old man opened it. He had a long gray beard and piercing eyes that sat deep in their sockets. A coarse robe hung off his frail frame like loose skin, as if it were a part of him. It was tied at the waist by a white cord that dangled to his knees.
He stood there, silent, quietly studying Dial while Dial returned the favor.
Two men sizing each other up.
Finally, the old man spoke. His name was Nicolas. “On most days you would be asked to leave.” He reached his pale hand forward and tugged on the cuff of Dial’s short-sleeved shirt. “This is not appropriate for a house of God.”
Dial lowered his eyes in shame. He had read the warning sign in the valley but had ignored it—mostly because he didn’t think anyone was alive to enforce the rules. Now he felt like a total ass. He hadn’t said a word, yet he had already offended the monk. “I can leave if you’d like.”
“That won’t be necessary. There are more important things to worry about.”
Dial introduced himself, then said, “Actually, I was kind of hoping that you could assist me with some of those things. As a foreigner, I don’t know much about Greek monasteries—as you can tell from my clothes.”
Nicolas considered Dial’s request for several seconds before he stepped outside and closed the door behind him. “Let us walk. I’d like to show you something.”
Without saying another word, he started the long journey across the complex. His gait was hobbled, a combination of his advanced age and the uneven surface of the stone courtyard, but he was determined to reach his destination without any help. This was most apparent when they reached the spiral staircase to the bell tower. It stood three stories high and was covered with a tiled roof. The monk grasped the handrail with one hand while lifting his robe with the other. Then he pulled himself to the top, one painful step at a time.
“Do you know the story of Agia Triada?” asked the monk as he struggled with the stairs. “The hermits who built this place climbed to the top of the rock with their bare hands but weren’t strong enough to carry supplies. So one might wonder how they accomplished their goal.”
Dial recalled what Andropoulos had said. “Didn’t they lift their equipment with ropes?”
“They did, but how did they get the ropes to the top?”
“On their backs?”
Nicolas stopped walking. “Have you ever lifted two thousand feet of rope? Of course not. It would be far too heavy and cumbersome.”
“I hadn’t thought of that.”
“So what did they do? How did they get the rope to the top?”
Dial was adept at solving mysteries, but even he was stumped by this one. “I have no idea.”
“Not even a guess?”
“Nope. Not even a guess.”
Nicolas reveled in victory. “My brethren used kites.”
“Kites? How did that work?”
“One monk stood at the bottom of the cliff and flew a kite high into the air. When the wind was right, he let it drift toward the top of the rock where another monk grabbed its tail. The long kite string was then tied to the end of a rope, allowing the monks to pull it up the cliff.”
“That’s brilliant,” Dial admitted. “How did they come up with that?”
Nicolas shrugged. “Give a man enough time to think and he can accomplish anything.”
Dial smiled. He liked this guy. He had several more questions that he wanted to ask the monk, but he could see Nicolas was having trouble with the stairs. Out of respect, Dial stopped talking until they reached the top of the bell tower.
“I’ve spent many days up here,” said the monk as he fought to catch his breath. He stared at one of the nearby peaks, ignoring the darkness and the fog that surrounded them. “This tower has the best view of the valley. And I should know. I’ve seen them all.”
“How long have you lived here?”
Nicolas shook his head. “I haven’t lived here for many years. Not since the decision.”
“The decision?”
“Holy Trinity was a working monastery for several centuries. Now it is a haven for tourists, and we are nothing but tour guides. Do you know how many monks live here?”
Dial guessed. “Twenty.”
“One,” said the monk. “And he is now dead.”
“Only one? What about the other victims?”
“What about them?”
“If they weren’t residents, why were they here in the middle of the night?”
Nicolas shrugged. “I have not been told.”
Dial paused for a moment, trying to think things through. He had