“Marcus,” Dial said for the third time in the last half hour, “please check again.”
Andropoulos nodded and started his circular journey around the enclosed courtyard, just in case the governor was waiting on the other side. The building was made out of tan stones and topped with a red-tiled roof. The windows on the lower floors were nothing more than tiny slits, far too narrow for pirates or thieves to have slipped through. Nowadays the lone watchman was the skull of a former resident, which peered at the sea from its perch on a wooden balcony.
Dial followed the skull’s lead and stared at the gentle waves as they kissed the sandy beach. The weather was in the low seventies with hardly a cloud in the sky. If not for the urgency of his meeting, he would have felt as though he were on vacation. Other than the occasional fishing boat that dotted the horizon, there wasn’t a lot of activity in this sleepy village.
Except for the man who was strolling along the shore.
Dial spotted him walking barefoot in the surf. He was older than Dial, but possessed the casual stride of someone who had nowhere to go and all the time in the world to get there. His skin was tan, his silver hair was unkempt, and his light-blue shirt was unbuttoned and flapping in the breeze. A pair of sandals dangled from his left hand. Occasionally they brushed against his cream-colored shorts, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Hello,” he called while waving at Dial.
“Hello to you, too.”
The man smiled and walked closer. “American?”
Dial nodded. “What about yourself ?”
“Me too. My name is Clive.”
“Hi, Clive. I’m Nick.”
The two of them shook hands.
“So what brings you to Ouranoúpoli? We don’t get many American tourists.”
“We?” Dial asked. “You live here?”
“I live all over the world. But this time of year, I like Greece.”
“Must be nice. Going wherever the wind takes you.”
“I’m not going to lie, it’s pretty great.” Clive grinned. “How about you?”
“I’m here on business.”
Clive glanced around the empty shore. “Business? Are you sure you’re in the right place?”
“I’ve been asking myself that same question for the last thirty minutes.”
“Why’s that?”
“I was supposed to meet someone here at eleven o’clock. But I’m still waiting.”
“Is he a local? Maybe I know him.”
“Not too local. He’s from Mount Athos.”
Clive smiled. “Ahh, that explains it.”
“Explains what?”
“Why he isn’t here. You missed him by several hours.”
Dial arched an eyebrow. “Several hours? What are you talking about?”
“Mount Athos doesn’t use Greek time. They use Byzantine time.”
“They use what?”
Clive laughed. Dial wasn’t the first tourist to ask him that question in a similar tone.
“The monks on Mount Athos set their clocks according to the position of the sun. Midnight is at sunset, and so on. This time of year, they’re roughly three and a half hours ahead of us. Every few days they readjust their clocks to compensate for the setting sun.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me.”
He laughed again. “It’s not so bad when you’re inside. You get used to it pretty quick.”
“You’ve been inside?” Dial asked, surprised.
“That’s how I discovered Ouranoúpoli. I visited Mount Athos and liked it so much that I swing by every few years.”
“They let you do that?”
Clive nodded. “If your paperwork is in order.”
“Really? You don’t have to be a monk?”
“Not at all. In fact, you’d be surprised how many celebrities visit Mount Athos.”
“Such as?”
“Prince Charles from England. He spends a lot of time at Vatopedi, a monastery that resembles an Italian Renaissance village on the north-eastern part of the peninsula. It has many famous relics, including remnants of the True Cross.”
Dial rubbed his chin in thought. “You seem to know a lot about the place.”
“Not as much as the guest-masters, but more than most. Sometimes when I’m lonely, I give boat tours. It’s a great way to meet people. Especially women.”
Dial laughed. “Somehow I doubt that.”
“I don’t mean picking them up. I mean meeting them. They aren’t permitted on shore, so I take them around the peninsula and show them all the monasteries.”
“Hold up. Women aren’t allowed on Mount Athos?”
Clive shook his head. “No women at all. Not even female animals.”