As Gabrielle pointed to the mound of refuse and waste, a stream of fire shot out from her finger, igniting the pile of garbage.

Quickly, Xena filled the bucket with water and threw it on the fire while Gabrielle could only stand and stare at what she had done.

"Xena," Gabrielle finally managed to say, "What did I just do? Tell me fire didn’t come out of the end of my finger. PLEASE! Tell me it didn’t happen!"

"I’m sorry, but it did. I think we just found out what your gift is — the Gift of Fire."

"But why? I mean, I can see where that could come in handy sometimes, but why the Gift of Fire? I don’t get it."

"You’re asking the wrong person." Xena said. "The only one who could have answered that was the old woman."

"The wine. It must have been the wine!" Gabrielle said. "She gave me the Gift of Fire when I drank the wine. I thought it tasted odd."

Turning back toward the house to follow Gabrielle, Xena had to almost run to keep up with her.

As she entered the house, Gabrielle said, "I can smell it! Can’t you?"

"Smell what?"

"The wine! There was something in it. You can’t smell that? It’s almost overpowering."

Picking up the goblet and putting it to her nose, Xena sniffed long and deep.

"I do smell something besides the wine, but I can’t place it." She said.

Taking the copper cup, Gabrielle sniffed. "It almost smells like … like … it almost smells like Ambrosia, but different somehow. I can’t believe you can’t smell it."

Taking the goblet again, Xena sniffed it again. "You’re right, it does smell kind of like Ambrosia, but not exactly. Like it’s in there, but not the same."

"By the gods, Xena, I’m getting scared. If there was Ambrosia in the wine, or even something LIKE Ambrosia, does that mean that I’m . . . ?"

"That you’re what?" Suddenly Xena realized what Gabrielle was suggesting.

"Oh, Gabrielle! I don’t know. A Goddess? It must be! I mean, you wanted water to be in the well, and it was. And then you threw fire from your fingertips. And now your sense of smell is suddenly so much stronger than mine. That is your Gift, Gabrielle, it HAS to be — you are a Goddess! All because you showed your typical, unselfish kindness by giving the last of your water to a dying old woman, and a sorceress at that!"

Dropping down on the cot, Gabrielle looked up at Xena.

"Oh, Xena. What have I done? What will I DO?"

Xena could only look sympathetic and shake her head. "I don’t know, Gabrielle, it’s your gift. You have to figure it out."