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CHAPTER 11
'Friendship lies on the long continuum of intensity'
- Thomas Moore
Despite his earlier decree to rush off to find Hercules, Iolaus found out the hard way, that the best laid plans often go awry. He could not keep down the small portion of broth he'd managed to swallow and the effort stole what was left of his strength. "I'm sorry," was all he could say in apology, as the women helped him to lay back down on the pallet.
"Don't fret over it, Iolaus. It's late anyway and we all could use the rest. We'll try again in the morning." Xena soothed with a sideways grin. Inside, however, she was deeply concerned. She feared Iolaus suffered a more serious injury to his head that may not be visible. She was not pleased with the pallor of his skin and quietly voiced her concern to Gabrielle, once Iolaus had drifted off to sleep.
"We'll take turns keeping watch during the night. If his condition worsens, wake the other up right away, okay?"
"Okay." Gabrielle agreed. She peered at the sleeping man thoughtfully. "Xena," she said softly, "He's a fighter, you know. He'll pull through because he needs to, for Hercules' sake. He never gave up on surviving, that time we all went to rescue Prometheus. He wanted to help so badly then. He even told me he wanted you to know how much he was glad, to have gotten to know you.. ' No hard feelings ' he said."
Xena looked at her friend in surprise. "He told you that?" she asked. Gabrielle nodded and smiled. She touched Xena's arm. "Yeah," she replied, then moved to settle by the fire to rest. Xena rubbed her tired eyes, but found that she was not able yet, to welcome sleep. She recalled the times she had killed for the pure joy and glory of it, with an army at her back. The way she contrived to meet Iolaus, was the beginning of her campaign to destroy Hercules. The Son of Zeus was the last obstacle in her bid to conquer the surrounding regions. Like several men before him, Iolaus had fallen for her stunning beauty, believing she had cared for him. She had conspired to use him to get to his friend, but in the end, Iolaus realized the deception.
When both Hercules and Iolaus defeated her scheme, Xena sought other means to champion her cause. What she hadn't expected, was her own army deserting her.
To her surprise, the very person she sought to defeat, became her defender and ally. Hercules gave her the chance to renew her lifestyle and to work to the betterment of mankind. For a brief time, as well, he gave her his heart.
To this day, they remained friends. Xena had secretly envied the loyalty between the two men, never having had a true friend of her own. When Gabrielle came into her life, she was pleasantly surprised to experience the privilege a true friendship offered. If she should suddenly lose the fresh breath of sunshine, the kindness of heart Gabrielle brought into her otherwise dark existence, would be like an arrow in Xena's soul.
Seeing Iolaus' pain now, reminded her of how precious and how deep, this friendship the four of them shared, had become. She and Gabrielle would gladly go and find these mysterious raiders and, hopefully, find Hercules safe and sound.
Morning arrived, bright and sunny, Gabrielle stood watch. She had heated more water for tea and handed Xena a cup upon her awakening. They ate some of the rations from the saddlebags. Xena set aside a portion for Iolaus, should he feel up to eating later. To Gabrielle, she asked,
"How's our patient holding up?" She nodded in his direction. Gabrielle paused in her packing.
"Better, I think, Xena. His coloring is better, but we'll need to change his bandages again before we leave. There may not be time later on to do so. I also feel the extra sleep was the best thing for him," she answered. "Should we wake him?"
Xena moved to the side of the pallet. Iolaus did appear less sickly, much to her relief. "No, not yet. Let me get the horses ready first. Whatever sleep he can get now will only benefit him later. We'll just--", she cut herself off.
Behind her, a creaky hinge rasped loudly. Xena and Gabrielle tensed and crept to the door of a tiny storage room that connected to the cottage. They waited silently as a small figure climbed from under a trap door and tiptoed to the main room. As soon as he came through the doorway, Xena clamped a hold of his arm and pulled him into the firelight. The boy let out a yelp and tried to flee, but Xena held him fast.
"Who are you?" she demanded, "What are you doing sneaking around?!"
"Don't kill me, please. I didn't mean any harm." the child wailed. Xena led him to a chair and ordered him to sit. He complied hastily.
"Now, some answers, okay?" she stated, modulating her voice a bit. The child nodded and shook with terror. He gulped.
"My name is Lanos. I was hiding from those bad men. We--my parents and the inn keeper, hid under the floor. This is our home."
"Okay, Lanos. We're not going to hurt you. Did you see all that has happened here?" Xena inquired. The boy nodded again. -He shifted his gaze to where Iolaus lay. The warrior had opened his eyes at the sound of the commotion. "How do I know you're telling me the truth?" Xena added.
"He is, Xena." Iolaus answered in his behalf. His voice sounded froggy as he eased his legs over the side of the pallet. He winced slightly from the movement. Xena eyed him astutely.
"You okay?" she asked. When Iolaus acknowledged her in the affirmative, she continued. "You know this kid?" Iolaus tried a smile and winked at the lad.
"It's okay, they're my friends." he assured the child. To Xena he explained, "He and some others were at the inn when Hercules and I stopped there to eat.
"I was afraid they'd been killed along with the rest of the townspeople."
Gabrielle spoke up hopefully. "Do you know if there are other people whomanaged to get to safety?" She sat down next to the boy. Lanos shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. He was obviously still frightened, but he rose and walked over to Iolaus. He carefully touched the bandage on his shoulder.
"Are you hurt bad?" he asked candidly. Iolaus smiled again.
"Only when I laugh." Iolaus was trying to put Lanos at ease. If the poor child had witnessed the horrifying massacre, he needed to know one thing. He hoped the boy could help.
"Lanos," he said slowly, "You told Xena you saw what those men did. I'm truly sorry you had to witness those terrible things, but it's important that I know something. Do you understand?"
"I don't know," Lanos replied, confused.
"That's okay. Do you remember the man who was with me in the inn? Big, tall guy that was making you laugh?" Lanos brightened immediately.
"Oh, yeah. He said you were crazy." Iolaus made a face, rolling his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the ladies fighting to hide their grins.
"Yes, well, that man is Hercules. Did you see where he went after the fighting started?" Iolaus prompted. Lanos nodded, his eyes wide. He pointed to the north.
"They took him in a wagon, that way," the youngster' answered, eager to help now. Iolaus patted his arm gratefully.
"That's good. Now, do you know what is out that way? Another town, a forest, what?" he asked again. Lanos put his hand to his chin, thinking hard. Iolaus raised his brows at him.
"I know!" The boy said 'excitedly. "The big man, all in black, he said, 'Take him to the temple'." Iolaus looked up at the women in alarm. Something clicked in the back of his mind. Now was the hard part.
"Lanos, do you know whose temple?" he asked hurriedly.
"The temple belongs to Hera!" a woman's voice stated with distain. "The witch who never cares about us," Xena and Gabrielle whirled to see a peasant woman and her husband standing in the doorway of the storage room. They came forward bravely to stand by Lanos' side. Following them was the innkeeper.
"Hera!" Iolaus uttered, contempt coloring his voice. "I should have known.
"We were set up, so she could get to Hercules!" He drew his hand across his face, an anguished expression creasing his brow. Xena came to his side.
"What are you talking about, Iolaus? Who set you up?"
"It's a long story, which will have to wait. I'll tell you along the way.
"We really have to leave now or we'll never save Hercules!" he stated urgently.
"I'll get the horses." Gabrielle volunteered and left. Xena studied the family. She felt sorry for them, but knew there was nothing more for her to do.
"Will you folks be alright? We had to burn the bodies of your friends. I'm afraid we'll have to leave the task of notifying their families to you. Other lives are at stake now." she offered gently. The husband, Spakos, answered for all of them.
"We 'know Hercules is a good man. I hope you do find him safe. As for this--," he let the statement hang, his arm gesturing lamely. Since there were no more words to be said, Xena placed a gentle hand on the man's shoulder. She picked up her gear and Iolaus' sword, then retrieved his now cleaned vest from the back of a chair, where Gabrielle had placed it to dry. She helped him to slip it on, then gave him an arm to lean upon as they headed for the door.
Iolaus paused one more time, offering his hand to Lanos. The boy stood solemnly, then clasped the warrior's larger hand in his smaller one. Iolaus gave his parents a look that spoke a silent thanks, then followed Xena out into the sunlight.
CHAPTER 12
Mordros' party moved at a steady clip, arriving later than he had planned, due to the wagon throwing a wheel. Hercules was forcibly removed from the cart and watched closely by four of the warriors, while the rest repaired the wheel. He was again lifted into the wagon bed, but the soldiers need not have worried that he would try to escape. Herc was still dazed by the sickening shot and lay helpless. The journey was uneventful but the rocky terrain bounced him unmercifully against the sides.
His hatred for Hera fueled his anger against Mordros. If Iolaus was dead by the warlord's hand, that too, was reason enough to incite his desire for revenge, once he was free of this accursed drug. Total darkness enveloped the massive shrine, when they finally pulled up to the gate. At Mordros' command, Hercules was dragged from the cart and ushered through the archway. The soldiers were met by a group of pirates, led by one exceptionally huge fellow, with a scar across his face.
"Gorius, take our friend, Hercules, to the alter and bind him in the shackles. He'll be Hera's guest for the night." Mordros explained.
Gorius' brows went up. He walked around Hercules, sizing him up. He clucked his tongue several times. "Don't look so strong to me. Mordros' venom take away your strength? The mighty Hercules reduced to a sniveling baby, ha ha!" the captain crooned mockingly.
"Just get on with it, Captain!" Mordros snapped impatiently. Gorius eyed Mordros haughtily, then signaled a couple of his men to carry out the order. Hercules was herded inside and thrust at the foot of an alter, with a peacock statue above him. The pirates bound his arms in the shackles, then left him without a word.
He tested the chains but found that he was simply too weak to break them. Frustration gripped him and he closed his eyes to steady the rising panic in his chest. He tried to utilize the focusing discipline Iolaus had taught him. Hercules inhaled slow, even breaths and let his limbs relax against the cold stone of the alter. In time, he succeeded in settling down enough to concentrate on examining his surroundings. Large, fluted pillars flanked the alter and stood in a double row along the walkway, that started at the entrance to the temple. A great carved door was set into the wall to his left. Several sconces lined the walls and burned low, leaving the interior with long shadows.
Sensing that he wasn't alone, Hercules glanced around to satisfy his unease. He perceived that eyes were on him and confirmed that suspicion he swiveled his head to the right. Not far from his position, three of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, sat against another short wall, their arms bound similarly. In the dim light, he could make out their blue complexions and softly colored eyes. Iolaus' Nereid came swiftly to mind. He could not help admiring their slender bodies and dainty faces. He'd thought Iolaus had been exaggerating in his description of the women. No wonder the little guy was so enamored of them.
"Hello." he stated, trying to keep his voice light, despite his feelings of despair. They smiled shyly and tried to wave back. "Are you alright?" he added.
"Yes, as well as we can be, under the circumstances. Those pirates drugged us when we were captured. We are the Ner--," the tallest one started to say.
"The Nereid, I know." Hercules finished for her. "I was supposed to find you for Poseidon and bring you back. I'm sorry, I've failed you. This was not on the program."
"You needn't apologize, Hercules. Yes, we know who you are, too." She looked up at the peacock statue. Her golden eyes hardened. "They conspired to deceive you. You and your companion. We heard them discussing it. Did they bring him along as well?" Hercules shook his head, his eyes downcast.
"No. They say he was killed when I was captured. I can't be sure if that's true though. My friend is a pretty resourceful guy. If he is alive, he'll find a way to free us."
"And if he is not?" the woman said softly. Hercules sighed and scanned the ceiling. He tried the shackles once more. No luck.
"Then we're on our own. I'll think of something." he muttered. He said that to keep up their hopes. For himself, though, that possibility just depressed him even more.
The four of them chatted quietly for a while, then tried to rest during the later hours of the night. Near dawn, Mordros returned with Gorius in tow.
Hercules had been dozing when the pirate approached. The big man slapped Hercules across the face. Hercules snapped out of his sleep, shaking his head.
He focused on his assailant with hardened eyes. Gorius laughed harshly. "Oooh, look at the great demi-god. So angry:" he sneered. "Did I wake you?"
Hercules did not grace him with a response. He deliberately ignored the remark and turned to Mordros. Gorius' bullying attitude was piqued. He grabbed Herc brusquely by the chin.
"Don't turn your head away from me, swine. I'm talking to you!"
"Well, I don't want to talk to you." Hercules retorted mildly.
Gorius backhanded him across the mouth, splitting his lip. Hercules pulled his lower lip into his mouth, tasting the blood that began to trickle down his chin. He stared defiantly at the pirate and said nothing. He wasn't to be goaded by this lackey. Gorius took umbrage and raised his fist to deliver another blow, but Mordros' stronger hand fastened itself to Gorius' wrist like a vise and twisted it away.
Gorius snorted like a bull and shot Mordros a seething look. He spun away and moved to where the women were imprisoned. Mordros watched him go, then faced Hercules.
"Good help is sometimes hard to find, but I need him for now." he stated matter-of-factly.
"I thought you needed no one, Mordros. Still believe Hera will grant you your wildest of dreams?" Herc said sarcastically. Mordros chuckled.
"Still convinced that I cannot please the great goddess? Tch, tch, Hercules! She has already given me a great power to defeat you. Look over there." he crowed, pointing at a huge cauldron that steamed and burbled. Hercules looked as he was directed, if only to satisfy his curiosity. The pot was not there when he arrived last evening. He returned his gaze to Mordros questioningly.
"It is what makes me strong and alive. It is also the means by which I keep you and the little goddesses in line. My venom, Hercules. Behold!"
From his black leather garments, Mordros produced a small vial of green liquid. He pulled out the little stopper and waved it beneath Herc's nose. The pungent odor stung Herc's sense of smell and caused him to jerk his head sideways to avoid any further whiff of it. Dizziness assailed him and he shook his head to clear it. Mordros grinned evilly. He replaced the stopper, but not before he dipped a thin reed into the bottle.
"So you see, Hercules, you are at my mercy. Behave like a good boy, until Hera is ready for you." He examined the sharp reed with fascination, then plunged it into Hercules' bicep. Hercules cursed him. The potion spread like cold ice through his limbs with rapid speed. "Time for your medicine, my friend. Rest easy."
The dark one stepped back, pleased with the results. He pivoted around to where Gorius had gone. The ugly pirate was near the smallest of the Nereid, his fingers groping her tender breasts. She struggled to pull out of his rough embrace.
He was much too strong. He laughed lasciviously at her discomfort and tried to kiss her. In the next instant he was sailing across the floor . Mordros stood over him, a wicked knife pressed to Gorius' jugular.
"Touch any of them again, Captain, and you'll be drowning in you own blood. "I'11 not give you a third try at my patience. Now go do what you get paid for." he hissed in the man's ear. Gorius nodded carefully. Mordros pulled the blade away from his neck and stepped back. Gorius exhaled the breath he was holding and climbed to his feet. He practically ran from the main temple area, a dark scowl twisting his already marred features. Mordros turned to, first the women, then to Hercules. The Son of Zeus stared back at him dazedly. Mordros smiled.
"Power, Hercules, is a wonderful tonic. You should try it some time!" he stated and strode off through the carved door.
To himself, Hercules uttered, "We'll see, you bastard. We'll see!"
CHAPTER 13
' A true friend is somebody who can make us do what we can"
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
The three warriors left the still smoldering remains of the town behind them, as they steered their horses along the northern route. Gabrielle again doubled up with Xena on Argo and Iolaus on the raider's mount.
He shook his head sadly at the destruction, then pressed his lips firmly together in renewal of his previous vow. What Lanos and his family told them and the words that black demon carped about when he struck Iolaus down, only confirmed Iolaus' suspicion that Hera was somehow behind all this trouble. What he didn't know was how or if it was connected to the missing Nereid.
He wasn't sure if they would be able to find the women without Hercules and he became their primary focus of the search. Poseidon would have to wait. Iolaus knew that that would not bode well for him, Xena and Gabrielle, but he hoped that Poseidon would understand because it was Hercules.
His head pounded unmercifully. He rubbed his eyes in an effort to soothe it. The previous night's rest had only temporarily restored him, but after several hours of riding, he was already feeling the strain. Equally intensive, was the throbbing in his shoulder. The pain must have shown on his face because Xena kept throwing glances in his direction.
The warrior princess has been surreptitiously observing the little man throughout the morning. She worried about how far he could push himself in his present condition. She worked to keep the pace steady, but slow enough to accommodate his endurance. Xena's opinion of him swelled considerably, admiring his courage without complaint. But she Perceived his stamina would give out long before they would catch up to Hercules If they didn't rest soon.
They traveled for about another half hour, arriving at a crossroads. The more widely used road veered off to the right, a lesser trail to the left. Xena called a halt and slid off Argo's back. She squatted down and studied the ground,
She noticed that the left-hand trail, though less used, showed signs of a recent passing of several beasts and at least one cart. To the right, the prints were more numerous, but old and less discernible. Xena stood and brushed off her hands, speaking over her shoulder to the others.
"They went that way." she concluded, indicating left.
"Why would they pick such a lousy road?" Gabrielle asked.
"Because that's the way to the temple and they don't expect anyone to follow,'' Iolaus replied. He sat stiff and pale in the saddle. Xena nodded and took Argo's reins, leading him partway up the trail. Iolaus urged his beast to follow in her wake. Presently, they came to a small stream. Xena addressed Iolaus.
"I know you want to continue on, but the horses need a rest. Our waterskins are low and here's as good a place as any to fill them."
Much to her surprise, Iolaus didn't argue, simply nodded his okay. Xena helped him to dismount. He swayed a little once his feet touched the ground, but bore himself without assistance to the edge of the water. He sank down next to a tree and leaned his head back against the trunk, closing his eyes. Gabrielle rustled through one of Argo's saddlebags and fished out fresh bandages and salve. She knelt beside Iolaus and touched his uninjured arm. Xena, meanwhile, filled the skins.
"Iolaus, I'd like to replace these bandages, if you don't mind. I hadn't the chance earlier."
"Sure--okay," mumbled without enthusiasm. A sheen of sweat coated his face and body, giving concern to Gabrielle that he might be feverish again. She pressed the back of her hand lightly upon his forehead. Iolaus reached up and gently removed her hand.
"I'm okay--really, "he stated, aiming to convince her with a smile. The weariness in his eyes belied his declaration. Gabrielle tilted her head doubtfully, then proceeded with her ministrations. Once she had completed that, she fashioned a makeshift sling to cradle Iolaus' arm more comfortably. She then examined the wound on his scalp. Satisfied that it no longer bled, she bound a folded piece of cloth around his head and secured it in pace. Through it all, Iolaus endured with silent patience.
Xena ambled back and watched as Gabrielle tended to his needs. She offered him one of the skins when Gabrielle finished. He sipped from it gratefully. He declined any of the rations, however, not wishing to deal with another bout of nausea.
"You were going to tell us a story, my friend. I have a question first, though. What were you and Hercules doing in that village? It doesn't seem like a coincidence that they apprehended Hercules, just because he happened to be there." Xena commented curiously.
Iolaus heaved a ponderous sigh. "You're right, it isn't a coincidence."
He then related the story of how Poseidon petitioned their help regarding the Nereid and that their investigation led them here. He further indicated that they'd come upon the village and decided to dine there , when all hell broke loose.
"That marauder on horseback who dealt m these injuries, made some reference to Hera being his salvation. I didn't connect it right away until Lanos' father mentioned the temple to Hera, as being the place the soldiers were to take Hercules. Then it all came together. Somehow, the raiders knew we were coming and ambushed us, at the expense of all of those villagers. You can bet they got that information from Hera. What I haven't figured out yet is where the Nereid fit in."
Iolaus scrubbed his face with his hand in frustration. Gabrielle folded her hands in her lap. Her expression was pensive. Then she snapped her fingers and sat up straight, thinking out loud.
"What if these Nereid, as you call them, were used as bait to get you here?"
Iolaus considered her question. "I 've thought of that too, but it was a group of pirates that was stealing these women." he explained.
"What's to say they aren't employed by Hera, just for that purpose, Iolaus?" Xena interrupted, "Or Poseidon, for that matter."
"What have you got against Poseidon?" Iolaus asked defensively. Xena gave him a wry grin.
"We've had our differences and many of them did not conclude with happy endings." she retorted.
Iolaus frowned, "Maybe so, but Poseidon cares about Hercules. Why would he try to harm him?"
"Why should any of the gods give a damn about any of us mere mortals? They lie and don't keep promises, using us at their every whim. Surely Hera's a perfect example of that fact, especially after what she did to Hercules' family," Xena countered, to justify her justify her beliefs. Iolaus couldn't argue that, so he reserved his comments.
Xena rose and saw to the horses. Gabrielle regarded her for a moment, then studied Iolaus. He appeared torn. She wished that there was some way she could ease his trepidation. Finding none at this time, she offered him another drink from the waterskin. He swallowed a bit more, then returned it with thanks. The trio remounted and resumed their journey under the heat of the sun.
They stopped more often, partly because the tracks were becoming harder to follow and partly because the trail began to ascend more sharply. The road doubled back on itself several times until it widened to reveal a vast plateau.
It overlooked a rocky coastline, where waves crashed and formed spouts as it gushed up between the rocks. A path wound down through the jutting formations to a sandy beach. Gulls circled in the wind but curiously avoided the monstrous structure at the apex of the hill.
Massive stones were mortared high, shaped around a huge archway. A quartet of round towers embraced the structure. The afternoon light appeared strangely diffused on its western face. The other three sides lay in shadow. There were few windows. Over the cornices near the archway, a bas-relief of a peacock jutted out, announcing for whose honor the temple was built. Standing torches framed the doorway, guarded by black-clad soldiers. Off to the right, a smaller building stood, where more soldiers and colorfully dresses ruffians were busy unloading wagons full of various weapons.
Iolaus, Xena and Gabrielle observed their activity unnoticed, trying to estimate the numbers against them. They were not pleased with the odds. They conducted their survey from behind a large stand of trees several yards from the entrance. Xena tapped her companions on the shoulder and motioned each to retreat to a safer distance. Once assured of their privacy, Xena stabbed a thumb in the direction they'd just abandoned.
"There's your connection to your pirates. I'll even lay odds your Nereid are in there as well. So, what do you think, Iolaus? Do we flank 'em or go for a direct assault?" she remarked, courteously allowing him the privilege of conducting this operation. She was watching him closely, gauging his welfare. He did not look well, "Are you gonna be okay with this?" she added.
Iolaus wiped his forearm across his upper lip, dabbing at the sweat beaded there. Strain creased the corners of his eyes and mouth. His eyelids were heavy with fatigue, but the glint of determination remained evident in his sapphire orbs.
"We'll split up and flank 'em. I think we can take more of them that way.
"They won't know how few of us there are. We'll wait until it gets a little later," he decided, in a voice roughened by lack of sleep. He absently scratched the bandage across his shoulder. He stared ahead at the temple with scorn.
"For Hercules, I can do anything!" he breathed, tight-lipped. Gabrielle smiled at him, placing her hand over his. They would bide their time and wait.
CHAPTER 14
Gorius stomped out of the temple, fuming with rage. He really was getting sick and tired of Mordros' promises and sanctimonious attitude. He grabbed one of the shiphands who was passing by.
"Ya mates get that load of weapons off the wagons and get 'em into the shed. We're gonna need them when I give the order," he snarled. The man studied him a moment.
"Sir, some o' the mates are feelin' kinda worried about--well, you know-- that we're kinda gettin' in too deep with this Mordros fella. They's afraid that we won't be gettin' any o' the treasure he promised us."
Gorius bunched the front of the fellow's tunic in his fist. He leaned his face into the other's. "I'll worry about where and when we get our treasure. You just see that they do as they're told. An' if I hear any more talk of discontent, I'll personally skewer the one who starts it. Now get on with it," he barked. He smacked the back of the man's head for emphasis, sending him scurrying off.
The captain moved to the well off to the right and hauled up the bucket. He took the dipper from a hook and helped himself to some water. He gulped it down greedily, letting it dribble down his hairy chest. Gorius dragged his hand across his mouth, tossing the dipper into the bucket and headed for the shed. He could understand the men's feelings about dealing with Mordros. The man was impossible and proclaimed to be Hera's personal servant. Well, he, Gorius, was no one's whipping boy. He'd take some of those weapons and kill Mordros himself, once Hercules was out of the way. Then he and his men could confiscate what they could carry from Hera's temple and the weapons too. Just the thing to have when they returned to the sea.
Secretly he was leery of Mordros' plan to kill Zeus' son. He didn't like the idea of messing with deities that could squash him like a bug. He did, however, enjoy the spoils from a rousing fight. Right now, he would not mind killing someone or something, if it helped to expend his pent-up restlessness. Or maybe a tumble with one of those pretty wenches. He would make sure they came along when he finally quit this wretched place.
He strode purposely towards the shed and peered inside. several of his men and a handful of Mordros' soldiers were stacking boxes. A couple more were carrying in the rest from the wagons. He nodded with approval and stepped back out into the daylight. From there, he ambled into the barracks he'd set up alongside the temple.
At his approach, several of his men rose from a game of bones they were playing. Gorius waved them aside. They resumed their game but occasionally cast curious glances in his direction. From his pack that lay on a large pallet, he produced a worn parchment map, which he spread out on a large table.
"Gather 'round, mates." he ordered, jabbing a finger at the map. "We've been too long away from our 'craft', boys, and after tonight, we'll be richer and well armed. Here and here will be our next targets. Lots of royal ships run these parts. Get your gear tended to and be ready when I give the orders. Once Mordros has done his thing, then he becomes a statistic as well. We can't afford that loose end. He's dangerous, to be sure, but not as much as us. Any questions?"
There were none. Satisfied with their silence, Gorius rolled the map up and returned it to the pack. The men drifted over to their own belongings and began to tend to their weapons. Gorius left them to their task and made his way into the temple. He would dutifully report to Mordros, this one last time, to advise him of their progress. Then, once Hercules was eliminated, he, Gorius, would rid himself of the warlord himself and collect his just due.
He spent the better part of the morning, cleaning and sharpening his weapons, especially the curved sword that always remained at his hip. Gorius fondled the Blade and admired its honed edge. It gleamed in the bright sunlight, streaming in from a small window. Many a foolish man lost his head to its keenness. He could just picture it slicing through Mordros' neck like butter. He chuckled softly to himself, testing the fine edge against his thumb. Without even feeling it, the metal sliced through his skin, drawing a red line of blood. The pirate stuck the thumb into his mouth, tasting it, pleased at the blade's efficiency. Yes, he thought, it would do very nicely. He lastly, wiped the weapon clean and secured it in its sheath.
He procrastinated in his report to Mordros, finding a room where he could dine alone on a late day meal, without Mordros or anyone else to disturb him. He had barely finished eating when a half dozen soldiers came running into the temple, informing him that intruders had attacked them and the pirates. Gorius flung himself from the chair and raced towards the main entrance. He corralled one of the soldiers who was leaning against a pillar, cradling his wounded arm. The man was desperately trying to stem the bleeding of a deep gash.
"Where are these intruders?" he shouted. Before the man could answer, Gorius spotted two of the most unusual warriors he'd ever seen, charging through the doorway. One was an exceptionally tall woman clad in leather armor, wielding a broadsword with deadly aim. The gleaming blade was a blur as she whirled it about her dark, flowing hair. The second one, a slightly shorter woman, with a staff of Amazon design, was clubbing the defenders with equal abandon. Her reddish blonde hair framed a youthful, determined face.
Who were these pests that invaded their haven? He did not get time to ponder it. From behind a pillar, the shortest man he'd ever encountered, surprised him with a sword swinging toward his throat? Instinct saved Gorius from certain death. His curved blade deflected the attacker' s weapon and Gorius shoved the man backwards. Gorius grinned. He'd wanted a chance to vent his anger on someone and here, fate presented him the perfect opportunity. This was going to be very easy, he thought, the blood lust rising inside him like a tonic. He narrowed his eyes and charged the determined foe, who stood with his legs braced and sword at ready before him.
CHAPTER 15
'Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but the kisses of an enemy are deceiptful.'
- Proverbs 27: 6
The late afternoon sun was replaced by a thin layer of clouds that obscur ed the light into a haze. The heat remained as a sticky humidity, that moistened the bodies of the three observers. They had retreated to a spot that offered shade near the edge of the stream. Gabrielle splashed water on her face and bare arms several times to cool off. She dunked a cloth into the streams, filled it with water and returned to where Iolaus drowsed against a large boulder. Gabrielle pressed the damp cloth against his cheeks and forehead, then shifted it around to the nape of his neck. Iolaus leaned into it gratefully.
"Umm, that feels good." he muttered, savoring the coolness. He shivered slightly as some of the drops trickled down his back and chest. Gabrielle sat facing him and studied him closely, mistaking the shivers as a sign that he was becoming ill once more. Sensing her scrutiny, Iolaus opened his eyes. Her delicate features revealed her concern. He smiled and clasped her hand in his.
"You know, you shouldn't worry so much about me. I'll be okay. I truly appreciate what you and Xena are doing, but I'm not an invalid. Believe me, I've been worse off than this. We'll get through this together." he said kindly, squeezing her hand once more, to emphasize his point. He sought out Xena, wondering after her whereabouts.
"Where's Xena, anyway?" he queried Gabrielle. A frown formed on his brow. Gabrielle deposited the cloth in his palm. "Don't worry. She just went to reconnoiter that temple. She said, as soon as you've had a chance to rest, to join her. Here, drink some more water." She extended her arm behind her and scooped up the waterskin, pulling out the stopper. Iolaus took a mouthful and swallowed it slowly. The cool liquid soothed his dry throat. After taking a second sip, he surrendered it to her keeping. Gabrielle accepted it and slung the strap over the saddlehorn of the raider's horse.
Iolaus levered himself up, using the boulder as a brace. His legs felt wobbly but he managed to remain standing. Gabrielle aided him in mounting the animal, then swung up on Argo's back. They rode the short distance to the edge of the treeline where Xena had posted herself. Both riders dismounted and tied the reins to a nearby tree. They crept up to Xena and knelt beside her.
"Feeling better?" she asked Iolaus. He nodded, lying. No sense worrying her. "Good." was her rejoinder, then traced a pattern in the dirt. The crude drawing depicted the layout of the temple grounds. "Here, two guards are posted. One more at the rear and one on either side, here and here." Xena used a stick as a pointer.
"Two more guard that shed off to the side. The pirates are housed in that smaller building. There' re about ten of them. The others are down near their ship. If you still want to use the flanking maneuver, I'll take the pirate barracks, Gabrielle can take the left side and you can rush the guards by the door. The well there can be your cover, until you reach the entrance. At that point you'll be in the open. I'll create a distraction and try to draw them away, okay?"
Iolaus studied the planned attack pattern and committed it to memory. Gabrielle hefted her staff in readiness.
"Ready?" Xena asked. Her companions nodded affirmatively. Xena grinned and sneaked away, circumventing the guards to arrive at the barracks. She waited until Gabrielle slipped around to the other side and signaled that she was in position.
Iolaus hesitated only long enough for Xena to kick in the barracks door before he sprinted towards the well. He dropped heavily beside it. Iolaus contemplated the sling around his arm. This won't do, he thought to himself. It would only impede the use of his sword. Sorry Gabrielle. He pulled it over his head and let it fall to the ground. He did the same with the cumbersome bandage around his head.
Obstructions he didn't need. He then concentrated on the riot Xena no doubt was creating. He could hear the shouts of the pirates as she trilled her war cry. Iolaus took a deep breath and lunged for the two guards. They immediately came alert as he charged them and engaged him in battle. Not daring to slow his momentum, Iolaus kicked out at the first guard's knee as the man jabbed a small dagger at his face. The soldier's knee buckled with a sickening snap as Iolaus ducked in the nick of time. The man fell screaming in agony. His partner confronted Iolaus with a sword, which he blocked deftly. He kneed the man in the groin, doubling him over. With his sword hilt, Iolaus clunked the guard's skull, dropping him as well.
Gabrielle shuck up behind the guard by the left wall when he turned away to see what was causing the commotion. She brought her staff down hard, rapping him on the top of his noggin. He slid slowly down until he was propped in s comical pose at the base of the wall. Gabrielle flattened herself against the side of the building as soon as she was certain the man was out of the picture. Her actions proved prudent, for the other guard stationed in the rear, came trotting around to her location.
She didn't allow him the chance to find her. She bent low in some shrubbery, swiping at his legs with the pole. He went head over heels to land on his back. Gabrielle cracked him in the jaw, knocking him unconscious. With a grim smile, she loped back to the front of the temple.
Meanwhile, Xena routed the group in the barracks, shrieking like a mad woman. Several of the men already littered the floor, while others moaned or tried to return blows. With Iolaus' and Gabrielle's sudden appearance; they believed a whole army was attacking them in the dim interior. More fell at the hands of the two newcomers. The rest fled in terror once they realized they were no match for the more experienced warriors. Xena, Gabrielle and Iolaus pressed their maniacal onslaught until the pirates dashed toward the path leading to the beach. Then they turned their attention to the main entrance.
A dozen or so soldiers poured from the doorway to bar their way, but the trio battled back. In a few moments, most of the soldiers were dead or wounded, some of who scrambled inside to make their stand. The rescuers breached the line after a fierce fight. The defenders fell back some more. One of them managed to knock Gabrielle's staff from her grasp and advanced on her with his sword. Gabrielle ducked as it slashed close to her ear. The soldier reset himself, raising the blade, eager to plunge it into her chest. She sucked in her breath, imagining the moment it would pierce her body.
That moment, fortunately, never materialized. She realized that she had closed her eyes and opened them when she heard the man cry out. His sword stood poised over her, then clattered to the ground from his lifeless fingers. Xena's chakram had buried itself in the man's neck, severing the delicate nerves in his spinal cord. The body slumped over to land at Gabrielle's feet. Her hand flew to her chest in relief. Quickly, she snatched up her staff.
"I'm okay." she uttered, to Xena's silent inquiry. Xena gave her one of her sideways grins, freeing the chakram. At the same time, her focus turned to where Iolaus had gone. He was cornered by one exceptionally brutal looking pirate, who traded blows with a nasty, curved sword. Iolaus valiantly parried each of them, but his progress was slowed by his injuries. The pirate feigned a swing of the blade, then caught Iolaus off guard with a slash to his left arm. The sword opened a gash along the length of his bicep. The additional pain brought Iolaus to his knees. The brigand snarled in triumph, eager to finish off the gallant warrior. As the attacker charged him, Iolaus thrust his sword upward blindly, impaling Gorius' ribs, piercing his heart.
Blood gurgled from the man's mouth as he collapsed on top of Iolaus. Iolaus hissed in agony. Xena, seeing the exchange, hurried to Iolaus' side and pulled the dead man off of her friend. She grasped Iolaus by the right wrist and hauled him to his feet. He winced again, gritting his teeth, his face ashen.
"Come on!" he ordered in a forced voice, stumbling away to the secondary entrance to the main worship area. Xena and Gabrielle darted after him. They followed a torch-lit corridor that opened into a high-ceilinged chamber. Fluted pillars filed up the walkway, to end at a massive alter, adorned with a statue of a huge peacock.
At the base of this alter, Hercules knelt, chained to the wall. His head was bowed, as if in sleep. To his right, near the far wall, three beautiful women were similarly chained. On a pedestal to Herc's left, a huge cauldron filled with a green, viscous liquid, boiled thickly. Green smoke wafted upward, creating a nauseating aroma.
The warriors fought to prevent being overcome by the noxious fumes.
Iolaus signaled them to cover their noses and led them to where the women were imprisoned. Three sets of eyes widened at their stealthy approach.
"Nereid", he whispered, indicating them. Xena and Gabrielle nodded and immediately began working at freeing them. While they were busy, a carved door across from their position opened suddenly, admitting a tall, well built individual, clothed in black. A black mask covered his face. Iolaus nudged Xena's arm and pointed.
"He's the one who destroyed the village and gave me this." he breathed, indicating his wounds, "I want him!" Xena glanced at the dark warrior, then back at Iolaus. Her shorter companion looked near to passing out, blood dripping from the fresh wound on his arm. She didn't know when he'd removed the sling and the bandage that was around his head, but she could see that his determination to complete the mission he'd started remained.
"You can't go after him alone, Iolaus. Wait for us," she reasoned. Iolaus glanced over at the Nereid. On closer inspection, he noticed the healthy blue of their skin had paled to a slate gray. The liveliness of their lovely eyes had turned dull and glazed. To himself, Iolaus thought they were dying. Out loud he said to Xena, "There isn't time to debate this, Xena. Get the Nereid away from here or they will be dead. I'll go for Hercules." He rose to move towards the alter. Xena grabbed his shoulder, holding him back.
"Are you crazy?' Do you expect to just walk up to him in front of that guy and free him? That is suicidal!" Iolaus stared back at her, his eyes speaking what his lips did not.
Gabrielle interrupted by pointing at the figure before the alter. He removed his mask, placing it before the peacock statue. The watchers caught their breath. man was not a man at all, but a serpent-like entity. Red slitted pupils glowed from the reptilian visage. Long fangs filled the mouth that grinned evilly. He dipped into the cauldron with a cup and drank deeply of the contents. His smile was ecstatic.
"Great Hera, I Mordros, give you Hercules, great defender of worthless men, for your sacrifice. I've done as you have bidden me and have brought him here for your pleasure." The creature raised his arms in supplication and bowed his head. Hercules stirred, trying to focus on his captor. Above his head, over the stone peacock, the air shimmered into the glittering peacock-feather eyes of the goddess, Hera. Her penetrating gaze bore into her servant.
"Well done, Mordros. It pleases me to see that someone can carry out orders." she intoned. "I want to see him suffer first, then I want his heart!"
Mordros smiled, again baring his fangs. "The pleasure will be mine as well, Great One. The kiss of my bite will be most unbearable for him. As you command, I will carve his heart from his chest and offer it as a tribute to you!"
In their little niche, the listeners went cold with fear.
"The evil must be stopped or your friend will surely suffer unmercifully." came the soft voice of the Nereid. Iolaus whirled his head around and locked gazes with the tallest woman's golden eyes. He seemed to fall into them, envisioning for a moment, the colors of the sea and all its jewels. He shook his head, coming back to awareness. A sudden realization inserted itself into his brain like a lightning bolt.
He reached down to his belt, fumbling with the drawstring on the forgotten pouch and its contents. His hand dove inside the bag and drew out the green gem. The facets seemed to draw life into themselves from the torches. He threw a hopeful glimpse at the Nereid, whose eyes widened at his prize. Despite her weakened state, a new life sparkled in those intense eyes and was mirrored in those of her sisters. For a moment, she appeared to look into Iolaus' heart, gauging his true motives. Satisfied by what she perceived, she nodded, awarding him a radiant smile with a gentle touch to his cheek.
Iolaus returned the grin conspiratorially, clutching the gem tight in his fist.
Xena and Gabrielle looked on, confusion plainly visible on their faces. Gabrielle spoke up first.
"What is that, Iolaus?" she queried. Iolaus winked at her.
"Our salvation, I hope. Now please, help the Nereid out of here. This may be our only opportunity to save Hercules. You heard what that demon plans on doing."
Xena opened her mouth to protest, but Iolaus pressed his fingers lightly against her lips. "Please, Xena, do this for me and for Herc. I won't get a second chance. Go!" He snapped a brief salute to all of them, then silently padded away, making his way to the alter, using the pillars to conceal his passage. Xena followed his progress until he melted into the shadows.
She turned at a touch to her shoulder. The tall Nereid appealed to her silently. Xena could see a great wisdom there. Stealing a last glance over her shoulder at their departed friend, Xena sighed and gestured for the others to move ahead.
They had almost reached the entrance when one of the Nereid stumbled, dislodging several small pebbles. The acoustics in the stone edifice echoed the clattering noise as they rattled along the marble floor. From his point behind a pillar, Iolaus froze. The demon whirled at the sound, his sword ringing as he slid it free of its scabbard. He scanned the area, looking for the source of the intrusion.
His eyes lit on the fleeing women. A beast-like snarl emitted from his throat. His forked tongue flicked in and out of his scaly lips. He darted forward, making to intercept them before they reached the door. Xena had already drawn her sword expectantly. Another snarl came from Mordros, anticipating a kill. No one steals his prisoners that easily. Where were those stupid guards anyway? He lunged forward.
Out of the shadows, a smaller figure blocked his path. Iolaus stepped between him and the escaping women, sword at ready. He'd gathered himself for this moment, pushing all his fears and pain to the background, totally focused on the here and now. His eyes were like the cold steel of his blade.
Mordros could not help showing his surprise that Iolaus had survived. A tight smiled pulled at the corners of Iolaus' mouth.
"What's the matter, Mordros? You look like you've seen a ghost! Well, I'm going to be your worst nightmare!" Iolaus mocked, in a deadly tone.
Mordros recovered his composure and chuckled at Iolaus' audacity. His sword came up to salute his opponent. "You stupid little fool. Did you really think you could challenge one such as me?'' With that, his sword arm sapped out like a cobra 's strike. Iolaus sidestepped nimbly, his sword blade deflecting the blow.
Again Mordros attacked, this time with a flurry of thrusts that would blind a lesser swordsman. lolaus parried each one deftly, even though the resultant reverberation up his sword, sent waves of agony through his limbs. He knew he couldn't keep this pace up forever, but Xena and Gabrielle needed time to escape with the Nereid.
Mordros knew it too, pressing the fight, forcing Iolaus to expend himself.
Iolaus was already panting hard, working his way closer to the alter, where Hercules watched desperately. Hercules was no less astonished than Mordros to see Iolaus before him. A surge of hope buoyed him to see his friend alive, accompanied by Xena and Gabrielle. He'd caught a glimpse of them as they rushed out of the entrance.
Herc struggled with a renewed passion to free himself from his bindings, but his strength was returning with agonizing slowness. He was sweating hard with each attempt. He paused briefly, worry clouding his features.
Iolaus staggered several times, finding it harder to fend off Mordros' attacks. Hercules could see his friend was clearly in no shape to finish this battle, his reflexes less acute. Blood traced a path down Iolaus' left arm, making the grip on the sword slippery. Mordros backswung his own blade across Iolaus', knocking the weapon out of his hands. Iolaus cried out from the impact.
Mordros paused a moment, sensing victory, raised his blade over his head, then brought it down, aiming to cleave Iolaus' skull. Instead, it struck the stone floor, sending sparks shooting off everywhere. Iolaus dove forward, underneath the beast's strike, rolling away towards the simmering cauldron. He tried to crawl up on the dais that seated the large pot. Mordros stalked him, anxious to eliminate this pesky little bug, whose interference would spoil his shining moment of glory in Hera's eyes.
Iolaus began to cough from the smoke wafting around the cauldron, the fumes searing his already taxed lungs. Mordros slowed his approach, gloating at Iolaus' discomfort.
"It's over for you, runt. You see, my venom will be your undoing. I have you where I want you. I'll even let you witness the death of your friend Hercules. Then I'll put you out of your own puny misery." Mordros sneered. Iolaus dragged himself to his feet, wheezing and sweating, whipping the stinging tears from his eyes. He shook his head.
"No-- Mordros, it--will be--your death--I'll enjoy seeing.'' he gasped. He dug the crystal from inside his belt, let it dangle from his fingers in plain view of his enemy. It glittered hypnotically. Mordros at first, didn't comprehend its significance. He laughed at Iolaus.
"You seek to defeat me with a worthless bauble, worm? Try again!" He stepped closer, meaning to wrench it from Iolaus' grasp. He paused when the gem began to glow.
In that brief moment, he also got a better view of the mount surrounding the jewel. Too late, he saw the mark of Poseidon's trident engraved in the shell. The stone flared, the rays shooting outward to stab at his serpent's eyes.
Mordros roared in pain, throwing up his hands to shield himself. Iolaus drew his lips back in a tiger's grin and uttered,
"Go to Tartarus, lizard head!" He shoved himself away from the cauldron, then flung the pendant over his shoulder into the boiling liquid. Iolaus scrabbled away, seeking shelter behind the nearest pillar, then collapsed at its base, too exhausted and dizzy to go any farther. He lay on his side, drenched in sweat and blood.
Adjacent to where the cauldron stood, Hercules remained chained, watching tensely as the scenario played out before him. He held his breath as Mordros raged blindly, clawing at his burning face. Herc switched his gaze to where Iolaus had fallen. He was about to call him, when the cauldron erupted like a massive volcano, spewing the green liquid skyward in a huge geyser. Mordros screamed as his life blood exploded within him, disintegrating his body into pieces that fell in wet splatters where he once stood. . Above Hercules' head, the peacock shrine shook and exploded as well. He ducked as shards of stone pelted him like hail. A harsh woman's scream echoed throughout the huge structure. Suddenly the walls shuddered and split. The pillars began to rock and sway dangerously. Iolaus lifted his head in alarm. The stone beam above him cracked ominously and dropped several inches. Hercules also raised his eyes, seeing the precarious position the beams were poised over his friend's head. Numerous cracks opened within the ceiling. Hercules' heart skipped several beats.
"Iolaus!'" He shouted in warning. Iolaus looked up. Time seemed to stand still. In the moment it took for the two men to lock gazes, a lifetime of friendship passed between them. Iolaus struggled to raise himself to his feet and propel his body, to a safer location, but the events of the last several days had finally taken their toll. He took a couple of feeble steps and tripped, falling on his stomach.
In his friend's face, Hercules saw the inevitable. Iolaus raised his hand in a final farewell, his impish grin spread across his dirty face. In the next moment, death came cascading down, burying him beneath the rubble.
"Noooo:" Hercules screamed in anguish. His heart felt as if a knife had been plunged into it. The building heaved and buckled, but Herc was oblivious to it. His only concern was, not for his own welfare, but to get to Iolaus. Tears streamed from his eyes, tracing patterns through the dust coating his cheeks. He roared his anger and rage at Hera, summoning all his reserves of strength from deep within himself. The shackles imprisoning him began to bend and twist as he pulled. The cords on his neck stood out as he squeezed his eyes shut, his muscles bulging and rippling. The chains resisted for a few heartbeats, then snapped apart, thrusting Hercules forward, to land on his hands. He did not hesitate once he was free, launching to his feet. Dodging more debris, he rushed to where his friend had vanished. Massive slabs were heaved aside in his frantic digging. His mind chanted over and over, 'don't leave me'
Presently, he came to the man's still form, clawing at the dirt, pulling Iolaus to his broad chest, into the cradle of his arms. He rose and skirted more fallen blocks, to gain the disintegrating entrance. He ducked through the narrowing opening as it collapsed in on itself.
Xena and Gabrielle guided the horses quickly down the narrow path, the Nereid astride their backs. The sea-women clung to the saddlehorns, unfamiliar with the land beasts. They encountered no resistance, either from pursuing soldiers or fleeing pirates. As they neared the beach, Xena could make out the masts of a ship plying the waves, heading out to sea. Cowards, those pirates, she thought with distain.
It took them less time to descend this path than it did to climb the previous one. The horses even seemed relieved, once their hooves touched the sand. Xena and Gabrielle led the animals to the water's edge and aided the trio with dismounting. The water-nymphs immediately dove into the tide, savoring their natural element.
The two warriors led the horses back to the edge of the sand grasses, allowing them to nibble peacefully. They watched, a little enviously, at how gracefully and fluidly the Nereid glided through the turquoise water, restoring themselves. They leapt and frolicked like dolphins at play. Gabrielle slipped her arm through Xena's and sighed.
"They really are quite beautiful, aren't they, just like Iolaus said!" she proclaimed in awe. Xena wrapped an arm around her companion's shoulders.
"Yes, they are." she replied. The younger woman frowned.
"Xena, shouldn't we go back up there, to help, now that the Nereid are free?
"Hercules and Iolaus need us too." Gabrielle added, casting worried glances in the direction they had come.
"We will momentarily, as soon as we know--'' Xena started to say, but was cut off by an enormous blast. She stiffened in readiness and followed the sound of the noise with her eyes. Even the Nereid paused to look up the hill. They all watched silently as the great temple shattered and crumbled, sending up a huge mushroom-shaped cloud.
"By the gods," Gabrielle exclaimed out loud.
"Stay with them!" Xena shouted and sprinted up the slope. She didn't know what she'd find, but she was sure that it had something to do with that jewel Iolaus carried. She'd have to ask him about it once this business was over with. As she topped the hill, she was met with the utter annihilation of the mighty temple. It lay in total ruin. Not a pillar, post, tower or wall remained.
Xena approached the devastation slowly, searching for the two men with diminishing hope. Hercules had been shackled and Iolaus, barely able to stand on his feet. They could not possibly have survived this mess. She picked her way through the rubble, looking for signs. Within minutes, she spotted a partially hidden sword beneath a fallen pillar. She pulled it free, wiping the blade on a torn curtain. Her throat suddenly closed up. The weapon belonged to Iolaus. She dropped it, falling to her knees, eyes darting to and fro, and started sifting through the debris, right up to her elbows.
"Xena," a tired voice uttered behind her. Xena whirled, snatching up Iolaus' sword. Hercules stood before her, his face and clothing covered in soot and dust. His light brown hair was stringy and unkempt. Cuts, bruises and scratches marked his face and arms. But it was the profoundly empty look in his eyes that captured her attention. Equally important was the bundle he held possessively to his chest. Xena moved to him quickly. Iolaus' limp body was covered in dust and blood, his pale hair in disarray. The bandages that Gabrielle had used to wrap his wounds had come partly undone and dangled in the breeze. Xena reached out to brush loose strands of hair from his forehead. His skin was cold to her touch and gray.
Her electric blue eyes jumped from Iolaus to Hercules' face, disbelief seizing her gut. Her breath caught in her throat and tears welled in her eyes as Hercules choked on the words she knew had to be said.
"He's gone." he whispered pitifully, "Iolaus--is gone."
CHAPTER 16
' Two are better than one. because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, one will lift up his companion. But woe to him who is alone when he falls, for he has no one to help him up.'
- Ecclesiastes 4:9-10
Daylight was beginning to fade with the setting of the sun. Gabrielle had collected several pieces of driftwood and built a small fire. She stirred the embers with a long stick absently, her mind mulling over Xena's whereabouts. On the other side of the fire, the Nereid lounged, to keep her company. The firelight danced gently in their soft, pastel eyes. Despite their new found freedom, they chose to remain, which Gabrielle found comforting. They had expressed concern for the safety of the others, a rare trait among the gods. The tall woman spoke up, bringing Gabrielle's attention back to the present.
"You are thinking of your friends, are you not?" she said gently. Gabrielle sighed and nodded. She tossed the stick into the flames and rubbed her palms on her coarse, woolen skirt nervously.
"They'll be fine, I know it," she stated, trying to convince herself. She stood up and peered over her shoulder. "They know how to take care of themselves."
The woman stood also and touched Gabrielle's arm. "It was very brave of all of you to come after us. Poseidon will surely he grateful when we tell him what has happened. But we don't even know your names or that of Hercules' friend. In all of the confusion, we were not properly introduced. I am Ka'lyl, oldest of the Nereid.
"These are my sisters, Cyr and Myr'ta," She indicated first the smallest, Whose eyes and hair were silvery-blue, then the second, whose hair and eyes were a deep green. Gabrielle smiled and took each by the hand as they were introduced.
"I'm Gabrielle. My friend is Xena and the little guy with the blond hair is Iolaus. I think you already know Hercules," she replied.
Ka'lyl nodded and returned the smile. "Yes. Our father has spoken of him often. We are pleased to have met him."
Gabrielle clasped her hands together and reseated herself on a rock. "I'm truly glad that you're all okay. Iolaus said you might have died, you know, if you did not get back to the water. ls that true?" Ka'lyl also sat down. She studied her sisters affectionately.
"Yes, we could have, if we'd waited much longer. The drug the pirates gave us and Hercules, made us all very weak. A curse from Hera. We are fine now, thanks to you." Gabrielle's smile faded a little.
"'What will you do now? Go back beneath the sea? Will we ever see you again?" Ka' lyl laughed, her voice like musical bells. "We normally do not show ourselves to everyone, but if you and your friends ever wish to visit, or require our assistance, we will gladly aid you, if it is within our power to do so, dear Gabrielle."
Gabrielle's face beamed at the prospect and she said as much. The women seemed equally pleased. They had barely finished speaking, when a twig snapped behind Gabrielle. She bolted upright, the staff immediately coming to hand.
"Whose there:?" she called out. In the fading light, she saw Xena coming towards her. Behind her, trailed Hercules with his lifeless burden. Gabrielle dropped her staff and ran to Xena. The Nereid rose slowly to their feet, concern clouding their faces.
"Xena, what happened?" Gabrielle asked softly. The warrior princess shook her head gravely, then looked back at Hercules. Gabrielle studied him closely, seeing how awful he appeared. Realization dawned on her and her hand flew to her mouth. Tears sprang to her eyes unbidden, then coursed down her cheeks. "Oh, Iolaus!" was all she could say.
Ka'lyl stepped forward, her golden hair like a cape about her shoulders.
She reached out to touch Hercules' cheek. Her expression was full of sympathy. Hercules reciprocated with a look of his own and sighed shakily.
"He said it was supposed to protect him from evil. He used it to destroy Mordros. He wasn't supposed to--die." Here, Hercules' voice faltered, he swallowed hard.
"You mean that jewel pendant? That was supposed to save him?" Gabrielle asked weepily. Ka'lyl addressed Gabrielle, but her eyes remained on Hercules
"It was fashioned to be a talisman to defeat evil. I do not know how he obtained it, but I believe he knew the risk surrounding it. The pendant belonged to me, a gift from my father. I thought it was lost when we three were captured."
Hercules spoke up quietly. "Iolaus told me--Ty' Ra gave it to him--for saving her life." Ka'lyl nodded with approval
"Yes. She must have found it while searching for us. Her life must have been in great Jeopardy, enough to have entrusted its care to him." She paused, shaking her head sadly. "Hercules, we grieve with you. We would never have wanted anyone to sacrifice their life for ours. The risk was just too great!"
Hercules shook his head slowly. "No. No risk was ever too great for Iolaus, if he thought it would help someone in need." He bit his lower lip in an effort to hold on to his composure. His grip tightened on Iolaus, a gesture that said he did not want to let him go. His tears welled up again, unashamedly. He walked away, straightening his broad shoulders, moving with deliberate steps along the beach, into the darkness. The women remain in the firelight, too stunned to say anymore.
Ka'lyl turned back to Xena. "Warrior, there is no more that we can do here. We must return now. We will not forget the price that was paid here today." She offered her slender hand, which Xena accepted solemny. Each of them exchanged warm hugs of farewell before the Nereid departed. After they'd slipped back into the sea, Xena and Gabrielle sank back down near the fire, standing the watch.
"Shouldn't we be with Hercules?" Gabrielle sniffed. Tears still sparkled in her eyes, but she'd stopped crying. Xena stared off to where the big man had gone. She sighed, her heart heavy.
"Not right now, my friend. He needs this time alone, to say his last goodbye to Iolaus. What was theirs was a very private thing. We need to respect that."
"Right," Gabrielle agreed softly and rested her head on Xena's shoulder, suddenly very weary. Xena stroked her hair gently. They lost themselves to their respective thoughts, staring into the fire, soothed by the rhythm of the lapping waves on the sand.
CHAPTER 17
' In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.'
- Alexander Pope
Hercules moved mechanically along the sand, no particular destination beckoning. His soul felt as lifeless as the beloved friend in his arms. He carried Iolaus to a small cove, where he finally paused and sank to his knees. He gently laid his companion on the ground before him, pillowing Iolaus' head in the crook of his arm. Through tear-blurred vision, Herc tenderly smoothed Iolaus' hair. He stared out over the moonlit waves, but he couldn't see them.
What he did see was the life, the energy, the impish smile, the wit and wisdom, the warmth, the joy, the sorrow, the lively storyteller and the courage that was Iolaus. But best of all, he remembered the hungry, troubled youth who he befriended, who returned the friendship a thousand fold with his devotion, loyalty and self- sacrifice, as they grew to manhood.
All of those things and more cinched his soul like a vise. He buried his face in Iolaus' tangled hair. "I love you, my friend. How could you leave me again? We've been through so much together, I can't imagine life going on without you by my side.
"I guess this time--is the last time, my friend. I guess you finally got your wish to be a hero. To me, you've always been and always will be my hero and best friend. Live free and happy in the Eleysian Fields forever."
Hercules' voice once again caught in his throat. There were no more words to say, only the final tribute to what remained. The full moon bathed the beach in a milky wash as Hercules gathered Iolaus' form and rose. He was prepared to return to Xena and Gabrielle for the burial ritual, but a shadow passed in front of him, momentarily obscuring the light.
Hercules raised his head to look into the eyes of a dark-clad individual. His mouth fell open slightly. He clutched his companion ever nearer to himself.
"Hades!" he uttered. "I know he has to leave, but I don't understand. You've come to take him to the Otherside yourself?" Hades nodded gravely.
"As is befitting the warrior that he was, Hercules. It's time." Hades extended his arms to his nephew meaningfully.
Hercules glanced one last time on the face of his friend, committing it to memory. He kissed the man's forehead, then reluctantly handed him over to Hades' care,
He closed his eyes in a final farewell, turned and walked briskly away. He had taken but a dozen steps when Hades called out to him.
"Hercules." Hercules slowed and turned. Hades stepped forward a few paces. "I know this is hard for you to deal with."
"He was like a brother to me. No one else compared. But you already knew that." Herc replied reverently. Hades cocked his head in agreement.
"Yes, I do." he said. "Yet you gave him up freely to me and without resistance."
Hercules faced full around. He narrowed his eyes skeptically, at the Lord of the Underworld. "What are you talking about? You know I've nothing to bargain for his life. If I thought it would help, I'd exchange mine for his."
"I'm sure you would and that would give Hera the upper hand. Which brings me to my point. It seems there are others who sympathize with your loss, Hercules.
"If you will recall, Iolaus' life was spared because you empathized with my feelings for Persephone. I set a precedent then, but you have respected since. This time, the request came from elsewhere," Hades remarked.
"This time?" Hercules interrupted. "Am I missing something here?"
Hades allowed himself a small grin. He looked out beyond the sea. "You see, my brother Poseidon and I had a long discussion. We don't get much time to talk, what with keeping up with our respective domains. It seems he's very fond of a certain group of lovely ladies in his care, who are grateful to a certain demi-god and his mortal companions for their safe return. Poseidon is not so unmoving, to occasionally give in to the whims of his children. As it worked out, in order to keep the flow of our Kingdoms on a smooth track, he made me an offer I couldn't refuse."
"What kind of offer?" Herc asked cautiously.
"Well, one single, noble life I would give up, for a boatload of less deserving ones. I could easily make my quota for the month and Poseidon gets the revenge he seeks, if you get my drift."
Hercules' stunned expression changed to one of gratitude and glee. "Sounds like a good deal to me." he commented with a knowing chuckle. Hades proffered Iolaus' still form. to him, which Hercules gladly accepted. Hades then raised his hands over the dead man's body, his fingers barely making contact with his forehead and chest.
A blue aura spread over Iolaus' corpse like a tiny, exploding star. The light enveloped him, filling his lungs with air and bringing life back into his dangling limbs. He arched his back as he gasped for breath and stirred visibly. A touch to his eyelids by Hades, however, kept him from awakening.
To Hercules, Hades stated, "He will sleep for the rest of the night. A prospect you should no doubt pursue as well. Take care of him and yourself, Hercules. We don't want to make a habit of this, if you know what I mean."
"I think I do." Hercules replied. "Thank you!"
Hades folded his arms and vanished in a red-gold cloud of light. Hercules settled himself on the sand, Iolaus softly snoring peacefully beside him. The son of Zeus cast a pleased smile to the stars, then out across the sea. He could not be sure, but he thought he saw several pairs of glowing, pastel eyes staring back at him from the caps on the waves. He waved casually in salute.
"My deepest thanks to you, too, from both of us." he muttered out loud.
The eyes remained for a moment longer, then disappeared into the night. Hercules rested his head on his arm and fell into a deep, well deserved sleep.
Glaxius rushed about the bridge of the ship, whipping the other pirates into a frenzy of activity. They'd shoved off from the shore once the attack began on the temple. Fortunately for him and the eleven others who'd remained aboard Gorius' cutlass, they were able to escape the fighting for another day. Glaxius left Gorius behind and immediately placed himself in charge of the other brigands. He'd become sick and tired of the big man's impossible demands. He wasn't alone in that opinion. He and several of the men had not cared for the assignment Gorius had accepted with that demon, Mordros. Once he'd learned the true nature of their mission, Glaxius wanted no part with instigating the wrath of the gods.
When Prith hurriedly returned to the ship and informed him of Gorius' demise, Glaxius wasted no time with giving the order to set sail. He didn't care about any treasure this time around. You have to be alive to collect it and he would bide his time and wait for another day. Plenty of opportunities and fish in the sea to plunder.
He did regret not having the chance to dally "with the little mermaids but, oh well, they were easy marks for later too. He looked out over the port bow. Just a day before they'd seen the destruction of the temple upon the hill. He sure as hell was glad , not to have to suffer Hera's revenge for having failed. He and his men were better off out here where they belonged, on the sea. He breathed deep of the salty air. Feeling secure in his new-found position of power, he ordered the first mate to head west. To the north he noticed a line of darkening clouds moving rapidly towards the ship. The waves had already begun to churn and roll, slamming against the hull of the vessel.
The wind began to rise, first from a stiff breeze, that escalated into a howling, gale-force storm. The clouds rolled and darkened further, moving closer at an alarming rate. Glaxius watched in horror as the violent stormed roared over his ship like some monstrous beast. He screamed out orders to trim the sails, but, too late, the center mast snapped and toppled onto the deck. Several of the hands were crushed beneath its weight.
Never had he seen the likes of such a storm. Waves were peeking and crashing over the gunwales and rails, washing overboard anything that was not battened down. Whatever orders Glaxius issued went unheeded. The other pirates were in a panic, racing to save their hides. The first mate slapped Glaxius' shoulder and pointed over the starboard rail. His face reflected utter terror. Glaxius followed his gesture.
Out of the depths rose an enormous shape that slowly took on the semblance of a man wearing a crown. It became clearly evident to Glaxius who he was facing and his heart sank. He'd forgotten about Poseidon and the fact that they'd taken what belonged to the god. In the visage of the sea-god, Glaxius saw his own doom.
The King of the Sea raised his trident, to bring it smashing down upon the ship. The deck shattered and split in half, spilling men and supplies into the ocean.
The last thing Glaxius heard were the screams of the other pirates before he succumbed to the sea's watery grave. In moments, the rest of the vessel keeled over and dove underwater. Poseidon roared ln triumph and followed in its wake. Within a few moments, the skies became to clear and the raging waves slowly subsided to gentle rolls. Sunlight danced atop the water, the only witness to the ship's demise, revealing nothing of it's aftermath.
EPILOGUE
Xena cinched up Argo's saddle, then patted his golden neck affectionately. She moved to where Gabrielle struggled to saddle the raider's horse. Together they tended to the animal and secured some of their meager supplies to its back.
Despite their worries over Hercules and Iolaus and the previous day's exhausting activities, both women slept soundly beside the fire. They had spoken little upon arising, beyond what was necessary to facilitate packing. Their hearts were glum. They had stayed up late, preparing the pyre that would send Iolaus to his final resting place. The pair worried how Hercules would be able to cope with this latest loss, Iolaus having been so much a part of his life. They would do all in their power to comfort him, in honor of the little man's wishes.
Xena settled her sword in its sheath across her back. She sauntered over to the fire pit and picked up the only other item that remained. Unlike her own broad sword, she studied the long, slender weapon Iolaus had preferred. She eased it from its scabbard and sat down. Taking her whetstone, she carefully began to run it along the length of the blade, erasing any trace of nicks or defects that may have marred its edges as a result of yesterday's battle. The scrying noise of the stone only added to the dismal feel of the moment. A kind of helpless anger clutched at her chest. Gabrielle joined her, settling on the sand and nodded approval. They would honor Iolaus in a warrior's tradition, his sword properly by his side not like the worthless soldiers who served Hera.
Gabrielle balanced the scabbard on her knees and, using a stiff brush, swept the knap of the suede covering until most of the dust had been removed.
"Xena, why do we always lose the people who mean so much to us? It just doesn't seem fair. He was always so thoughtful and kind. I'm going to miss him." she stated quietly. Xena paused, sighed and rubbed her eyes. She could feel the sting of impending tears behind them.
"So will I. He really showed what a courageous heart beat inside of him. Hercules must be devastated. He' 11 need our strength and friendship more than ever." She glanced at Gabrielle's youthful face. The younger woman had hesitated in her task and was staring intensely down the beach. Xena shifted her attention that way also. Two figures strolled towards them, silhouetted against the rising sun.
There was a familiarity about the way they walked and the diversity in their height. Recognition took only a moment. The two women simultaneously jumped to their feet and dashed along the sand, kicking up tiny dust devils in their excitement. They pulled up just short of the two men. Gabrielle threw her arms around Iolaus' neck, weeping with joy now. Xena went to Hercules and hugged him with a calmer demeanor.
"Hey--hey, I'm okay:" Iolaus said, laughing, deeply touched by their concern. Gabrielle kissed him on the cheek giddily, then, detached herself from his embrace.
She moved to Hercules and slid her arms around his waist affectionately. Xena opened her arms to Iolaus, who immediately embraced her. She held him close for a few heartbeats, then held him away from her, at arms length, examining his face with surprise. None of the terrible wounds marked his face and body.
"I don't know what miracle brought you back, but you can be assured that it's certainly brightened up the day for us!" Iolaus smiled, self-consciously.
"Thank you, Xena and you too, Gabrielle. Herc told me how you both helped in the end there. I'm tremendously grateful to you guys, standing by me along the way.
"I won't forget it," he said with emotion. Xena smiled broadly.
"Glad to be of help. Come back to the campsite and you'll have to tell us how this all came about." At the campsite, Hercules related how, unexpectedly, Hades showed up, restoring Iolaus and mentioned about the fate of the pirates. Xena chuckled wickedly,
"That bunch of dogs ran off with their tails between their legs, as soon as we attacked the guards at the temple. Made our job a little easier disposing of the soldiers. Well, they deserve whatever Poseidon has in store for them. The Nereid were worth the effort."
"They've offered their help anytime we need it," Gabrielle chimed in.
Iolaus' face sobered up somewhat. He glanced at the standing pyre. "I owe then a debt of thanks for speaking in my behalf to Poseidon. That thing over there, was for me, wasn't it?" he asked softly.
"Yes, Iolaus, but we're glad we don't have to use it." Gabrielle replied cheerfully. Xena stood up and walked to where Argo was hobbled. From his saddlehorn, she lifted one of the waterskins and returned to the others. On the way, she picked up Iolaus' now sheathed sword.
"Here, take these. I think you fellas will need 'em. Sorry we don't have any extra supplies to offer you," she stated, smiling apologetically.
Iolaus accepted both items. His sword, he hooked to his belt and handed the skin to Hercules. "I'd thought I'd lost this in the fighting at the temple. Thanks for taking care of it," he said in appreciation.
"Don't worry about the supplies either. We'll manage along the way. The water will come in handy since our packs got left behind in that village." Hercules added.
"Well then." Xena started to say, then stopped. The four of them stood silently, sharing an awkward moment. Hercules broke the silence by putting out his hand. Xena clasp it firmly by the wrist.
"You both take care and stay safe. Thanks for all you've done for us." he said. Xena nodded.
"Likewise." She leaned forward and kissed him squarely on the mouth. They both grinned at one another. Iolaus smirked and hugged Gabrielle. She whispered in his ear.
"Good luck, Iolaus. Please be careful." Iolaus pulled away. He reached up to stroke her cheek with the back of his hand and smiled.
"Thanks," he countered. "Don't be strangers, okay? Go with the gods."
"Come on," Xena stated to Gabrielle, tugging gently on her arm. She handed the reins of the unnamed horse to her younger companion. The women waved good-by and led the animals back up the path. Herc and Iolaus watched them go until they were out of sight.
"You know, Herc, I'm really glad we got to know Xena. What you did for her certainly turned all of our lives around. Also having Gabrielle for a friend has really been a blessing for Xena. She genuinely needed a positive influence and a steadying factor in her life." Iolaus mused. In the sunlight, his pale features seemed to beam bright gold. When Hercules didn't respond right away, Iolaus shifted his gaze to study his friend. Hercules was smiling at him warmly.
"I was just thinking the same thing about you, my friend." Hercules commented cheerfully. He wrapped his arm across Iolaus' shoulders, pulling him close.
"What do you say, we head for home." Iolaus grinned hugely and indicated that Hercules should lead the way. They began walking down the beach. They'd gone several paces, before Iolaus stopped suddenly. His face was full of excitement.
"Hey, Herc, I 've got a really great idea. You want to hear it?" he asked brightly. Hercules eyed him askance.
"Iolaus, haven't you had enough excitement for one day? The answer is no!"
"But Herc, it's really quite simple. All I wanted to say was that I'm starved. Can we eat? After all, we didn't have anything because of the fog. Then we were interrupted at the inn. Then we--." he explained, ticking each time off on his fingers. Hercules burst out laughing. He clapped Iolaus on the back and ruffled his hair goodnaturedly.
"Now I know, you're okay! Come on. If we hurry, maybe we'll make my mother's house in a couple of days." he said innocently.
"A couple of days.? Aww Herc, my stomach can't wait that long! Don't torment me like that!" he pleaded, waving his arms. He went on like that, Hercules dragging him along, chuckling all of the way, as the new day sparkled over the rippling waves.
Finis
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