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    Barbarian … Queen … Priestess

    Chapter Five

    A New Weapon, A Secret Revealed

    Xena's mind was in turmoil. She wanted the evil priestess away, completely away, from Gabrielle and her son, but she didn't want to go back to her old warrior ways, either.

    "If I agree, and I'm not saying that I am, I want you to promise me something."

    "What."

    "King Belos' lands, Amphipolis, and Poteidaia will never be attacked by ANY army, not even yours."

    "Well, I don't know. That kind of defeats the whole taking-over-the-world concept if everything isn't taken over."

    "Then we don't have anything to talk about."

    "You sure drive a hard bargain," Ares said, sounding as if Xena had gotten the better of him. "Okay. As much as I hate to admit it, you've got me. I agree, those three will be spared."

    "How do I know you'll keep your word?"

    "Now that hurt! You don't think you can trust me?"

    "Not as far as I can throw you."

    Ares chuckled. "You're tough! But I like that! Okay, how about a little something to seal the bargain? Sort of a good-faith token?"

    "Such as?"

    "Such as this."

    Ares materialized a weapon unlike anything Xena had ever seen before.

    It was a flat, circular ring encrusted with precious stones, seemingly made of two separate metals bonded together.

    "Careful!" Ares warned as he handed it to her. "It's very sharp."

    "What do you call it?" Xena asked as she hefted it, feeling its weight and balance. "And how do you use it?"

    "It's called a Chakram. And you throw it."

    "You made this?"

    "No, not me. My very ugly brother, Hephaestus, made it."

    "The gods' own blacksmith, huh? And he just gave it to you?"

    "Well, actually, I borrowed it — okay, I stole it from some temple somewhere. There are two of them, Chakrams, that is, but the other one isn't worth anything."

    "I need to think about this."

    "I wouldn't think too long. There's a good chance you'll end up in the dungeon before the next full moon. And the priestess still has Gabrielle under her control."

    Xena head was reeling. It was just too much too soon. It all sounded so unreal, yet somehow it all made sense.

    "You really were watching me all these years?" she asked.

    "Watching, and guiding. But I have to admit, you exceeded my greatest expectations. You were amazing, outstanding, as a warrior. But now that you've changed . . . ."

    Xena paced, thinking, and absently played with the Chakram. Then she realized something.

    "Why wasn't I affected when that Lorelei cast her spell?"

    "Ah, well, sometimes these things happen."

    "No. These things DON'T just happen! There's more to it than that. There's something you're not telling me. What is it?"

    "It's not important. What IS important is . . . ."

    "No! You tell me! Tell me now, or we most definitely have no deal!"

    Ares breathed a large sigh, stalling. It was obvious he knew something he didn't want Xena to know.

    "That's the way you want it?" Xena exclaimed, running out of patience. "Fine with me. Here's your toy. It's getting late, and I need some sleep. Don't stay on my account."

    "Okay! Okay. Keep the Chakram. I'll tell you." Ares took another breath, trying to decide where to begin.

    "There was another reason I was watching you. Haven't you ever wonder why you have the fighting skills no one else does? Why you're able to leap as high as you can? Why your strength is so much more than it should be? Why your wounds heal so quickly?"

    "At first I did, I think. After a while I guess I just took everything for granted. They were just there. Why? IS there a reason I should wonder?"

    "Well, it's no secret that sometimes when one of us gods finds a mortal woman we think is particularly attractive that we disguise ourselves as mortal men so we can — have our way with them. Not to be naming names or anything, but your real father was — one of us."

     

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