Xena kept a straight face, merely cocking one eyebrow, but she couldn’t help feeling a bit surprised; she thought she was ready for anything, but a pint-sized prophet? Alesandra dropped a clumsy curtsy, bowing her head and then smiling up at the warrior princess. The smile was genuine, but Xena could see a kind of sadness in the child’s eyes, a look she recognized. It was the same expression she’d seen in herself, long before—a child old beyond her young years, a gaze that had seen too much. “Thank you for coming,” said Alesandra, in a high, clear voice. Gabrielle’s mouth was still open. “Wait a minute—you’re Alesandra? The oracle!” Alesandra nodded, the smile fading, her gaze still fixed on Xena. “I am. And we need to talk, right away. Please, come with me.” With that, Alesandra turned and started up the trail, past Zetes’s wife and the other children, toward one of the small shacks.
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