Forget it."  Seeing the sadness in her eyes, he tried to cheer her.  "Hey, even though it didn't do anything for you, it did me.  You're a very good kisser."

"Really?"

"Definitely."  He cast her a quizzical glance.  "You mean no one has ever told you that before?"

She shook her head.

"Then you've obviously been going out with the wrong guys.  Maybe we should try again," he stated hopefully.

"Thanks, but I don't think it's going to work out between us."

Laughing out loud, he winced. 

"What'd I say?"  Gabrielle asked, casting him a puzzled glance.

"It's just…that's usually my line.  I must be losing my touch."

"There's nothing wrong with you," she said somberly.  "It's me. I'm confused.  I don't know what kind of guy I want."

He slapped his forehead.  "Ah, so that's what this is all about.  Trying both ends of the spectrum.  First, the upstanding merchant's son, then me."

"Sort of," she confessed, blushing.  "I didn't mean to be so obvious.  I'm sorry."

"I guess this means that I lost out, then."

"No, not at all.  Actually, I think you're much more…more…"

"Enough already," he teased.  "There's no redeeming yourself now."

She smiled, his cheerful disposition infectious.  "Let me make it up to you," she offered.  "Can I buy you a drink?"

"You bet!  Far be it from me to refuse a beautiful woman anything."

*****

As Xena sat on the bank of the river, watching the sunlight reflect off the water's surface, her thoughts immediately turned to Gabrielle and how much the bard would appreciate the quiet beauty of this place.

She released a heavy sigh.  It had become second nature for her to want to share the special things she'd discovered with her friend.  In fact, lately, she rarely took action without considering Gabrielle.  The bard had become such an integral part of her day-to-day existence that sometimes it was hard to tell where she ended and Gabrielle began.  Her entire life she'd never needed anyone, and now….  She tossed a stone into the water, breaking up the reflection.  How had she allowed this to happen?  How was it possible to miss someone so much that it hurt simply to be away from her? 

"Hey, Sis."

Xena turned, surprised she hadn't heard her brother approach. 

He smiled and dropped casually beside her.  "I've been looking for you all afternoon."

"By that cheerful expression, I gather you spoke with Mara."

"Yeah."  He pulled nervously at a clump of grass.  "What you said got me thinking just how important she is to me.  Anyway, I wanted to thank you."

"I'm glad things worked out."

"I…uh…I asked her to marry me."

"Wow!  I guess you really are serious."

"I've never met anyone like her.  It makes me feel good just being around her."  He blushed and looked toward the river.

Touched to glimpse her brother's sentimental side, Xena laid her hand on his shoulder.  "So?  How'd she respond?"

He turned to face her, smiling broadly.  "She said yes."

"That's great, Toris."

He laughed lightly.  "Can you believe anyone would want to marry me?" 

"Well, it's a stretch, but you do have the family looks going for you."  She punched his shoulder affectionately.  "Seriously, I'm happy for you."

"Thanks.  In a way, I owe it all to you."

"You don't owe me anything."  As she met his eyes, a wave of emotion rushed through her.  Concerned that he might glimpse it, she quickly glanced away. 

It was too late. 

As she turned, he saw a trace of something, something he couldn't quite put his finger on… sadness or….  He wrinkled his brow as for the first time he considered how lonely his sister's life on the road had to be.  "You know I was serious when I said I'd be glad to fix you up.  Not all the guys I hang around with are jerks."

"Made some new friends, have you?" she teased.

"Come on.  You just have to give them a chance, that's all."

Xena rolled her eyes.  "Thanks, but I think I'll pass."

"You sure?  Even warriors must get lonely sometimes."

She smiled lightly.  "Nah, not the tough ones."

"Make jokes if you like, but take it from me, life's a lot more enjoyable when you have someone to share it with."

Xena picked up a stone and sent it skipping across the surface of the water.

"I guess you're not completely alone, though," he commented innocently.  "You have Gabrielle."

As she watched the stone sink below the water's surface, she nodded, careful not to allow her uncertainty show.

"So are you two going to be in the area for a while?"

Xena shrugged.  "You know me.  I never stay in one place very long.  Why?"

"Well, it's just…I was wondering…that is, we're planning on getting married in the fall and I wanted you to stand up for me…kind of like my best man." 

"Me?"

"Yeah, what do you say?"

*****

Gabrielle sat in front of the window in the loft of the barn, letting the warm sunlight wash over her body.  Why was it that here in the village she'd been born in, surrounded by her family and people she'd grown up with, she'd never felt so lonely.

"Ah, I thought I might find you here." 

Peering over the edge of the loft, she looked down to see her mother.

"Mind if I join you?"

"I'll be right down, Mom."

"Stay where you are."  Hecuba replied, carefully climbing up the ladder.   

Pulling a bail of hay over, she urged her mother to sit.  "How'd you ever find me here?"

"I haven't forgotten all your hiding places.  You used to spend a lot of time up here when you were a girl."

Gabrielle smiled wistfully.  "Yeah, I used to love to look out over the field and dream of faraway places."

"So where have you been dreaming of today?"

"Nowhere…just thinking."

A hint of concern shone in Hecuba's eyes.  "Gabby, I couldn't help noticing that you've seemed a little distant since you've come home.  Is everything okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Hecuba cupped her daughter's chin and looked into her eyes.  "You don't look fine to me."

Gabrielle glanced away.  "I am.  Really.  It's just--" She smiled wistfully and took her mother's hand.  "Things aren't turning out exactly as I had planned."

"What things?"

"I don't know.  Life, I guess."  She picked up a piece of straw and split it in half.  "You know, even after all this time, I still don't fit in here."

"That's not true," Hecuba insisted.  "You fit in fine.  It's just that you approach things a little differently, that 's all."  She laid a comforting hand on her daughter's arm.  "Can you imagine what a boring place this world would be if we were all the same?  Being your own person isn't such a bad thing."

Gabrielle shook her head doubtfully.  "Isn't it?  I watch you and Lila…how close you've become…and I realize what a disappointment I must be."

Hecuba took her daughter's hands.  "You've been a lot of things, Gabrielle, but never a disappointment."  She released a heavy sigh before continuing.  "You know, Lila and I spend a lot of time together.  We're similar.  We both have simple needs.  It's different for you.  Even as a child you were always looking for excitement, striving for something more."  She laughed as she thought back. 

Gabrielle looked at her curiously.  "What is it?"

"I was remembering you as a toddler.  You couldn't get where you wanted to be fast enough.  You went straight from crawling to running."  She smiled as she watched her daughter's cheeks flush.  "Your enthusiasm for life is special.  It's true that you and Lila are different.  But you know something?  I wouldn't have it any other way.  I admire your tenacity.  You know what you want and go after it."

The blonde released a heavy sigh.  "Not anymore.  For the first time in my life, I don't have a clue.  I only know something's missing."

"Is that why you came home early for the wedding?  

Gabrielle shrugged.  "I guess I hoped coming back to my roots would give me a new perspective…help me figure things out.  Instead, I'm more confused than ever.  I feel so restless.  I--" She shook her head in frustration, not knowing how to explain.

"Give yourself time.  You'll find your way eventually."

She turned to face her mother.  "Do you ever feel that you gave up your dreams by settling down and raising a family?"

Hecuba's eyes sparkled affectionately.  "Honey, that was my dream."  She smiled softly.  "I know compared to your life that must seem dull, but it's everything I've ever wanted.  I love your father dearly.  It's given me great joy watching you girls grow into strong-minded women.  Just knowing that I played some small part in that means a lot to me."

"Do you think that's what's missing in my life?  Settling down…having children?"

"Only you can answer that." 

She met her mother's eyes.  "How did you know that Dad was the one…the one you wanted to spend your life with?"

"I just knew.  When I first saw your father, the most incredible sensations swept over me."  Hecuba smiled as she remembered.  "At first, it was a little scary to feel so much."  She looked into her daughter's eyes.  "Opening your heart to someone can be a vulnerable feeling.  But I can tell you, when you finally find the right one, it's worth the risk." 

"I hope it's like that for me…that I know when I've found the 'right one'," the bard said wistfully. 

"You will, you'll see.  Love has a way of coming along when you least expect it."

"What if it already has and I'm missing it?"

Hecuba cast her daughter a concerned glance.  "Gabby, about this man from the tavern--" She hesitated then awkwardly continued.  "Just how serious have things gotten between you?"

The bard rolled her eyes.  "I'd forgotten how fast news travels here."

"Honey," Hecuba began, trying to tread softly.  "I…uh…I've heard things about him."  Her brow furrowed.  "I know he's very attractive and I'm sure you find him quite…a--appealing.  But are you sure he's the kind of young man you should be seeing?"

The irony of her mother's question nearly made her laugh out loud.  If only she could feel sexual attraction toward Ryder, but the only hint of real desire she'd ever experienced was in her sleep, where faceless entities drew her interest.  "Mom, we're just friends.  There's nothing going on between us," she assured.  "I feel comfortable with him, that's all.  I know it's hard for you to understand that we would have anything in common, but in a way, we're both kind of outcasts." 

"Why would you feel like an outcast?  This is your home.  We love you."

"I know you do."  But even as she said the words, deep in her heart she doubted them.  What would her mother think if she could read her thoughts, if she knew about her strange dreams?

*****

Xena sat on her bed and looked out at the sun peering over the horizon.  She had laid awake most of the night trying to decide if she should go to Gabrielle and tell her the truth.  It wasn't simply fear that kept her from it but guilt too.  This was a lot to dump on her friend's shoulders.  In a way, she'd be forcing the bard to make some difficult choices.  But what alternative did she have?  She simply could not go on pretending.  When all was said and done, she knew her mother was right.  She owed Gabrielle the truth. 

Packing up her few belongings, she headed downstairs.

As she hit the landing, she smelled the rich aroma of stew.  Pushing open the kitchen door, she expected to see her mother hard at work.  Instead, she was surprised to see her brother stirring the pot. "Morning, Toris, you're up early."

"Yeah, thought I'd do a little cooking."

"Smells good.  What is it?"

He turned and winked.  "Mom's stew…without carrots."

Xena smiled wryly.  "Maybe there's hope for you yet."

"Smart-ass."  He motioned toward the table.  "Sit down and give it a try."

She slung her saddlebags over her shoulder.  "Can't, I'm headed out." 

"So soon?"

She nodded.

"Where to this time?"

"Poteidaia…then, who knows?"

"But you'll be back for the wedding, right?"

"You can count on it."  She reached into her bag and set a coin purse on the table.

He picked it up.  "What's this?"

"The dinars your drunken friends gave me to get the witch to remove her spell.  Will you see they get it?"

He tossed it back to her.  "Why don't you keep it just in case you run across her?" 

"Don't tell me you still believe the women are bewitched."

"No, but a few of the others do…and besides, in a way, I feel as if I kind of owe her."

Xena tucked the pouch into her pack.  "Seems a waste of hard-earned money, but if that's what you want."

"It's what they wanted.  And who knows," he winked.  "Maybe she'll lead you to the man of your dreams."

"Now that would really be a miracle," she quipped.  "Hey, have you seen Mother around this morning?"

He pointed toward the door.  "She's outside, hanging clothes."

"Great, I'll catch her on my way out."  She reached out to shake his hand.  "Guess I'll be seeing you in the fall, then."

Toris smiled.  "Yeah, but don't feel that you have to wait that long."  He paused, holding her hand an extra beat before releasing it.  "Take care of yourself, huh?"

She nodded.  "You too."  Pushing the door open, she headed toward the barn.

Cyrene turned from the clothesline as she heard the side door bang closed.  It was so reminiscent of the young girl she'd known so many years ago that she had to smile.  "Leaving for Poteidaia?"

Xena nodded.

"Good to see you taking your own advice."

The warrior shrugged.  "For what it's worth."

"It's true that you've never been one to choose the easy path, but this time I think you've chosen the right one."

"I hope so," she replied somberly.  "The last thing I want to do is hurt her."

"Of all people, I guess that I don't need to tell you that life is full of risk.  But I believe this one is well worth it.  I've learned precious little in my life, but the one thing I do know is that when all is said and done, the joy that comes from loving and being loved is worth any price you have to pay."

Xena smiled.  "Sounds like something Gabrielle would say."

Cyrene winked.  "Wise woman, that one."

"Maybe too wise to want…" Her voice trailed off, the thought too painful to complete.

Cyrene laid her hand on her daughter's arm, drawing her eyes.  "Xena, I want you to promise me something."  She paused to emphasize just how much the request meant to her.  "If Gabrielle decides to stay in Poteidaia, don't go off by yourself.  Come home, at least for a while.  We're your family and we care about you."

The warrior remained silent, a rush of emotion washing over her. 

"Do I have your word?"

Xena nodded, not sure if the tightness in her chest would allow her to speak.  "I promise." 

Pulling her daughter to her, Cyrene hugged her warmly. 

For the first time since she was a child, Xena relaxed in her embrace. 

Cyrene reluctantly released her and watched her walk toward the barn. 

After just a few steps the warrior turned.  "Mom?"

The older woman's eyes filled with tears.  "Yes, Xena?"

"Thanks…for everything." 

Mounting Argo, the warrior pressed the mare as if her life depended on it, not allowing either of them much rest until she had reached the outskirts of Poteidaia.

*****