Gabrielle, Goddess of . . . .

 "But Xena, I don’t WANT to be a god."

 "You mean a goddess."

 "Whatever. I don’t know HOW to be a god, goddess, whatever I am."

 "Gabrielle, I can’t think of anyone who would make a BETTER goddess. Think of all the good you can do, all the good that you’ve been wanting to do. Now’s your chance."

 "But Xena, I don’t know what kind of powers I have."

 "Well, you didn’t do such a terrible job starting the campfire."

 "Of course not! If you want a campfire as big around as Argo is long."

 "So it started out a bit too large, it’s not so bad now."

 "But that’s my point! Not only do I NOT know what other powers I have, but I can’t even control the one I know about!"

 "Give it some time. Go slowly. You’ll get the hang of it."

 "So what happens in the meantime – my fireballs burn down everything within a thousand paces?"

 "I told you, go slowly. Look, try this – point one finger up in the air, and make just a small, thin shaft of fire shoot out."

 Gabrielle did as she was instructed, her right index finger pointed up at the stars, and they both waited for something to happen. And they waited, and waited.

 "Well," Xena said. "Do something."

 "Like what? What do I do?"

 "I don’t know. Give your finger a little jog. Aim at the moon, maybe that will help."

 Gabrielle looked up at the gibbous moon and gave her arm a little jerk toward it. Immediately a shaft of pure orange fire as big around as her arm was streaming up toward the moon, higher and higher and higher.

 "Xena!" Gabrielle shouted at her friend, "What do I do now? How do I stop it?"

 "How should I know? You’re the goddess. Blow it out!"

 In desperation, Gabrielle blew on the end of her finger, and — the flame disappeared.

 "How about that?" Xena commented.

 "See, Xena, I don’t know how to control it. You’re the one who should have the powers, not me."

 "You’re the one that dying sorceress gave the wine to."

 "But all I did was give her a drink of water. I didn‘t know the goblet of wine she offered contained the essence of Ambrosia. I thought I was just comforting a dying old woman."