"You’re doing it again," Gabrielle said, not looking up from her parchment. Xena paused. "Doing what?"
By the time Gabrielle arrived with the young man, the mercenaries had fled into the night. The villagers began to emerge, whispering thanks. Xena didn't stay for the praise. She walked to the edge of the village, looking up at the moon. Gabrielle joined her, leaning on her staff. "Ares again?" "He never gets tired of the game," Xena sighed. kniga zena koroleva voinov skachat
"Ares!" the man choked out. "He said... he said the Warrior Princess was getting soft. He wanted to see if you'd still bleed for a village that isn't yours." "You’re doing it again," Gabrielle said, not looking
Xena was on her feet before he finished his sentence. She didn't ask who they were. She knew the type: mercenaries looking for easy prey. She grabbed her chakram, the circular blade humming faintly as it slid from its leather strap. "Stay here with him," Xena commanded, her voice like iron. The villagers began to emerge, whispering thanks