They all dropped to a knee as Xena approached. Her honor guard split off and moved to either side of the ramp, turning and coming to attention. Xena waved a hand casually at them as they started up the ramp, where Alaran was standing and waiting for them at the top of.
Gabrielle about finished her pastry on the way up, saving the last bit and offering it to Xena as they reached where the security chief was standing. The queen chuckled, and accepted it, again removing it neatly from Gabrielle’s fingers.
“Mistress.” Alaran gave them an indulgent look. “The men await, as you requested.”
“Good.” Xena swallowed her mouthful, and licked a pastry flake off her lips. “Let’s go.” She removed her arm from around Gabrielle’s shoulders and twitched her gown straight, waiting for Alaran to walk before her and following him to a small platform off the main scaffolding.
Gabrielle followed, her shoulders feeling much lighter, and colder. The pastry had been very good, though, and the entire interlude seemed to have helped her headache. She walked along the wooden planking after Xena, easing between two sets of posts and down two crude steps to a small square area just above where the troops were assembling.
There were a great many men standing near the platform, hundreds of them all dressed in dark colored furs and armor, with weapons clutched in hands or strapped across backs. They wore helms, most battered from long use, and carried shields likewise marked.
Like her, all of them also wore tabards in black, with the gold hawk’s head on them. She saw the front rank of soldiers glance up at her, then look at Xena, apparently accepting her presence without question. It was a very odd feeling.
“Hello, boys.” Xena leaned against the wooden support holding the platform up.
A yell went up, at first formless, then recognizable as Xena’s name. Gabrielle almost covered her ears in reflex it was so loud. She glanced past the gathered soldiers, to the other side of the platform where Bregos was meeting with his men. More than one had their head turned around watching.
“Beautiful day for fighting, isn’t it? Not like some of the times we had in the field.” Xena said, to a response of wry chuckles, and a few yells. “Just wanted you to know I’ve got quite a few dinars riding on you lot today. You know I hate losing.”
“No chance, Gen’rl!” One of the men in the front row yelled.
They were all watching Xena. Gabrielle took the time to watch all of them, seeing mostly rugged, mostly older faces, some with visible scars. These were seasoned warriors, and the look she saw in their eyes when they looked at the queen was, in her youthful and humble opinion, the real thing. These men admired Xena. The thought made Gabrielle feel a lot better, since she’d started almost to believe that no one in the place was on Xena’s side.
These guys were.
“Tell you what.” Xena called out to them. “Whoever wins the field in single combat… you’ll get a year’s ransom for it.”
Wild yells.
“And when you do win today.. you’ll all get something special for me.” Xena added. “So go out there and kick their asses!”
The men thrust their weapons into the air, and shouted. “Xena! Xena! Xena!!!” So loudly, the wooden platform actually shook. Xena lifted a hand in acknowledgement, then she turned and headed for the steps up to her seats.
Gabrielle joined her. “What are you going to give them if they win?” She asked curiously.
“You.” Xena replied. Then she looked down at her. “Just kidding.”
Got her again. Gabrielle exhaled. She saw Bregos leaving his men, and walking up to join them on the very top platform which bore Xena’s throne, and was covered in thick carpet. The stands and the fields were filling, and there was humanity as far as her eye could see. As she climbed up after Xena, she could now also see the battlefield before them.
It was a rolling field, with hillocks scattered over it. There were wooden structures on either side, and fresh pits dug into the earth.
She could smell the dark soil, and the grass. The wind was cool in her face, and the sun splashed over her shoulders to spill out over the field. Gabrielle shifted, and looked at Xena, who was standing next to her in front of the throne.
The queen’s eyes were on the battlefield. Her hands flexed into fists. For an unguarded moment, as the troops started moving out into the grass, a look of pained loss crossed her face.
It made Gabrielle wonder.
**
Xena settled into her throne, stifling a wince as the sword under her robe pressed against her arrow wound. The pain annoyed her far more than it’s physical discomfort, however, because it meant she couldn’t properly enjoy the day’s fighting and that frankly really pissed her off.
“Lovely day for it, eh, Majesty?” Brego was seated on a smaller chair next to her, his boots resting on the rich, thick carpet that had been laid over the wood surface. “Thought we’d have to slog it through mud, but the rains just stopped in good time.”
“I was looking forward to sitting here in the freezing rain.” Xena remarked. “Sunshine is so damn boring.” She crossed her ankles and laced her fingers together, reviewing the battleground idly. Bregos men outnumbered hers, she knew, and she watched their well ordered maneuvering as they placed themselves across the field for the start of the battle.
Bregos looked over to where the ranks of the nobles were sitting, on comfortable padded benches with servants attending them. “Lot of dinars being passed.”
“I certainly hope so.”
He looked at her, not expecting the comment. “Some will surely end up being disappointed, Majesty.”
“Only if they bet wrong.” Xena chuckled, deep and low in her throat.
“Just so.” Bregos agreed softly, leaning back in his chair. His eyes fell on the quietly watching Gabrielle who was seated cross-legged at Xena’s feet. “A new member of your household, Majesty?”
Xena idly stroked Gabrielle’s fair hair, which was soft and somewhat silky in texture. “Something like that.” She agreed. “Gabrielle has proven herself a very charming and talented addition to my quarters.” Her attention shifted to Bregos, catching the cool, speculative look on his face.
“Unusual eyes.” The general commented. “Has she come to… misfortune? I see she is bruised, Majesty.”
The veiled accusation almost earned him an elbow that very well might have broken his jaw. Instead, Xena merely chuckled again. “Stop by the gate.. “ She checked the sun overhead. “After lunch, perhaps.”
Gabrielle leaned her head against the queen’s chair, blinking a little in the bright sunlight. Her ribs were tender and very sore, and her head still ached a little. The pressure of Xena’s fingers against her scalp was, however, curiously comforting.
Seeing Bregos at close quarters only confirmed her opinion about him. Gabrielle remembered a man, a merchant in Potadeia who had been a lot like him. Outwardly steadfast and jolly, a pillar of the community who was really stealing dinars from everyone and making tryst with other’s wives behind their backs.
Slimy.
She hoped Xena was very careful. She wished she could get to Toris, and tell him how wrong he was… how foolish the slaves were for putting their fragile hopes on this man.
A horn sounded.
“Here we go.” Xena remarked. She observed one of the battle squires trotting up towards her platform, holding a large, red square of fabric. She stood up as he reached her, and accepted the flag, tapping him on the top of the head with it before she lifted her arms and the banner high.
The men on the field shouted.
Xena stood for a moment, aware of all the eyes on her, and also, aware of exactly how exposed she appeared to be. Any decent crossbowman near the edge of the field, or a longbowman a little further out could hit her.
It amused her to stand there, presenting a target, and seeing if anyone dared to take a shot. Behind her, she heard Bregos shift in his chair. Was he signaling someone?
Was he going to take a shot himself? Xena knew she had guards behind her, but anyone could be bought.
“Be careful, sir. There’s a bump there, in front of you.”
Xena heard Gabrielle’s voice, slightly louder than it needed to be, and she smiled grimly. Almost anyone.
“Thanks, girl.” Brego’s voice came back, annoyance tinging it. “Was just stretching out me knee.”
With a flourish, Xena dropped the flag down. Then she remained facing outward, watching the first ranks of the soldiers head towards each other, swarming through the pits before she backed the few steps to her chair, and sat down on it.
She looked to her right. Gabrielle was watching Bregos with as dangerous a look as her cute face could manage. Xena reached out and brushed her knuckles against the girls’ cheek. Gabrielle looked quickly up at her, and she winked, smiling slightly.
Alaran appeared on the platform, and walked over to kneel as her side. “Mistress…”
Xena looked over Gabrielle’s head at him. Her chief of security’s eyes went to Bregos’ profile, then returned to her face. Xena smiled at him. Then she turned her head and her attention to the field. The front lines were charging towards each other in the first clash of the battle.
Without a word, Alaran rose and stepped behind her throne, resting one hand on the back of it as he settled into watchful stillness.
Gabrielle leaned her elbows on her knees, her heartbeat still rattling in her chest. When Bregos had gotten up, and looked at Xena’s unprotected back, she’d felt sure he was going to do something to her. His face had been dark, and ugly, although he had no weapons in his hands.
And the look he’d given her when she’d called out. Gabrielle shivered. She could almost feel the danger all around her. As she looked down at the chaos of the battlefield, she wondered which place was really more hazardous.
It was hard to see what was really going on. Two lines of men were clashing right then, on horses. She could hear the screams of the animals, and the yells of the men, and as she watched, she saw the bright flash of sunlight on weapons.
Were they really trying to kill each other? She suddenly wondered. Was she about to see… oh gods. Gabrielle turned her head and leaned against the chair, feeling sick to her stomach. The image of the two men, one swinging a huge round weapon on a pole and hitting the other imprinted on her mind. The second man had been thrown to one side, and collapsed, limp on the ground.
“Hey.” Xena gave her a tug on the ear.
Reluctantly, Gabrielle lifted her head and looked up at her. “Are they all going to die?” She whispered, gazing into Xena’s pale eyes. “For a game?”
“Die?” Xena’s eyebrows lifted, and she looked quickly at the field, then back at Gabrielle. “Those guys? Not unless they’re far more careless and stupid than they should be. The rule is to disable your opponent, not kill em. The men know the tricks. You get hit on the helm, you go down, stay down, that kinda thing. Why?”
Gabrielle let out a sigh of relief.
“Did you really think I’d let the entire army croak out there?” Xena seemed incredulous.
“I didn’t know what to think.” Gabrielle answered. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.”
“Ah.” The queen put a hand on her head and rotated it, forcing her to look at the field. “Lemme give you a clue. See those buildings?” She pointed at the structures. “Six on each side. Each army’s gotta capture the ones of the other, and put their flag up on it. First side to capture the other’s points wins.”
“Oh.” Gabrielle now could see the entrenched men around each structure. The two big lines of troops in the front were struggling to gain ground, inching back and forth. “So… the people on the horses kind of make a hole, and then the other guys go through?”
“You got it.” Xena agreed. “Now watch. The front six guys over there, see how they’re forming up like that?” She said. “They’re gonna blow a gap in the line, and then those men behind them’ll go into that hole, and split to either side, coming at the enemy from behind.”
“Oh!” Gabrielle watched as the horses charged. The riders had long shields, and they smashed into the struggling men near the trenches, knocking aside some of the enemy riders and bowling over the men on foot. The breaching riders had big round things on sticks and as they went through, they bopped the enemy on the head with them, sending loud clangs over the battlefield. “But that must hurt!”
“Well, it is war.” Xena remarked. “Don’t worry. They like pain.”
“Damn you! Watch them!” Bregos yelled suddenly, clutching the arms of his chair.
Xena chuckled. “You’ve lost the line, Bregos. Sloppy. Very sloppy.” She watched as a legion of foot soldiers poured through the gap, the riders holding open enough space for them to barrel through. They sectioned off as they did, half going one way and half going the other. They ran at top speed through the mud and attacked Brego’s line from behind. “Hah!”
“Fools.” Bregos teeth were grinding. Gabrielle could actually hear them from where she was. She studied the fighting soldiers, wincing as their weapons hit, sure that at least some of them were getting hurt in the process. Sure enough, Bregos’ captains sounded a horn, and the struggling fighters started to retreat towards the first of the fortified structures.
Xena’s plan, it seemed was working. She watched the queen’s face as she grinned, her hands restlessly clenching and releasing on the arms of the chair. “Did you used to do this?” Gabrielle asked her.
Xena went still briefly, then glance at her. “Yeah.” She admitted. “A lot better than he does.” She indicated the fuming Bregos. “Bregos! Your advance scouts – are they blind? Look at that!” She lifted her hand and pointed, to where a party of men disappeared under an ambush. “What farm did you find these sheep on?” She added derisively.
“Bloody Hades.” Bregos leaped to his feet. “Your pardon, Majesty. I must speak with my captains. They go far too softly on your men!!!” He strode to the edge of the platform and thundered down the steps, whisking aside his cape as he brushed past some of the seated nobility.
“Ah.” Xena leaned back. “Now it smells better up here, don’t you agree?”
“Mistress, have a care of his anger.” Alaran murmured. “He could instruct his men to disregard the battle rules.”
Xena nodded. “Go down and pass the word.” She told the security chief. “If Bregos’ jackasses draw mortal blood, all bets are off and they have my permission to get lethal on them.”
Alaran hesitated. “Majesty, you are very exposed here.” He protested softly. “And the guards…”
“Relax.” Xena gave him a shove towards the steps. “Gabrielle’ll protect me. G’wan.”
Reluctantly, Alaran left the platform, giving all the guards a hard look before he vanished down the steps.
It was quiet for a bit after he left, as they watched the battle progress. The men had settled in behind the first of Bregos fortifications, and Xena’s men were planning an attack.
“I don’t think I would really be able to protect you much.” Gabrielle said.
Xena laughed softly. “Alaran forgets I’m more than capable of protecting myself.” She said. “In fact, a lot of people seemed to have forgotten that.” The humorous tone faded and went darker. “I’m thirsty. Go over to that second level over there and get a skin from that vendor.” She told Gabrielle.
Gabrielle got up and straightened her black tunic, then she started for the edge of the platform. Halfway there she stopped, and turned. “Um..”
Xena flipped something towards her. “There. Though if you told him it was for me, you wouldn’t pay for it. Don’t tell him.”
Gabrielle caught the coin and tucked it into her fist as she continued on her way. She scrambled down from the platform and spotted the vendor Xena had indicated, turned away from her watching the battle. There were several other people milling around, and she could feel a sense of excitement starting to build as Xena’s men launched their attack.
“He’s letten em think they’ve got im.”
“Tricky, he is. He’ll sneak right round the back next.”
“No way the general’l let his boys lose this one. No way.”
Gabrielle tapped the wine vendor on the shoulder. “Excuse me.”
The man, who had said the last words, turned. “Eh? Wh.. ah! Pardon m’lady!” He looked around nervously. “Didn’t see you coming atall! Atall… what can I get for you?”
“One of those, please.” Gabrielle pointed at the wineskins hanging from his shoulder.
He unhooked one and handed it over. “There you go, m’lady. Two dinars, if you please.”
Gabrielle handed over the coin and waited patiently as he studied it with widened eyes. After a moment, he fumbled in his belt pouch and made her change, handing it back to her with shaking hands. She took the coins. “Thanks.”
“You.. let me know ifn’ the wine’s not t’your liking, m’lady.” The vendor blinked at her.
“Okay.” Gabrielle nodded, backing away a few steps before she turned and started back to the rough hewn stairway. She’d reached it and put out a hand to start climbing when she heard her name whispered urgently.
“Gabrielle!”
She stopped and looked around, then looked under the platform. She could see a pair of pale eyes looking back at her. “Toris?” She whispered back. “Is that you?”
“Shh.” Toris cautiously poked his head out from under the wooden supports. “I’m not supposed to be here. I came over to see if I could catch you before…”
“Before what?” Gabrielle eased to one side, and leaned against the supports, hiding him from casual view.
He looked dirty, tired, and desperate. “I can’t tell you anything.” He warned. “You’re too close to her, and I can’t risk her finding out.. more people might die.”
“More people?”
“Shh. Just listen to me. I need to know something, Gabrielle. I need to know if… if I come and ask you to do something, can I count on you to do it?”
“What is it?”
“I can’t tell you.”
Gabrielle looked at him. “Is it against her?”
He didn’t answer at once. “She killed your sister in front of your eyes, Gabrielle. Remember that. Remember her screaming. Remember that. Go to the gate and see what’s left of Malcom. Ask her what it felt like to cut his eyeballs out.”
Gabrielle stared at him, feeling a queasy clenching in her guts.
Toris grabbed her arm. “If I come and ask you, can I count on you, Gabrielle??” He asked, in a fierce tone.
After a frozen moment, Gabrielle’s hand covered his, and she looked intently into his eyes. “No.”
His face twitched, and he bared his teeth. “Then you’ll die with her, Gabrielle. You’ll die, just like your sister did.”
“Then I will.” Gabrielle replied. “I’ve come so close to death so often lately it doesn’t really matter much anymore. But you listen to me, Toris.” It was her turn to grab him, and she did. “You’re on the wrong side. It might be YOU who dies.”
He pulled free, and laughed, but it didn’t sound convincing. “Goodbye, Gabrielle. I’m sorry.” He gave her one last look, and ducked under a support, disappearing into the darkness below the platforms.
Gabrielle exhaled and clenched her shaking hands. She straightened and put a hand back up on the ladder, only to gasp as it was caught and held.
Alaran was standing there. He studied her for a moment, then he smiled. “Let me give you a hand up, little one.” He said. “And you can tell me all about your friend.”
“He’s not my friend.” Gabrielle whispered.
“No, he’s not.” The security chief agreed. “From your view. But from my view, he did you a great favor.” He started to climb, and waited for her to join him. “He answered the questions I had about whether such a charming young lady such as yourself who has taken care to get so very close to my Mistress might turn into a bed asp to bite her.”
Gabrielle felt herself pulled up the ladder and onto the upper platform. She looked across the wooden surface, to where Xena was seated in her throne, watching them.
“Mistress.” Alaran greeted her, as they walked over.
Gabrielle handed Xena both the wineskin and her change, and sat down on the carpet next to her, feeling sick and confused.
“Did they approach her?” Xena asked.
“Most certainly, Mistress.” Alaran said.
Gabrielle lifted her head and looked at Xena.
“And?”
Alaran sighed, but removed a belt pouch from his belt and handed it to her. “Mistress, I should know better than to wager against your judgement.”
“Yes, you should.” Xena lazily dropped the pouch on the carpet next to Gabrielle. “Satisfied now?”
Alaran ducked his head at her, then he turned as his name was called. A liveried man was at the edge of the platform, motioning at him with some urgency. “Pardon, Majesty.”
Xena flicked her fingers at him. She waited for Alaran to leave with the soldier before she turned and regarded Gabrielle. “Thanks.”
Totally out of her depth, Gabrielle could only look at her.
A loud roar went up. Xena stood and paced to the front of the platform, peering out over the field. She lifted a hand and let out her own yell, as a yellow and black banner went up over Bregos’ first structure. Then she turned and came back, taking her seat and leaning against the chair arm.
Gabrielle rubbed her temples. “That was all a trick?” She murmured. “Just to see if I…”
“No.” Xena cut her off. “Alaran was the one who needed proof. I didn’t.”
“Did you really cut someone’s eyes out?”
Xena sat back. “Yes, I did.” She said. “And I cut his hand off, and I gutted him and left him to die on the gates.” She pulled the stopper out of the wineskin and took a sip. “I enjoyed doing it.”
Chilled, Gabrielle gazed out over the battlefield, where now the men were grouping around a second structure. She spotted Bregos entering the field, riding his horse. He shouted at his men, and rode towards the besieged structure. His troops spotted him and cheered, and a resounding cheer also went up from the watchers.
“Now he’ll give em a kick in the ass, and if he’s lucky, they’ll fight to a standstill and I’ll have to fight him to break the tie.” Xena remarked. “Or if he’s not, he’ll lose and I’ll offer to fight him to save his honor.” She said. “Either way, he’s mine.”
“What if his men win?”
“They won’t.” Xena told her. “He has more men, but I kept the smart ones.”
“What if he wins if you fight?”
“He won’t.” Xena whispered.
“But you’re hurt…”
“It doesn’t matter.” The queen gazed at the battlefield. “I can feel his life in my hands.”
Slowly, Gabrielle slumped against the throne. She’d made her choice, and in her heart she hoped it was the right one, no matter what happened out on that field, or… She tipped her head back and looked up at Xena. The queen was watching her, sipping from the wineskin. “Why did you thank me?”
“I hate losing.” Xena said. “Every time I’ve trusted someone up to now, I’ve lost.” Her face twitched into a brief grin. “It was nice to win for a change.” She leaned over the throne arm and caught Gabrielle’s chin, drawing her face up and kissing her gently on the lips. “So thanks.”
And in that moment, Gabrielle found her heart and lost her soul. It happened quickly, between one breath and the next, and as Xena pulled away from her and their eyes met, all she could do was hope the gods weren’t laughing too hard at her.
Surely the Fates were.
**
Part 7
It wasn’t often she got caught that offguard. Xena blinked, feeling her breath catch in her throat. What have I just gotten into? She found herself unable to break her gaze from Gabrielle’s and as she sat there, she seemed to go deeper and deeper into that wide open regard. Then the crowd noise broke in, and she regained control of what she was doing. She managed to ease her face into a wry grin, and gave Gabrielle’s nose a tweak, before she sat back in her throne and pretended to watch the fighting.
After a moment, though, she glanced back at Gabrielle. The girl had leaned her head against the throne again, and her hand was curled around the support, it’s thumb rubbing gently against the wood. Her eyes were open, but even Xena could see they were unfocused, and the barest hint of a smile was tensing the skin on either side of her mouth.
Xena took a deep breath and tried to steady her heartbeat. Her body’s very unexpected reaction to what she’d considered nothing more than an offhand gesture started and worried her. After all, Gabrielle was just a slave, just a… Xena’s fingers twitched, half curling. Damn, she wanted to do it again. Slave or no slave, she couldn’t brush off her attraction to the blond girl seated at her side much longer. Her entire body was tingling with it, and of all the damned inconvenient times…
Damn it, Xena. Get your head on straight. She mental savaged herself. You’re in the middle of a fight for your damn throne! Forget about the damn kid!
Gabrielle chose that moment to lifted her head and rest her chin on the chair arm, her eyes shyly studying Xena’s face. Xena looked back at her. “What?” She asked, wryly feeling the surrender that cascaded over her. “You’re not going to ask me why I did that, are you?”
Gabrielle shook her head.
“Will wonders never cease.” Xena said.
“I.. um.” There was a distinctly husky note in Gabrielle’s voice that made Xena’s ears prick. “I thought it was all part of the act.” She paused. “Right?”
Xena rolled the thought over. Easy out. Good choice. Besides, she really wasn’t interested in a poor little peasant girl was she? From some backwater mud and wattle village on the back end of nowhere? Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she half smiled. “Did you like it?” She asked.
Gabrielle blinked. “What?”
Xena grasped one of her ears and examined it. “Did you like being kissed?” She asked. “Yes? No? Do I have to explain what that is? You only had experience with sheep before? What?”
The misty green eyes dropped for a few seconds, then lifted again. “Yes.” She uttered. “I did like it.”
“Good.” Xena leaned back and forced her attention to the field. She got up and paced to the front of the platform, shading her eyes as she watched the new fighting. Bregos had taken charge of his men, and they were fiercely defending the second structure. She calculated that he would retain it, and drive her men back, and she tipped her head back and regarded the sun with a slight frown.
She wanted it over, she realized. She wanted her men to do as they’d been told and battle him to a standstill, so she could go out there and settle the score between them, and get it all over with. Her back hurt, and the mechanations of everyone around her grated on nerves that felt raw and very sensitive at the moment.
On the other hand, she watched two of Bregos men leap over the structure, and land on several of hers in a bold and daring maneuver. On the other hand, going back to her quarters with cute little Gabrielle right at the moment probably wasn’t a good thing either. No matter how big a bastard she, Xena, was, she’d told the kid she didn’t rape slaves, and damn it, Gabrielle wasn’t going to be the first.
Ah. There. Xena watched her men start to retreat, as Brego’s troops howled in triumph. “Now we’re getting somewhere.” She suddenly felt a presence at her back, and turned to find Gabrielle standing next to her, looking at the field. The wind blew her pale hair back, exposing the bandage on her head. Dressed in her familiar colors, she seemed far less a child, and more the complex and damnably interesting person Xena had slowly been discovering.
“Oh!” Gabrielle inhaled. “Look!”
Xena did, seeing two soldiers, one of hers, and one of Bregos facing off in a furious battle near the front of the field. The crowd cheered, and surged closer, excitement rising in the air. This was no mock fight, the two were in deadly earnest and were going after each other with finely honed and drawn longswords. “Mm.”
“I thought you said it was all just a game?”
Xena found her lips twisting into a grim smile. “It’s never just a game, Gabrielle.” She said. “You put enough boys with enough sharp things in a small space with egos flaring, and you’re gonna get blood.”
As though she’d known it would happen, her man let out a wild, brutal yell and hacked the arm off his opponent, sending a spurt of blood outward in a spray. “Take it.. take it.. “ Xena muttered under her breath, ending in a soft hiss as the soldier took advantage of his reeling opponent and buried his blade into the man’s chest.
Bregos man fell heavily to the ground. Her man stepped on him, and pulled his weapon free, holding it up covered in a red slick.
Bregos army screamed in outrage. Xena’s man turned and pointed his sword at them. “That’s what a coward gets! He ran!”
“Good boy.” Xena said softly.
“You knew… he’d do that?” Gabrielle spoke in a raw whisper.
“I told him to do it.” The queen replied.
Bregos rode towards the man. His face was set with anger. But as he came closer Xena’s men closed ranks around the killer, and several of her horsemen rode to cut Bregos off. “Get to business, general!” Xena yelled. “You’ve got a war on!”
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