خوش باش كه هر كه راز داند
داند كه خوشی خوشی كشاند
تلخش چو بنوشی و بخندی
در ذات تو تلخیی نماند

برخیز كه ساقی اندر آمد
و آن چون هزار دلبر آمد
ای مطرب جان چو دف به دست آمد
این پرده بزن كه یار مست آمد

*Nahan - Niyaz

That's just a preview of what's to come. We should do this on Aphrodite's altar. An honoring between a god and an immortal would have her in the palm of your hands for centuries.

"You bring the wine, I'll supply the candles."

Book 8: Second Star - Ch. 2 : Celebrating Life - Home, Hearts, and Heroes.

Despoina exhaled slowly. "At least she spoke first before sending them to Tartarus. That's some progress."

Postures relaxed slowly. "Well, it would take some time to gather them all," Diana drawled. "They can be quick when they want to be."

"Wouldn't that be a sight to see," Donna said. "The Senate scurrying away as Diana tries to loop them in with her lasso."

"I would pay many dinars for that to happen," Artemis agreed.

"I would give a full purse if she could do it in one throw," Hippolyta chimed in. Laughter filled the room as each pictured the round up.

"I meant it though!" Diana crowed. "Even by our laws, Bruce and I are a unit. We face this together…"

"As you should," Hippolyta assured. "I have no doubt you will fight for your happiness. Let's hope there's not too much collateral damage."

"Speak like that to the Senate, they'll approve so you won't destroy their temple," Artemis said. Diana opened her mouth to retort. "I'm joking, of course."

"You have a strange sense of humor, Artemis."

"So I have been accused." She threw back the last drop of wine, popped an olive in her mouth, and stood. "With that, I bid you good night. With the guard on watch, I can have the evening to myself. Maybe a night walk along the beach will inspire me with a solution to our problem." With a nod, the captain left the room.

"You mentioned that you will be meeting your husband later?" Despoina asked. Diana nodded. "Then I will send some food to share with him. Something for energy. A gift for you and His Highness." With a wink, Despoina gathered a few dishes, stood, and walked out.

Diana and Donna stood as Hippolyta rose from the cushions. "Seeing as this part of the evening has ended, I must now prepare for my next task."

"What else do you have to do?" Donna asked.

"I must commune with the gods. They have given me a new mission to fulfill, and I'll need their support. And I must show honor to one who helped me during my trials. Her blessings will be of great importance in the time to come."

"Aren't you afraid they'll take you again?"

"No, they got their message across. No need to continue the conversation." She put a hand on Donna's shoulder. "Don't worry, I don't think I'm going anywhere." A relieved nod was rewarded with a gentle pat.

"Diana, may I speak with you for a moment?" Hippolyta asked. Diana hesitated. "I don't intend to keep you long, but I would like a word… if you don't mind."

Sisters glanced at each other in surprised. If it had been Donna that needed a talking to, she would have been ordered sternly to meet her in her chambers… now. Diana had been asked not only politely, but also given the option to refuse. This had them raising eyebrows in curiosity. "Yes, Mother. We can talk."

"Thank you." Hippolyta motioned towards the door. "Donna, arrange Diana's refreshment bag. Make sure the treats from New York are included with whatever Despoina's preparing. Fit them together properly so they are easy to transport."

"Yes, Mother." Donna bowed quickly, glanced at Diana, then rushed towards the kitchen.

Hippolyta watched her youngest go, then turned to face her oldest. Her first child. She looked over her face, remembering when she breathed life into as sculpture, and held a warm, magical baby in her arms. The same blue eyes, the same dark hair…

"Ahem… Mother? You're staring."

"I know." She reached to tuck a dark lock behind a delicate ear, then took her daughter's hands. "You're so grown up now. I remember when your fingers could barely wrap around my thumb."

"Ah, I fit your clothes centuries ago. I've been this way for a long time."

"Yes, but let me remember you as you were, when you looked up to me as if I held the world in my hands and could make everything alright."

Diana sighed. "Are you getting sentimental?"

"Of course I am. My daughter is building her own life and not only defended her family, but made her first steps to becoming a wonderful queen."

"I did?"

Hippolyta nodded. "My little sun and stars… not so little anymore." She squeezed her hands. "What you said, unapologetic and from the heart, were the words of a queen. You stood up for your principles and for those you have sworn to protect. And you have truly separated from my kingdom to make one of your own. I now know my word is secondary to the needs of your family."

"But, Mother…"

"No 'buts'. I know you love me, and feel very loyal to Themyscira. But you have drawn a line and dared anyone to cross it. There will be dire consequences if they do. There is no going back now. Stand firm, retreat from no one, for gods' sake try talking first, but attack when there is no other recourse."

Diana stood tall and straight. "I will."

"Good." Hippolyta resisted the urge to grab Diana and hug her for all she's worth. This was an official moment. Affection can be shared later. Though, she could use this to her advantage… "So, with you having your own kingdom, would you be able to take your sister off my hands for a while? She's causing all kinds of mischief among the temples."

"Again?"

"As usual. Though I wouldn't want to cause Dick any stress either…"

"He's probably back in Blüdhaven, but would find an excuse to return if he heard she was in Gotham. I have a better idea - Donna can return my jet to the Embassy, then she can stay at my place."

"You sure she wouldn't use it to go after Dick?"

"Thank the gods for auto pilot. She'll have no choice but to go to the embassy. And once she gets to my house, she'll rummage through my closet, help herself to my delivery services, and take over my home. She won't want to go anywhere."

"I knew you were brave. This confirms that you're fearless."

"Or a glutton for punishment."

"That sounds about right. What about you? How will you get to the Watchtower?"

"As I usually do. Fly towards Santorini, contact the 'Tower when I get out of Themyscira's aura, then have them transport me up."

"You go that far to use your communicator?" Hippolyta's brow furrowed in displeasure. "I'll figure out a way of getting some of those antennae. Not only do we have to get citizen support, but we need to find a way of getting past the island's aura."

"I'm going talk to Bruce about that. I always wondered how Darkseid was able to use his boom tubes to find Themyscira. It might take a mixture of technology and magic to make it happen."

"That is a great idea. Between him and Zatanna, I'm sure they'll figure it out," Hippolyta said. Diana nodded in agreement.

Silence weighed heavy as they searched for more words to say. They were acknowledged equals, and it was a new dynamic. Hippolyta had to get used to the fact that her daughter didn't have to follow her orders. Diana had a hard time seeing past her mother's gaze.

"Can I ask you something?" Diana said abruptly.

"Of course."

"If I hadn't have married Bruce, would this have happened?"

"What do you mean?"

Diana motioned between them. "This understanding. That we are two different kingdoms now."

Hippolyta nodded. "We were already on our way there. I felt you pulling away, even before you stole my armor. Every time you returned to visit, I sensed more Man's World influences. Your marriage pushed it all to the forefront."

"But what if that didn't happen? If I had chosen to pledge to Athena, would we still be standing here like this?"

"Perhaps. Or we might have signed treaties while sitting across from each other, or swords would have been drawn on opposite sides of a battlefield…"

"Never!"

"That's a word us immortals can't say. Who knows what time would bring us."

"Do you really think we would have gone to war over this?"

"When two strong opinions clash, and fight to get the other side to surrender, it could only result in..." Hippolyta paused, her skin tingling at the unexpected surge of memory -

"I've made my choice, Hippolyta. My son has both his father and mother. Don't make me see my little sister die in front of my eyes."

"I'm no longer your sister. You are pariah! You are exiled! You don't exist to me anymore."

"Please, Polly! I didn't want this! Sister...don't exile me..."

"NO! You promised! Together forever. You lied! You chose him over me."

Hippolyta looked at Diana, but saw another pair of beloved eyes staring back at her. Pleading… begging for her to understand...

"Mother? Are you okay? You didn't finish your thought."

A breath slowly exhaled. Diana is not Antiope. "When two strong opinions collide, a choice must be made - give or take. Love or hate. Life or death."

"There must be a way to compromise."

"Then you would be choosing life. That is making a choice to preserve the peace."

"But sometimes you have to stand firm, give no ground."

"Then that is death. Someone is going to lose, eventually. And it's not always immediate." Hippolyta sighed. "One can make the motions of living, but not truly be alive."

"But what about the innocent, those who cannot defend themselves? They don't have enough leverage for compromise."

"That's where the champion comes in. The fact that you even think about them shows that you are aware of their plight. You will give them a representative that will make their oppressors compromise, be it through negotiation or surrender."

Diana smiled. "Such are the principles upon which my kingdom will be built."

Hippolyta smiled back. "Seeing who you surround yourself with, I have no doubt about that."

"Then let's keep the communication open between our kingdoms. If the senate denies us, that doesn't mean you can't visit me. I enjoyed showing you the Watchtower."

"I wouldn't mind seeing it again. Perhaps on a happier occasion than a funeral."

"I'm sure Kal-El wouldn't mind that, too." Diana leaned in conspiringly. "I liked Artemis' reaction," she whispered. "I did choose the better of the two. Don't tell Superman, though. He's kind of sensitive."

"Was he ever a consideration?" Hippolyta hissed back.

Diana tilted her head, looked down, then hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe for a split second, but then I got to know him. He's more like a brother… a big, clueless brother. He's so earnest, almost too good."

"So he's too much like you," Hippolyta droned.

Diana swiped playfully at her. "Mother! He is not… okay, maybe. Just don't get him lecturing. By the gods, that man can go on and on and on."

"A problem you don't have. Good luck getting any kind of word out of you before you act." Their shared glance had them laughing lightly. Glad to find levity again, they hooked their arms together and strolled towards the kitchens.

"Here you go, Diana!" Donna called, holding a shopping bag in her hand. "Hope you don't mind, Despoina packed so much, I had to take some of the other goodies out to make room."

"That's fine. You should gather some for yourself. You're coming with me."

"I am?" Donna asked.

"You're taking the jet back to New York, then you're going to my house."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"That's not a good enough reason."

"It should be, I'm older than you."

"And softer! I bet Bruce loves that."

"What? I am not soft!"

Hippolyta let go as Donna wound her arm around Diana. "You're so soft and warm and cuddly. I'd want to lay in your arms forever, too!"

"Look who's talking, Your Fluffy Sweetness!" Both women staggered towards their chambers. Loud screeches and laughs echoed as they continued to tease each other.

"Good. Now that they're out of my hair, I can prepare for my evening." Hippolyta slipped quietly towards her own room. Pausing near Donna's closed door, whispers and giggles sounded through the cracks. No doubt they were sharing secrets only sisters could tell.

A wistful smile on her lips, Hippolyta entered her chambers with renewed energy. It had been a long day, but what she was preparing for gave her an extra pep to her step. Stretching to relieve stiff muscles, she removed her clothes and wrapped a towel around her body.

She regarded her gown. It wasn't the same one Hera had given her at the beginning of her adventure, nor was it the exchanged chiton from Hermes. She laid the garment on her bed, arranging it just so. It was pretty… something she wouldn't have chosen for herself. A gown another god had gifted her, along with a crown… and an apple...

With a determined breath, Hippolyta walked out of her chambers. She thought enviously of the hot shower in Diana's room at Wayne Manor, but gratefully entered the palace bathhouse. These waters were heated by Themyscira's volcanic core, and were tempered by a cunning aqueduct running from a near by cool spring. Hippolyta slipped out of her towel and stepped thankfully into the warm bath.

Too bad none of the Graces are here to bath me and rub me with oils and perfumes, Hippolyta thought lightly, or Mistress Oracle and Zatanna to gossip with! Fortunately, all the paraphernalia was there to assure a relaxing bathing experience. Washing the day's dust from her hair and body, Hippolyta emerged clean and refreshed from the pool. She chose oils with pleasant scents - a drop of jasmine dabbed behind the ears, a touch of lavender to the back of the knees.

Rose essence left a line from her breasts, down her middle, and ended below her navel. She left her natural scent alone. That would be as the goddess had given her. The honey comes later.

Rubbing other oils over the rest of her body, Hippolyta's skin soon was moisturized and glowing. She returned to her room and dressed quickly, covered her shoulders with a white cloak, holding it closed with a pin of a ship's anchor. Chatter and laughter called her attention to the window. Hippolyta watched as her daughters strolled towards the beach.

Diana and Donna's silhouettes followed as they walked in that evening's moonlight. Both floated above the ground as the jet's canopy lifted, revealing the vessel. Donna lowered herself in, and Diana leaned over, no doubt programming the plane to return to the States. The mechanical sound of an engine broke the island's night silence, causing a few citizens to yell out their windows for quiet.

Hippolyta waited for the sound to drift away, then watched as Diana's figure shrank into the distance. Sure that her daughters were well on their way, the queen walked out of her chambers and into the hall. So intent on her destination, she forgot that she wasn't alone.

"Your Majesty," a guard called out. "Do you need anything?"

"No, Lieutenant. I'm on my way to worship."

"Then let us provide you with an escort."

"That is not needed, all is well."

"But Your Majesty…"

"Stand down, Lieutenant," Hippolyta barked. The soldier snapped to attention, clearly displeased. "Your caution is commendable, but I'm off to commune with the gods." The Amazon glanced at her doubtfully. "I give you my word, as your queen. I will be here in the morning."

"We will hold you to that, Your Majesty," a voice said behind her. She turned to find Artemis standing there, still in her green chiton. "Don't make me come after you. I know where to start looking next time."

"I know you'll storm the Gates of Hades if I'm taken."

"As long as we understand each other." Artemis moved aside and motioned with a hand. Hippolyta nodded, then walked regally towards the door. The guard captain took a sniff. "You smell nice, Your Majesty. Essence of jasmine and rose. And possibly a touch of… lavender? Who are you off to meet?"

Hippolyta turned back towards her. "Keep your wine-making nose to yourself."

"As long as you behave yourself. Give my regards to Her Sweetness." Artemis smirked at Hippolyta's raised eyebrow. "Just because I don't worship her doesn't mean I don't know how." She sidled up to the queen. "I caught what Despoina said. 'Again?' Care to clarify that?"

"That will be all, Captain." Hippolyta said firmly. Artemis gave her a pointed look. "Oh, leave me alone."

"Mmm hmm," Artemis hummed. "I'm off the library to do some research. Until morning… Your Majesty."

"Captain." Hippolyta turned with a flourish, her long cloak covering her hasty retreat. Thankfully, she exited the palace without another comment.

She paused at the top of her palace stairs, looking out towards her kingdom. The moon glowed bright, the orb at its apex before it began to wane. The light shone upon each building, the shadows long and cool. The night held its own mystery, and this evening promised magic in its refreshing wind. The air still held the smoky scent of cooking fires, only to be replaced by salty sea breeze.

Hippolyta walked towards Temple Row, listening to the sounds from homes along the way. Voices murmured low as they spoke in dreamy tones, music drifted through the air as someone idly strummed a lyre. Horses nickered softly in their stables, and a night bird flew overhead, its wings barely moving the wind.

In the distance, she spotted astronomers and astrologers in their observatory, studying the star filled sky, lamenting that the moon outshone the formations they were trying to measure. Stopping to listen, she learned a number of pin lights were confounding the scientists' records and the astromancers' predictions. Diana taught her that those were actually Man's satellites in orbit, and she wondered if that particular bright one was the Watchtower.

If Hippolyta could convince those stargazers to step away from their tower for a while, perhaps their new prince could invite them to see the stars in a whole new way.

So involved in her night walk, Hippolyta nearly entered the Zodiac courtyard. Cautious, she stood outside its borders. She already crossed the stars once, she wasn't ready to do it again, even if they were only a tiled mosaic. But this was a necessary stop for what she had to do.

She hadn't gone through a coronation like her sister. Everything had happened so fast when she became champion, tradition was the last thing on her mind. Her people were in chaos and Hippolyta gained new powers that she didn't understand. They slowly discovered the blessings bestowed upon them, especially after they were called upon to serve the gods on various endeavors.

Hippolyta felt that honoring specific deities would have adverse effects on her powers. Having received gifts from so many, she didn't want to seem partial. Then they gave her Diana, with each divinity bestowing their blessings. So Hippolyta chose all of them… and none.

Now, she didn't have the champion's burden. She was able to choose her patron gods. A part of her remembered the girl she used to be - nearly pledging herself to Athena, and her highest aspiration was to be one of Artemis' virgin hunters. So much had changed since then. She wasn't the same person…

And as her life was reflected back to her, three gave her the image of what she wanted to be. A champion for home. A change-maker for a better world. A proponent for love.

"I should have done this sooner."

Hippolyta gave the rest of the courtyard a cursory glance. If she had done this traditionally, Diana and Donna would have stood with her, dressed as her chosen gods. Citizens would surround her, their voices clamoring for their favorite deity, then waiting with baited breath to see whom she had chosen for her patron gods. A banquet would have followed to celebrate, or lament, her choices.

But she was alone, and Hippolyta preferred it that way. What she was about to do would have had her coronation followed by a challenge to the throne.

Taking tentative steps, Hippolyta walked towards the middle of the Zodiac courtyard, then circled the center once. Light and Dark… two sides of the same coin. She bowed quickly to various constellations. There were no representatives to kiss on the cheek to send them on their way, so they would have to do with hasty acknowledgements instead.

She stood on the Constellation of Capricorn. With two fingers, she motioned a circle around her heart, kissed her fingers, then bended to touch a star. "Gracious Hestia. Thank you for your hospitality and your truth. I see what you were trying to tell me, and my home is full of abundance and joy. Your continued generosity will be greatly needed." She bowed her head lower. "Please, follow me."

Standing tall, Hippolyta turned and walked to the Constellation of Cancer, giving Alpha Leporis a quick tap with a toe along the way. "Swift Hermes, you frustrated me with your riddles, but you have always been my friend, and you helped when it mattered - even giving me the clothes off your back. There will be many transitions happening to Themyscira, I'm going to need your help now more than ever." She kissed her fingers and touched a mosaic star. "Please, follow me."

Hippolyta then paced to the Constellation of Virgo. While the formation represented Demeter, she looked for one particular star. Kissing her finger, she bent and touched Spica. "Sister." No request for Persephone to join the group. She'd be a welcome visitor, but she was unable to stay. Hestia's Blessings would always be open to her.

Laying her full palm over one of the Virginis stars, Hippolyta willed the power of Gaia, and unknowingly the three other planets it represented, to fill her. She didn't have the Champion's strength, but she retained its spirit.

Pulling the cloak's hood over her head, Hippolyta strode away from the Zodiac courtyard. While she could have acknowledged her chosen patron on her constellation, there was a more appropriate way of honoring her. Excitement coursed through her veins, anticipation pushed her to run. She forced herself to slow down and continue with dignified strides.

Hippolyta came to a halt at the bottom of a set of stairs. Now that she was there, she almost turned around and went back to the courtyard to finish the ceremony traditionally. Her fingers had gone cold and her knees shook a bit. She drew the cloak tighter around her neck.

I don't know why I feel so nervous, I've done this before. Well… only once. Actually, more than once… but with only one person… man… god…

"Whooosh." Hippolyta let her breath out in a rush. A voice in her head told her to reconsider the wisdom of this move. She wasn't surprised that it sounded like Despoina. It counseled her on prudence, and to remember what happened last time. Shaking her head to dissipate the thought, Hippolyta gathered her nerves and walked up the stairs.

Diaphanous veils decorated the vestibule of Aphrodite's temple, the shear fabric flowing in a light wind. A number of women chatted lightly around a flaming brazier when they noticed Hippolyta's presence. A junior acolyte in a simple white chiton approached quickly and bowed, hands pressed together, fingers touching her lips.

"Her Sweetness welcomes you to her temple. How may I serve?" She said this with practiced suggestion - a touch of innocence, a hint of heat. The request was meant to be open and let the guest voice their needs before services were agreed upon. Everything that happened there was with consent from both sides. Regrets were highly discouraged.

Hippolyta moved the cloak's hood away from her face. "Your Majesty!" The priestess' seductive demeanor perked up. "What a pleasure to see you. Please, tell me what you desire!"

"I require privacy and time, My Lady," Hippolyta stated, using the junior acolyte's honored title. "And access to the ceremonial altar."

"Of course, it stands ready at all times." Curious eyes fluttered coyly. "Whatever your desire, I am here, Your Majesty. Come with me."

Hippolyta followed the priestess through the hall. She was glad that the altar had been moved from the open vestibule to this private room in the back of the temple. No one had worshiped upon it since Antiope and Theseus, and that reminder had caused the priestesses to relocate it somewhere more discreet. They maintained the sacred vestments lovingly, but with few delusions that they would be used. Not until Diana left and returned with superhero men did they hope that a ceremony could be held again.

Hippolyta had no doubt that Aphrodite's temple would support a Prince on the island.

The acolyte ushered Hippolyta into the space with a wave. "Is there anything else you require, Your Majesty?" She stood there hopefully.

"Yes, My Lady," Hippolyta said lightly. She reached over and touched the woman's lips, tracing the curve softly. "Your silence," the queen continued, laying a finger over her mouth. "And your vow of secrecy that you will tell no one that I was here."

"Of course, Your Majesty. You know one of our sacred tenets is everything that occurs here stays." A sly smile curved her lips. "How else can I help you?" Her eyes glanced at the altar suggestively.

"That is all. You may leave."

"I… ah… what?"

"You have served me well, thank you. You may go."

"But…" The acolyte abruptly shut her mouth. "Would you like some company?"

"No, My Lady. I will be going in alone."

"Oh." The woman's posture deflated. Though disappointed, and very confused, she bowed the same as she had at her greeting. "May Her Sweetness bless you with her love."

Hippolyta returned the gesture. "And you as well, My Lady." She watched as the despondent woman turned to leave. "One moment, Your Sweetness."

The acolyte turned eagerly, pleased at her title promotion. "Yes, Your Majesty?"

"I will know your name."

The woman paused, her deferential demeanor chilling for a moment. Knowing one's name denoted a certain level of… exclusivity. That was an honor that had to be earned. But her queen had given her an order…

"My name is Eirene, Your Majesty."

"Well met, Eirene. Attend me in the morning after sunrise. I will require your continued cooperation and discretion at my bath." Hippolyta's lips tipped slightly. "Perhaps your curiosity would be sated."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Eirene's curtsy was that to royalty, not the bow of service. "All the things you need are over there. Candles, perfumes, linens, instruments that can please you by yourself..."

"Thank you, Eirene. That will be all."

Acknowledging another curtsy, Hippolyta waited for the acolyte to leave, then sighed a breath of relief. Giving those questionable instruments a cautious eye, she gathered and placed candles in designated positions. Then she covered the low altar with pillows and linens. A drop of perfume to each cushion added luxury. She smoothed the wrinkles from soft fabric...

She had done this before. Hippolyta had taken Antiope's place to perform the Ritual. Though nervous, she was also excited. What if she was blessed with a baby? A daughter! That would almost make up for having to give Little Bird... Hippolytus away.

Almost.

Men visited Themyscira for their Harvest celebrations. Hippolyta wore the vestments of the Red Queen, and her critical eye combed through the crowd. Then a worthy candidate presented himself - Heracles, a mighty hero… legendary son of Zeus...

That became a day seared in her soul, the aftermath a haze of noise and pain. While she had not been violated, so much was taken from her. She lost her innocence long before she laid with Hades. Hatred and vengeance clouded her vision, even when her sister pleaded for understanding. Only when Antiope's blood covered her hands did Hippolyta's sight clear.

Too late.

Hippolyta shook off the memory and returned to the task at hand. The Altar was fashioned to teach about the goddess of love and how to worship her. She studied the images carved along the sides - Aphrodite's birth from sea foam, Dionysus pouring his wine, a curious row of zodiac symbols over groups of men and women in various poses of ecstasy, swans and satyrs observing their play...

"That position looks physically impossible."

Hippolyta jumped at the voice by her ear, grabbed the arm that wrapped around her waist, and threw a body upon the altar. Crouching into a fighting stance, she evaluated her opponent writhing in pain, tangled in fabric.

"You'd figure I would have learned my lesson by now," the person groaned. "Totally forgot about that reflex."

"Apollo!" Hippolyta gasped. "You should know better than to sneak up on me."

"Thought I'd greet you with a hug and kiss first. Guess I should have given you a warning." He extradited himself from the linens. "What happened to 'Your Radiance'?"

"Here, there is only woman and man. Titles are disregarded."

"But I like how you say it," he said. A sly smile flitted across his lips.

"Then you will address me as 'Your Majesty'," she answered. "Your Radiance," she added.

Apollo closed his eyes and sighed lightly. "Music to my ears." He rolled into a sitting position. "I see you kept your part of the bargain. Guess I should keep mine." A wave of the hand and a jug materialized beside him. Another gesture, a goblet appeared.

Hippolyta walked over and poured. Liquid filled to the top, nearly flowing over. Apollo lifted the cup to her lips. After taking a drink, she took the goblet and echoed the movement, the god taking a long pull while looking in her eyes. She matched him glance for glance.

The chalice moved away, opening the space between them. They leaned in, their lips closing the distance...

Hippolyta took a step back, taking the goblet and jug. Apollo tried lunging for her, but missed. "That part of the ritual is finished, but the candles weren't lit. We might have to do that again."

"I'm willing to repeat as many times as you want," he purred. Hippolyta grinned then turned away. She reached for a thin stick to light an ember. "Allow me." Apollo waved his hand and the candles ignited. The room filled with soft light. The candles' aroma mingled with the other scents.

Nodding her thanks, Hippolyta took a few sticks of incense and held them out to him. Another gesture, and twirls of smoke rose from the tips. Touching the cool ends to her forehead, she placed them at the foot of a small idol of Aphrodite. Hippolyta closed her eyes and meditated on the goddess - thanking her for her gifts of physical pleasure, asked for blessings of plenty and fertility, and that her offering would bring Her Sweetness honor.

"I noticed you performed the coronation ceremony." Apollo's voice startled the queen out of her meditation. "You finally decided to choose your patrons."

"I did."

"Some might be jealous that you didn't pick them."

"I gave them honor to send them on their way."

"You chose my brother as one."

"Are you surprised?"

"No, not really. I know of your friendship. He's a great kid."

"Hermes is not a child."

"To me, he'll always be that kid who stole my cattle herd. He was always pulling pranks on me, then giving me gifts to apologize. And I was the one told to 'calm down'! Just because he was cute."

"So you think he was a bad idea?"

"Not at all. You're going to need his cunning, and his ability of getting himself out of trouble."

Hippolyta paced a few steps closer. "And what do you think of my other choice?"

"'Hestia, you who tend the holy house of the lord Apollo, the Far-shooter at goodly Pytho.' I love my aunt, she's taken it upon herself to watch after my house. The hearth is always lit, I've never wanted for good food, and she's been there to listen whenever I needed an ear."

"That's all?" Hippolyta asked coyly. Apollo tilted his head in curiosity. "Hestia is a sworn virgin, but that hasn't stopped you from trying to win her."

He rolled his eyes. "Ah. That." He ducked his head in embarrassment. "We have an understanding. I stop trying to seduce her, she gives me a homemaker's services without me expecting… ah… services."

"Sounds one sided to me. What is she getting out of it?"

"I don't know, she doesn't say much about it. I figured she chose mine since the rest of the family claims the hearth in Mount Olympus." Apollo eyed her critically. "You're asking my opinion on your choices?"

"Why? Are you not able to advise a queen?"

"Didn't think you would take the word of a man into consideration."

"I thought you were a god. Maybe I should find someone else to sit there on the altar."

Apollo clutched his chest in mock pain. "There are those arrows again. You hit your mark, every time."

"And you owe me a song for my accurate aim. So, where is it?"

"I'm still figuring it out," Apollo droned. "I'm not sure how it'll end."

"There's one way it could," Hippolyta murmured. His curious glance encouraged her to continue. "It's possible that our liaison could result in a child."

"I thought there were things you could do to prevent that. There's a tea that you drink the morning after…"

"I don't want the tea."

"Ah," Apollo answered. "Then you wouldn't mind bearing the 'pretty golden baby' your sister mentioned. That could be a consequence of worshipping Her Sweetness."

Hippolyta smiled softly. "Themyscira could use a child's laughter, don't you think?"

Apollo nodded in agreement. "Mount Olympus is not a good place right now, and Delphi wasn't meant for children, so your island is the best place for one. But what if it's a boy? Don't your laws require you to give him away?"

"They do." She bowed her head. "Diana had the same concern for any son she might have. I hope to change that. But no matter what happens, we won't be separated."

Apollo's eyes narrowed. "If you bear my child, you will want for nothing."

"Your devotion is what I'm looking for, especially if things go sour between us." She straightened her back resolutely. "Too many stories have been told about your lovers and their fates. I will not be turned into a tree."

He reared back as if insulted. "Look, that was an isolated incident. I was under the influence one of Eros' loaded arrows, I couldn't control myself…"

"Nor will I be 'accidentally' hit by a flying discus."

"I didn't mean to kill Hyacinth! I loved him, I truly grieved when he died."

Hippolyta walked over to Apollo, touching him on the chin. "In every one of your lovers' deaths, you had something to do with their demise. Tell me that's not true."

Apollo tried to glare at her, but only turned his head away in shame. Hippolyta pulled his gaze back to hers. "I'm immortal and you are divine. We could be at this for tonight only or for an eternity, but I don't have time for trivial dalliances, nor can I risk becoming another one of your failed conquests. I have too many people to care for. This isn't asking too much."

Apollo took her hand from his face and held it loosely. "What would make you think I would do that to you?"

"I'm forced to guard the Gates of Hades because I believed everything he said to me. I went along with his scheme and got my hopes up when he wanted to make a baby. Then he used my trust and tried to invade. I won't be taken advantage of again. Tell me the truth - will you take from me what I freely give, then leave me bereft when I need you the most?"

Apollo glanced down at the altar he was sitting on, and uncovered images veiled by linens. Three pairs of figures stood apart from the salacious depictions of orgies - two women hugged each other close, two men held hands, and a man and a woman caressed an obvious pregnant belly. All faced away from the writhing bodies, content in each other's presence. He touched a finger to the male couple and the pregnant pair. With a sigh, Apollo shook his head.

"Then pledge to me that, no matter what happens to us, you will be an honorable god and that you will not wreak havoc if things don't go your way," Hippolyta declared.

"Why are you being so harsh with me?"

"Because what I'm about to do could have me losing my crown and my throne, and I'll need your divine guarantee that you'll support me if I'm challenged."

Apollo looked swiftly into her eyes. "What are you talking about, Hippolyta?"

Hippolyta reached for her cloak and unfastened the anchor pin. This caused the cloak to fall to the floor, revealing her figure barely covered with a transparent, white shift. Apollo stared, transfixed, until Hippolyta lifted his chin with a finger and placed the pin in his hand.

"Do you know what this is?" She asked. Apollo shook his head. "This was on the only man ever buried on Themyscira, a captain of a cargo vessel that capsized out at sea. He died after helping a little girl float to our island. That girl became a bitter, vengeful woman, partially due to our teachings. Aresia aimed to kill all men because of her beliefs.

"If I had told her sooner how that man had been essential to her survival, she might have had a different fate, but I didn't think him important enough to mention. That was yet another instance where my actions caused pain and suffering. Enough is enough. It's time we opened our minds to some new ideas."

"I still don't know what this means," Apollo said, holding the anchor pin.

"I'm completing my coronation ceremony by cutting the apple in half. My offerings for patronage will be split between two gods. Aphrodite reminded me what Themyscira stands for. My rule should bring people together, not tear them apart. For her, I offer this Ritual.

"But I need my chosen's light beyond this night." She took the pin and fastened it to his chiton, giving it a soft caress before taking his hands again.

"Radiant Apollo, you were there for me when the darkness threatened to take over. You lit my way as I searched for my path, and you held me as I was assailed with the most horrific visions I've ever experienced. And when your twin sister, the person you've loved all your life, threatened to go back on her word, you stood with me and made her see reason.

"Help me, Apollo. Help me see what I need to do in order to bring true equality to Themyscira. Use your visions to guide us to a brighter future, heal the rift between us and Man's World, and inspire us to sing a new song as we welcome our brothers with open arms." Hippolyta leaned forward and gently kissed him on the lips. "Please, follow me."

Apollo gasped. "You truly are a fearless queen."

"Actually, I haven't been this scared for a very long time. But it is time to do the impossible. What should have been done a long time ago."

He inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly. "I've seen a glimpse of the future. Dark times are upon us, and Themyscira's fate is tied with that of Gaia's. It is important that you stand together if it is to survive."

"Then you will pledge to me your patronage?"

"Would you have me perform the Hiketeia to prove it?" Hippolyta tilted her head in thought. "Please don't make me take the vow," Apollo begged. "Then the Furies would be hanging around me. I tried teaching them how to sing once, like the Muses. It was terrible."

"Just tell me you'll be here when I need you."

"I will be here as fast as the sun's light travels." He bowed his head deferentially. "Your Majesty."

"That's all I ask, Your Radiance," she said, seductively, bowing with her hands together.

Apollo's lips tilted into a sly smile. "So, shall we get to honoring Her Sweetness?"

Hippolyta answered with her own look. "Let's start over." Reaching over to refill the goblet, they repeated the wine offering. Fingers touched as they held the cup together. She couldn't help but stare at his mouth as he drank.

Eyes locked, and liquid fell to the floor as they dropped the chalice. In barely a breath, their lips met in the middle. Their tongues tangled as they tasted each other greedily. Apples and her favorite wine… the same as he was in the glade.

Hippolyta gasped as Apollo pulled her against him and kissed her roughly along her neck, her fingers gripping his hair as he worked lower towards her breasts. A hungry groan vibrated through his body as her other hand traveled up his leg, under his chiton, past his hipbone, and wrapped around to grasp his firm ass. Her squeeze had him grunting in surprise.

Not giving him a chance to respond, she pulled his chiton up and over his head. Taking only a second to admire his naked body, Hippolyta leaned down to lay light kisses over his abs, travel up to his chest, and nibble at his neck. She stroked his excited manhood, then squeezed firmly. Anticipating his gasp, she attacked his lips with fervor.

Keeping him occupied with her kisses, Hippolyta pushed him farther back onto the cushions. Apollo closed his eyes as she rubbed him rigorously, surrendering to her caresses. She crawled onto the altar and straddled him across his hips.

In a teasing manner, she brushed against him. His eyes half lidded, he raised his pelvis towards her, grasping her thighs in anticipation. Slowly, she lifted the shift over her head and threw it to the side. She smiled as he looked over her naked, glowing body, obvious in his admiration.

Gazing directly in his eyes, Hippolyta licked her lips. Her unspoken question was answered with an eager nod. Rising higher, she lowered herself onto his erection, his hands holding her by the hips to guide her decent. The moan from her mouth echoed his.

Hippolyta paused, adjusting to his length and girth. Then, just as slowly, she rocked forwards and back. She closed her eyes as she repeated the movement, relishing the pleasure. Head tilted up, golden hair trailing down her back, mouth open as she breathed in gasps. He filled her to the hilt, stretched her as she squeezed...

A cry escaped her mouth as she felt him touch her. Eyes flew open to find Apollo grinning, his thumb fondling her pleasure center. The overwhelming sensation caused her to grind against him harder, matching his touch with her twisting hips. His twirling finger coaxed her to a relentless rhythm.

Hippolyta rode him vigorously as he continued to pet her. She nearly hurt herself when he grasped a bouncing breast with his other hand. He encouraged her, his whispers unintelligible as her body began to quiver. Mewling cries echoed as she came.

Apollo grabbed her hips and thrust upwards. She grabbed his wrists for leverage as he pounded into her hard and fast. Hippolyta nearly fell forward as he grasped her shoulder to keep her in place. The sound of skin slapping skin tapped a rapid tempo.

Hippolyta wanted more. She twisted with every push, meeting each move with one of her own. Her head spun from the unrelenting pleasure. Then he grasped her ass, holding her still. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he held her close as he thrust into her hot and furious.

Her body exploded with the heat of a thousand suns. He continued to love her as she lost control, a scream of delight echoing through the holy cella. Her orgasm erupted with a warm flood. Apollo followed her as his seed blazed inside her.

Hippolyta collapsed on top of Apollo, her breath escaping in gasping pants. He held her, caressing her back, moving her hair off her shoulders. Lifting her slightly, he kissed her deeply, gently. She answered him with soft warmth of her own. Slowly they looked into each other's eyes.

Apollo moved a lock of golden hair from her face. "You alright?" He smiled at her slow nod. "What do you think?" With a wide grin, Hippolyta leaned over and blew out a candle. "You're right, you won that one."

"Your fault for leaving me bothered twice in a row," she breathed, laying her head on his shoulder. "How many more do we have go?"

Apollo inspected the room; many more candles cast their soft glow. "Quite a few, I'm afraid."

Hippolyta sighed dramatically. "'Dite can be quite a demanding wench, can't she?"

"And you want her as one of your patrons?"

"Guess that's something she and I have in common." She rose above him and perched on an elbow. "I'm very demanding myself," she said, tracing the contours of his lips. "Think you can keep up?"

"Hmmm… keep up with an Amazon. I'm willing to take the challenge." He gazed in her eyes with a puppy dog glance. "Just be gentle with me. I'm a soft and delicate god."

"You're what?" Hippolyta's incredulous expression morphed into exasperation at his mischievous grin. "Why you…" Her exclamation was lost in her giggles as he rolled her onto her back, kissing her over and over.

"So… what should we do next?" His question had them moving the linens away from the altar.

Hippolyta pointed at one particular couple. "That looks interesting. Should be easy enough as you recover."

"What makes you think I need recovery time? I'm a god, I have the stamina to match!"

"Oh yeah? Prove it."

All through the night, they consulted the altar for their next fire-extinguishing session. Hippolyta even got a demonstration on what those questionable instruments could do. While those were… interesting… she preferred the real thing to a marble replication. The victor of each bout blew out candles, though they admitted that some were ties.

She also found out what the zodiac symbols were for. When they were at a loss at what to do next, all they had to do was consult the signs. Hippolyta had to admit, they were useful. She already took care of the Cancer position, and Taurus was pretty reliable, if a bit too dominant for her tastes. Virgo was nice with the altar at the perfect height for him to reach her from behind, and Pisces was very tasty indeed!

They also found out that one particular position wasn't impossible at all, after being sufficiently warmed up and stretching to keep limber.

By the time the last candle was blown out, they laid content in each other's arms. Hippolyta allowed herself a few moments of comfort, ignoring that she was an Amazon queen and he was a god, instead concentrating on his breathing as they watched the sky brighten into dawn.

"Are you doing that?" she asked.

"The sunrise? Actually, that's Gaia's rotation giving the illusion of the sun rising, when in reality…" he paused at her raised eyebrow. "Let's just say I might have something to do with it."

"You do good work."

"I do, don't I?" He grunted as she poked him in the stomach with her elbow. "So… guess I have to leave now."

"That is the tradition. The Ritual ends at sunrise."

"What does that mean about… us?"

Hippolyta hummed in pleasure at his "us". "Only means that the next time we do this, we'll be in my chambers."

Apollo squeezed her tight in response then rose off the altar. "A bed would be more comfortable than this marble slab, though the cushions helped." He walked over and picked up his chiton, facetiously posing and preening for Hippolyta as she admired his chiseled figure. Finally covering himself, he knelt by the holy table and took her hands in his.

"Seriously, Hippolyta, if you need me for anything, I am here." He kissed her fingers gently. "You only need to call upon me in that beautiful way you do."

"I'll remember that, Your Radiance," she said.

Apollo rubbed her fingers along his cheek, the same place she punched him in Artemis' Forest those long days before. Hippolyta touched the anchor pin still fastened to his chiton. Their lips met again, a kiss genuine in it longing and with no candles to demand their attention. They were about to break the Ritual's rules by engaging in more altar play when a gasp startled them out of their haze.

Eirene stood at the entrance, a robe and drying linens ready to serve her queen. "Your… your Majesty?" she gasped. "I'm sorry, I was coming to fetch you for your bath. I thought you'd be alone…"

"No need to apologize, Your Sweetness, though I trust you know how to keep this to yourself."

"Of course, Your Majesty!" Eirene curtsied quickly, but couldn't take her eyes off the man.

Apollo walked over and regarded the curious attendant. "Take care of our queen as the Graces serve Aphrodite, and you will be rewarded." He smiled lightly as her eyes narrowed suspiciously, then plucked at the fabric in her hands. "One way is to get better linens, like the ones that cover the altar. These are for your regular citizens."

Eirene shot Hippolyta a questioning glance. "It's alright. He's no ordinary man. Are you, Apollo?"

"No, I am not, Your Majesty. Though it's just like an Amazon to question a man's orders, even if she's one of Aphrodite's gentle servants." He turned back to the servant. "Until we meet again, Your Sweetness." He bowed slightly, then disappeared in a flash of light.

Eirene dropped the linens in surprise. "Your Majesty? I… I don't want to be rude, but did you just… with a god..."

"The Altar was sufficiently used, and Her Sweetness has been honored." Hippolyta stretched luxuriously.

"Oh, thank Goddess! I mean… may Her Sweetness answer your offer with love." The priestess bounced with barely contained glee. "Ick, he was right," she croaked, kicking the pile of fabric out of the way. "Let me fetch those better linens for you… oh, and I'll prepare a proper breakfast! We have fresh honey from the hives, and berries newly picked just yesterday… and tea!" Eirene patted her tummy unconsciously. "Good, nourishing tea for your health and energy...this is so wonderful! "

"Do as you would, Your Sweetness. I will wait for your return." Hippolyta watched as Eirene rushed away, her feet slapping an excited tap on the floor. Leaning back into the cushions, the queen breathed in deep, exhaled slowly, and closed her eyes.

So, how did you like your honoring, 'Dite? A tremulous sigh whispered in Hippolyta's thoughts.

I... Love... You! Aphrodite squeaked in response.

And I love you, Your Sweetness. Please, follow me.

As the sun travels from East to West, and the stars shine until the end of time, I will be with you… always.

Thank you, my friend. Hippolyta laid there contently.

You know Apollo will, too, don't you? 'Dite whispered.

I hope so. We shall see.

But he will! I know he will! And I'll make sure of it, too.

Only if he chooses so. No one should be forced to be with someone they don't want.

Then I have no doubts that you two will be together for quite a while!

Hippolyta smiled at the thought, but brushed it aside. Devotion is demonstrated through time, and this was only the beginning. He said words that promised loyalty, but she would make motions towards her goals, with or without his help - for her people. She had trusted a man's word more than once, and it had only been devastation for all of them. Apollo's help could only improve what she already set in motion, but she couldn't rely on it. Not yet.

But it would be nice if he were there - for her. In her heart, she felt his promise was genuine. Aphrodite said that he was true, and she wanted to trust her, too. Only time would tell. But as an immortal, she had a sinking feeling that time was limited. For what, she wasn't sure.

Hippolyta rubbed her belly thoughtfully. Yes… time would tell. And if there worship was fruitful, perhaps there was a glimmer of hope in the future after all.

*Rejoice for he who knows truth / Knows that bliss begets bliss / If you can drink of life's bitterness and laugh in the face of adversity / In your soul no bitterness will remain.

Arise, for the beloved has arrived / He who has stolen a thousand hearts, / In drunken ecstasy, he has come with drum in hand / To lift the veil and reveal to you his song.
Nahan - Niyaz

All along the Watchtower / Princes kept the view / While all the women came and went / bare-foot servants too...
(Continued in "Question the Evidence")

A/N - The Coronation Ceremony was the answer to one of the insider secrets mentioned at the end of "Home, Hearts, and Heroes" I shared the explanation to those who had reviewed the story and asked for it. Here is the answer:

Hippolyta chose her patron gods while on her mission to get Diana's championship back.

When Themyscira disappeared, Hippolyta had been chosen by all five gods to be the first Amazon champion. They chose her instead of her choosing the gods. She couldn't favor one over the other. And because such a huge change had happened, and they had many new Amazons from Sekhmet's ship, Hippolyta was more concerned with the survival of her island.

Hippolyta's trip across the Zodiac mirrored that of Antiope's ceremonial choosing of patrons. Antiope felt that she had the calling to make her own path. Hippolyta, while known for being very traditional, pushed herself out of her own ideals to fight for her daughter. And in doing so, she forged her own path.

She asked favors of each of her patron gods: chocolate from Hestia, clothes from Hermes, and love from Aphrodite. Artemis, Athena, and Demeter's trials were more punitive.

The dinner at Hestia's table mirrored the ceremonial feast after the patron choosing. In the end, Hippolyta chose to partake with those she had the most connection to, and in doing so, she plotted Themyscira's future:

Hestia - Goddess of Hearth and Home - Themyscira would become a more welcoming place.

Hermes - God of Speed and Transitions - Change is coming to Themyscira. And she was the first Amazon queen to choose a male god as a patron.

Aphrodite - Goddess of Love - She accepted love in all its forms, including the marriage between Bruce and Diana.

In short, Hippolyta became a queen of metamorphosis.

The decision to include Apollo as one of her patron gods was a last minute addition in this story. It was less about giving Hippolyta a romantic interest, and more about showing that she found humility and realized she needed help. Okay... and I thought they would be sexy together. I mean, really. Bruce and Diana shouldn't be the only ones having fun!

Hippolyta was also following Antiope's example of dividing the apple. By calling upon the goddess of love, and the god of light and prophecy, she was in effect trying to steer the future of Themyscira. Notice that during the Zodiac feast, she asked for him, but he was somewhere else. Hint - where did Zatanna get the opal charms? While he wasn't a part of her actual trials, Apollo inserted himself into the story because of her. They chose each other.

Now it's time to Question the Evidence. All Along the Watchtower...

D. Nox :-)