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    The Chosen's Prerogative

     
    Ephiny hurried through the door. “Queen Gabrielle, Xena, good morning. I’m sorry to disturb you, but there’s been an incident at the council’s hut. The scroll has disappeared from the wall.”
     
    “Scroll? Xena’s scroll, the one with the details for the punishment?”
     
    “Yes, my Queen. As you know, it was hanging on the back wall of the council’s hut for everyone to read. When I checked the room during my morning rounds, it was gone. We’ve already searched the hut, and Olica and her staff are checking the library as we speak.”
     
    Both Gabrielle and Xena looked at her as if she had two heads, but before they could think of anything to ask or say Solari spoke up. “I think I may have an answer for the missing scroll, my Queen, but it’s hard to explain. Come to the sweating hut. There’s something you have to see.”
     
    “Don’t play the mystery woman, Sol, just tell us.”
     
    “You have to see it with your own eyes, Eph. You won’t believe it otherwise.”
     
    Gabrielle effectively ended the conversation by leaving the hut and starting out towards the sweating hut turned prison.
     
    When the four friends entered the hut, they found the cage gone. In its place on the floor was silvery armour, matching Xena’s bracers. The breastplate was a perfect reproduction of her old brass armour. The back protection was different; the central piece consisting of a flat surface between the shoulder blades, descended in a gentle curve almost to the waist. From there the familiar pattern stretched over the shoulders. The strands of steel were subtly curved, thus ensuring a perfect fit. At least that’s what Xena thought by just looking at it. There also were shin protectors and metal bands for the upper arms.
     
    The missing scroll was lying next to the armour pieces. It was unscrolled, and there was a broad line crossing the writing on it from the upper right to the lower left corner. At the bottom, a few additional lines had been added.
     
    Xena!
     
    Justice is satisfied. Zeus has agreed to put an end to your punishment. Use this chance for a new life to your advantage.
    You did well in defending my people and my Chosen. The armour is a gift from Aphrodite and Hephaestus, made of the steel of your cage. It doesn’t have any special powers, but it won’t be as easily dented as your old one. See it as a joining gift of sorts. I’m looking forward to the harvest solstice.
     
    Artemis
     
     
     
    THE END
     
     
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