Chapter 3
As the two women traveled, every time they sat down to rest or stop for any reason, Gabrielle pulled out her knitting. This frustrated Xena. "What are we going to do with all this stuff that you're making? We have enough blankets and clothing."
"Don't you need..." started Gabrielle.
"No, Gabrielle. I don't need you to knit a breastplate for me, and I don't need 47 blankets, 20 pairs of socks, 15 skirts and 15 amazon-style halter tops. You've got to get rid of this stuff. Argo can't carry any more."
"Oh, I'm sorry Xena. I just...I just love knitting so much. I wish I didn't have to stop," she sobbed.
"Hey, hey, don't cry. I didn't say you had to stop knitting," Xena said gently. "We just can't keep everything for ourselves. We can't use it."
Gabrielle sniffed, and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand before remembering that she had made 8 new handkerchiefs. "I guess we could give them to poor people," she said. "I wouldn't like to sell them because somebody gave me the yarn to use."
"Who gave it to you, and why?" asked Xena.
"Athena did. It's a never-ending supply. She said she was proud of my work."
"She what? A never-ending supply?! You didn't tell me that!!"
"You were busy and I had to .... knit."
"Arrgh," replied Xena. She stomped away, grumbling under her breath, saying something about interfering Gods and what she'd like to do with them.
-TBC-
As the two women traveled, every time they sat down to rest or stop for any reason, Gabrielle pulled out her knitting. This frustrated Xena. "What are we going to do with all this stuff that you're making? We have enough blankets and clothing."
"Don't you need..." started Gabrielle.
"No, Gabrielle. I don't need you to knit a breastplate for me, and I don't need 47 blankets, 20 pairs of socks, 15 skirts and 15 amazon-style halter tops. You've got to get rid of this stuff. Argo can't carry any more."
"Oh, I'm sorry Xena. I just...I just love knitting so much. I wish I didn't have to stop," she sobbed.
"Hey, hey, don't cry. I didn't say you had to stop knitting," Xena said gently. "We just can't keep everything for ourselves. We can't use it."
Gabrielle sniffed, and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand before remembering that she had made 8 new handkerchiefs. "I guess we could give them to poor people," she said. "I wouldn't like to sell them because somebody gave me the yarn to use."
"Who gave it to you, and why?" asked Xena.
"Athena did. It's a never-ending supply. She said she was proud of my work."
"She what? A never-ending supply?! You didn't tell me that!!"
"You were busy and I had to .... knit."
"Arrgh," replied Xena. She stomped away, grumbling under her breath, saying something about interfering Gods and what she'd like to do with them.
-TBC-