"Milos! Look at me." Gabrielle put out both hands, palms up. And from her hands arose two, then three, then four, pomegranate sized orbs of fire, which began to spin and dance in the air. After a short while, the four merged into one.

"Give me your hand," Gabrielle told Milos. Shakily, he extended his hand. Gabrielle took it by the wrist and turned it palm up. The fiery orb slowly lowered onto his hand. Then fingers of flame began to weave in and out of his fingers.

"It doesn’t burn," he said in wonderment.

"That’s because I am a goddess. And just as I didn’t let the fire harm you, there is nothing outside that I will let hurt you. Now, will you take us to your farm?"

Unable to speak, Milos only nodded.

As Xena and Gabrielle followed Milos, who spent as much time watching the skies as he did the trail, Xena leaned down to Gabrielle and asked, "Where’d you learn that little trick with the fireball."

"I don’t know, it just came to me. Pretty nifty, huh?"

"Yep, I have to admit, that was pretty nifty."

Eventually they approached Milos’ farm. "See?" He said as he pointed to the middle of his wheat field. "See the markings?"

Try as they may, neither woman could see what he was pointing at.

"Any chance of making us some light?" Xena asked.

Once again Gabrielle produced three fireballs. And as they ascended higher and higher, they grew larger, and the orange color change to yellow and then to white. Soon the field was lit up as if it were midday. And in the middle of the field, which was still green with unripened wheat, was a large, circular depression of brown, dead vegetation, five times the length of Argo, and knee deep.

"It looks as if something large and heavy was set down here," Xena noted. Suddenly, Milos cried out, "Look! Look there! It has happened again!"

When they got to where Milos was pointing, they saw that a cow had been butchered.

"I don’t understand," Gabrielle said. "Someone has cut this animal open, mutilated it, and pulled out all the entrails, but no meat has been taken. It’s as if someone was just — looking at what’s inside it."

"You say this has happened before?" Xena asked Milos.