Xena Warrior Princess; Sins Of The Past

In the land of ancient Greece a woman warrior is lost to herself.
Unforgiven and shunned for past actions, old flames bring disaster to any hope she had of moving on but a new friend see's the goodness in the warrior woman that even Xena herself cannot see... but when even her family cannot forgive her what hope is there in forgiving herself?

A mix of bad-ass action, tender emotion, a story that will make you heart beat faster for more then one reason!


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7. Chapter Six

 An old man with a bushy grey beard was driving his cart along the dirt road to Amphipolis when he saw a young woman with long blonde hair lying spread-eagled on her back in the middle of the road, there was a pack resting on ground beside her

 He stopped pulled the horse to a stop and climbed off his cart.

 “ Hmm? By the heavens.”

 He mumbled something incoherent to himself as he trotted over to her.

 “Hey are you dead?” He asked nudging her in the side with his boot.

 Gabrielle lifted her head and looked at the old man.

 “Where are you headed?”

 “Amphipolis.”

 “Oh, it worked!” Gabrielle exclaimed getting to her feet.

 “I have been lying here supplicating myself to the great God Hermes, guide of travellers, begging him to send someone who’s on their way to Amphipolis and here you are! It’s a miracle don’t you think?”

 “Not really.”

 The old man gestured to the road they were standing on.

 “This is the road to Amphipolis; anybody that had come along here would have been headed there.”

 “Yeah but not everyone is a kindly old man who’ll give me a ride.”

 “Your right about that, I know I’m not going to give you a ride.” He said walking back to his cart as  Gabrielle picked up her bag and followed him.

 “Oh no, no, you’ve got to.” She said running after him.

 “I’ll never make it by myself, I didn’t bring enough food, I’ve already gotten lost, twice, I wore the wrong shoes look at this…”

 “Look, I’m sorry I ain’t got any room.”

 He went to get on the cart but Gabrielle put a hand on his chest stopping him.

 “My father will give a handsome reward when we reach Amphipolis. He’s very rich!”

 “What's his name?”

 “Dolan.”

 “Dolan?” The small man asked.

 “The horse breeder?”

 “Best horses in Thrace, I’ll make sure he gives you a fresh steed for troubles.” The young women said confidently.

 The old man laughed, Gabrielle slapped her knee joining in.

 “There ain’t no horse dealers in Amphipolis.” He said shaking his finger at her.

  Gabrielle’s grin faded.

 “It’s all sheep country.”

 Then he climbed up onto the cart.

 “I’ve been told I’m very pleasant company on a trip.”

 Gabrielle said trying desperately to get his attention back.

 “I can sing, I know several poems which a recite with great passion.
A traveling bard once gave me lessons.”

 Then putting on a dramatic voice, the young woman started to recite; “I sing of Oedipus, King of Thebes… the most tragic of men…

 “Whoa, whoa.” The old man held out a hand to stop her.

 “What’s the matter?” Gabrielle asked.

 “You’re going to tell me about Oedipus ? Hah, I knew Oedipus, I grew up in Thebes when he was king.”

 “You knew Oedipus? I’d love to hear all about him!” Gabrielle said smiling sweetly.

 After a pause;

 “Oh, well, I guess I could… Make you room for you up here somewhere.” He said looking behind him

 “Oh, no, no need.”

 The young woman said as she clambered up the side of the cart.

 “I’ll just sit on top.”

 She settled herself and her pack on top of the sack just above and behind the driver’s seat.

 The old man turned to the front and gathered the reins.

 “Oedipus, hahaha. The most tragic of all men…Hahahahaha!”

 He turned to look up at her.

 “Biggest fool of all men more likes.”

 “Haha…”

 “You knew him personally?” Gabrielle asked resting her arms on her knees.

 “Well no not personally but…”

 He clucked the horse forward.

 “Tsk, tsk, come on.”

 The cart rolled off.

 “I saw him around….”

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