Spirit Healer

Description: A young blind woman is a victim of Hera's curse: to be lost in time until a stranger saves her life by giving his own.

Chapter One: The Curse

'Oh gods,' thought Hercules, 'why does this keep happening to me?' He was backed into a corner in the Inn where he and Iolaus had spent the night. Almost frantic with the need to escape, he wondered why Iolaus couldn't be here when Herc needed him. Afterall, this situation was more suited to Iolaus' particular skills than his own. But, Iolaus had headed off to the market to get supplies for their fishing trip and he was stuck here alone. Well, he'd handled situations like this before. He'd just have to handle this one, too. His tan complexion was a little ruddier than usual as he looked down into the soulful, hazel eyes of the innkeeper's young, and too ardent, daughter.

"But, you can't be leaving already! We've barely had a chance to get to know one another...and I'm sure I felt a connection...a spark...didn't you?" she teased as she pushed her voluptuous curves ever closer to this adorable hunk of a man. "I promise, you would enjoy..."

Herc didn't want any more details of what her promise might entail. Raising his hands between them, palms out, to stop her advance, he babbled, "Yes, I'm sure I would enjoy ...the village...everyone here is so...friendly. But, my friend is waiting for me and...and he gets worried if I'm late!" Keeping his hands up as a kind of shield, Herc began edging himself along the wall, out of the corner, toward the door.

"Well, if you must go, promise you'll come back....soon!" she crooned, batting her long, thick lashes to good effect.

"Um, well, sure, of course we'll be back this way...and, I'll, well, I'll look forward to seeing you again, then." Good, he was almost at the door, just one more step and he'd be safe.

Giggling, the young woman took more from his words than he had meant...why did they always do that? Iolaus was always going on about how he needed to be clearer, not worry about hurting their feelings...oops, he thought, as she grabbed hold of his vest with both hands...that momentary lack of concentration is going to cost me! And, she stood on tiptoe to give him a smacking kiss.

"There," she burbled, "You'll have a memory to hold until we see each other again!"

Not trusting his voice, Herc just nodded like an idiot and, with infinite gratitude, took the last step back and out of the door to freedom! Heaving a sigh, thinking, now that it was over, he was glad that Iolaus had not been there to witness his cowardly retreat...he could just imagine the teasing that would go on for days...ah well, time to catch up with Iolaus.

Turning from the doorway, he had hardly taken two steps along the boardwalk, when a woman materialized about ten feet away, stumbling and only retaining her balance by leaning on the staff that she carried.

"What the....?" he muttered as he rubbed his eyes with his hand, wondering if he was imagining things, when looking up again, he saw that four members of Hera's goon squad had materialized around the young woman. Before he could move, one of them shoved the girl, causing her to trip and fall into the dust of the street. It was only a matter of three strides and he had lifted the miscreant by the scruff of the neck, saying "Maybe you should pick on someone your own size!", and then threw him up and over the Inn, to land somewhere out of sight. Without pause, Herc turned on the remaining three, "Okay, who's next?" he invited with a smile, as he reached for the one closest. The goons all took a step back in hesitation...their instructions had been to badger the girl...not to waste time and effort in a fruitless battle. Of one accord, they vanished from sight. Herc gave one self satisfied nod and then bent to help the young woman to her feet.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he steadied her.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine...thank you." She seemed embarrassed, shy. Looking at her closely, Herc saw a chestnut haired beauty, with delicate colouring and the most vibrant green eyes he had ever seen...but, with a pang of sympathy and regret, he could also see that the eyes were blind.

"Where did you come from," he asked, " and why were Hera's pets giving you a hard time?"

Not sure how to answer, she turned her face away. "I...I was just passing through and...and I must go...thanks again for your help." Shyly, she turned back to him, and without looking up, she murmured, "You're very kind...but, really, I must go." She started to turn, as if to leave, when Herc caught her gently by the arm and pulled her back to face him.

"Whoa, hold on a minute...I'd like to help you." He was surprised to see a flash of alarm cross her face. "Wait, you don't understand, I won't hurt you...."

Her body relaxed and she stopped pulling away. "I know...I can tell that you are a compassionate man, that you only wish to help...have helped me. But, I have to leave...they'll be back and she, well, she won't take kindly to your interference."

"She? 'She' as in Hera?" Herc enquired, a thread of steel coming into his voice. "Hera doesn't worry me." Spotting a bench under an olive tree, Herc gently tugged on the girl's arm, to lead her to it. "Come, there's a bench over here. Sit down and tell me what this is all about."

Anna sighed. This one was not going to just let her leave. She could feel his genuine concern and the flash of anger when he spoke of Hera...there must be some history here. Resignedly, she let him guide her to a seat in the shade of the tree.

"Alright, now, I saw you 'flash' into sight from...well, I don't know where from, with those goons on your tail. It was obvious that they were wanting to harass you. So, why don't you tell me you name and why you're running from Hera."

"This is dangerous for you...really...you should just leave me..."

Herc was implacable, "Let me be the judge of that, once I hear your story."

"I...alright...my name is Anna," she said with a sigh. Thinking that perhaps once this stranger heard her story, he would know that he should not get involved, and just wanting to get the story over with and get away, she quickly rushed on, blurting out one detail after another, "I don't really know much about who I am or why Hera hates me so much. My memories are all mixed up...I remember a beautiful woman and a handsome man playing with me in a garden...I remember the woman crying as she handed me to an old woman...I remember being hidden in a wagon and later playing outside a small, wooden cabin when suddenly these horrible, inhuman creatures shaped like men appeared."

'Hera's goon squad', Herc thought and took her hand to give some comfort, sorry to see her eyes blurred with tears.

"One hit the old woman so hard she flew against the wall of the cabin...I think it must have broken her neck...she just crumpled....and then, an old man stumbled from a stable behind the cabin...he had a pitchfork in his hand and he was screaming that I should run...but, I couldn't...I felt frozen. One of the...the creatures had a sword and it knocked the pitchfork out of the man's hands and then he swung the sword and it cut off...." overcome by the shocking and horrible memories of the decapitation, she broke off.

"I'm sorry," murmured Hercules as he brushed the tears from her cheeks. "When did this happen?"

The girl laughed bitterly, "Oh, a long time ago...longer than you can possibly imagine. I was just a child...after they'd killed the old people, the things just stood and looked at me. Then, I heard the most chilling laugh and I looked up and saw these eyes, just floating above me...eyes swirling with the colours of a peacock....She...she said that they couldn't hide me from her forever...but that 'he' would never see me again. She...she cursed me."

"Cursed you? How?"

"She said that she cursed me to wander through time, endlessly, until a stranger gave his life for mine...she cursed me to wander in darkness..." the girl sighed and turned away, "and so, I have been wandering...sometimes these minions of her's show up to make sure no one is befriending me... At first, I didn't understand that I wasn't to have friends...but, they beat the people who were kind to me...so, I've learned to avoid people...avoid any kindness...I can't stand to see others hurt because of me!" She gripped Herc's hand with both of her own as she turned her face back to him, "So, you see, you must let me go...she'll hurt you, please, just let me go."

"Where would you go? What would you do if I just left you?"

She waved a hand vaguely, "Wander...really, I'm fine...I've learned to find my way. Please, go. Now...before it's too late."

Herc studied her young, tear streaked face, so sincere, so earnest in her concern for his wellbeing and his heart ached for this strange young woman. 'I'm not going to let Hera keep tormenting her...there must be something I can do to help her,' he thought.

"Do you even know where you are?" he asked.

A ghost of a smile played around her lips, "No," she said, shaking her head, "it would help to know what village this is...helps me get my bearings."

"You're in the village of Lestos, not far from Attica," Herc informed her. Making up his mind, he continued, "Look, I've had some experience with Hera...and some success defying her will. There must be some way to help you...I'm not just going to let you wander off."

"But," she tried to protest.

"No, I will not leave you to Hera's mercy....or rather her lack of mercy. Look, my friend, Iolaus, is just in the market...I need to go and get him and then, together, we'll take you away from this village and we'll figure out how to help you."

"You can't..." she began again.

"Yes...yes, we can help you. I'm certain of it. Promise me you'll wait here...I'll only be gone a few minutes...promise..." he insisted as he put a gentle hand on her shoulder and with his other hand turned her face up to his. She knew he was not going to give up...she could feel the strength of his spirit, his commitment and conviction. For his own good, she would have to lie to him, would have to make a promise she would not keep.

"Alright," she murmured, "I'll wait here for you...I...I promise." She smiled brilliantly at him, to let him know the measure of her true gratitude for his help and for his willingness to risk Hera's wrath on her behalf. When she was gone, she hoped he would remember her smile and understand that it, at least, hadn't been a lie....

"Okay, good. It shouldn't take me long to find Iolaus...we'll be back very soon." Herc squeezed her hand one last time and then he loped off toward the market. It didn't occur to him to even look back to ensure that she was staying put on the bench. He wasn't used to anyone so obviously in need turning down his assistance....just the opposite. Sometimes, it seemed as if half the population of Greece needed his help...and didn't hesitate to ask for it.

As soon as she could feel that he was gone, Anna stood up and cocked her head as if she was listening. 'Lestos' he'd said. She remembered Lestos, she had been here once before, not that long ago...she could hear the sounds of the market and, if her memory was correct that meant she was close to the Inn. There was the sound of a river running behind it...the river led to a bridge. She set off toward the river, moving behind the buildings, swinging her staff before her to test for any obstacles that might be in her path.

Finally, she found the bridge. She could hear the sounds of people crossing it, footfalls, the creak of wagon wheels, the clip clop of the hooves of horses and donkeys. The bridge led immediately out of the small village. She could hear the market some distance behind her. She could hear the cacophony of voices raised to bargain, to call greetings, to shout and laugh. She could hear the high pitch of children's voices, giggling as they played.

As she approached the bridge, she heard the sound of a man whistling a light, jaunty tune. She paused for a moment before stepping onto the bridge to place the direction of the sound...it was stationary and seemed to be coming from the other end of the bridge. Someone was standing there...she reached out with her mind to assess whether there was any danger. She sensed an energy, an aura of calm enjoyment emanating from the man. Below the calm, she could feel grief, but it had been pushed back and down, ignored but not quite forgotten. Most of all, she sensed compassion, mixed with a bit of impatience. There was no danger here...he was simply waiting for someone.

Reassured, she stepped onto the bridge, again using her staff to test the space immediately before her. As she neared the far end, the whistling stopped. She could sense that the stranger had noticed her. She heard a warm voice ask, "Hi...can I help you?"

"No, thank you...I know my way. It's kind of you to offer."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, I'm quite sure," she softened her words with a smile, "but, thank you again." And, with that, she moved past the bridge, leaving the road and cutting across the field to her right, using the sound of the river to help her maintain her direction parallel to it, toward the trees she remembered were on the other edge of the field. She had to leave the road because she knew the man from the Inn would likely follow her. He had seemed very determined to help and she could not allow him to put himself, or his unknown friend, in such danger. She smiled faintly as she realized she did not even know the man's name.

As she hurried across the field, she thought it strange that she had met two such kind men in so short a space of time. She was not used to having others bother to offer help...certainly not to help drive off Hera's soldiers. It was the memory of such kindnesses that warmed her solitary existance. The young woman tended to remain apart, as she had explained to Hercules, discouraging those who would befriend her for the gifts she brought them. Gifts of healing, not only of the body, but also of the mind and spirit. But, these men had not known of her gifts...they had just wanted to be helpful...perhaps that was their gift.

Reaching the trees, she stopped to catch her breath, wondering if she had managed, once again, to evade the brutes that Hera had sent after her. Usually, Hera was content to simply have her lost in time, wandering from one era to another, back and forth across generations...disoriented, not really understanding why this was happening to her. But, once in awhile, Hera wanted to "check up" on her, make her journeys more difficult. Anna supposed that Hera found it amusing to torment her. As she leaned on her walking stick, she could hear the soft chuckling of the river nearby, the wind gently caressing the trees around her. She could smell the soft perfume of the hundreds of wildflowers that bloomed with a profusion of colours on the banks of the brook.

The sounds of the trees, the stream, the bridge and the village brought back memories of when she had been in Lestos in another time. She wondered why it was that she sometimes found her way back, through the passages of years, to a place she had already visited before. It happened sometimes, not often...perhaps it was simply that she had been in so many places in Greece, at one time or another, that it was inevitable that she would return occasionally to familiar surroundings. Hidden by the trees, she felt safe, or as safe as she ever felt, and she sat with her back against a tree to rest. She would wait here long enough to be certain that the man and his friend had gone on their way and then she would also move on.

Hercules had searched all through the market for Iolaus, without any luck. His friend must have finished buying the supplies they needed and was probably already waiting for him at the bridge. Hercules had been delayed longer than he had thought by the innkeeper's daughter and then by helping Anna and coaxing her story from her. Sighing, he hoped that Iolaus would not mind waiting a little longer as he headed back toward the Inn to get Anna.

As he turned the corner back into the square in front of the Inn, Herc could see that Anna was not on the bench where he had left her. Assuming that she might have felt too exposed being left there on her own, he continued across the square and past the bench to see if she was waiting in the shadows beside the Inn. When he couldn't find her, Herc realized that she had left...no doubt in a misguided attempt to protect him from Hera. Running his hand through his hair, he regretted having left her in the first place...it was just that he had thought that searching through a busy market would be too confusing for her...she'd looked tired and he had hoped to give her a few moments of rest.

Shaking his head, and giving a small shrug, he realized there was nothing he could do for her standing in the empty square. Might as well go find Iolaus. Once he told Iolaus her story, he was certain his friend would agree to help him try to find the girl...two could search more effectively than one. Herc was pretty sure that she would not have gone far...between her evident exhaustion and her blindness, she would not be moving fast.

Not knowing about the shortcut to the bridge behind the hotel, Hercules headed back through the village, following the main road as it wound through the market square toward the bridge beyond.

Iolaus leaned against the end of the bridge railing, quietly enjoying the brightness of a perfect day. Yesterday, he and Hercules had wandered into the village after having fought off a band of bandits who were terrorizing travellers on the road not far outside Lestos. Hercules and Iolaus had just been passing through, but as usual, trouble had a habit of occurring when they were in the neighbourhood. They had made short work of the outlaws... there had only been ten of them afterall, hardly enough for the heroes to really work up a sweat. And, the thieves had been stupid, ill prepared for resistance, not very skilled in fighting. Bullies, typical bullies...gods, he hated men who beat up on those weaker than themselves. Well, they wouldn't be bothering anyone for awhile. The local magistrate had sentenced the miscreants last night and earlier this morning a group of villagers had banded together to escort the erstwhile bandits to the prison in the nearby city of Attica.

Today, Herc and Iolaus were moving on. They did not have any particular destination in mind so Iolaus felt like he was on a bit of a holiday. He looked forward to getting in some fishing over the next day or two. On their way out of Lestos, they had decided to separate briefly. Hercules would settle their account for last night's room above the tavern while Iolaus picked up a few supplies in the market place. They'd agreed to meet at the bridge.

Wondering where his partner was, but not really worried, Iolaus chuckled as he imagined the buxom and boisterous daughter of the innkeeper cornering Herc before he could get away. Herc was good in a lot of situations, but he was hopeless with women. He just did not have a clue of how to handle aggressive wenches who weren't shy about letting him know they thought he was gorgeous. It would take him a bit of time to extricate himself because he would want to be polite, not hurt her feelings. Maybe he should have stayed to protect his big friend from the attentions Iolaus was sure the girl would force upon him...Iolaus could always tell when a brash young lady had fallen for his tall, dark, handsome and heroic friend.

The chuckle turned into a soft laugh as Iolaus remembered others who had misunderstood his friend's polite, escape clause, "Um, yes, sure, of course, I'll see you the next time I'm back this way, look forward to it..." for a more substantial commitment. In one village, they had returned to find a similar young woman believed he had come back to marry her. It was only an encounter with an energetic and vicious black leopard made of stone, but nonetheless alive, that had convinced her that Herc's life was not one that she wanted to share!

Iolaus stretched and resumed whistling. Herc would be along, there was no hurry. Lazily letting his eyes wander, he caught sight of the young woman who had passed him a little while before, sitting quietly, almost hidden by the trees close by the stream. Funny, she had seemed to be in a rush when she had headed across the field. He recalled that she had been a pretty young thing, dressed in a soft green dress with the sun catching the dark fire of her chestnut hair. She had looked weary but her fatigue could not conceal the delicate beauty of her features. Iolaus, not one to ever pass up a pretty face or a possible maiden in distress, considered wandering over to make sure she was really alright. He was just reaching for his pack, which he had rested on the ground, when the peace of the morning was shattered by the sudden emergence of a dozen of Hera's goons, and the frightened cry their appearance startled from the young woman's lips as they dragged her out from under the trees.

Iolaus groaned and thought, "Here we go again...will we never get to enjoy a single day of peace in this neighbourhood!" Seeing the goons begin to shove the girl from one to another, he left his pack, grabbed his sword from it's scabbard and with a bloodcurdling yell, launched himself at her attackers. It didn't occur to him that this was a hopeless situation...that he was only one man, a mortal, pitting his energy and skill against a dozen armed minions of Hera. He only knew that someone needed his help, someone innocent was being terrorized by these evil beings, and he was going to stop them.

He'd caught them by surprise. Hera's brutes were seldom challenged by mortals, especially not when so many of them were present, and so they were not prepared for the attack. Charging straight at them, Iolaus leaped into the air and launched himself feet first against the closest thug. His momentum caused the goon to stagger back and, in doing so, he collided with and knocked down two of his comrades. As Iolaus bounced off his first target, and rolled smoothly to his feet between two others, he swung his sword in a circle and decapitated them...at which point, they disintegrated into nothing. Unsurprised by this typical disappearance of Hera's wounded thugs, he ran to position himself between the girl and the seven goons who were still standing.

As Iolaus paused, to catch his breath and size up the opposition, he thought, 'Come on, Herc, where are you buddy? I won't be able to hold them all off for much longer!' At that moment, they came at him in a rush and the battle was on. He took out three more thugs before one got behind him, hitting him with a blow to the back of his head that staggered him, leaving an opening for another to take a roundhouse swing to his jaw that sent him to the ground. As he hit the dirt, he rolled to face his attackers and he heard the girl pleading, "No, oh no, please don't hurt him, don't hurt him!"

Hercules had not yet reached the edge of the village when he heard Iolaus yell out his battle cry. "Iolaus!" he thought for one panicked moment, then he was flying through the market out to the bridge beyond. As he ran to the bridge, his frantic scan of the area quickly spotted Iolaus in the midst of what seemed an army of Hera's thugs. Too many for one man to hold off, even if that man was an unparalleled warrior with the heart and courage of a lion. As he ran across the bridge, he saw one brute come up behind Iolaus and he screamed "IOLAUS, BEHIND YOU!", but he was still too far away and his friend didn't hear him. As he ran, he saw Iolaus knocked to the ground and, as he threw two goons out of his way and straight arm punched a third into oblivion, he saw the sword come up and then fall...and he heard a girl scream.

"IOLAUS!" Maddened by his fear for his friend, Hercules fought like a berserker. In moments the field was clear, except for the crumpled form of his best friend lying on the ground, the angry wound in his chest allowing his life blood to rush out and stain the earth beside and beneath him. Some distance away, he could see Anna was crawling to get to his side, crying. Even as he dropped to his knees and gathered Iolaus to him, Herc realized that it was because of her that Hera's goons had appeared...that Iolaus had been hurt trying to help her.

"Iolaus, no, please, hang on," he whispered as he stared with shocked disbelief at the grey face of the person who meant everything to him. "Iolaus, Iolaus, hang on buddy, hang on...." Iolaus' eyes fluttered open and he tried valiantly to grin up at his friend.

"I'm sorry, Herc...I guess I really messed up...our plans...for a quiet day..."

"Don't talk, Iolaus. You're going to be alright, just hang on."

Iolaus convulsed against the pain and his breathing became ragged. He coughed and blood spattered from his mouth. "They were after her, Herc," he mumbled, "help her..." and with a sigh, Iolaus was gone.

"NOOOOoooooo!!!!" Herc groaned as he pulled Iolaus tight against his chest. "No Iolaus, please don't, don't go... Iolaus...." he whispered, feeling a pain in his heart, as if it would burst and shatter within him, as his life was shattered by the loss of this man who was closer than a brother...who was the other part of himself. He closed his eyes against his tears and rested his head against that of his friend. Dimly, he heard Anna calling to him and he felt her hands gently touch his head and his shoulder. He shrugged her off...this was her fault, if she'd just stayed where he'd left her....

"Please," she said, "let me help him....let me touch his wound." Hercules looked up through his tears and saw Anna's face turned down toward Iolaus, almost as if she was staring at him...but Herc remembered her sightless green eyes. Seeing her helplessness, understanding that she just wanted to help, the anger seeped away. It wasn't her fault...Hera had condemned her. It was...just bad luck, bad timing, that Iolaus had been there alone when the thugs had returned for her. Just bad luck.

"It's too late," Herc whispered, "he's gone."

"No", she said, an urgency in her voice, "I still feel his spirit nearby. Please, hurry, let me help him."

Without really understanding, but grasping for the meagre hope she held out, Herc released his hold on his friend and laid him gently on the ground. "What can you do?''

The girl kneeled beside Iolaus, "Quickly," she said as she nudged Hercules out of the way, "I must place my hands over the wound!"

Herc watched as she rested her hands upon the jagged tear in Iolaus' breast. Immediately, there was a burst of light that all but blinded Hercules and when he looked again at his friend, the wound was gone. Hardly daring to hope, he whispered, "Iolaus?" Forgetting to breath, he watched the colour return to his friend's face, heard him take a deep breath and then breathe again. Letting out his own breath in a sigh, he gathered Iolaus to him, "Iolaus, can you hear me? Iolaus?" and, with a shudder of relief he saw his friend blink and then look up into his eyes.

"Herc? ...aren't I supposed to be dead?" Herc laughed shakily, "You were dead, buddy, but it looks like you're going to be fine...again." The look of confusion on Iolaus' face was immediately replaced by a look of anxiety, "Oh no, you didn't make a stupid bargain...Herc, what have you done?"

Hercules looked at the girl who was sitting quietly beside them, gratitude filling his gaze. "I didn't do anything, buddy...Anna brought you back."

"Anna? Who's Anna?" Confused again, Iolaus followed Herc's gaze and turned his head to see the girl in the green dress kneeling beside him. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at the delicate features, the brilliant green eyes, her soft, gentle expression. There was a sense of wonder in her eyes, as she gazed deeply into his, as if she was looking into his very soul. Was it too soon to fall in love, he wondered? Shaking off the slightly hysterical reaction, he disengaged himself from his friend's arms and sat up, taking her hands in his. "I don't understand. How did you heal me?"

Anna continued to gaze speechlessly at the man before her...at his eyes the colour of a crystal sky, at his blond, unruly curly hair, at his brilliant smile....finally, she found her voice. Squeezing his hands, she responded, "I don't really know, exactly. I just know that sometimes I can make people well, heal them." She paused for a moment, then whispered with a kind of awe, "You would have died for me...a stranger... I could not allow you to make that sacrifice...I couldn't just let you die."

Herc murmured, "You did die, Iolaus...she did more than heal your body. Somehow, she brought back your spirit." Iolaus flashed him a look of disbelief, but the expression on his friend's face, and the single nod he gave back to Iolaus, confirmed that this was no more than the truth. Looking back at Anna, Hercules suddenly realized that the lost look was gone from her eyes, that she was looking directly at him, meeting his gaze. "You can see," he said...a statement, not a question.

She smiled brilliantly then, as she simply replied, "Yes, I can see."

Iolaus looked from one to the other completely lost. It was clear that Hercules knew this girl but Iolaus knew he'd never met her before. What did Herc mean, that she could see...then, he remembered. The girl at the bridge had been blind. What was going on here?

"Would someone tell me what this is all about? Anna...your name is Anna, right?" he queried, remembering that this was the name Herc had called her. When she nodded, he continued, "Why was Hera's goon squad after you?"

Anna shrugged, "I'm never really sure why, but Hera sends them out after me from time to time, maybe for her own amusement, maybe just to remind me her curse remained upon my life."

"CURSE? You been CURSED by HERA?" Iolaus' voice almost squeeked in surprise and dismay. He looked at Herc and could tell that this was not news to him. What in Hades was going on?

"It's a long story, Iolaus," Herc replied to the unspoken question, "and I don't think we should take the time here to explain...Hera will be wondering why her goon squad came back all bent out of shape." Now, that was something Iolaus could understand...they needed to get away from here, and quick. Explanations could wait. It was definitely time to go!

"Right! Okay, Anna, you better come with us," he said scrambling to his feet and reaching down a hand to help her stand.

"No...no," Anna replied, stepping back, "Hera will be furious...I can't put you at further risk...you must leave me. Go, please!"

"No way, lady. We're not leaving you here alone...so you either come, or we stay!"

Hearing the determination in Iolaus' voice, understanding the urgency and sensing the stubborn commitment to protect her within both the men, Anna gave up her resistance, nodded...she would go with them, for now. As they turned to gather their belongings, they noticed for the first time that they had attracted quite a crowd. One ancient old woman took a step forward, her hand on the arm of a solid, middle aged matron. "It's her, I swear it's her," murmured the old woman.

"What are you talking about, Mother?"

"It's the Spirit Healer...she's the one who saved our village when I was a child...from the plague. She healed the bodies of those still alive and healed the grief, the spirits of those who had already lost their families. I swear it's her."

"Oh Mother," the woman sighed in a patient, careworn voice, "that was more than seventy years ago. She's just a young girl. You're confused."

"No," said the old woman, "I will never forget her. I don't know how it's possible, but I know she is the Spirit Healer!" And, so saying, she limped to Anna and took her hand. "I never thanked you for saving my life and the lives of my parents and brothers. Without you, no one in this village would have survived. Thank you, child."

Anna smiled and gently brushed the old woman's hair back from her face. Before her stood an ancient old woman, bent from years of toil, her face lined with care...but, within the woman, she could feel the same bright spirit she had first met years ago. "I remember you," she said softly, " I am glad you are still well."

Iolaus and Hercules had overheard this conversation as they hurriedly gathered their gear together, swept up Anna's pack and brought her staff to her. They exchanged puzzled looks, a raised eyebrow and a shrugged shoulder as if to say "Spirit Healer??? What's that all about?" "How would I know, but we don't have time for this now. Let's get out of here." With a nod of mutual agreement, they took Anna by the hand and led her away, into the forest.

They travelled steadily throughout the day, keeping to the trees, and staying silent for the most part, trying to avoid giving Hera any chance to notice them. Hercules and Iolaus couldn't move as quickly with Anna as they could have on their own, but she didn't slow them down much. Aware of the danger Hera posed, she was determined to keep up. Wandering for all those long years had made her fit and resilient.

Toward dusk, Herc stopped at the edge of a small stream. "I think we should rest here for the night." Iolaus nodded agreement and set about gathering wood for a fire. Finishing that, he pulled his fishing line out of his pack and settled down by the stream to catch their supper. Meanwhile, Herc scouted around for the herbs to season their meal and some tubers to roast along with the fish he knew Iolaus would soon catch.

Anna chose a rock not far from Iolaus and sat down. She was tired. It hadn't been easy keeping up with the two warriors but she had not complained. It was strange, beyond their names and what she could sense about them, Anna really had no idea who they were or why they had both individually, and then together, been so quick to help her, a stranger. All she knew was that they were helping her and she would not put them at greater risk by slowing them down.

As she rested, she thought back over the day, marshalling her impressions of these two men. First, Hercules...she had felt his anger toward the goons who were harassing her in the square that morning, his satisfaction when they disappeared, his concern for her and his compassion as she told her story, the sincerity in his offer to help. Then, later, when he had arrived at the battle in the field, she had felt his heartstopping fear for his friend, horror as Iolaus was wounded, rage as he dispatched those who had harmed his friend, terror as he knelt by his fallen comrade, an agony of despair as he realized his friend was dying and the rush of blind, black wrenching grief as his friend died in his arms. Then, a tentative hope that grew stronger as she intervened to heal his friend, an aching joy when Iolaus awoke and a mute but overwhelming gratitude when he looked at her.

Then, Iolaus. At the bridge, she had picked up a gentleness, a calmness of spirit that overlayed and masked long hidden grief, a kindness when he offered his aid. When the thugs had appeared, she had immediately sensed a kind of resignation as he attacked them...no fear, no hesitation, just a determination to help her, to save her from Hera's soldiers. As he fought, she felt joy emanating from him...he felt he was winning. Even when he had fallen, she had felt no fear from him...a fleeting sadness perhaps, a kind of regret...but not fear. Crawling toward him as he was dying, the sense of regret and sadness intensified...he was worried about his friend, Hercules, not about himself. And there was anxiety...for her welfare. He'd felt confusion when he revived, and then gratitude, then, when he heard about the curse, there was shock and mystification, but still no fear...just a sense of urgency to be on their way.

As the day wore on, and their emotions settled, she picked up the same steady strength of spirit, of compassion and courage, and of buried pain, within them both. Strange men, fearless...on their own behalf, and when it came to helping someone else...but each had a deep and abiding concern about the welfare of the other. There was a link between these two men, a binding of emotion and experience, of trust and ideals, that had drawn their spirits together. It was a rare thing, this entwining of souls. She had not sensed it's like before. But she knew instinctively that neither would be complete without the other.

Anna also knew that they wondered about her. About who she was and about her power of healing. Iolaus was showing admirable restraint in not having yet asked any questions...she could feel the burning of his curiousity. He wanted to know about the curse and he wondered how she had gotten her sight back. She did not want to involve them, to put them at any further risk, but these men had saved her; the man sitting near her on the bank of the stream had died for her. She owed them both the truth, or at least as much of the truth as she knew and understood herself. Unfortunately, that was not a great deal, as Hercules had already learned earlier that day, when she had told her story to him.

By the time they had eaten, Apollo had finished his daily run across the sky and night had fallen. She could sense them readying themselves to ask their questions, Iolaus particularly was not prepared to wait any longer to hear her story.

Hercules cleared his throat. "Ah, Anna, I know what you told me this morning, and, well, we don't want to pry, but do you think you could tell us a little more about yourself?"

Iolaus was quick to interject, "Yeah, well, I don't know anything about what's going on...you two obviously know each other...but, what's all this about Hera's curse...and, weren't you, well, blind, when I first saw you at the bridge?"

When she hesitated, not sure where to start, Hercules began again. "I guess you'd also like to know more about who we are...we've not really introduced ourselves, have we?"

"No," she responded quietly, "but I know what manner of men you are...brave, kind, selfless, with spirits made strong by grief...and by love. I know that I can trust you."

Her remarks were greeted by startled silence and she could feel their confusion. She smiled at them and it lit up her face. "How do I explain this...I can see into people...I can sense what they are feeling...what they are like, what they stand for. I can see souls."

Iolaus couldn't stand it...it all just got more confusing. "Who are you???" he demanded, half in exasperation, half in awe.

"I don't know." When he threw up his hands in frustration, Anna relented...she had to start somewhere, might as well begin with having met Hercules that morning.

"Iolaus," she began, "I met Hercules earlier today after he chased off four of Hera's thugs...I guess that's why so many more of them showed up later. Anyway, I explained to Hercules that I don't have any clear memory of who I am or of where I'm from. I remember someone calling me Anna...I think it might have been my mother...but I was so young when she gave me to an old woman...I don't know, maybe it was the older woman who called me Anna. Some time later, when I was still a child, Hera had the old couple who were caring for me killed...and she cursed me to wander in darkness, to wander endlessly through time. I have wandered for years through centuries, rarely knowing where or even "when" I am." She paused and looked meaningfully at Hercules and then back at Iolaus. "The curse was to remain until a stranger gave his life for mine."

"So," Iolaus said, missing the implication of her words, "Hera killed your family and has made it her business to make your life a living Tartarus." As Iolaus spoke, he glanced over at his friend, who had also lost his family by Hera's hand and saw again the haunted pain in Herc's eyes. Iolaus understood that listening to this story twice in one day, a story too close to his own, was hard on his friend. Also, he could tell from the look on her face that Anna was somehow picking up on his friend's pain. To distract her from the possibility of asking Herc any questions about what he was feeling, Iolaus hurriedly moved the conversation along. "But, how did you heal me? And what was that woman talking about this morning, when she said she'd seen you seventy years ago, when she called you 'Spirit Healer'? ...And, I still don't understand how you suddenly got your sight back."

"I don't know how to explain it, but I have a gift of healing. I've always had it, I think, but I don't really remember. I told you that I move through time. The last time I was in that village, I met that old woman when she was a child. There was a plague...I, well, I cured them. For her, it was seventy years ago...for me, it only feels like it's been a few weeks."

Herc nodded, "We've heard the stories, haven't we Iolaus, about the Spirit Healer who mysteriously arrives when needed and just as mysteriously vanishes. Some of the stories describe someone who is little more than a child, others are the stories of an adolescent and still others tell of a young woman.... but, these stories are centuries old." He and Iolaus exchanged looks...neither had ever given much credence to the myth. It was just a vague, too convenient explanation for why some survived a plague, or an injury, when others died. They had always assumed that it was just a story, meant, they thought, to reassure children. Iolaus felt goosebumps raise on his skin...it was a little unnerving to meet the myth, to know that she truly existed...and that she had brought him back to life.

"O-kay" Iolaus said, "well, then, why did Hera put this curse on you in the first place?"

"I don't know...if I did, maybe I would know who I am."

Iolaus nodded as he thought about that. Imagine, seeing your family killed, having to wander alone through time, blind...and not even know why. No, he couldn't begin to imagine it. His gaze was full of sympathy as he looked up at her, "I'm sorry...it must be like living in a nightmare that won't end." Anna was surprised at the tears that suddenly glazed her eyes at this sudden expression of empathy...and the depth of feeling behind it. These were good men. Decent men.

"Anna, I'm sorry, I still don't understand how it is that you can suddenly see...I mean, it's a good thing, and I'm glad...I just don't understand." Iolaus saw Anna and Hercules exchange knowing looks... 'Am I missing something?' he wondered.

Hercules had been listening to the discussion and frowned thoughtfully as he said, "Iolaus, if I understand what Anna has told us, I think the curse must have been broken today." He looked toward Anna for confirmation.

Iolaus still looked confused as Anna nodded, "Yes, I know. Today, a stranger gave his life for mine." She turned fully toward Iolaus and reached out to touch his face. "All day, I have wondered why you would do such a thing ... and I've wondered how I could ever thank you."

Iolaus wasn't sure how to react. He'd broken the curse? He was the stranger required by the curse? Looking at Anna, understanding what this meant for her, all he felt was glad, and humble, that he had somehow done this, had been the one to free her from her own personal Tarturus. It was enough to have done it...he didn't need thanks and was embarrassed by her gratitude. Afterall, it wasn't as if he had actually known what he was doing, or what was at stake, when he charged into the ring of Hera's thugs that morning.

Iolaus took her hand and held it between his own. "Anna, you needed help. I couldn't just stand there and watch while those brutes did whatever it was that they were going to do to you. And, well, as for thanking me, you gave me my life back...I think we're more than even." He looked in some confusion at Hercules. Iolaus had always been uncomfortable with having to explain his motives.

Herc grinned and shook his head. Typical Iolaus, couldn't see that jumping in against impossible odds was not something most people would ever consider doing. "Anna, Iolaus is always rushing in without thought for himself...and it's not the first time it's cost him his life. What worries me is that I am afraid this won't be the last time...and someday, no one will help me bring him back."

"Ah Herc, it's not like I do these things alone...it's just what we do, right?"

Herc grinned at him, "That's right, buddy, it's just what we do." Turning back to Anna, Herc thought for a moment and then said, "Anna, now that the curse has been broken, you won't be shifted through time anymore. You can make a life in this time, in this place." Turning back toward his friend, Hercules continued, "Iolaus, Attica is not far from here. What do you think? Should we stop there or carry on to Corinth?" Hercules had kept his tone light, but, knowing what Attica meant to Iolaus, Herc knew he had to leave the decision about stopping there to him.

Iolaus hesitated and looked away. Queen Niobe ruled Attica. He had not seen her since that long ago morning when he revealed that he had not been killed. She had been hurt, badly hurt, by his deception. Niobe had wanted him to continue playing the part of his cousin, and her husband, King Orestes. But Iolaus could not lose himself in the life of another man, no matter how much he had loved Niobe. It wouldn't have been right. The only way he could see out of the situation was for everyone to know that Orestes had died. It had been a risk and Hector had been terrified that his arrow would not find it's mark, that he would, in fact, kill Iolaus. But the arrow had flown true, and the world 'knew' that Orestes had died bravely that day, saving the lives of the other kings and securing their shared dream of a League of Peace.

That had been five years ago...time enough, perhaps for wounds to heal. Time to see her again, to see if she had forgiven him.

"I think we should make for Attica. I know Queen Niobe will help and she would be glad of your healer's gift."

Anna thought about this as she studied the two friends. There were undercurrants here, both with Hercules when she had described how Hera had killed her family...was that the source of his pain? Had Hera taken his family from him? She knew that Iolaus had tried to protect his friend's privacy by trying to distract her with another question...and she would respect his wish to leave Hercules his secrets. She could also tell that there was a story about Iolaus and Queen Niobe. If they went to Attica, no doubt she would learn more about what was causing his turmoil of emotion...love, guilt, loss, regret. But, she did not have the right to continue to put these men, and now perhaps their friends, in peril of Hera's fury.

"No, I'm sorry, we can't do that...I can't do that. Neither of you seem to understand that Hera will still be hunting me...or, if you do understand, you don't seem to care...but, I do. I can't continue to put your lives or those of your friends at risk by helping me."

This made Iolaus chuckle wryly. "Yeah, well, you're in good company. Hera hates us too and Queen Niobe is afraid of nothing, least of all a miserable excuse for a goddess. Don't worry about it."

Iolaus couldn't fail to note the continued look of obstinacy on Anna face...and then he realized that she really didn't know anything about them...didn't know that there was little more Hera could do to them that she hadn't already done, or tried to do, before.

"Anna, let me explain," Iolaus began as he looked toward Hercules, asking silently if it was alright to share their story. When Herc nodded back at him, he continued, "Hercules is only half-mortal...he's the son of Zeus."

"What?" Anna exclaimed, turning to stare at Hercules, who simply tilted his head and shrugged, as if to say, 'yeah, well, what can I say?'. She turned back to Iolaus as he continued their story.

"Hera is a very jealous goddess...she has never forgiven Hercules for...well, for existing. He's a constant reminder of Zeus' infidelity. So, she goes out of her way to make Herc's life hell." Iolaus swallowed, thinking of Herc's family...there were some details he wasn't prepared to go into, at least not tonight. "Because I hang around with Hercules, Hera has decided that she hates me, too. So, you see, helping you doesn't put us at anymore risk than we already are."

"I understand," Anna murmured softly, "but, that still doesn't give me the right to put your friends in danger."

Iolaus pushed back, "Don't you see, Anna, because they are our friends, they are already at risk...whether you are there or not, doesn't change that. But, in a way, if you are there, you could help them if Hera ever did attack them...you're a healer with exceptional skills. We'd be doing our friends a favour by taking you to them."

Herc grinned surrepticiously at his friend. Iolaus could be very persuasive when he wanted to be...Anna didn't stand a chance. Iolaus now had her convinced that she would be possibly hurting their friends if she didn't go with them! And, Herc had to concede, Iolaus could be right. It was time to add his persuasion to seal her decision.

Hercules nodded, "Iolaus is right, Anna...you need have no fear on either our account or on behalf of our friends. So, will you come with us to Attica...or is there somewhere else you would rather go? We'll take you anywhere you want."

Anna looked from one to the other as she thought about what they had said. If there was any chance that she could be helpful to someone they cared about, then she would gladly go with them...she owed them her life. Finally, she nodded, "There is nowhere else...alright, I'll go with you."

Herc grinned, pleased with her decision, "Well, then, Attica it is. If we keep up a good pace in the morning, we should be able to reach the city by noon tomorrow. We'd best get some sleep."

In agreement, they settled around the fire...it had been a long and tiring day and, so, it wasn't long before they had all fallen asleep, confident in their belief that they need not have any special concern about Hera's wrath when she realized the curse had been broken...after all, what could she do that she had not already tried before?

Chapter Two: Family Reunions

They made good time the next day and by late morning they were entering the gates of Attica. Iolaus, for once thinking that discretion might be the better part of valour, decided that they should contact his friend, Hector, first, before meeting with the Queen. That way, he could get a better idea of whether he would be welcome or whether it would be more prudent to stay out of sight and just let Hercules handle the situation. Not that he was a coward, or anything, as Herc was quick to suggest in a teasing tone...even though he really didn't know any of the details between Niobe and Iolaus...it was just that Iolaus felt there was no need to add any unnecessary complications.

"Yeah, sure Iolaus ... I believe you, if thousands wouldn't." Iolaus made a face at his friend, silently suggesting that Herc give him a break already. Hercules chuckled and ceased his teasing remarks.

As they walked through the city toward the palace, Herc noticed that people were reacting in a distinctly odd way to his friend. Not to put too fine a point on the matter, they all acted as if they were seeing a ghost! Anna, too, felt their extreme emotions...awe, terror, disbelief....and gradually the noise of a normal city street fell away as people stopped to stare at their passing. Women grabbed their children and hustled them indoors. Men murmured comments like, "Well, I'll be damned."

Iolaus tried to ignore the reaction he knew he was causing. "Iolaus, why are all these people staring at you?" Hercules asked.

"At me? They're probably staring at you...you are Hercules after all, the legendary hero...".

"Iolaus." Herc's tone brooked no nonsense so Iolaus sighed as he explained, "Well, I guess it could be that they think I'm the ghost of Orestes."

"What?" was the sharp rejoiner.

"Um, didn't I mention that there was a fairly strong family resemblance?"

"No, Iolaus, you never did mention that."

"Oh, well, some people thought we looked a lot alike...."

As Hercules looked at the faces that surrounded them, he murmured, "Only 'some' people? I think that might be an understatement."

By then, they had reached the entrance to the palace. The guards reacted like everyone else, but remembered that Orestes had had a cousin named Iolaus when Iolaus hastily reminded them of that fact. A message was sent to Hector and in moments he was at the gate, arms out in welcome, a huge smile on his face. "Iolaus!!! This is a wonderful surprise. Why didn't you send word that you were coming? Come in, come in."

Iolaus, relieved and a little overwhelmed by Hector's enthusiastic welcome, hugged his friend and turned to introduce his companions.

"Hector, these are my friends, Anna and Hercules." Hector greeted each of them in turn, leaving them in no doubt of a warm welcome to Queen Niobe's palace. "Anna, Hercules, Queen Niobe will be so pleased to meet you, and to see you again, Iolaus. It's been too long, and," for a moment Hector's smile faltered, "you couldn't have picked a better time to come."

Iolaus narrowed his eyes. He knew Hector well enough to know that something was wrong but he decided to wait rather than press for immediate details. He was just very glad to be told that Niobe would be pleased to see him. With his trademark grin lighting his face, and his arm around Hector's shoulders, he led his friends into the palace.

Hector showed the friends to rooms where they could freshen up and rest a bit, before they were presented to the Queen. He called for servants to bring water, fresh towels and refreshments. Anna was taken by a serving woman to her own room, while Hercules and Iolaus were shown into the large, airy chamber they would share.

"Here we are. Take your time getting comfortable. I"ll go tell the Queen that you are here and we will meet again at lunch. Is there anything else you need just now?"

"No, Hector, this is great, thanks. We didn't want to put you to any trouble."

Hector sobered for a moment and there a pause while he looked at Iolaus. "Iolaus, you know that there isn't anything that I, or the Queen, would not do for you...we owe you too much." Seeing Iolaus' embarrassment at his comment, Hector relented and, as he took his leave, slapped Iolaus lightly on the shoulder, "Relax, Iolaus, you are welcome here, very welcome."

Hercules had listened to this exchange with considerable interest. Iolaus had never been particularly forthcoming about what had happened either of the times he had visited with his cousin, Orestes, and Queen Niobe. Hercules knew that, the last time, Orestes had been killed. He also knew that Iolaus had loved Niobe, but this was one of the private stories that Iolaus kept locked in his heart...one of the few parts of his life he had been unwilling to talk about with his friend.

"Iolaus, are you sure you're okay with this?"

Iolaus, affecting an air of innocence, and bouncing on the beds to check them out, queried back, "With what, Herc?"

Hercules just sighed and said, "Have it your way, my friend, but if you ever want to talk about it, you know I'm here for you."

Iolaus stopped wandering around the room and turned to look at his friend. The innocent look dropped away, leaving a thoughtful, almost weary expression, "I know, Herc, thanks...but it's just not something I can talk about."

Hercules was saddened by his friend's reluctance to share this part of his life. He knew that whatever had happened had caused Iolaus pain. But, he respected his friend's privacy and he would wait...someday, Iolaus would confide in him. He usually did, eventually, when he was ready.

To change the subject, Iolaus said, "You know, Hercules, there's something about Anna...."

"You mean besides the fact that she's the mythical 'Spirit Healer' and she brought you back from the dead?"

Iolaus was deep in thought and did not notice the gentle sarcasm. "Well, you can't deny she has a god-like power to heal and restore life...and she can 'see' energy and souls! And, then there's Hera. She's a mean old goddess, as we well know, but it must have been really something to get her so angry that she set such a powerful curse on Anna."

Hercules nodded, "Your point being...."

"Well, I guess I don't really know what my point is...it's just that I only know about one other situation that has driven Hera to such levels of sustained rage...you bring out the same reaction, the same kind of hate."

Hercules thought about that. "So, what do you think it means?"

"I don't know...but, there must be a lot more to her story than we know...than she knows for that matter. Poor kid...I can't even begin to imagine what her life must have been like."

Herc nodded his agreement, "Yeah, I know what you mean...but, at least now, thanks to you, she can build a new life here."

Their discussion was interrupted when a knock came at their door and it opened to reveal Hector had come to escort them to lunch.

"So, have you settled in?" he enquired and when the friends nodded, he continued in a pleased tone, "Good, good...Iolaus, Queen Niobe is delighted that you are here and is most anxious to see you and meet your friends. Come, come...lunch is being set out as we speak!" Iolaus took a deep breath and fervently hoped that Hector was right...that Niobe was glad to welcome them. Well, only one way to find out...with a glance at Hercules, he followed Hector out of the room to pick up Anna and to head to the Grand Hall. Hercules was right behind him...and, truth be told, Herc couldn't wait to meet the mysterious Queen Niobe and to see how well she would welcome his friend.

They seemed to pass through endless corridors on their way to meet the Queen. The palace was huge. Everywhere Herc looked, he saw tasteful art and decorations, muted colours, rich materials. The long years of peace had been good to Attica. Herc was glad...Niobe had had a big part in bringing about the peace five years ago, and since Orestes had died, she continued to play the strong role of peacemaker amongst the nobility within the League of Peace. It wasn't easy to find compromises that suited everyone's wants and expectations...if she had not continued to play her role, Herc suspected that at least some of her neighbours would have abandoned the League long ago. He really was eager to meet this remarkable woman.

Finally, they came to the Great Hall. It was a large room with lofty ceilings, with walls draped with exquisite tapestries. There was a large roaring fire in one corner which ensured that what could have been a chilly hall of stone was, instead, warm and welcoming. There were clusters of chairs and couches in each of the other corners, to create more human sized areas of comfort and conversation. In the centre was a huge round table of burnished wood, absolutely covered with various foods and flasks of wine and ale. The dishes and goblets were silver and they reflected the light of what must have been hundreds of candles, in sconces on the walls, in holders on the table and in the massive silver chandelier above the table.

As they entered the hall, Hercules immediately saw a tall, elegant woman draped in soft robes of blue. She was standing in conversation with two men...no doubt key advisers in her court. As they entered the room, Niobe looked up and saw them. A wide warm smile graced her lips as she moved to meet them, to welcome Iolaus and his friends. Herc was pleased that there was no standing on ceremony...that she was coming to meet them...doing so was a subtle but very real tribute to Iolaus. Her arms opened wide as she reached Iolaus and hugged him without hesitation. Herc had felt Iolaus relax when they entered the room and he could see in Niobe's eyes that yes, despite all that had gone before, she was glad to see him...glad to know that they were each still very special to one another.

"Iolaus," she exclaimed warmly, "finally, you have come to visit us...it's been too long, far too long since we last saw one another!"

Iolaus hugged her back, grateful for the warm welcome. "I'm sorry, Niobe, I should have come sooner...but, well, I'm sure you understand."

"Yes," she said softly, as she pulled away from the hug, but kept one hand on his arm as she turned to greet the others, "You must be Anna...and you're Hercules. I can't tell you how very glad I am to finally meet you! I have heard the stories of how you brought Iolaus back when he might have been lost to us forever. I have wanted to thank you for that...he means a great deal to us."

Hercules took the hand she held out to him, not quite sure how to respond. He could tell Iolaus was startled by her clear and public expressions of affection for him...what had happened between them? Smiling as he looked into her eyes, he simply said, "The pleasure is all mine, Queen Niobe...Iolaus has often spoken of you and of his cousin, Orestes. I am very glad to finally meet you."

Niobe simply nodded as she turned to Anna, putting a hand on her arm, to draw her into the group, sensing that the girl felt shy and a bit awkward. "Anna, you must tell me how you have come to be with these two gallant heroes!" Niobe grinned at their predictable reactions of discomfitted modesty. "Come, all of you...let me introduce you to the others. We'll have a glass of wine before lunch and get to know one another," and turning she led them back to the men she had been speaking with when they had entered.

"This is my Minister of State, Tuberon, and this is my senior financial advisor, Anacrites. Gentlemen, I'l like you to meet my cousin, and friend, Iolaus and his friends, Anna and Hercules." After the formal introductions, Hector poured the wine and handed the goblets around. Hercules found himself chatting with the advisors while Hector addressed himself to Anna...leaving Iolaus and Niobe an opportunity to talk quietly together. Watching them out of the corner of his eye, Herc wondered again what really had gone on between them. However, his attention was soon captured by the conversation with Tuberon and Anacrites...he frowned slightly as he listened. What they were telling him only made him more curious about what had happened the last two times Iolaus had been with Orestes and Niobe.

Meanwhile, Iolaus was glad to have a few moments to speak with Niobe alone. "You've really forgiven me, then?" he enquired as soon as the others had drifted far enough away. There was no need to explain what he meant...Niobe also remembered that cold morning, the last time she had seen him.

"Iolaus...you know I was hurt...and you know how much I had wanted you to stay." Iolaus nodded and looked away, looking back into her eyes as she continued, "But, in time, I came to understand that you had made the right decision...for you and for me. You were right, you couldn't go on pretending to be Orestes...and you would never have been happy confined by life in a palace. That means that I could not have been happy either, knowing that this is not where you belong." Niobe glanced over at Hercules, "I know you belong with him...working with him to help people," then, looking back at Iolaus, "and, I know that you need to be free to do what it is you do. Forgive you? No...there was never any need for forgiveness." Then, smiling at him, at ease and simply happy that he had finally come to visit, she drew him toward the table.

"Now, if I remember correctly, you were always hungry! Come, tell me if you approve of what I've had set out for lunch...."

Before them was a bountiful display of simple foods...bread and soup, cheeses and meats, ale and wine...Iolaus looked up at Niobe, "You remembered," he said. "How much you loathed formality and your love of simple things...yes, I remember." She remembered everything about him...would never forget...but, she had to accept that life had moved on and that they would likely never recapture what they'd had. Breaking the moment, lest he sense the depth of her continuing love for him, she smiled brightly and called to the others to join them at the table.

For the next hour, Iolaus, Hercules and Anna told the others her story. Anna could feel their sympathy when they heard what had happened to her as a child, their outrage at the murders of the old people and that they were appalled by the curse.

"But, something's happened to free you from the curse, hasn't it? You're no longer blind..." Niobe watched as Anna looked over at Iolaus...and she understood, "A stranger had to die for you...it was you, Iolaus, wasn't it? Why am I not surprised...." she murmured, almost to herself.

But Anna had heard her, "Yes, it was Iolaus..." and she went on to explain the details of yesterday morning...how she had met Hercules, how Iolaus had raced to assist her. Hercules then took up the narrative, explaining that Anna had brought Iolaus back to life...it was all an amazing story and the listeners hung on each word. Iolaus explained that Anna was, in fact, the mystical being known as the Spirit Healer...and this seemed the most incredible information of all. Each one of them had grown up with the stories of the Spirit Healer, the gentle being who came from nowhere to help those who were suffering. They gazed at Anna with a kind of awe. Iolaus finished the story by explaining that they had brought Anna to Attica with the hope that she would be welcomed here, that she could start a life here.

When the story was finished, Queen Niobe looked long at Anna before saying with deep compassion, "You have suffered and wandered long enough...you have found a home, here, with us, if you wish to remain. Anna, you would be very welcome in Attica."

"But, your Majesty, I feel I must ensure that you understand there are risks...the curse may be gone, but Hera's hatred most certainly is not....if I stay here in Attica, you and your people could be in grave danger...."

"I can't make you stay, Anna, but I hope you will. The danger is not as important as is your safety and your need to belong, to have a home again. Besides," Niobe continued, unconsciously echoing Iolaus' argument of the night before, "as the Spirit Healer, you bring gifts which outweigh the risks. As Queen, I would offer you a safe haven based upon your story alone...but, as a friend, I offer this refuge wholeheartedly because you brought Iolaus back to life...and, for that, nothing can be ever be sufficient to repay you."

Iolaus was startled by this unexpected, and public, expression of what he meant to the Queen. Hector nodded as if this was no more than his due; the other advisers looked puzzled. As Anna thanked the Queen, Hercules watched the various reactions with interest. Yep, no doubt about it, there was a story here that he was going to have to persuade Iolaus to share with him.

All of a sudden, there was a patter of running feet, and high pitched giggling filled the hall, as a small, golden haired boy burst through the door and raced to the Queen, calling, "Mommy, Mommy, 'Spacia wants me to nap. I want to play. Please, Mommy, make her play with me!"

Niobe smiled as she scooped the boy into her arms. "Ah, my little Prince! You've interrupted our lunch so I guess I better introduce you. This is your cousin, Iolaus," at this information, the child looked with fascination at the man who's hair was the same colour as his own. "And these are his friends, Anna and Hercules." Niobe smiled fondly at the boy before looking up at her guests. "This is my son...my treasure. He is all I have left of the man I married the day he was crowned, the man who brought peace to this area of Greece...the only man I will ever love."

Glancing over at Iolaus, Herc saw the shock in his eyes before he recovered and smiled at the child. "Well, what do you know, I have a new cousin! I'll bet your name is Orestes!" and he grinned when the child nodded at him shyly. His eyes sought Niobe's with a question that he knew he could never ask...she held his eyes for a moment, seemed to nod slightly, and then looked back at the child. "Orestes, you'll have to get your cousin Iolaus to show you all of his hunter's tricks!"

"Hunter's tricks?" the child echoed before giving this unexpected cousin a winning grin, "when, Mommy...when can he show me?"

Iolaus answered softly, "Anytime, little one...."

"Anytime but right now," Niobe interposed and quickly continued as she saw a rebellious lower lip begin to pout, "because now you're going to play a quick game with Aspasia and then you're going to have your nap...now, no arguments! You can play with your cousin later." Turning to the child's minder, Aspasia, Niobe handed over little Orestes and continued to smile after them as they left the hall.

Throughout the conversation, Hercules had been watching his friend with some concern. Iolaus looked like he had been sandbagged, as if he was having trouble breathing. While those who did not know him so well might not notice, Herc could see Iolaus was struggling to act completely normal. To give his friend time to recover, he cast about for another, safer, topic of conversation.

Turning to Niobe, Herc began, "Queen Niobe, I have heard a great deal about the League of Peace and your part in bringing it about...I am interested in hearing more about how the League is working out."

A shadow crossed Niobe's face, and her advisers all shifted uncomfortably. Iolaus caught the subtle messages and leaned forward in concern, "What's wrong, Niobe? What's happened?"

With a sigh, Niobe responded, "For the most part, the League has been working very well, except for one problem." She looked to Hector to elaborate on the issue at hand.

"Hercules, Iolaus, as the Queen says, the League is working well with all of our neighbours with the exception of King Phyllicus. For the last several months, there have been ongoing raids and incursions along that border and several of our people have been injured...just last week, one was killed."

"What can we do to help you?"

Queen Niobe looked at Iolaus and smiled, "Thank you, my friend, but this is not your problem ... we will work it out."

Iolaus looked over at Hector who shifted his eyes toward the Queen and nodded in acceptance of her will. She clearly did not want to spoil what had been a pleasant reunion with talk of possible war. Iolaus knew when to give in. "Ah, yes, I see. Well, if there is ever anything Hercules or I can do for you, just let us know."

"Thank you...your support is always appreciated. Well, I suppose it is time to end this delightful luncheon. Unfortunately, the affairs of state don't stop just because I'd like to spend the day with friends. There are a few pressing matters that I must deal with this afternoon, so if you will excuse me. Hector, will you see to our guests?" Smiling, as they rose in respect, she stood and left the Hall, calling out over her shoulder, "I'll finish as soon as I can so that we can get back together to catch up on all that's happened in the last few years!"

Anna excused herself, saying that she was tired and wished to rest for awhile in her room. It was a lie, she wasn't tired, but she needed to think about all the impressions she had received during the meal and the discussion. For all of the goodwill expressed, she could sense a tension between Iolaus and Niobe...and she could sense that Hercules was also aware of it, and was concerned about his friend. Given the emotional currents between Iolaus and Niobe, Anna suspected that the child was not all that he seemed. Iolaus had clearly been shocked by something about the child. Hector had been uncomfortable at the end, clearly wanting to provide more information about the problems on the border and she suspected that if she gave them time, he would take the opportunity to share more details with Hercules and Iolaus. Too much happening, too many impressions over the past two days. She needed to take some time to reflect on all that she was learning.

As she left, she noted that the advisers went their separate ways and wasn't surprised to see that Hector, Hercules and Iolaus left together, headed to another part of the palace.

Immediately upon entering Hector's work room and closing the door, Iolaus turned to Hector demanding to know the details of what was going on with King Phyllicus.

Hercules intervened, "Wait a minute, Iolaus. Hector may not be comfortable talking about this in front of me...after all, he doesn't know me. Maybe I should go."

"Oh, it's not you I'm worried about Hercules, but I do suspect that there is a spy in the palace...and it must be someone very close to the Queen."

"A spy?? Hector, why don't you just tell us what this is all about." Hector nodded at Iolaus and began the story.

The border fighting had been going on, sporadically, for the last year or so, but the raids were becoming more frequent and more violent. Niobe had sent three emissaries, on separate occasions, to King Phyllicus' court to negotiate for peace. And, therein lay the most worrisome mystery. Each of their emissaries had disappeared. There were rumours that they had been killed, but no bodies had been found. The last emissary had been sent secretly, his identity known only to the Queen and her three principle advisers. But, he had disappeared as well, leaving no trace. Hector, Tuberon and Anacrites suspected there was a spy in the palace...but they could not figure out who it could be. No one but them had access to the information about the emissaries and they had all been together for so many years, trusted each other so completely, that there was no question of their loyalties to the Queen.

"I believe we are headed toward war, Iolaus...and there does not seem to be anything we can do to prevent it."

Iolaus and Hercules exchanged glances and Herc nodded. Iolaus turned to Hector, "Hector, maybe we can help. Hercules and I know King Phyllicus...this doesn't sound like him. Something must be going on that is as much of a mystery to him as it is to you and Niobe. Let us go to see him, see if we can find out what's behind all this and secure the peace between your lands."

"No, Iolaus, the Queen would never allow it. It's just too dangerous...she would not want to impose this problem upon you."

"I don't know, Hector. Does she really have many other options?"

Hector had to acknowledge that, no, there were not a great many other options. Nodding reluctantly, he agreed. "Alright, I'll speak with the Queen. She will let you know what she decides. Where will you be later this afternoon."

Hercules quickly interjected, "We'll be in our room, Hector, waiting to hear from you."

With that, he and Iolaus left to find their chamber while Hector resolutely set out to meet with the Queen.

Iolaus could always tell when Hercules wanted to talk about something but, if the subject was awkward, difficult or uncomfortable, Herc invariably hesitated, not knowing how to begin. Usually, Iolaus would help him out by asking what was on his mind and presenting a willing presence. But, today, he didn't want to help his friend come to the point; he didn't know what answers he could give to Herc's questions. So, he decided on his classic avoidance strategy.

As they entered their room, Iolaus yawned widely, gave an exaggerated stretch and said, "You know, Herc, I'm a bit worn out. Think I'll take a nap."

"No, Iolaus."

Iolaus pretended he hadn't heard and flung himself onto the bed, making a great show of plumping up the pillows and shifting around to find a comfortable position...which just happened to be with his back toward his friend.

Hercules was not going to be put off. He crossed the room and sat on the bed behind Iolaus. "We have to talk."

"Later, Herc, okay?"

"No, not okay. We need to talk now."

Iolaus didn't say anything, didn't move. Hercules looked at him with concern, "Iolaus, you know that I don't like to pry..."

"Then, don't."

"but it's pretty clear that something is going on between you and Niobe."

"Nothing is going on. We haven't even seen each other in five years."

"Iolaus, before we sat down to lunch, I was talking with Anacrites and Tuberon. I mentioned that you had been present during Orestes' coronation and that you were there when Orestes died...that you still felt badly that you had not been able to save him." Iolaus remained silent.

"Funny thing is, they said that you weren't there, on either occasion."

"Well, it's a large city. There were hundreds of people here for the coronation. They just didn't see me, that's all."

"Iolaus, that's ridiculous. You are obviously a dead ringer, if you'll pardon the expression, for your cousin...how could anyone not notice you? "

"Well, maybe when they saw me, they thought they were seeing Orestes."

"Alright, maybe....but, they also said that when Orestes fought with King Zenon, that only he, Queen Niobe and Hector were there. That's not a crowd, Iolaus...you'd be pretty hard to miss."

"They weren't there, Hercules, so how could they know if I was there or not."

Hercules looked at Iolaus' back with a certain degree of frustration. There was some mystery here, something he knew Iolaus did not want to share with him...but, if what he suspected was true, Iolaus needed his support now, more than ever. He'd respected Iolaus' desire for privacy about what had happened on those two long ago trips but it was time to push him for answers. Time to let Iolaus know his suspicions.

"Over the years, I have heard some strange things....I have heard that at the beginning of his reign, and at the very end, Orestes had a fire, a passion that was not normally his style. At the beginning and again at the end, he had athletic abilities, the skills of a warrior, that took everyone who knew him by surprise. They said it was almost like he was two different men." Iolaus remained motionless, his back to Hercules.

"Herc, you shouldn't listen to rumours."

"And," Hercules continued relentless, "I have never met anyone who ever remembered seeing you and Orestes together during the time that Orestes was dealing with King Zenon....the exact time that I know you were there."

"What can I say, Herc. I guess I'm just not very memorable."

"Iolaus, look at me." Hercules sighed when Iolaus simply remained silent, with his back to his friend. "Iolaus, you know what I think? I think you were the man who was crowned that day, the man who married Niobe. I think you pretended to be the King for the first week of his reign in order to deal with the plots of his brother. I don't know what happened to Orestes when he was at Zenon's palace, but I think you were the man who left with Zenon and Queen Niobe to meet with the other Kings, to promote the League. I think Orestes was already dead at that point."

Iolaus sighed and turned over. "Herc, would you listen to yourself? Who could ever imagine me as a King? Come on, Herc, get real. What kind of king would I make?"

"I imagine, from all that I've heard, that you made a great King. They say Orestes was fair and reasonable throughout his reign, but somehow he never matched the brilliance with which he started until it surfaced again just before he died." Iolaus refused to meet Herc's eyes, so Hercules pushed harder, having surmised what must have happened from the stories he had heard. "How did you and Hector pull that off? Risky trying to hit an exact spot, to burst a hidden bladder of blood, from any great distance." Iolaus just shook his head while he continued to stare at the floor. "Iolaus, that was a crazy thing to do...you really could have been killed."

Exasperated, Iolaus responded, "Herc, you're just making all of this up, imagining what isn't true. Orestes was the King. He gets the credit for the League of Peace...he died for it, Herc. I know, I was there."

"I know he worked for it, and I believe he died for it...just not when everyone believes he died. Iolaus, you don't lie very well at the best of times and you have never been able to lie convincingly to me." Iolaus shrugged as he got up to walk across the room and then he stood silently staring out of the window.

"Iolaus, why won't you talk to me?"

"Herc," Iolaus responded in a quiet, tired voice, "even if you were right...what would it matter? What difference would it make? Let it be."

Herc let the silence stretch out before responding. Should he push it further...what would help Iolaus more? To let it go or to confront the truth...give him support? "It matters, Iolaus, because I believe that child is your son."

Iolaus whirled from the window in a fury. "Don't ever say that, don't even think it!"

"Iolaus..."

"I mean it, Herc. As Orestes' son, he's a prince and will someday sit on the throne. As my son, his very existance would shame the Queen. He'd be a bastard, from peasant stock and, worst of all, he would only be a target for Hera's vengence. He is NOT my son, he can't be. Do you understand?" His voice breaking, Iolaus turned away, back to the window, holding himself rigid against the emotions threatening to overcome him.

Hercules' heart ached for his friend. He heard the fear, the regret, the pain Iolaus was feeling and he didn't know what to do to ease it. Iolaus had lost his children and, because he never, ever talked about them, Hercules knew how deeply their loss still hurt him. To now find a son he could not even acknowledge must be killing him...and Hercules had no doubt that the Prince was Iolaus' child. Nevertheless, he had to respect Iolaus' decision to hide the truth...especially since the child's welfare was at stake.

"Alright, Iolaus, alright, whatever you say." He walked across the room and put his hand gently on his best friend's shoulder, "but, if you or your little 'cousin' ever need me, for anything, you know I am always here for you, for both of you."

Iolaus nodded but did not trust himself to speak. Before Hercules could say anything further there was an eruption of sound and flurry as Aphrodite suddenly appeared in the middle of the room.

Aphrodite was, as usual, ravishing in as few and filmy garments as she could get away with wearing. She would prefer not to wear anything at all, but she knew that would only make her brother blush and stammer...and leave Iolaus with difficulty breathing as he tried not to look at what he could not tear his eyes away from. Much as she liked to tease the two of them, sometimes it was just easier to give them some margin of comfort.

"There you are!!! Do you know how long I have been looking for you two...I just never thought to look here...who would have thought that I'd find Iolaus under Niobe's roof...I didn't think anything would get you back here, Sweet Cheeks...and, you know, I had really hoped that spark might lead to a really big fire...if you know what I mean!"

Hercules and Iolaus had both jumped and turned abruptly when she had so unexpectedly arrived in mid tirade. Listening to her, Iolaus began to turn crimson and, with a quick glance at Herc, he hastened to intervene, "Aphrodite, please...a little privacy if you don't mind..."

"Oh, Curly, you know you tell my big brother everything!!! What's the problem...surely you've told him that you and Niobe were an item!"

Iolaus could only roll his eyes and throw up his hands...why he ever thought he could keep any secrets when his best friend was related to the gods was beyond him. Hercules was embarrassed for him...it was one thing when he pushed for answers to his own questions, it was another for Aphrodite to just blurt out what Iolaus wanted to keep to himself.

"Aphrodite!" Herc interjected before she could continue, "you said you'd been looking for us?"

"Yeah, that's right, I have...and I'd still be looking if Apollo hadn't mentioned he'd seen the two of you heading this way with some red haired beauty...what's that about, anyway? Who is she?"

Herc sighed...trying to have a conversation with Aphrodite was like trying to herd cats...she was always jumping from one topic to another. "Her name is Anna."

"Yes, and...come on, give..."

"Aphrodite, what does it matter?"

"Well, it's just that I don't recall her...and I'm pretty good at keeping tabs on the good looking chicks...I like to know who's around, available, in need of a little romance...and I don't remember ever noticing anyone like her in these parts...so, how did you meet her? And, why did you bring her here?"

Herc looked at Iolaus, wondering where to start...Iolaus just shrugged, "She's your sister, you try to explain it all."

"Thanks a lot, buddy," Herc mumbled as he turned back to Aphrodite. "Well, it seems that we've met the Spirit Healer..."

"The Spirit who? You don't mean that old children's story do you? Some weird doll who goes around saving lives and healing souls?"

"Yes, that's exactly who I mean."

"You've actually met her?" Aphrodite was plainly skeptical and wondered if her brother had taken leave of his senses. "You're saying that this Anna is the Spirit Healer? No way. Hey, Sweet Cheeks, do you know what old Herc is talking about?"

"Aphrodite, she is here, with us, in the palace. This is no joke. Yesterday, she, well, um, she...."

"So, spit it out already."

Iolaus heaved a sigh, "She brought me back from the dead."

"You're not serious??? You died again!!!! You know, you really have to stop doing that."

"Aphrodite, the point is, Hera hates her... even put a curse on her, to blind her and to force her to move around through time, until a stranger died for her."

"Aannnddd, soooo, you died for her...well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised...you're always risking your life one way or another. You know, you definitely have to stop dying though...it's really not good for you."

Iolaus, blushed and floundered a bit, "Um, yeah, well, it seemed the thing to do at the time. But the point is, Anna must be someone really special to get Hera so worked up and to keep her at frenzy level for centuries. The problem is, she just doesn't know why Hera has it in for her."

"Yeah, I see your point, Curly. Hera blows up a lot but she has to be really steamed to stay mad for centuries. Hmmm, Anna, Anna....nope, no bells, unless, wait, there is something...." Herc and Iolaus waited anxiously for Aphrodite to finish her musing, "Nope, nothing... Very strange indeed...I just may have to look into this."

Herc and Iolaus exchanged worried looks...getting a god involved in this was not likely to be a good thing. Even though Aphrodite was friendlier and more helpful than most, gods usually just made things complicated...if not downright dangerous. Worst of all, if Aphrodite got involved, it would probably attract Hera's attention...and that, they definitely didn't need.

Herc tried to discourage her. "Uh, Aphrodite, we appreciate your interest, but really, you're too busy to be bothered with this, right? Besides, you said you'd been looking for us and you still haven't told us why."

"Oh right...I almost forgot. I want you to stop this nonsense between Niobe and Phyllicus."

"What?"

"You heard me, I want you to make sure the peace holds in this area."

Herc and Iolaus again exchanged glances...Aphrodite cared if there was a war? Curiouser and curiouser...

Iolaus couldn't resist asking, even though he knew he'd probably regret it, "Why do you care if there is a war, Aphrodite? When there are wars, there are heroes...and girls love heroes so there is always lots of romance on the edges of a war..."

"Like I need a war to create a little romance...puleese. I hate wars...so messy, so much heartache...wars are Ares' thing, not mine."

"Still," Herc persisted, "you've never asked us to stop one before...."

Aphrodite gave a huge, exaggerated sigh...which Iolaus found very distracting...it was hard enough not to gape at her ravishing being without her expanding her attributes with deep breaths. Aphrodite caught his reaction and giggled, "Oh, Sweet Cheeks, you are so good for a girl's morale!"

Herc was not about to be distracted, "Aphrodite! Give...why do you want us to prevent a war?"

Making a face, Aphrodite gave in, "Well, if you must know, five years of peace have given the people of this area a chance to really pay attention to the important things...like me. They've been planning an absolutely huge Festival of Love in my honour...I mean really huge....the other gods will be soooo jealous...but, it won't happen if there's a war. So, I want you to fix whatever is going on. Nowww, do you understand?"

Shaking their heads, Herc and Iolaus didn't know whether to laugh or cry...only Aphrodite would want to stop a war just so that she could enjoy a festival in her honour. She could be sweet...but self absorbed? Big time. Still, it wouldn't hurt to agree...they had already told Hector they were willing to help. And who knew, sometime they might need a favour from her.

"Okay, Aphrodite, we'll see what we can do."

"Really??? You will!!! I knew I could count on you guys! And, I know just how I can help you in return....I'll look into this little problem of who the mysterious Anna is...you'll be too busy to help her because you'll be stopping a war! No, no...don't thank me...it's the least I can do! Later!"

And, she was gone as suddenly as she had arrive. Iolaus groaned..."What are we going to do now? I like your sister, Herc, I really do...but, you gotta admit, she's a little ditzy...she could make real trouble for Anna."

Herc looked as unhappy with the situation as did Iolaus. "I know, I know...but if you have any bright ideas about how to stop her, feel free to share them."

Iolaus just shook his head.

While she was in the neighbourhood, so to speak, Aphrodite thought she would just pop in and have a look at the mysterious Anna...after all, the girl wouldn't be able to see her unless she made herself visible...and she had offered to help. If she could figure out why Hera had it in for this chick, then old Herc would have to make sure there was no war! He'd owe her one. So, Aphrodite did a quick scan of the palace and it's grounds and found a young woman who fit the description sitting quietly on a bench in the garden looking out toward the river that run past the palace.

As soon as she had materialized slightly behind and to the side of where Anna was sitting, Anna could sense her presence...a mixture of amusement and curiousity. Anna turned and looked straight at her...and wasn't quite sure what to make of this barely dressed, gorgeous woman standing beside her.

"Who are you?" Anna asked.

"You can see me???" Aphrodite exclaimed....this was weird...mortals could never see her unless she wanted them to.

"Why, of course...why wouldn't I be able to see you? Or...did you know me before? When I was blind? I think I'd still remember the aura of your spirit...it's very strong."

"Well, I would hope that my aura would be strong," huffed Aphrodite, "I am the Goddess of Love, after all!"

"Aphrodite! You're Aphrodite?" Anna was clearly amazed, and a little unsettled, to be meeting another goddess. So far, the only one she had met was Hera...and that hadn't been a pleasant experience.

"In the flesh! So, you're Anna."

"Yes...how do you know my name?"

"Well, I've just been talking with Hercules and Iolaus and they've explained to me about Hera and the curse...and the Spirit Healer gig. I said I'd try to help find out why Hera has it in for you..." Aphrodite broke off as she stared at Anna, with a slight frown and pursed lips, as if she was puzzled by something.

"What is it?" Anna asked.

"Hmmm?" Aphrodite mumbled, as she continued to stare at Anna.

"You're staring at me...is something wrong?"

"Wrong?...No...it's just that you seem familiar somehow...your hair and your eyes remind me of someone...nope, can't remember...but, I'll think about it....strange, I know there's something...."

Anna wasn't quite sure how to react...and Aphrodite finally realized that she was making the girl very uncomfortable.

"Ah, sorry, didn't mean to stare...tell you what, I'll see if I can think of who it is that you remind me of...and I'll let you know if I remember! Later!" Anna blinked at the sudden disappearance...what was that all about? She seemed a pleasant goddess...guess she'd have to be, to be the Goddess of Love...but definitely strange! With a small smile, Anna remembered that the goddess had promised to try to help her find out who she was...and for that, strange or not, Anna was immensely grateful.

Back in her temple, Aphrodite paced between two pillars while she pondered the puzzle. For one thing, the chick wasn't mortal...if she was, she wouldn't have been able to see Aphrodite. And, there was the little matter of her ability to bring people back to life...definitely not something mortals could do. This girl had to be a goddess, or at least a demigoddess. Then, there was Hera's curse. What got Hera that nasty? Anna must be someone really special to get Hera so worked up and to keep her at frenzy level for centuries...Hera blows up a lot but she has to be really steamed to stay mad for, like, ever.

"Hmm," pondered Aphrodite, "what gets Hera that bent out of shape? ...usually it's because she's caught good old dad fooling around...and nothing makes her madder than when he fools around with a mortal." Aphrodite frowned and pursed her lips as she thought about this. So, let's see...girl's got godlike powers, Hera's pissed, so it probably means the girl is Zeus' kid....All at once, Aphrodite felt like she been hit with a bolt of lightning. "YESSS!!! Oh my gosh...oh my gosh, I can't believe it!!!" she enthused. Then, with a self satisfied grin, she said more quietly, "If it's really her, Zeus will owe you BIG time, bro...and you will owe me. YESSS!!! Oh boy, Herc, wait'll you hear this!" Aphrodite zapped herself from her temple back to Niobe's palace.

Herc and Iolaus were understandably taken by surprise when Aphrodite, for the second time in an hour, appeared in a state of advanced excitement.

"I've got it, Herc!!! I've got it...or I think I have!!! You won't believe it!!! Oooooo, this is just sooo neat!!!" Aphrodite clearly could hardly contain herself!

"Whoa, Aphrodite, slow down. What are you talking about?"

"Her name, who Anna is...oh my, Hera will NOT be pleased." Herc was ready to strangle his sister. "APHRODITE! What are you talking about? You can't have figured out who Anna is already....have you?"

"What? Didn't you think I could figure this out?" In one of her quicksilver mood changes, Aphrodite had gone from ecstatic to huffy. "Well, maybe, then, I won't tell you first...I'll just go ahead on my own."

Herc looked askance at Iolaus who rolled his eyes.... 'Goddesses,' he thought, 'they were so sensitive!'

"Aphrodite," Iolaus began in a conciliatory manner, "Of course we knew you'd figure it out...you've just taken us by surprise...you only left a few minutes ago and now, here you are, back already, with the mystery solved. Why don't you just tell us who you think Anna is? We'd really like to know."

Herc hid a grin...somehow, Iolaus always knew just how to handle Aphrodite...but then, he knew how to handle most women. In the meantime, Aprodite looked at him a trifle skeptically, still a little insulted, but then decided he was being sincere...besides, she was dying to tell them what she thought!

"Well, alright then. When I saw Anna in the garden...."

"You saw her? When?" Iolaus interjected.

"Look, do you want me to tell you this or not?" exclaimed Aphrodite. "If you keep interrupting, this could take all day!"

"Uh, sorry." Iolaus mumbled.

Aphrodite gave a satisfied nod and continued, "Like I was saying, when I saw Anna in the garden just after I left you guys, I thought she looked familiar...and, it was weird, you know, because she could see me..."

"She could see you," exclaimed Herc, and then at Aphrodite's stern look, "sorry, didn't mean to interrupt...."

"Yeah, well, she could see me...so, she's not just a mortal." Iolaus made a face at the 'just' comment, but didn't say anything. "So, I thought, godlike powers, Hera in a snit for centuries...what makes Hera really angry?" Aphrodite looked at them expectantly ...they exchanged looks...did she want them to interrupt her this time? "Come on, guys, give your heads a shake...you especially, Hercules, should be able to figure this out!"

Light dawned on Iolaus's face, "When Zeus fools around..."

"You got it, Curly! Especially when he fools around with a mortal woman. So, I thought, demigoddess, daughter of Zeus...when was the last big scandal? AND THEN I REMEMBERED!!!!" Aphrodite paused dramatically, as if this explained everything.

"And..." encouraged Herc, "what exactly did you remember?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry. You wouldn't know. It happened eons ago. I think it was the only other mortal woman Zeus loved as much as he loved your mother. Anyway, they had a little girl and Zeus doted on the kid. We were all a little jealous, to tell you the truth. I mean, really, what made her so special? No offense, guys, but she wasn't even a full god! Anyway, old Dad sure thought she was a one of a kind miracle. You can imagine how Hera reacted." Hercules and Iolaus nodded, "Go on."

"Okay, well, Hera finally went berserk. Ariel, the mother, suspected something was up and spirited her daughter away...nobody knew where, not even Zeus, and Ariel wouldn't say, even when....well, even when Hera did some pretty horrible things to her. After a while, Hera finally got tired of the torture routine and killed Ariel. Zeus was furious but what could he do?" ("What, indeed?" Herc wondered) "Anyway," Aphrodite continued, "some years later, there was a rumour that Hera had found the little girl. Hera sure got happier for awhile, but she never admitted anything. Zeus was beside himself. He has never stopped searching for this kid. Every once in a while, he thinks he may have found her and, poof, she's gone again....and each time, Hera gloats just a little more."

Aphrodite paused for a moment, looking thoughtfully at her baby brother. "You know, Herc, Zeus changed after that. He never, ever again, spent time with his half mortal children, never fussed over them, never really had much of a relationship with them. I think he was afraid of what would happen to them, of what Hera would do to them, if she thought he cared about them. I think that's why he's always treated you the way he did."

Hercules said nothing, just swallowed hard and looked away. Iolaus looked from one to the other, feeling for his friend but thinking that, finally, something made sense about the way Zeus had always acted toward Herc. Iolaus knew, really knew, that Zeus loved Hercules...he just never seemed to want to show it.

Aphrodite interjected into the silence, "Well, if you have found her, this is a REALLY big deal. Dad will be delighted ... and Hera will probably kill you."

"Great," muttered Iolaus, "just great."

Hercules looked back at sister, "So, what's her name, Aphrodite?"

"Arianna."

"AriANNA," whispered Iolaus.

"You got it, Sweet Cheeks. I think you've really found her! Wait 'til I tell Dad! Boy, you guys will really owe me big time!!! Later!" and with that, she was gone.

"Aphrodite, wait, stop" called Hercules.

"Too late, Herc, she's gone. Let's just hope she doesn't tell anyone other than Zeus....because when Hera finds out, we're toast."

"Well then, old buddy, I think we may be in big trouble...Aphrodite is not known for her discretion."

"No, really?"

"All kidding aside, Iolaus, if Anna really is Zeus' daughter, Hera will go crazy when she finds out that you broke a curse that has worked for her for centuries...and she will be really unhappy when she finds out that you actually survived the experience....but, then, that might actually cheer her up...it gives her a chance to kill you personally."

Iolaus nodded, trying to appear unconcerned. "Well, that's progress, I guess."

"Progress?"

"Well, yeah, she used to just hate me because I hung around with you. Now she'll hate me for myself."

The two friends looked at one another, realized that Aphrodite was on a tear and that Zeus could show up anytime...they'd better get to Anna and try to prepare her for a visit from the King of the Gods.

"The garden!!" they exclaimed simultaneously and bolted for the door.

Racing around the corner of the palace, they found Anna still sitting peacefully in the garden. She looked up, startled at their sense of urgency.

"What wrong?" she asked, evidently thinking the worst...given her history, surprises weren't generally good things and when people were behaving in this kind of urgent manner, something terrible was usually the cause.

Slowing to a halt beside her, Hercules realized they had startled her and hastened to reassure her. "Sorry, Anna, we didn't mean to scare you...nothing's wrong...in fact, everything may be very right!"

Anna couldn't help but laugh. "This has been a crazy afternoon...first Aphrodite shows up and introduces herself to me, stares at me for a few minutes and then disappears...and, now the two of you look like you're just bursting with news. Will you please tell me what's going on here!"

Iolaus grinned at her. "Well, Aphrodite thinks she may have figured out who you are."

All the laughter fled from Anna's face and she went white...could it be...was it possible? After all of these years? She felt like she had to struggle to breathe. Iolaus placed a steadying hand on her arm.

"It's alright, Anna," he reassured her softly. "Aphrodite thinks your special talents may mean that you're semi divine."

"Semi divine?"

"Yeah, you know, a half goddess...that could also explain why Hera despises you so much."

"Why would Hera care if ... oh no, this is too ridiculous...half goddess?"

Iolaus looked at Hercules for help. Herc sighed as he explained softly, "Hera would care a great deal if your father is Zeus."

"Zeus???" Anna looked from one to the other. They were obviously serious. Gazing at Hercules, it gradually dawned on her that if she was the daughter of Zeus, then... "You might be my brother," she whispered. Herc nodded at her and moved to put an arm around her shoulders.

"We'll know soon, I think." Hercules said softly, "Aphrodite has gone to tell Zeus what she thinks and it's likely that he will be here any minute."

"I can't believe this is happening..." murmured Anna, "it's just too incredible..."

She hadn't finished her thought when, suddenly, Aphrodite and Zeus flashed into view directly in front of them. Anna looked up at the King of the Gods...it was the man in her fractured memory...older, but the same man...she could feel it. "Father?" she whispered...

Zeus couldn't speak...as soon as he saw her, he knew this was his lost Arianna...his beloved daughter...she was so like her mother, Ariel, there could be no doubt. Tears glistened in his eyes....after so many centuries...finally, finally, he had found her. Taking a step toward her, and opening his arms wide, he whispered, "Arianna, oh, my sweet Arianna..." and she walked into his arms.

Aphrodite couldn't resist flashing Hercules and Iolaus a bright, triumphant smile, "Told ya!" she smirked.

Zeus' joy was boundless. "Oh my child, my lost child....Arianna. I have found you at last," he cried as he enveloped Arianna in his arms. Anna was disoriented at first...so many new ideas coming at her, so many emotions. The name, 'Arianna', her name, it was her name....the pieces of her memory started to click together. And, this man, she knew this man was her father....but, he wasn't a man. He was a god. Putting her hand on his chest, she turned her face up to his, "You are my father, I remember you. But...Zeus, the King of the Gods, my father...?"

Hercules interjected, "This is all coming at you very fast, isn't it? You need time to get used to the idea of who you are....and of who your relatives are. Believe me, you might not be happy with all of us!"

Zeus shot Hercules a 'not now' look and Herc shrugged back a wordless, 'well it's true' response.

"Look, why don't the two of you take some time, talk, catch up... right Herc? We'll just leave you alone, let you get reacquainted." Knowing that he was on the edge of babbling, Iolaus stopped, made a face at Herc and gestured with his head back toward the palace.

Arianna turned quickly toward Iolaus, "No, Iolaus, wait, please!" and she held out a hand to him. Misunderstanding, thinking she was nervous, Iolaus, took her hand, "Hey, what's wrong? It'll be alright, you'll see....Zeus has been searching for you ever since Hera took you away. You have family now...you're not alone."

Arianna's eyes were brimming with tears. "You don't understand...I have been wandering through time for so long that I cannot even remember when it all began. I have been alone and I didn't even know who I was. Now, from one day to the next, you save me from Hera's soldiers, lose you life defending me and with your last breath ask Hercules to take care of me....without even knowing my name," Arianna's voice broke into a soft sob. Iolaus brushed away one of her tears, "Hey, little one, this isn't a time to cry..."

"Iolaus, yesterday you saved me and today I'm reunited with my family..I have a father, a brother, a sister, I know who I am...because of you, I have a life now...how can I ever repay you? How can I ever make you understand what words could never convey...how much you have done for me."

"Shhh, it's alright. Herc and I are just glad that we have been able to help you...and besides," with a warm glance toward Aphrodite, "it's really Aphrodite you have to thank...she's the one who figured out who you are!" Arianna flashed a brilliant smile toward Aphrodite, a smile which contained all of the gratitude that filled her heart...and Aphrodite giggled, "Welcome back to the family, Sis!"

"Anyway," Iolaus continued, "We're going to go now so that you and Zeus can get reacquainted. We'll come to get you when it's time to go to dinner." Once again, Iolaus turned toward the palace, only to be stopped again, this time by Zeus.

"Thank you, Iolaus, you're right, we need time....but, before you go.... Aphrodite has told me what you have done for Arianna, that it is because of your selflessness and courage that Hera's curse has been broken." Zeus paused, looking deeply into Iolaus' eyes (which is a very uncomfortable sensation for any mortal), "All of your life, you have stood by the side of my most beloved son, protecting his life with your own. And now, you have also used your life to bring my most precious daughter back to me. One day there will be an opportunity for me to show you how very much your actions have meant to me. Until then, please accept my heartfelt and eternal gratitude."

Herc had to swallow against a lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. He wasn't sure if he was more moved by his father's 'most beloved son' declaration or by the long overdue recognition Zeus was giving to his best friend, acknowledging Iolaus' extraordinary commitment and courage.

Iolaus was at a complete loss for words. What do you say to the King of the Gods when he as much as says I owe you big time and I will pay my debt. He stammered out, "Please, there is no need to thank me... it's my honour to be Herc's friend and yesterday, when Anna, er, I mean, Arianna was in trouble, I just acted the way I would in any situation like that."

Zeus smiled back at him, "I know, Iolaus, I guess that's the point, isn't it? I am grateful for the man you are."

Herc pulled Iolaus by the arm toward the palace. "Come on, buddy, let's go for a walk." And with that, they left Zeus and Arianna to rediscover one another.

As they walked back into the palace, Iolaus flashed his impish grin at Hercules, "So, what do you think, Herc...will Zeus protect me from Hera?"

Hercules snorted, "I wouldn't count on it, Iolaus."

"You know, I was afraid you say that...."

In the garden, Aphrodite had also decided to 'disappear' to allow Zeus time alone with his long lost daughter. They shared their stories, Zeus explaining how he had searched for her, and Arianna explaining how Hera had found her, had the old people killed...

"They were your grandparents, Arianna, your mother's parents" and his eyes darkened as he thought about what Hera had done to his lovely Ariel and her family.

"Ah, no...I didn't remember..." Arianna sighed. She told Zeus how she had wandered throughout Greece, through so many long, lonely centuries...and she could not hold back the tears. Her father held her tenderly, assured her that the horror was over, that she would never suffer like that again.

"I want you to come home with me, to Olympus," Zeus told her. "It's where you belong now."

Arianna stared at him, "Olympus? I...I'm not sure that I do belong there..." she murmured. "All I have ever known is this world...my only friends are here...please, Father, I need time to think about where I want to be...do you understand?"

Zeus was clearly disappointed...he had searched so long for this child...had despaired of ever finding her. All he wanted now was to keep her close by his side, protect her. Well, he could make sure that Hera left her alone...he would give Hera a direct command that she was never again to hurt this child of his heart and she would have to obey. After all, the rules stipulated that the other gods had to abide by his commands.

After a long pause, Zeus responded. "Alright, my child...I'll come back to see you in the morning to get your answer. And, if you decide to stay here for the time being, you can change your mind later... I will always welcome you on Olympus!"

Arianna hugged her father tightly, grateful that he understood.

Zeus left when Hercules and Iolaus returned to escort Arianna to dinner.

"So," Iolaus asked, "is everything alright? Did you get a chance to...well...begin to get to know one another again?"

Arianna smiled at him brilliantly. "It's like a miracle...I feel like I'm dreaming, it's all so wonderful!" After a pause, she continued more thoughtfully, "Zeus told me that he would make sure that Hera left me alone and he has asked me to go back with him to Olympus."

Herc and Iolaus exchanged quick looks. "Is that what you want to do?" Hercules asked.

"I'm not sure...I told him I need time to think about it. This is the only world I know...." then, looking at them shyly, "and, you are the only friends I have. The changes have all been so sudden....I just need time to decide where I belong."

Iolaus hugged her, "You take all the time you need, Anna, er, Arianna."

Smiling at him, she said, "Please, call me Anna...it's the name I'm used to...."

"Come on then, Anna, let's go in to dinner!" And the friends walked through the gathering dusk to the palace...Iolaus, for one, couldn't wait to tell the others the latest developments...they'd thought the stories at lunch had been something!

Iolaus was not disappointed by the reactions at dinner. Niobe and her advisers were delighted that Arianna had learned who she was, that she had found her family...or, at least the immortal side of her family. However, it did not really surprise them to find out that the Spirit Healer was a demigoddess...she had powers no mortal would ever have. They were all very pleased for her, as well, to know that Zeus had reassured her that Hera would no longer be a threat...pleased for themselves as well, since Hera was now less likely to tear Attica apart looking for her.

Iolaus was genuinely delighted for Arianna. But, the cat was definitely out of the bag. He was increasingly worried about what Hera would do...he could not begin to imagine how furious she would be...and he knew that she would come after him. But then, this wasn't the first time he'd defied Hera...she had been trying to kill Hercules since the day he was born. For the past thirty years, Iolaus was, as often as not, also in the line of fire. So, nothing had really changed, had it? He felt Herc's hand on his shoulder and knew that his friend understood how he was feeling. He gave a sideways look and a wry grin to his partner, to which Hercules responded quietly, "If, or when, she comes after you, Iolaus, you won't be alone." Iolaus just nodded and looked away.

When Arianna told them that Zeus hoped she would go with him to Olympus, Niobe hastened to reassure her that she was welcome to stay in Attica, that they hoped she would stay...but, they would understand if she decided to go. Just then, the little Prince dashed into the Hall, his giggle rippling like the water in a brook...Herc couldn't help but notice the giggle echoed the timbre of another he knew so well. He had to make a conscious effort not to look at Iolaus. The child was scrubbed pink from his bath and was ready for bed...he had just run in to say goodnight to his mother.

Niobe laughed as she scooped him into her arms. "I'm going to soon have to teach you some manners, my sweet," she exclaimed, "interrupting two meals in one day! It's a good thing we're all family and friends!" The child hugged her tightly and, then, as he got down off her knees, he shyly ambled over to Iolaus and held up his arms. As Iolaus gathered the child into his arms and gave him a hug, the child murmured, "'Night, Cousin Iolaus!" Iolaus kissed him softly on the cheek, "Good night, little one...pleasant dreams...." The child scrambled back down onto the floor and Iolaus watched him as he ran out of the hall. Swallowing hard, he smiled winningly at the others at the table, then at Niobe, "He's a wonderful little boy, Niobe...you're very lucky."

"Yes, Iolaus, I am," she smiled back.

The dinner broke up shortly after. Iolaus and Hercules escorted Arianna back to her room.

"What do you think you'll tell Zeus tomorrow, Anna?" Iolaus asked as they came to her door.

She paused as she looked at the two of them. "I believe I belong here...I have gifts that can help the people here...I don't know what I would do on Olympus. I hope it won't hurt him, but I plan to tell him I'm staying."

Both Herc and Iolaus couldn't help grinning with relief...they had hoped she would make this decision. "That's great, Anna," Hercules assured her while Iolaus jumped in, "Yeah, it sure is...I wouldn't have been able to visit if you'd gone to Olympus!"

She smiled happily at both of them and gave each of them a hug before going into her room and closing her door.

As they turned toward their own room, Iolaus said thoughtfully, "You know, Herc, I'm sure Zeus will be disappointed not to have her with him...but, it's good for a father to at least know his child is safe...and happy."

Hercules knew Iolaus was talking about more than Zeus. He laid a gentle hand on his friend's shoulder as they walked slowly down the hall. "Yes, I'm sure it is, Iolaus...but it doesn't make the disappointment any easier to bear." Iolaus nodded, grateful that the man beside him knew him so well that words were not always necessary ...sometimes the words were just too hard to say.

Chapter Three: What Price, Valour?

They had barely closed the door to their chamber when there was a soft knock and it was opened only wide enough to let Niobe slip in.

She wasn't surprised to note that they seemed startled to see her. "Excuse me, I know that this is a bit unorthodox, but I would prefer that no one sees us meeting alone." She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts, "Hector has told me that you have volunteered to meet with King Phyllicus. I don't think I should allow you to do that."

Iolaus snorted, "With all due respect, Niobe, we're not your subjects, and it's not a question of whether you will allow this or not."

Niobe cast a chagrined expression toward Iolaus. "As cocky and stubborn as ever."

Iolaus reacted with feigned and exaggerated surprise at her comment, "Those are my best traits! Why would I ever change them?"

Niobe laughed, recognising that he was teasing her and felt relief that she could still laugh. She couldn't remember the last time anything had seemed the least bit amusing.

"Alright, I do need your help....and I am grateful for it. No one ever really 'wins' a war... and too many people lose...lose their homes, their loved ones, their lives. There has to be a way of resolving this without killing each other. Here," she pulled off the large blue lapis and gold ring she wore on her right hand, "take this. King Phyllicus gave this ring, and a number of matching pieces of jewellery, to me as a gift at my wedding...he'll recognize it and know that you speak for me."

Iolaus took the ring and secured it in his belt. "Thanks Niobe. We'll leave tonight...and, don't worry. Hercules and I will sort this out, won't we Herc?"

"Absolutely. No question." Niobe looked from one to the other, knowing that she was sending them into grave danger. She held Iolaus' eyes, "Be careful and make sure you come back safely...and in one piece! We need time to talk...there are things..." Iolaus nodded and said, reassuringly, "I know, it's okay...we'll have lots of time when this is over'". Niobe held his eyes for a moment, then, without further words, she turned and left the chamber. She did not notice a faint shimmering of the air at the end of the hall, a shimmering that stopped as she turned toward it and hurried down the hall.

The door had no sooner closed when Aphrodite popped into the room. 'Geez,' Iolaus thought, 'this place has more traffic than the port at Pireaus!'

Aphrodite was looking very pleased with herself. "So, I did good, didn't I?" she crowed.

Herc chuckled, "Yes, Aphrodite, you did very good indeed! I've never seen Zeus look so...so happy. And, Anna is overwhelmed. Thank you."

Aphrodite preened at the unstinting praise. "You're welcome...and, so, now you will definitely stop the war from happening???" she wheedled.

Both Hercules and Iolaus burst out laughing...good old Aphrodite...she always had her own priorities clear.

"Yes, Aphrodite," Iolaus assured her, "we'll do what we can."

"That's my boys!" she exclaimed happily, "I knew you wouldn't let me down...so, when do you leave."

"We were just about to pack up and go," Iolaus informed her and picked up his pack to match words to action.

"Great!" she cheered happily before continuing, "and, I really do appreciate this, especially you going so soon...I mean, leaving the kid and all, when you're just found out about him..." Iolaus froze at her words, all expression bleached from his face.

Not noticing, Aphrodite continued merrily, "Well, I mean, Sweet Cheeks, he's so adorable...takes after his dad! I have to give you credit..."

"Aphrodite, stop," Iolaus said quietly.

Not hearing, she babbled on, "...you do great work! You must be so proud of the little dickens...."

"STOP!" Iolaus cried. Shocked, Aphrodite stopped in mid-breath. "Why...what's the matter with you?"

"Aphrodite, you can't..." Iolaus swallowed, "he isn't...you mustn't..."

Aphrodite looked at Iolaus with growing concern. He was sure upset by something ...mystified, she turned to Hercules, who had been listening to her babble on with growing horror.

"Aphrodite, what Iolaus is trying to say, is that the Prince is Orestes' son..."

"But, that's just not true..."

"Aphrodite! Listen carefully...and think about it. The Prince is Orestes' son...if he wasn't, he wouldn't inherit the throne...and," Herc glanced at Iolaus who had backed against the wall, slid down against it and elbows braced on his knees, had buried his face in his hands. "and, if he was someone else's son, he could be in danger from a certain ugly goddess whom we will not name...do you understand?"

Aphrodite actually went white when she realized the extent of Iolaus' distress...and knew that she had been thoughtless, totally insensitive. She liked this little guy and really hadn't meant to cause him any distress. She'd really thought he would be pleased to find out he had such a cute little son. Now she understood that he could not even admit the boy was his. She moved to kneel beside Iolaus and touched him lightly on the shoulder. "I'm sorry, Curly, I really am," she said softly... "but, I meant it, you know, that he was lucky to take after his dad...because his dad is a really great guy."

Iolaus rubbed his face with his hands, raised his head and sighed, "I know you didn't mean any harm, Aphrodite...and thanks...but, please, don't ever, ever...ever suggest to anyone again that he is anything but Orestes' son. Please."

"I won't...I promise." Aphrodite gave him one last look of understanding and then stood, turning back to Hercules. "Well, I guess," she said in a subdued tone, "I guess I'd better go so that you guys can finish packing and go on your way...Later!" and she was gone.

Hercules shook his head slowly, "Iolaus, I'm sorry..."

"It's alright, Herc. Let's just forget it, okay?"

Hercules nodded and looked around the chamber to see if they had everything. There was something else he needed to say before they left...and he didn't look forward to it. Iolaus would not appreciate his concern.

"You know, Iolaus, I'm not sure we both need to go to see King Phyllicus."

"Hercules, don't start..." Iolaus stopped him with a tired voice.

"No, hear me out. You look so much like Orestes that you would be bound to attract attention."

"Herc, we were there last spring and no one commented on my resemblance to Orestes. You know that."

"Well, still, I'm not sure it's worth the risk..."

"Risk, that's what this is about, isn't it." Iolaus turned back to face his friend. "Because the other emissaries disappeared, you think this is likely to be dangerous, even deadly. You're afraid I'll be hurt so you make up this ridiculous reason for me to not to go."

"Iolaus, if you stayed, you could spend more time with Niobe and her son...and, they need you in one piece..."

"Don't, Herc, don't...they have managed perfectly well without me for years." Iolaus sighed before continuing, "I agree that this is likely to be a very dangerous situation. Because I agree, there is no way in Hades that I would ever let you walk into it alone. How do you imagine that I could ever live with myself if something happened to you and I wasn't there to watch your back?"

"Iolaus, please, I have a very bad feeling about all of this..."

"Yeah, so do I. I'm going Herc."

"Dammit, Iolaus, I don't want you to get killed."

Iolaus took a deep breath. "Look, you're still reacting to what happened yesterday. I'm a crazy mortal, I take too many risks...and I get hurt. I'd think after almost thirty years, you'd be used to that by now." Seeing the haunted look in Herc's eyes, Iolaus paused, considering his words. "Herc, if I can't be with you when you need me most, I'm not much of a partner, not much of a friend. I won't let you walk into danger alone, not so long as I live and breathe and can stand by your side. That's just the way it is."

Herc nodded sadly, "I know that Iolaus. I guess I'm just terrified of a day coming when you won't be here anymore." He looked back at his friend, "Every time you get hurt, I feel like you're running out of time, that the odds are more and more against you...and I don't know what to do about that. I need you beside me, Iolaus, but I can't stand the thought that..."

"Then don't think about it. What will be, will be. We can't worry about it or we'll both go crazy. Right?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right." His brilliant smile breaking out across his face, Iolaus laughed, "Well, this is a first...you saying that I'M right! This is one of those special moments that I will just have to remember...and remind you of, frequently!" With a chuckle, Iolaus crossed the room and looked up at the strongest man in the world. "Lighten up, Herc...it'll be okay, you'll see." Grabbing his pack and slinging it over his shoulder, picking up the scabbard with his sword, Iolaus headed toward the door, "Come on," he said, "we have a lot of ground to cover tonight."

They quietly slipped out of the palace, through the city and out into the countryside. They moved like ghosts into the forest, heading north so that they could come into King Phyllicus' territory (which lay to the west) from a different direction. Providing their mission still remained secret, there would be no reason for anyone in Phyllicus' court to suspect that they were emissaries from Niobe.

Iolaus, more skilled in finding trails through the dark forest, led the way, but he took the time to double back at regular intervals to cover their trail. When Iolaus wanted to disappear into the countryside, he knew how to become virtually invisible. They moved silently, like shadows and only stopped to rest a hour before dawn.

"We're about two hours from Phyllicus' stronghold," Iolaus told Hercules, "so we can get a few hours sleep and arrive there later this morning."

"Sounds like a plan." With no further discussion, the two of them found comfortable patches of ground and promptly fell asleep.

Over breakfast the next morning, they discussed the approach they would take. Their story was that they were passing through on their way to Iolaus' sister's place. If anyone asked, they would say that her husband had recently been killed in an accident and they were off to help her with the harvest. Hercules and Iolaus knew Phyllicus fairly well so it was natural that they would stop by the palace to pay their respects when passing through the town. Hercules would take the opportunity to speak privately with the King, so Iolaus gave him Niobe's ring to present to King Phyllicus.

In the meantime, Iolaus would remain outside the private quarters. While he would appear to be simply waiting for his friend, in reality he would be standing vigil, watching for trouble. It was a simple plan, direct and uncomplicated. With luck, they would be in and out by in less than an hour. Both men were convinced that Phyllicus would want peace...that he had no part in the disappearance of the emissaries or in the border conflict. So, part of what they needed to find out, if they could, was who was behind the trouble...who was trying to start a war?

They were breaking camp, Herc stamping out the fire and Iolaus was stuffing their supplies into his pack, when he looked up and saw Ares standing there in all his black leather arrogance, arms crossed on his chest, uncharacteristically waiting quietly to be noticed. "Uh, Herc, we have company..."

Hercules turned around and saw his brother. "Ares, what are you doing here?"

Ares grimaced and hesitated, as if he was unsure of what to say. Taking a deep breath, he started, "I know we've had our differences...and I know you won't believe me...but, I'm here because...well, because I wanted to warn you."

"Warn me?" Hercules repeated...clearly skeptical. "Warn me about what?"

"Not you, Hercules," Ares continued, "I came to warn your little blond buddy...I've never seen Mommy Dearest so beside herself with rage." He shook his head as if he was really very disturbed by the threat Hera posed. "After Zeus left, she just kept shouting... 'He's supposed to be DEAD. The curse required the sacrifice of a mortal life...WHY ISN'T HE DEAD???'"

Ares looked with profound sympathy at Iolaus and asked, "Just out of curiosity, why aren't you dead?"

Iolaus rolled his eyes...he couldn't believe this conversation. "I guess I'm just lucky," he said in a flat voice.

Ares sadly shook his head, "Well, I'm sorry to tell you that your luck may have just run out."

Herc, knowing it wouldn't do any good to explain, but feeling that it couldn't hurt to try, intervened, "We didn't know about the curse...Hera's fight is with Zeus, not with Iolaus."

"Sorry, Hercules. Hera doesn't see it that way. And you know, for once, she doesn't seem the least bit concerned with you. She just kept saying things like, 'this mortal is MINE and I will make him pay'" Turning to Iolaus, Ares continued, almost as if he was reluctant to put the horrible idea into words. "She says she's going to lay a curse upon you, Iolaus, a curse that will tear your soul apart. She said that you would be in agony for the rest of your miserable life." Taking a deep breath, Ares concluded, "She says she's going to destroy you, before the sun sets today."

Hercules had been watching Iolaus while Ares had recounted Hera's threat and knew that the look of unconcerned bravado was feigned. "Ares," he said, "why are you here? Why are you telling us this?"

"Why? I don't know...it's not like me, is it?...I guess I just thought you should know...so you could decide whether to hang around here...or go far away, at least until she calms down...you might even want to leave Greece for awhile."

"I'm sorry, Ares, I just don't buy it...you've never cared when Hera has come after us before." Herc chuckled without humour, "I'd think that you would find a good seat to watch the entertainment rather than warn us to take off!"

Ares feigned hurt feelings, "I knew you wouldn't believe me...but, I had to try. The fact is, I kinda admire your little buddy...and it's one thing to blow him away in battle, but," he shook his head and shuddered dramatically, "the thought of being cursed by Hera...well, it's just so gruesome and I guess I just thought he deserved better. Oh well, at least I tried...you'll make your own decisions." Spreading his hands wide and shrugging his shoulders as if there was just nothing else he could do, Ares smirked and disappeared.

Iolaus stared blankly at the spot Ares had just vacated, "Well, that was weird."

Hercules nodded, pondering what had just happened, wondering why Ares had come to warn them.

Iolaus looked over at Hercules. "Do you think he was making it all up...you know, the parts about what Hera said?"

Hercules looked with sincere concern at his friend, "No, I don't think he was making that part up...I think he told us exactly what she said...I just don't believe his reasons for telling us. He's up to something...I just don't know what."

Iolaus who looked quizzically up at his partner. "Well, if you're right, and that is what Hera said, don't you wish that Hera would just once say what she really feels instead of beating around the bush?"

"This isn't a joke, Iolaus. She's coming after you...and, she's coming today."

Iolaus just shrugged with feigned unconcern, "Oh, Hercules, she's thrown lots of hissy fits in the past and we have always beaten her. Why should this time be any different? Besides, being forewarned is being forearmed."

Notwithstanding his apparent confidence, Iolaus knew that this was, indeed, different. Hera would not rest until he had paid her price. But, talking about it, worrying about it, wouldn't help anything. So, Iolaus drew upon his second favourite avoidance tactic... if a problem couldn't be dealt with, then just ignore it, pretend it doesn't exist. It was this strategy that he had drawn upon time and time again through the years to push down and hide away his personal sorrows. Picking up his pack and flinging it over his shoulder, he stated, "Well, we have work to do before she comes for me. Let's go."

Hercules looked at him and shrugged. There really wasn't anything more to say. They would deal with her when she showed up...he wouldn't let Hera hurt Iolaus. He took one last look around the grove where they had camped and then followed his friend through the forest.

By midmorning, the two friends had left the forest and were heading down the road that led to the city gates. As they travelled, they tried to make sense of the mystery of the missing emissaries and the continued incursions along the border. Neither of them believed that King Phyllicus could be responsible for these actions. Phyllicus was more a scholar than a warrior. He was lean and introspective, a philosopher by nature. This was not a man who thrived on conflict and war. But there was no denying a complex plot was in play, particularly given that Hector was certain there was a spy in their court, someone with very privileged access to information.

"It just doesn't make sense. There's no profit in war for either Niobe's domain or Phyllicus' kingdom. Who could possibly want war for it's own sake?" Iolaus asked impatiently. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he and Hercules said simultaneously, "Ares!"

They stopped in mid-stride to consider this possibility. "Now, this begins to make some sense," Hercules said, "the continued peace in this area of Greece must be driving Ares crazy. No wonder he was trying to get us out of Greece...he doesn't want us interfering with his plans."

Iolaus nodded, "You've got that right. And, if it is Ares, then there may not be any spy at all in Attica...Ares could listen in to conversations between Niobe, Hector and the others with none of them realizing he was even there."

Herc nodded his agreement, "Then, he could relay the information to whoever is helping him take out the emissaries and is raiding the border villages."

"So, all we have to do now is figure out who is supporting Ares...right?" Iolaus looked up at his big friend. "Herc, this means that Ares obviously knows that we are on our way to see King Phyllicus."

Hercules sighed as he looked around the peaceful countryside. "It just doesn't get easier, does it, Iolaus."

"On the other hand, Herc, the good news is that we won't have to look for his supporters ...they are probably already waiting for us."

Hercules grimaced as he looked down at Iolaus, "You have a very strange idea of what constitutes 'good news', my friend...have you ever noticed that?"

Iolaus giggled, "Hey, c'mon, these clowns, whoever they are, will never be a match for us!" Hercules returned Iolaus' grin, shook his head and the two resumed their journey.

Ares had watched this exchange in the pool of water in the urn beside his throne in his temple in Phyllicus' territory. The temple had an abandoned look about it...five years of peace did not leave many worshippers or supplicants for the God of War. Still, there were some left...one, a soldier dressed in the colours of King Phyllicus' court, was kneeling before him.

Ares grimaced as he watched the two warriors continue on their journey. 'Well, bro,' he thought, 'you can't say I didn't warn you...only, now you will have to contend with me and not just my very angry mother.' Turning to the soldier at his feet, he growled impatiently, "Stand up...a warrior shouldn't grovel."

The soldier scrambled hastily to his feet, as Ares continued, "My brother, Hercules and his sidekick, Iolaus, are on their way to meet King Phyllicus. You know what to do."

The soldier nodded, slapped his right hand to his left shoulder in a salute and left the temple. Ares stared after him, musing, "Well, brother of mine, I may have a surprise for you...one that I don't think you'll enjoy." Thinking about what was in store for his much hated brother, a wicked and cruel smile curved around his lips and he started to laugh.

The sun was almost at its zenith and the city gates were not far ahead; the upper reaches of the citadel of gray stone brooded over the city walls. Before long, Hercules and Iolaus had reached the outer courtyard of the citadel and asked the palace guards at the entrance for an audience with the King. One of the guards went into the palace while two others remained at their post.

In a casual, friendly manner, Iolaus approached the guards, observing "Hey, that's a great amulet you're wearing -- I've always been partial to blue stones like that one. It's a real beauty!" With similar enthusiasm he noted the almost identical stones in the other guard's golden armband. "You guys must have found these pieces in the same market...they look like a matched set, don't they, Herc?" Iolaus caught his partner's eyes.

Hercules nodded in a friendly, but seemingly indifferent way. Iolaus was right, there could be little doubt. The jewellery worn by the guards matched the ring he carried hidden in his shirt. Niobe must have given similar pieces to each of the previous emissaries. It seemed they had found at least two of Ares' worshippers. When the third guard returned to admit them to the palace, they both noticed the lapis earring he was wearing. Hercules and Iolaus exchanged another look, one that said, "If the whole palace guard is in on this, it doesn't look good."

Two of the guards escorted them into the King's presence. King Phyllicus, although not an expressive man, welcomed them warmly and readily acceded to Hercules' request for a few minutes of his time. Herc was not happy about leaving Iolaus alone with the guards, but he knew his friend could take care of himself. As he moved into the inner chamber with the King, Iolaus leaned casually against a pillar in the hall, smiling peacefully at the two guards as if he didn't have a care in the world.

Inside the King's reception room, Hercules wasted no time coming to the point.

"King Phyllicus, I've come with a message from Queen Niobe...she gave me this ring so that you would know that she sent us to meet with you."

King Phyllicus reached for the ring and nodded, "I'm not really surprised to see you, Hercules." At the other's look of surprise, the King continued, "Well, perhaps I wasn't expecting you specifically, but I have met with another emissary from Queen Niobe. I told him what I will now tell you. I have no idea who is leading the raids along the border...they are attacking some of my villages as well, did you know that?" Hercules shook his head, "No, that information has not reached Queen Niobe. All of the men she has sent to you have disappeared."

"All? But, I only met with one...Disappeared, you say? ...I had just assumed that he had returned to her. I was puzzled when she never responded to my message to her saying that I wished to work with her to resolve these transgressions....but now I begin to understand. Someone has betrayed us."

Hercules studied the man before him wondering if he was telling the truth or lying. Everything he knew about King Phyllicus led him to believe the man was being honest with him. But, if that was the case, the King had no idea that the members of his own personal palace guard were aligned against his interests and his desire for peace. This meant the King was at grave risk of assassination.

"So, to be sure I understand, you're saying that you want to maintain the treaty with Queen Niobe and the other members of the League of Peace?" When the King nodded, Hercules continued, "Then, I'd better tell you what Iolaus and I think is happening. We believe that Ares is at the bottom of this conflict in an effort to destroy the League of Peace by causing a war between your two kingdoms."

Phyllicus nodded thoughtfully, "Well, Ares could not have been pleased when our warriors ceased worshiping him."

Herc sighed, "I'm very sorry to tell you that I think he still has supporters here in your palace."

"Oh, Hercules, I don't think that's possible. I'm certain my people are loyal to me."

"I'm sure most of them are, but several members of your palace guard are wearing pieces of jewellery that match the ring I just gave you. Jewellery that Iolaus and I believe was carried by the other emissaries from Queen Niobe."

The King was stunned, "Why I, I don't know what to say to that...I never noticed...but, then, I don't pay much attention to that sort of thing. My own guards..." Grimly, Phyllicus looked back at Hercules, "This means we must take care that they do not find out what we know about their betrayal. You...and I ... would be at great risk."

Hercules nodded. "I don't think you're in any immediate danger. Is there any senior officer in your army that you know, beyond any doubt, you can trust?"

Phyllicus thought for a moment and nodded his head, "Yes, my old friend Anais would never betray me."

"Good, then an hour or so after Iolaus and I have left, call Anais to see you, let him know what is happening and have him provide you with personal guards you can both trust. Iolaus and I expect that most of those who are loyal to Ares will try to ambush us once we leave here today."

"Well, if they do, they deserve everything that happens to them. I have no doubt who would triumph in such a confrontation."

Hercules smiled, "With luck, this will break the plot wide open and you'll soon be able to see who is on your side, and who is not. Guard yourself well. Now, I better get back to Iolaus. The sooner we leave, the sooner we can get word back to Queen Niobe."

"Guard yourselves as well, Hercules...and, thank you, my friend. I expect your help will save my kingdom...and my life."

Hercules rejoined Iolaus who had been amusing himself spinning the tale about his sister and her need for help with the harvest to the guards. Regrettably, they did not look as if they believed a word he was saying, continuing to regard him with cold, stony expressions.

"Ah, Hercules, you're back. I guess we'll be on our way then. So long, fellas, it's been a pleasure chatting with you." Hercules could feel the tension of the two guards and with a stony look of his own towards them, he fell in behind Iolaus as they headed out of the palace compound. The two friends said little until they were heading out of the city.

"You know, Herc, we've got quite a walk ahead of us...maybe we should find something to eat before we leave town."

Hercules looked at his friend with amusement. No matter what was going on, whatever danger might lurk around them, Iolaus could always find time for food. "Okay, but let's get something we can eat on the way." Iolaus grinned as he led them toward a market stall to purchase cheese and a couple of apples.

Later, after leaving the city gates, Iolaus munched on an apple as he asked Hercules, "So, how did it go with King Phyllicus?"

"Iolaus, he had no idea of what has been happening right under his nose! But, I believe him when he says he wants no part of war."

"Yeah, well, Phyllicus has never been all that aware of what is going on around him...too busy thinking great thoughts. I assume you enlightened him?"

Hercules nodded. "He will arrange for new guards, ones that he can trust, before the day is out."

"So, what happens now?"

"Now we wait for Ares to make his move."

"You called?" Ares smirked as he materialized in front of them.

Smirking right back, Hercules enquired sarcastically, "Why Ares, fancy seeing you again today. Is there something we can do for you?"

With his typically haughty demeanor, Ares drawled smugly, "Oh, I think you know why I'm here, little brother. Ah, Curly, so you're still alive and kicking are you?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" enquired Iolaus with an air of amazed innocence.

Ares chuckled darkly, "I've always liked you, Iolaus...you've got spunk! Unfortunately, that's not likely to do you much good." Shaking his head, unable to suppress a grin, Ares continued, "I don't really think you have any idea how royally pissed off Mom is with you." Ares sighed, as if with deep regret, "I've never seen her like this...she is going to squash you like a bug."

Iolaus responded with a flat tone, "Oh! Now I'm really scared."

Hercules cut across the banter, "Enough of this nonsense, Ares. What do you want?"

Ares feigned a hurt look, "Hercules, Hercules...here I am trying to give you a little friendly warning, not to mention to give a fond farewell to your little buddy, and you don't seem at all glad to see me."

"Just get on with it."

Ares smirked, "Alright, bro, I know you've figured out my little game. You know that I can't let you go back to Niobe to tell her what is going on. So, I don't have any option but to have my guys kill you." He continued with a cold laugh, "Actually, Iolaus, I think killing you would be doing you a favour at this point!"

Iolaus grinned, "Well now, that is helpful information, Ares. I don't suppose you'd like to tell us just how your toadies plan to do us in?"

Ares could not resist gloating, "Well, no, actually I don't....I just couldn't resist a last goodbye." And, with his rich, rolling laugh, Ares vanished from their sight.

Iolaus mused, "He's a real charmer, your brother...I can see why the two of you have always been so close."

"DON'T call him my "brother"....ugh! I really, really hate that guy."

Iolaus just giggled and started walking. Hercules marvelled at Iolaus' good humour; nothing ever seemed to repress his friend's effervescent spirits. It was midafternoon and so far both Hera and Ares had said they would have their heads before the day was over. And still he was able to laugh. Unable to resist his buddy's high spirits, Herc grinned, "Iolaus, what would I ever do without you?"

"I don't know, Herc, I just don't know. C'mon, we've got a ways to go, and some bad guys to deal with, before this day is done."

The two warriors might pretend to one another that they were unconcerned, but both kept a wary eye on their environment, knowing that an ambush was waiting ahead of them. They were leaving the open plain, headed toward the wooded area between the domains of Phyllicus and Niobe, when, just beyond a curve in the road, where it narrowed as the forest encroached on either side, Ares' soldiers attacked. The assault began with a knife thrown at Hercules, a knife he caught in midair. Then, yelling wildly, nine, maybe ten, soldiers, brandishing knives and swords, jumped out from behind the trees and charged at them.

Back to back, Hercules and Iolaus fought their enemies. The battle waged furiously, Hercules throwing one soldier after another high into the trees, where they either were tangled in the branches or fell unconscious to the ground. Iolaus drew his sword and parried sword thrusts, spinning and dodging, using his feet to kick knives from hands and to beat back his attackers. The heroic partners were winning, there were only three soldiers left standing. Just as Hercules grabbed his last opponent in his left hand to deck him with a roundhouse punch from his right, he saw, out of the corner of his eye, a soldier in the act of throwing a knife ... a knife that was aimed at Iolaus.

Without hesitation, Hercules pushed Iolaus out of the way with his right arm and pitched the soldier away from him in a wild effort to bring his left arm back to catch the knife before it hit him ... but, there wasn't time. Twisting, trying to evade the knife, Herc was partially successful...it ripped through his vest and left a nasty cut along his ribs, but at least it hadn't buried itself in his chest. 'Whew!' he thought, 'close call!' and he turned to see if Iolaus needed any help.

Although Iolaus had seen the knife fly past him, he did not realize what had happened. He dispatched the soldier he had been grappling with when Herc had shoved him aside and then took out the last one, the one who had thrown the knife, with a flying double kick. Landing and rolling to his feet, he dusted his hands and turned, grinning at their success, only to see Hercules dabbing at the cut.

"What happened, Herc? Are you hurt?" Iolaus asked anxiously as he made his way to his partner's side. "Let me see that."

"It's nothing, Iolaus...just a scratch...have you got a rag in that pack of your's that I can cover it with until it stops bleeding?"

"Yeah, sure," and, rummaging in his pack, Iolaus pulled out a cloth and handed it to Hercules who pressed it against his side and then straightened up. "You're sure you're alright?"

"Yes, Iolaus, I'm sure...it's just a scratch." Grabbing a vine from a nearby tree, he said, "Come on, help me tie these guys up and we can be on our way." It didn't take long for the pair to restrain their unconscious attackers. When they were done, Herc dusted his hands at a job well done while Iolaus shoved his sword back into it's scabbard and retrieved his pack...and then they continued down the road.

They hadn't gone far when Iolaus noticed that Hercules kept lifting his hand to his side, rubbing at it unconsciously. "Is that wound bothering you Herc?"

Hercules looked absentmindedly back at Iolaus, "No...well, maybe it's burning a little... it's just annoying." Iolaus gave him a concerned look...he thought Herc looked a bit flushed, he but didn't say anything further...he just kept an eye on Hercules as they continued along the road. After a while, he noticed that Hercules was walking slower and was tending to weave a little. Moving closer, he reached out a hand to steady his friend and, when he touched Herc's arm, he hissed in surprise. "Herc, you're burning up! Let me take a look at that wound!"

Impatiently, Hercules brushed off his hand. "I'm fine Iolaus...it's fine. I'm just a little dizzy...don't you think it's hot today..." Iolaus took Herc's arm in a stronger grip, forcing him to stop. Moving in front of him, Iolaus looked into his eyes...and didn't like what he saw. Herc's eyes were unfocused, the pupils huge. He was flushed and sweating.

"No, Hercules, it's not hot...you've got a fever. Let me look at that wound." Ignoring Herc's protest, Iolaus pushed back his vest and took the makeshift bandage off the wound. 'Uh oh,' he thought, 'this isn't just an ordinary scratch.' "Hercules, I think we have a problem." He looked up into his friend's eyes. "The 'scratch' has turned a very ugly and angry shade of red...and your side is swollen...it looks like it's badly infected."

"That's impossible...there hasn't been time..." Herc winced...it was starting to hurt.

"There must have been poison on that knife, Herc. Here, sit down on the log over there...let me get some of it out." If it's not too late, he thought. Guiding Hercules to the log, Iolaus drew out his knife, knelt beside Hercules and looked up at his friend. "This will hurt," he warned. Hercules just nodded and looked away. He winced as Iolaus made a cross cut over the scratch and leaned forward to suck the wound, trying to draw out whatever poison still remained at the site of the injury. Three times, Iolaus sucked out the wound and spit on the ground. Then, he rummaged in his pack, pulled out some herbs to put on the wound and a clean cloth to cover it. Standing, he put his hand on Herc' shoulder. "That's all we can do for now...I wish we could stop...walking will only make the poison travel through your system faster...but, I think we need to keep going."

Hercules nodded, "I'll be fine...I can walk." But, he couldn't quite muffle a groan as he stood...and swayed. Iolaus quickly reached out and put an arm around him. "Here, lean on me." Iolaus knew Herc must be feeling ill indeed when he quietly accepted the help rather than insisting that he could manage on his own.

Iolaus tried to figure how far they still were from Attica. It had taken them all night to circle around through the forest, but they were taking the direct road back...they'd been travelling for more than an hour before the ambush...they couldn't be much more than three more hours from Attica. He had to get Herc back...there wasn't much between here and there, no healers or temples to Aesclepius. He had to get Herc to Anna...she'd be able to help him.

They trudged on for almost an hour. Hercules was leaning more and more heavily upon him as they walked, ever more slowly, towards Attica. His breathing was starting to get raspy and he had stumbled twice in the last ten minutes. When he stumbled again, Iolaus brought them to a stop. "Let's just rest a minute, Herc...catch your breath." Looking up at Hercules' face, Iolaus was alarmed to see that Herc was grey, his face lined with pain. Herc looked down at Iolaus, shook his head to clear his vision...everything had gotten so fuzzy. He felt sick, cramps gripping his belly...and every muscle in his body burned with a bitter pain.

"I...I need to sit down for a minute, Iolaus," he mumbled as he started to sway. Iolaus led him to the side of the road, into the shade under the trees and helped him to the ground. Herc was so dizzy, he couldn't sit up...he just wanted to curl up so he rolled over onto his side, moaning. Iolaus knelt by his head and shifted him so that he could rest his shoulders and head against Iolaus' bent leg and shoulder. "Herc?"

"It hurts, Iolaus," Hercules gasped, "it hurts so much...I can't stand it..." and he groaned as he drew his knees up and he gripped Iolaus' hand. Iolaus was frantic...he didn't know how to help Hercules...they were so close to Attica, no more than two hours away...so close. But, he couldn't carry Hercules and he had nothing with which to make a sled to drag him further...unless, he looked around him. There were small, thin trees he could use as poles and there were vines....

"Hang on, Herc...I'll be right back." Iolaus eased his friend down onto the ground and taking his sword, he hacked down the saplings and cut vines from the trees. Working as fast as he could, he lashed the vines to the poles and made a crude sled that Herc could rest upon. He dragged it back to where Hercules lay and coaxed his friend to roll over onto it. "Easy, Herc, just rest...we're not far from Attica...Anna will be able to help you, I know she will...just hang on, okay?"

Hercules nodded, only barely conscious. Iolaus turned, stood between the poles and picking them up, began to drag his friend to help. Desperate with fear, Iolaus went as fast as he could. His back and arms ached...Herc was a big guy and the improvised sled was not easy to drag along the ground. He'd gone at least another two or three miles...he was sweating...the poles slipping in his hands and he was breathing heavily with exertion...none of that mattered. He had to get Hercules to Anna...he couldn't let Herc die...he just couldn't. Herc was getting worse...he'd been moaning in an agony he could not suppress almost as soon as Iolaus had helped him onto the sled. Suddenly, Hercules began to convulse on the sled, unbalancing it, and he rolled off into the dust of the road.

"Oh, gods, no..." Iolaus whispered, "HERCULES!" he cried as he threw down the poles and knelt by his fallen comrade. Turning Hercules over, Iolaus supported his friend's shoulders with his arm, resting Herc's head against his own shoulder while his knee braced Herc's back.

Hercules was ashen; blood was seeping from the wound in his side, staining his vest. "Hold on, Hercules...oh gods, you can't die." Hercules moaned softly and, grimacing in pain, wordlessly looked up at Iolaus. "Hercules!" Iolaus whispered again, as his friend groaned and curled against the pain. Oh gods, what could he do? They weren't going to make it to Attica. "Hercules, please, hold on, please..."

Herc grabbed Iolaus' arm, whispered weakly, "No, Iolaus, I...oh gods...it hurts Iolaus ...please, just...stay with me."

Iolaus groaned, tears filling his eyes, "No, this can't be happening...this is my fault...you pushed me out of the way...it should have been me...oh gods, Hercules, I'm so sorry."

A ghost of a smile graced Herc's face before he grimaced again in pain, "My turn ... to save your life...for a change...." Hercules flinched, his eyes wincing against the agony that consumed him. He could not suppress the moan that escaped his lips. "Not your fault...Iolaus" he murmured as he twisted against the pain that burned throughout his body, making it hard to breathe, hard not to scream out in agony. There were things he wanted to say, but he couldn't focus, couldn't think, could only endure, resist as long as possible.

Iolaus held his friend tightly, as if he could hold onto Hercules' life with his hands. In desperation, he felt Hercules slipping away...and it ripped his soul apart. "ZEUS!" he cried, "ZEUS! Where are you? You promised me you'd pay me back...Zeus, save Hercules for me, please, save him for me..."

Hercules shuddered against the pain, curled toward Iolaus, pressing his arms against his body as if this could hold back the waves of agony, clenching his jaw against the soft moans he could not restrain. Over and over, Iolaus called out to the King of the Gods, begging for Hercules' life, pleading for mercy...but there was no response. Unable any longer to resist the searing torment, Hercules convulsed, and one long wrenching cry, "Iolaus!", escaped his lips as his back arched. Then, Iolaus felt Hercules go still in his arms, heard his last breath sigh softly in the silence. His best friend, the man he loved like a brother, the man whose life was the basis of his own existance, had died. Iolaus wept bitterly, unconsolable in his anguished grief. It was a nightmare. Hercules was dead. "Zeus, why didn't you save him...why...".

Iolaus held onto his friend, cradling the larger man against his body. As the day drifted toward dusk, Iolaus was tortured by his feelings of guilt and loss. "I failed him, it was my fault," he whispered. "If I had stayed back in Attica like he wanted, he wouldn't have had to push me out of the way...he would have caught that knife." And, then, with a sob, he cried, "Oh gods, how can I go on without him?"

The pain Iolaus felt could not have been greater if he himself had been hit with the knife; the blame he heaped upon himself as he sobbed over his friend's body burned as fiercely as any poison. For as long as he could remember, his purpose in living had been to stand at this man's side, protect his back, support him in all that he chose to do. And now, it was his fault that Hercules was dead...it should have been him. It should have been him.

Gradually, Iolaus became aware that Hera had appeared beside them and was silently revelling in the scene before her. Iolaus gently laid Hercules on the ground and stood to confront Hera, standing between her and the body of his friend. He couldn't stand the gloating look of triumph in her eyes.

"So, he's finally dead, is he?" Hera crooned, "I must find a special way to reward Ares for this."

Iolaus hated her with a blind passion. "You've finally gotten your wish, Hera...now, just go away and leave us alone!" but, Iolaus could not hide the grief in his voice.

"Go away? Not yet," Hera murmured as she studied Iolaus with a speculative look in her eye. This was so much better than anything she could have contrived to punish this useless little man. "It's your fault, isn't it, that he's dead? It's because of you, your failure to protect him...in fact, your incompetence that caused his injury." She smiled maliciously as she saw Iolaus wince and look away. "You've forgotten why I'm here, haven't you?"

Iolaus looked back at her, awareness dawning in his eyes...the curse. Hera was here to extract her revenge. He found he didn't care...it didn't matter anymore...nothing mattered anymore. In one last gesture of contempt for her, and to ensure his last sight was of Hercules, Iolaus turned his back on Hera and stood looking quietly down at his fallen friend. ' I'm so sorry, Hercules,' he thought, 'she's right, it is my fault. I...I hope that wherever you are, you will someday forgive me...I'm sorry...' He had not finished his thought, when, raising her arm to point at him, Hera intoned, "I curse you, Iolaus, I curse your spirit to live within this moment until the day your body dies of old age. Seeing nothing else, hearing nothing else...only the sight of your friend dead, only the sound of his last breath; knowing that you failed him, that he is dead because of you. I curse your mind and soul to remain here in this everlasting moment of guilt and despair." As she finished speaking, she waved her hand and a light flashed around Iolaus. When the light disappeared, he was still standing, but his posture had lost it's tension...and his eyes were blank...a single tear slipped from his eye, to rest upon his cheek. The darkened forest was silent.

It was with great compassion that Zeus looked upon his fallen son and his stricken comrade. He had heard Iolaus' plea for the life of Hercules. According to the rules that govern the acts of the gods, Zeus could only repay Iolaus once for having brought Arianna back to him. He could lift the curse but would Iolaus thank him for that, if Hercules' life was the price? Zeus thought not. In all of his experience, he had never known anyone to have a greater love for his brother than Iolaus had for Hercules. Whether cursed by Hera or by his own broken spirit, bringing Iolaus back from the moment in which his mind, and his soul, had been frozen, would not end his pain. But, Zeus could honour his last request. He could restore life to his best loved son.

Standing over his son, on the side away from where Iolaus stood, Zeus called gently, "Wake up, Hercules. Wake up, now." The wound on Herc's side disappeared, and Hercules gradually awakened, confused and disoriented. Opening his eyes, he realized he was lying on the forest road and, looking up, he saw his father standing over him. "Zeus?" he muttered as he raised a hand to his side, noting that the wound was gone...the pain was gone. He pushed himself up to a sitting position. "What happened? What are you doing here?"

Zeus replied in a warm, steady tone, "Iolaus demanded that I honour my commitment to him, that I repay him for his gift of Arianna. Hercules, Iolaus demanded the return of your life."

"Iolaus? Where..." and twisting around, Hercules saw Iolaus standing quietly beside him, motionless, eyes open, blank and staring. His breath caught in his throat as he came to his feet and reached out to touch Iolaus' shoulder, "What's happened to him?"

"It was Hera, Hercules. She has taken her revenge."

Flinching, Hercules turned back to his father, "And you just let her??? After everything Iolaus has done for you??? After what you owed him....HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?"

Zeus seemed sincerely regretful as he explained patiently, "I could not both restore your life and lift the curse. I had to choose, Hercules, so I chose to honour Iolaus' final request. I'm sorry, Hercules... I cannot do more for him."

Breathing heavily, as if he had run a great race, grief etched in the lines of his face, Hercules stared at his father, then turned and placed both hands on each of Iolaus' shoulders, staring into his eyes. Iolaus stared blindly back, unaware of where he was, or of what was happening. A single tear slipped from his eye, as if he was trapped in a world of infinite sadness. Hercules shook him, "Iolaus, wake up! C'mon, Iolaus... Iolaus?" then, with his eyes still locked on his friend's face, he whispered "What has she done to him?"

"Iolaus believed that you had died..died because you had saved his life...and, Hera has turned his grief against him. She has locked him in the endless moment of your death. His mind, and his soul, will live only in that moment for the rest of his life, unaware of anything else, unaware that I heard him plead for your life, or that I granted his request."

Filled with wrath and desperation, Hercules turned on Zeus, "You have to be able to help him...you're the King of the Gods! You OWE him!"

"Hercules. Stop. There is nothing I can do...the rules..."

"RULES! You gods and your useless rules! I HATE YOUR RULES!" Hercules was sickened by the thought of the torment gripping his best friend's mind, his best friend's soul. Neither alive nor dead, Iolaus was trapped somewhere out of reach, beyond help.

"There is nothing you can do for him, either, Hercules, beyond finding someone to care for his body....Your friend will be unable to care for himself."

"I won't abandon him...I will not give up on him. There has to be a way to help him...there is always a way."

"I'm sorry, Hercules, there are some things even you can not do." Hearing these words, Hercules remembered when Iolaus had said exactly the same thing, after Alcmene had died; he heard the echo of his friend's voice. Would he ever hear that voice again?

"If you can't help, go away. Leave me alone with him...just...go away." Zeus nodded sadly and silently faded from sight. Hercules turned back to Iolaus, sickened by the blank look in Iolaus' eyes.

"Why?" Hercules murmured, "Why is it always you who suffers? You have been hurt so often, you have died for me...I wasn't sorry that this time it was my life at risk, if it meant saving your's...why am I here and you're...you're lost and in pain, somewhere I can't reach?" Shaking Iolaus in desperation, Hercules pleaded, "Please, Iolaus, you have to hear my voice. Please, you have to let me in."

But, Iolaus remained still, unresponsive, eyes staring ahead into the night. Within Iolaus' mind, the moment of Hercules' death played over and over, flaying his soul. And, locked within that moment, Iolaus wished with all his heart that he, too, was dead.

Hercules sighed deeply. He had promised Iolaus that he would not be alone when Hera came for him...but, he had been alone. Hercules had failed him. "Hera," Hercules vowed, "I will make you pay for this, if it takes the rest of my life."

Picking up Iolaus' pack and sword, sadly, with infinite gentleness, Hercules turned the brother of his heart, turned him back down the road toward Attica. Pulling gently on his arm, Hercules was able to make Iolaus walk beside him...slowly, steadily but stiffly...the muscles of the body responding, but with no animation or energy. As they walked, Hercules talked softly to him, hoping that, somehow, his friend would hear him, would wake and laugh up at him, teasing him for his concern. As they walked, Hercules whispered encouragement and entreaties, offered assurances that he would not give up, that Iolaus would be alright. No response. Iolaus walked like a silent spectre at his side. Not really alive, and not dead. With each step, Hercules' heart broke a little more from the weight of despair that had settled upon his own soul.

Not far from the city of Attica, Hercules stopped wearily by a forest stream. Iolaus had kept walking forward and Hercules had to take a quick step to take his arm to stop him. In response, Iolaus stopped and stood...not turning, not reacting in any other way. Hercules dropped his arm from Iolaus' and searched Iolaus' pack for a cup. Finding one, he filled it at the stream and then returned to hold it to Iolaus' lips, to try to get him to drink. Iolaus drank impassively...the body drank, but there was no awareness...his mind was not there...it was back along the road, back in another moment of time...a moment in which he was staring at Herc's lifeless body. His mind felt nothing but pain...but his body was little more than a zombie. Hercules stared into the blank, unresponsive eyes and wished desperately that there was some way to break through to him. There had to be a way.

His reverie was interrupted by the smug sound of Ares' voice. "I can't believe it, Hercules...I really thought I had gotten you this time. It was so sweet...having a mortal wound you with that poisoned knife meant that I hadn't violated Zeus' command against killing you personally...and yet, here you are, alive and well." Ares shook his head in frustration.

"Get out of here, Ares..." Herc's voice was low, dangerous. He wanted desperately to lash out at someone, anyone...to make someone pay for what was happening to Iolaus.

"It's his fault, you know...you'd be dead if your little buddy hadn't bargained with Zeus." Ares grimaced in disgust, but then he smirked, "But, at least Hera got him...I guess the day isn't a total loss." Herc whirled around, ready to launch himself at Ares, ready to tear him apart...when Ares disappeared, leaving only the sound of his laughter on the wind. Filled with impotent rage, Hercules screamed in frustration, in anger...in despair. The despair won. Turning back to Iolaus, he looked helplessly at his friend. "Iolaus," he murmured, "please, Iolaus...you have to come back to me."

They would soon be in Attica. In his mind's eye, he could see Niobe running to meet them, crying out in dismay, when she saw the shell of Iolaus at his side. He could see the child, the son Iolaus could not admit to without destroying the boy's life. 'It's not fair', he raged in his mind. 'Iolaus does not deserve this ... this Tarturus on earth.' And what was the punishment for? Why had he been cursed? Because this brave, selfless man had been willing to die to save someone else, someone he didn't even know. That was his crime. This was his reward for courage and honour. This was the wage he'd earned for helping someone vulnerable, someone in need...this was the price of his valour.

Damn Zeus and his affairs! DAMN HERA AND HER VENGENCE!!!! Herc's throat closed in his grief and frustration. Taking Iolaus by the arm to continue their journey to Attica, Hercules was unaware of the tears that streamed down his own face. He couldn't stand the silence, the silence that seemed to condemn him for not being there to stand between Hera and his friend...for not being there when Iolaus had most needed him. The silence that mocked all of his memories of his exuberant friend, who's energy had always seemed boundless, who's enthusiasm, good humour and endless banter had enlivened all of their journeys together. The silence that reminded him with every step that Iolaus, that that part of Iolaus that was truly alive, was not really there beside him...it was somewhere in the past, locked in a moment of time...out of reach. How could he stand to see Iolaus like this for the rest of his life? How could he go on himself, without Iolaus, the real Iolaus, beside him...knowing that Iolaus was suffering endlessly.

The last three days kept playing themselves over in his memory as they walked steadily forward. What were the odds that Iolaus would be there just when Hera's goon squad had come for Arianna? What were the chances that it would be the one moment that day when Hercules was too far away to help, leaving his friend to die while saving a stranger from harm. What did it matter...it had happened. It had seemed such a good thing, freeing Arianna from the curse that bound her. It was a good thing...Iolaus would not have changed his action even if he had known the costs. Iolaus, knowing that Hera would come for him, still spent the reward Zeus had promised to save Hercules' life rather than protect himself from Hera's curse.

And Iolaus had paid for this last act of generosity and love with his spirit...his spirit. Suddenly, Hercules stopped dead in the road...watching the body of his friend continue to walk forward. Hera had chosen a curse to torment Iolaus' spirit....and, Arianna was the Spirit Healer! Maybe, just maybe...Hercules caught up to Iolaus and, taking his arm, tried to hasten him toward Attica, toward the woman who might have the gift to raise the curse, to find and bring back a tortured spirit from the moment in the past where it was caught in time. But, the shell of Iolaus could not be hurried...his body just maintained it's steady, awkward gait forward. Unwilling to go slowly now that he felt an urgency to end this journey, Hercules swept the unprotesting body into his arms and began to run toward Attica.

Hercules raced through the crowded streets of the city, not caring that people stopped and stared. As he ran into the courtyard of the palace, he called out, "ANNA! ARIANNA, ARE YOU HERE?" Hector was the first to emerge from the palace, "Hercules, by the gods, what's happened?"

"Hector, I need Anna. Is she here?"

Looking with dismay at Hercules and the burden he carried, he nodded, "Yes, of course, she's still here...come inside Hercules, I'll find her and bring her to you. Take Iolaus to the chamber you were using. Come!" Hector led Hercules inside and while Hercules took Iolaus to their room, Hector set out in search of Arianna.

Hercules had barely laid Iolaus upon the bed, where he lay silent and unprotesting, eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling, when Niobe burst into the room. "Hercules, I heard..." and she caught sight of Iolaus, lying as still as death upon the blanket. "No, oh no...Iolaus, no..." Hercules caught her as she moved toward the strickened man and held her while she cried, "What happened, Hercules? Will he be alright?"

"I don't know. It's Hera's curse...he doesn't know where he is or what is happening around him. His mind is caught in another moment of time."

Just then, Hector arrived, bringing Arianna with him. She was assaulted by the emotions filling the room...such pain, such horrible pain. Staggered, she sought to sort out the sensations...Hector's sense of urgency and anxiety. Niobe's shock and horror. Hercules' grief and fear for this friend. But Iolaus, oh gods, there was nothing there...nothing.

"What happened to him?" she whispered. "Hera's curse," Hercules replied. She felt as if she had been slapped. All through the centuries, she had confronted disease, grief, wounds, pain, death, fear...but she couldn't stand it when she was the cause...centuries ago, Hera's goons had beaten the only friends she had allowed herself to have...until now. This was her fault. Iolaus suffered in her place.

As if Hercules heard her thoughts, he reached out an arm and pulled her close, trying to sooth the shudders that racked her body, "This is NOT your fault, Anna....Hera did this, it is her work."

Arianna turned her face up to Hercules, "It's worse than if he was dying, Hercules. His mind...his spirit....they're gone...it's as if he's empty. I have never, never experienced anything like this. What kind of curse could cause this separation of body and soul?"

Hercules flinched at her words. "We were ambushed on the way back from meeting with King Phyllicus. I ...I was injured in the attack. I had pushed Iolaus out of the way of a poisoned knife....he blamed himself, thought he had failed me. We tried to make it back here...but, it was too far...I...died." The others gasped, speechless at this news. "Hera caught him at that moment and cursed his mind and spirit to remain within that point in time, unaware of the reality around him."

Arianna squeezed his arm, "But, you're alive...how is that possible?"

Hercules took a deep breath and swallowed hard. "Arianna, you know Zeus promised to reward Iolaus for saving you," Arianna nodded, " Iolaus demanded that Zeus repay him with my life."

"Oh, Hercules...then he doesn't know that Zeus granted his wish."

"No...he doesn't know."

Niobe could not believe what she was hearing. The gods were playing games with each other's fates and Iolaus had been caught in the crossfire. "Zeus saved you, but he wouldn't save Iolaus? Why, because he's only a mortal?"

Herc shook his head, "No, not because of that. Zeus said he couldn't do both, he couldn't revive me and lift the curse...he could only repay Iolaus once. He...he said he chose to honour Iolaus' request, knowing that this would be what Iolaus would have wanted." Hercules gazed in anguish at his friend, "Zeus was right about that...Iolaus would never hesitate to sacrifice himself for me...." Silent, Niobe knew he spoke the simple truth.

Hercules put his hands on Arianna's shoulders. "Arianna, I believe you may be his only hope. People call you the Spirit Healer. Can you help him...can you find his spirit and bring him back?"

Arianna stood silently, reaching with her mind, with her heart, trying to capture the sad whispers of Iolaus' tortured soul. Nothing. "I don't know...his mind and his spirit have been ripped from his body...locked in that moment when you died...his body is here...but his soul is trapped in the past...I don't know if I can reach him...I'll try."

She went to the bed and sat beside the man who had saved her life. She leaned over him, putting one hand on his forehead and rested the other over his heart. "Hercules, come here, hold his hand. When I tell you to do so, call out to him."

The others watched silently as she softly murmured the words of her spirit calling to his. Closing her eyes, she focused only on Iolaus, pushing through the nothingness. "Iolaus," her spirit called, "hear me. Iolaus, listen to my heart. Iolaus...Hera has trapped you in an illusion. Hercules is not dead....he's here, alive, he's with you." Suddenly, she was swamped by the pain. Waves of it, endless, merciless pain, a soul crying in torment, a spirit lost in utter despair, as she heard the tortured murmurs of his soul, "No, I saw him die...I failed him...it was my fault. Oh gods," his spirit cried out, "Hercules is dead...I can't live with this...".

The shock and pain of his grief savaged her and she reeled back, breaking the contact. "Oh gods," she whispered, "his spirit is being ripped to shreds, his heart is breaking. His soul is crying out in grief and guilt. He is in endless agony."

Niobe cried out and Hercules groaned in guilt and empathy. They had to get him back. "Please, Anna, please...help him." Anna looked deeply into Hercules eyes for a moment, then nodded and went back to Iolaus, repositioning her hands over his head and heart.

Pressing firmly upon Iolaus' body, Arianna called out loudly within her mind, shouting to his spirit, "HERCULES IS ALIVE, IOLAUS. ZEUS HEARD YOUR CALL. HERCULES IS ALIVE!" and, the whisper came back, "No, if he was alive, I would know it." The others watched in trepidation as Anna shuddered with the pain she felt from Iolaus' soul. She seemed to blur in front of them...as if she was there, but not there...present but insubstantial. Part of her being was reaching back into the past, while part of her remained with Iolaus' body...stretching herself between the 'then' and the 'now'...reaching to grasp his spirit, to hold it...to heal it.

"Hercules, squeeze his hand, squeeze it hard! And, call to him," she wept as she absorbed Iolaus' pain.

While Hercules called out his name, Arianna cried with her spirit, "Feel his hand holding your's, Iolaus! Hear his voice call your name. Open your eyes and see Hercules here, beside you. Hera lied to you, Hercules is alive." She waited, but there was no answering whisper...Iolaus' spirit was listening to her words, was straining to hear the voice of his lost friend...and he could almost hear it, as if from a great distance...and his body could feel the pressure of a hand tightly holding his own. "Hercules?" his spirit whispered. "YES!" cried Arianna's soul in response, and she told Hercules, "Call him again, louder."

"IOLAUS! Iolaus, please, you have to hear me...you have to come back...Iolaus, I need you...." Hercules whispered hoarsely, hardly daring to hope, "I need you, buddy. Come back to me."

Arianna stroked Iolaus' face, brushing away tears that had begun to flow silently from eyes still blank and staring. She knelt forward and whispered in his ear, "Hear us, Iolaus, it's time to leave the past...it's over...Iolaus, it's time to come home...it's time to awake!" Then, she pressed both hands down over his heart and a blinding light filled the room. The others blinked against it's brightness, watched in hope and awe as Iolaus, moaning softly, stirred gently and opened his eyes. Hercules swallowed the lump in his throat and squeezed his friend's hand so hard that Iolaus winced, "Hey, easy Herc, I might need that hand someday" and, then as he came fully aware, Iolaus turned, rolling onto his side to grab Hercules' arms with both his hands and sobbed, "Hercules, you're alive! Thank Zeus, you're alive!!!" Laughing joyously, he struggled to sit up and hugged Hercules fiercely, as if he was an illusion which would disappear if Iolaus let go.

"Easy, Iolaus, easy...I'm alright. Zeus heard you, I'm alright."

"I thought...I thought you were gone, Herc. I thought I had lost you. I...I failed you, Herc..."

"No, Iolaus, you have never failed me....you couldn't. You saved me, Iolaus, you bargained with Zeus for my life."

In her mind, Arianna watched two wounded spirits draw back together and grow strong again, healed by a love that transcended the lives of these two men who were more than friends, closer than brothers.

Later that day, Hercules and Iolaus explained all that had happened to the others. Niobe and Hector were relieved to learn there were no spies in their court, but were disconcerted to realize that Ares had been eavesdropping on their plans. It was with relief that they heard that King Phyllicus wanted peace as much as they did. Now that Ares' plot had been revealed, and his supporters defeated by Hercules and Iolaus, their problems were over, at least for now.

Later still, Iolaus and Niobe found time to talk quietly together. Hercules did not know what had been said between them, but he sensed, when Iolaus returned to their chamber that night, that Iolaus had found a certain peace about the reality of his son, about how he might share the boy's life without betraying their relationship.

"Iolaus, are you alright?" Herc asked when his friend entered the room quietly. Iolaus paused and looked up at his friend, "Yeah, Herc, I'm fine."

Hercules couldn't take his eyes off Iolaus...he was just so glad to have him back...his eyes darkened as he remembered the silent spectre at his side as they had walked the long miles back toward Attica.

"What's wrong, Herc?" Iolaus enquired anxiously at the haunted look in Hercules' eyes.

Herc looked away, blinked rapidly and swallowed. "I...Iolaus, you don't know how awful it was...you were just this empty body...I didn't know if I'd be able to get you back."

Iolaus smiled reassuring as he walked across the room, put a hand on Hercules' arm and looked up at this friend. "It's alright, Hercules...it's over."

Hercules looked down into the bright eyes of this friend who could never really understand the importance he had in Hercules' life...how much his life mattered to Hercules. "Iolaus, I'm sorry...."

"Sorry?" Iolaus was confused...what was Herc talking about? There was nothing for him to be sorry about. This time, Hera's behaviour had had absolutely nothing to do with Hercules. Iolaus had earned her wrath all on his own.

"When Hera came, I...I wasn't there for you..." Herc began.

Iolaus couldn't resist chuckling... "Hercules, you were DEAD! There wasn't anything you could do about that...and you wouldn't have been dead in the first place if you hadn't knocked me out of the way of that knife. Speaking of which, I don't want you doing something like that again...you scared the hell out of me! I don't want you saving my life at the cost of your own!"

"You don't want me...Iolaus, you never pay any attention to me when I give you this same lecture!"

"Yeah," Iolaus muttered, as he looked away, "well, it's different...."

"How is it different...you're always risking your life for me."

Iolaus looked back at Hercules. "Herc, people need you...more than they need me. You can do more to help them....you're not expendable."

"And you are?" Herc's annoyance was beginning to show in the cut of his words.

Iolaus just shrugged and began to turn away. Hercules grabbed him by the shoulders, turning him back to face him. "Iolaus," he said, his voice rough, "you are not expendable, not to me....when Zeus revived me and told me what you had done...trading his gratitude to you for my life...and I saw you standing there...and knew that you'd thrown away your only hope of avoiding Hera's curse...thrown it away for me...." Herc shook his head slowly, unable to go on.

"Hey, Herc," Iolaus responded softly, "it's alright...."

"No, Iolaus...it isn't alright. I don't want you trading your life for mine...don't you understand...I don't know how to live without you...I don't want to live on those terms."

"Well, buddy, I can't face life without you either...not if there is ever anything I can do about it. I told you...as long as I live and breathe, my job is to protect your back." Unable to stop himself, Hercules just shook him. "Iolaus! You can't just..."

"Hercules! Stop it!" Iolaus gasped, then continued when Hercules stopped shaking him, "I know...I know...this is an endless argument. When I'm struck down, you do anything you can to bring me back...well, this time, I was the one left standing. I knew you wouldn't be happy with me....I guess I'm just selfish....I'd rather you be miserable without me, than be miserable myself without you." Exasperated, Hercules stared down into his eyes and looking back at him, Iolaus couldn't resist a grin. "It's done, Herc, it's over...we're both fine," and, with a giggle, he continued, "and, can you imagine how irritated about that both Hera and Ares must be tonight! We don't often get a chance to foil both of their dastardly deeds in one day!"

Unable to resist Iolaus' good spirits, or the image of Hera and Ares grinding their teeth in frustration, Hercules dropped his hands from Iolaus' shoulders and laughed with him. Iolaus was right...it was an endless, and pointless, argument. They would each do whatever it took to keep the other safe. Slapping his friend lightly on the shoulder as he turned away, Hercules murmured, "Alright, Iolaus, you win...this time."

Hercules and Iolaus rested in the palace in Attica for more than a week. During that time, Iolaus got to know his young 'cousin' and began teaching him the first of his old hunter's tricks...how to track. Together, they tracked all manner of creatures in the garden and the fields beyond. Then, Iolaus taught his young namesake how to make fire using a bit of kindling and two pieces of flint. The child crowed in delight and amazement the first time a flame responded to his efforts. They wrestled and played on the palace lawns. They fished for hours on the river than flowed beside the palace gardens.

The echoes of their laughter filled the world around them with joy and warmed the hearts of those who watched them. Hercules watched with a smile, happy because his friend was happy. Niobe, watched quietly, her love still fresh and fierce, if hidden well within her heart. Hector watched with a quiet pleasure, that the man he respected above all others was here, with the son he could not claim. Arianna watched with thanks for this man who had given back her life, allowing her the chance to learn her name, and find her family. Aphrodite watched, relieved that her blond hunter was alright and was able to enjoy his son. Zeus watched with gratitude, knowing this man would always be there for his son.

Hera and Ares watched, too, but with frustration, vowing, someday, to get even with these two men who had more luck than all the gods put together.

The time came when Iolaus knew it was time to move on. Much as he hated to leave this child of his heart, and the woman he had loved so deeply, he knew a life in a palace was not for him. He had another destiny, and its name was Hercules. As long as he lived, and breathed, he would stand by Hercules' side, guarding his back. This was his purpose in life, and he was grateful for it.

So, they packed their gear, said their goodbyes and promised to return soon as they hugged their friends a last time. As they walked away, Hercules watched his friend. "Are you okay, Iolaus?" Iolaus looked over at Herc and smiled brilliantly, "Yeah, Hercules ... it's not easy to leave, but we'll be back and they'll be fine....they'll be fine and so will I."

It was a bright beautiful day, just like the day when this journey had begun.

"Hey, Herc, what do you say we do a little fishing? Or, maybe we could go to a festival...I hear there's a really 'huge' Festival of Love being held nearby!" and his laugh rippled like the water in the river that flowed under the bridge in a village they had visited one day not so long ago. The day the Hunter died to save the Spirit Healer.

Finis.

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