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Xena: Warrior Princess Virtual Season

Episode 7.2: Honor Bound, Part 2

Teleplay by: Chris Schinella and Diane Taubold

Story by Chris Schinella, Diane Taubold, Guilda and Magenta

Directed by Zoe Langosy


Previously on Xena: Warrior Princess. Gabrielle discovered there was a possibility of bringing Xena back from the land of the dead. But to do so, she had to return to Japa and seek out the Shinto priests. In the midst of preparing for an intricate purification ceremony, Xena’s urn is stolen, and a Kannushi elder murdered…





Gabrielle’s backpack rests on the bench in front of the sacred tub. Gabrielle is seated within its steaming waters. Her eyes are closed and her palms are pressed together. Mioto, holding a censer by its elaborately weaved leather thong, flicks it and draws it back, in a synchronous rhythm as he slowly walks around the tub. Behind him, stand two junior monks. One holds a folded white towel. The other holds a folded warrior’s gi.


(soothing voice)

Hear us, Keeper of the Kakuriyo…


He flicks censer back and forth behind Gabrielle.



Hear us and know that our words are earnest…


He flicks censer back and forth to the right of Gabrielle.



Look into the heart of Gabrielle and know the warrior woman known only as Xena…


He flicks censer back and forth to the left of Gabrielle.



See what was the past… see the events as they transpired… See all so a true picture may be brought forth to cleanse the past and the present…


He pauses in front of Gabrielle, flicks the censer twice before her, and then places the incensed filled censer on the bench. He picks up a ladle and dips it into the water.

Mioto slowly pours the water over Gabrielle’s head.


(gazes upward, eyes closed)

May these sacred waters both purify and protect this warrior who seeks justice… May her heart be seen by all kami invited to attend the great purification and through her, the warrior who freed them from their bondage to the Lord of the Darklands…


May those of both of this realm and of the kakuriyo, be enlightened by your divine intervention...



Purify me in thought, in deed, and in body. Protect me and guide me… Through me, see the truth and know the warrior’s heart…





The kannushi’s lifeless body lies undetected in the Hall of Offerings. A wispy mist rises from the victim’s chest. It slowly coalesces into a semi-transparent form of the slain man. The apparition glances down at his own body. It lies in a pool of blood congealing from the wound in his temple. He glances to where the urn once stood.

Sadness and disappointment cross his ghostly features. He closes his eyes, his head tilts upward and he spreads his arms. An aura of light surrounds him.

(voice filled with remorse)

I have failed in my duty to protect that which was entrusted to me. Amerterasu O Mikami, permit me to continue my mission. Help me find the one responsible for this sacrilege… Help me find the remains of the one entrusted to my care… Help me cleanse our village of evil kami… that all may find peace…


We hear nothing. But see several glowing balls of light appear as if from nowhere. They begin to circle around him, their speed ever increasing. The ghost of the kannushi shimmers from sight.





The door to the Hall of Offerings opens slowly, creaking as it does. The silhouette of a robed figure steps in from the dimly lit hallway. The figure is carrying something. As the figure comes into the light we see that it is a monk and he is carrying a basket of flowers. He sees the body and rushes to his fallen brother’s side, dropping the basket as he bends down. He notices the pool of blood beneath the slain man’s head and the puncture wounds. He jumps to his feet and rushes out of the room.




The young monk races down the steps toward the Elders who are gathered in the garden discussing the evening’s arrangements.


(hands in his robed sleeves)

The musicians and dancers have already begun their entertainment for the deities and kami.



The villagers are preparing the track for the archers at dawn…


(spotting the young monk racing toward them)

What is wrong with Tanazi?


(panting. Out of breath)

Kai-i-Jo! Kai-i-mei! Kai-i-sei!! Come quickly! Someone has killed Kai-i-Choku!


(looking shocked)

What do you mean, someone has killed Kai-i-Choku? He is in the sacred Hall of Offerings. No one would dare commit such an act in a sacred place!

Tanazi leans over, puts his hands on knees and takes a deep cleansing breath.


(still trying to catch his breath)

Please! It is true! I swear! Kai-i-Choku lies dead in a pool of his own blood, a wound in his temple! Please, come!


(looking at his brothers)

Did you notice if the urn of the warrior was still there?


(straightening up, turning pale)

No! I did not! Do you think that is why Kai-i-Choku was murdered? To steal the urn?


Worriedly the three elders glance from one to another as they gather their robes and quickly follow the young monk back to the temple.


(as he runs with his brothers)

It is indeed possible. We know there are many who would not want the ceremony to take place. How better to prevent it than to have someone steal the urn?



Then we must hurry and organize search parties to find the assassin and recover the urn if it is indeed missing!


(to the young monk)

Tanazi! Did you hear anyone? See anything?


All four reach the top of the temple steps together.



No! I saw no one and heard nothing!


(his voice sounding hopeful)

Still, the murderer cannot be far! Go! Call the other monks! Find the foreign woman with the golden hair!

Tanazi nods and runs off.

The three elders enter the temple.




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