Cyane: "Xena … Gabrielle … We've prepared a yurt for you." Gabrielle: "Thank you …" Cyane: "Cyane." Gabrielle: "Cyane?" Xena: "You've taken the traditional name of the tribal leader." Cyane: "I accepted command out of necessity, not desire."

Gabrielle: "I haven't seen Amarise."
Cyane: "Many lives were lost during the battle."
Gabrielle: "Lost …"
Cyane: "She wanted you to have this. She added a bead for Eve."
Gabrielle: "How did she know?"
Cyane: "Yakut foresaw your arrival. She said you would come to make Eve a part of our tribe and that we should welcome her."

Cyane: "We're ready to begin the ceremony."
Xena: "I don't know that this is the time …"
Gabrielle: "Xena, there's death all around us. Maybe bringing a new life into the tribe would be good for us."
Xena: "Alright …"
Cyane: "I'm sorry, Xena, only Amazons may be present at our Right of Caste ceremonies."
Gabrielle: "It's okay."
Xena: "Very well."
Gabrielle: "Don't be afraid, Eve. We're going to make you and Amazon Princess."

Cyane: "If you wish to give Eve your Right of Cast, you must first take your rightful place as our queen."
Gabrielle: "The Queen? You know I'm not staying."
Cyane: "It's only for the ceremony. After that, you can choose someone to take your place."

Yakut: "Xena … I need your help. Clothe yourself in the robes of the Shamaness and then come to me."

Yakut: "Xena." Xena: "Yakut! What are doing here? Why haven't crossed over into the Land of the Dead?" Yakut: "When I left my mortal body, many things were revealed to me. Each of us has a mission in life - a role to fulfill. I didn't get the chance to complete mine." Xena: "And you can't cross over until you do."

Yakut: "Xena, the Amazons are in danger."
Xena: "From what?"
Yakut: "The key to the future lies in the past. I failed my people. I have to fix it before it is too late."
Xena: "What do you need me to do?"

Cyane: "A Queen is a chalice - let us fill you with visions from our history, fragments from a time before we were Amazons, when cannibals slaughtered our men and warriors like the great Samsara called on the shaman for a savior from the future - an atman - the first Cyane."

Cyane: "Behold, the legendary Samsara …"

Samsara: "Do it." Shaman: "Force of Light, send us from the land beyond time and death the atman - our savior - our greatest warrior --"

Cyane: (clad in a blue sweater, jeans, and tennis shoes) "I'm dreaming ... No, I'm in the Twilight Zone … I am dreaming!"
Samsara: "This is our savior?!"

Cyane: (spontaneously mounts a captured horse) "Take it easy, boy. I'm not going to hurt you … Attaboy … Whoa … Whoa … WHOA!!"

Cyane: "What?"
Hyppolita: (Author's Note: I have no idea what the name of this Amazon is, so I assigned her one) "You truly are the atman."
Cyane: "What did I do?"
Cute Amazon: "You mounted a Swift One! Nobody has ever dared to do that."
Cyane: "Just because I rode a horse for a few seconds, you think I'm … Wait, if you guys don't ride the Swift Ones when you catch them, what do you do with them?"
Hyppolita: "We prepare them for the ceremonial dinner."
Cyane: "You eat horses?! You're not supposed to eat horses! Horses aren't food! I can't believe this!"

Hyppolita: "With your courage, you have shown us that you are worthy of our tribe. Whether you think you're the atman or not, tonight you become a Tretomlec!"

Cyane: "We are the creators and our own creations - the words and the music - both singer and song. Our traditions stretch back to the great Gaia herself, mother of us all. A tradition of dance … of music … of sacrifice … of blood."