CHAPTER 7

On the journey back, Ella put her bag on her seat, now she had no one sitting beside her, in case Takis decided to. No way, she thought and again he was forced to sit in the same seat he had occupied on the way there. A light breeze was blowing, dispelling the punishing heat of day, as the minibus finally arrived in the village square. Several of the smallest children had been fast asleep and were very grumpy when they woke up, some of them sobbing and grizzling. Ella knew how they felt.

As they alighted, the village was lit up by a dark red sun sinking behind the summits of the surrounding mountains, leaving a warm glow behind, reddening the quaint roofs and buttering the old stones of the houses. But that late afternoon, Ella did not appreciate the beauty around her.

As the parents thanked her and shook her hand, she listened to their compliments in a haze, with her brain computing how she could put things right with Loukas. Deep inside, she felt that whatever excuse she gave might not convince him. She needed to know what had happened in the past between the two men, but now she didn’t care if only she could restore his trust.

On the other hand, she realised he was jealous, which must have meant something, although as far as Ella was concerned, jealousy was not a cause for rejoicing. Perhaps Costas would tell him she and Takis had been together all day, but she couldn’t imagine Loukas would let his little son get involved by questioning him. How can I make it up to him, she thought. How can I make him believe me that I couldn’t get rid of Takis; that I feel nothing for that creep.

Takis had been watching the goodbyes and nodding to the parents in a self-satisfied way as if he were the one they should have been thanking for his marvellous idea. As the last child and his mother finished talking to her, Ella was ready to run — but he was after her and caught her up unlocking her car.

‘Don’t dare to say anything to me!’ On rare occasions, Ella lost her temper, but when she did, according to her father, she wasn’t sensible and he’d added, “in fact, rather dangerous!” On one occasion, she had thrown her dinner across the room and been sent to bed in disgrace.

‘You look lovely when you’re angry,’ Takis replied.

‘Don’t! Or I might do something I’ll regret.’ She struggled to stay calm. ‘Never, ever, ask me to go out with you again. Now, go away!’

Takis was grinning as she got into her car and slammed the door. A moment later, she accelerated so hard that a heap of books she’d brought with her and intended to put into the school room when she had arrived in the morning, shot off the back seat and on to the floor.

By then, the sensible voice inside her was winning. On the outskirts of the village when she had put some space between her and Takis, she slowed down. It was a dangerous road! Besides, she had an idea. She had to pass the house on the mountain and — as her plan became clearer — she decided to call in on Loukas. It would be better to get things out in the open, rather than let them fester. She squinted at the clock on the dashboard display. Loukas would have been back for over an hour by now and probably he’d cooled off, like she had. Maybe she could explain.

Mindful of the hairpins, she swung Hermie down the mountain road. June would have said she was driving too fast, but now Ella’s mind was made up, she had to get it over with. Whatever happened between them would make her feel better than she did now and also she had to argue her case for Costas’ future happiness.

She could see the house already and had turned into the drive when she realised the 4x4 was not parked outside. He was out! No, she thought, he’s probably put the vehicle round the back for the night. I’m going to try anyway. Although she was fixed on what she was was going to say, she couldn’t help noticing the row of lovely terracotta pots, their inhabitants spilling petals over on to the pebbles. He even liked the same flowers as she did . . . As she reached the door and was about to knock, it opened to reveal Anna!

‘What are you doing here?’ asked the girl. She was wearing only a towel, knotted at the breasts. Her hair was wet through. ‘I’m showering.’

‘I’ve come to see Loukas,’ retorted Ella. ‘And Costas.’ She couldn’t help thinking about Anna stepping out of her clothes and going into the shower, naked, and Loukas . . .

‘You’re journey’s wasted. Neither of them are here. In fact, they’ve gone away.’

‘Gone away?’ Disappointment rose inside Ella, almost choking her. ‘But . . . But I was talking to them only about an hour ago. Loukas didn’t mention it.’ The nasty little voice in her head said, Are you surprised?

‘Why should he? He planned it ages ago.’ The girl looked triumphant. ‘You can go away now, I’m busy.’

‘I can see that! Where has he gone?’

‘Why do you want to know?’

‘I do. We have business to discuss. And you only work here.’

‘Well, you’ll be unlucky then,’ Anna replied nastily. ‘If you really want to know, he’s gone to another island. To relatives.’

‘When will he be back?’

‘I only work here,’ snapped the girl and slammed the door in her face. At that moment, Ella was near to crying. In fact, it really brought the tears to her eyes as she remembered how Loukas had carried her into the house; how his apparent anger had changed to tenderness; how close they had become. ‘Well, almost close,’ she sniffed as she walked over to her car. ‘And now, I’ve blown it,’ she said out loud as she got into Hermie. She was too upset to drive for a moment, but then she recovered. Why hadn’t he told her he planned to go away? Maybe it was because of what had happened when he’d seen her and Takis together. Don’t flatter yourself, she thought. He’d planned it already probably and he didn’t care enough to tell you. Anyway, why should he tell her? He could do what he liked, both on his own account and his son’s.

She tried to remember exactly what he’d said to her when she’d asked if Costas could go on the trip. It came back to her with a sharp stab that was truly painful. “I’ve wasted my own life as well as Costas,” which was a dreadful thing to say. Before that he’d said he was hopeless with women. Whatever did that mean? And now he’d gone to relatives on another island without telling her! It was a good thing that June hadn’t been there to see Ella drive down the mountain in a haze of tears. All she wanted then was to get back to the villa and allow herself to be truly miserable!

‘I’m so glad to see you, Ella,’ cried June. Ella looked at her. She was still in a daze.

‘Why? What’s the matter?’ A sudden hope came to her. ‘You haven’t seen Loukas?’

‘No. Should I have? What do you mean? Didn’t he allow Costas to go as promised?’ June was looking at her.

‘Yes, he kept his promise, but . . .’

‘You don’t appear to have had a very good time. All right. I won’t pry.’

Ella sniffled. ‘I’m all right. I’m just tired. Anyway, why were you so glad to see me. I’m not that late.’

‘I suppose you haven’t been listening to the news. The fires have spread to us. To Rhodes. Isn’t it terrible? I’ve been worried sick. But, then, I got sensible and realised you were going in the other direction.’

‘Slow down, June.’ Ella put a soothing hand on June’s shoulder. ‘Tell me properly.’

‘I’ve just seen it on television. The forest fires. They’re here. And I was thinking we’d avoided them. I’d like to kill whoever started them. Lighting matches. Smoking!’

‘Where exactly are the fires?’ asked Ella. The day seemed to have gone very cold.

‘They’re all around us really. On other islands. And now we have them.’

‘Other islands?’ Ella’s stomach turned over.

‘Yes, they’ve stopped the ferries.’

‘So people can’t get off?’

‘Not at present. Why? Were you thinking of going somewhere?’

‘No,’ replied Ella, thinking hard. So probably Loukas didn’t go at all. He would have known how dangerous it was. And that’s why he was wearing that jacket when he picked up Costas. That was what he had to do. Helping with the fires. So Anna must have been lying!

‘I wish I was leaving,’ said June. ‘I’m frightened of the fire coming and taking all this.’

‘No, it won’t,’ replied Ella, hoping she sounded convincing.

‘Anyway, why did you ask if I’d seen Loukas? He’s bound to be out there fighting it.’

‘You think so?’

‘I know so,’ June said, ‘He’s dedicated to his job — when he does it. He cares about his house and the forests as much as I care about all this here. It’s only volunteers like Loukas who can get together and stop it.’

‘Does he have relatives on another island, June?’

‘No, but he has an elderly great aunt, who lives next to my Dimitri’s cousin,’ said June. ‘That’s where I hear all . . .’ She broke off.

‘The gossip?’

‘I’m afraid so. Awful, isn’t it?’

‘You know all about Loukas, don’t you, June?’

‘I’m sorry, Ella, but it isn’t my place. He has to tell you himself,’ replied June. She looked upset. Ella laid a hand on her friend’s arm.

‘No, it’s me that should be sorry. Do you know the great aunt’s number?’

‘I’m not sure if she’s even on the phone. Has something happened to Loukas and Costas?’

‘I called on the way down the mountain and when I got to the house, Anna said . . .’ June frowned. ‘. . . Said that he’d taken Costas to another island to be with relatives.’

‘He hasn’t any, except in the village. Of course, he may have friends on other islands, but I don’t know of any . . . Besides, he wouldn’t go now,’ said June, ‘not with these fires. He loves this island. His roots are here. That Anna, you can’t believe a word she says. No, Loukas often takes Costas to see his great aunt. She’s the only one of Loukas’ father’s family that is left. Nice woman. That’s where he will have taken him, so he can get on with the job. What’s going on, Ella?’

‘I can’t tell you now,’ she replied, ‘but if that girl has been telling lies, I’ll . . .’

‘She’ll be sorry!’ It was good to see June smile.

‘Yes,’ replied Ella.

‘I know what. I’ll ring up and see what my friend has to say.’

‘Oh, would you?’

‘Anything to put a smile on that pretty face,’ answered June.

‘You’re so good to me.’ Ella sat down. She felt quite weak all of a sudden.

‘And then we’ll have a cup of real English tea. Now, where’s that phone?’

‘Will you do something for me?’ asked Ella suddenly as June picked up the handset.

‘Of course,’ replied June.

‘If Costas is there, could you try and find out when Loukas is fetching him home. I have to speak to him.’

‘Oh, dear,’ said June, ‘I don’t know what’s gone wrong, but I can’t believe you want to go back up the mountain. It’s too dangerous.”

‘You don’t know what happened.’

‘Sorry! I’m a meddling old woman. I’m sure you’ll tell me in your own good time.’

June was right! Costas had been delivered to his great aunt and the villagers were already packing up their essential belongings just in case the fire got as far as the mountain. ‘But that’s highly unlikely,’ June explained, ‘because so high above the forest there’s only sparse vegetation, except for the vines. Now, about picking up Costas. According to my cousin-in-law, Loukas is going to fetch Costas back home around noon tomorrow. But that will depend on the state of the fires. I can see what you’re thinking, Ella, but whatever has happened between you two, you mustn’t go up there. It isn’t safe. Besides, he wouldn’t dream of picking up Costas if it wasn’t. So you can’t be sure where he’ll be. Please don’t even think about going!’

‘Look, June,’ Ella sighed, ‘I know you want to do what you think’s best for me, but I don’t intend to take any chances.’ June looked relieved. ‘However . . . I am going to go . . . But only as far as Loukas’ house.’

‘No!’ June almost shouted.

‘Will you ask your cousin to go round to the aunt and say that the schoolteacher needs to speak to Loukas urgently. That she’ll be at his house at midday. If he doesn’t turn up, then I’ll come home.’

‘It’s too risky! I won’t do it!’

‘Please. What if — something happened to Loukas and I’d never told him . . .’ She broke off.

‘That you loved him? Is that what you were going to say, Ella?’

‘I beg you to do this. For me?’

June stared at Ella. ‘If I promise, what shall I do if something happens to you.’

‘It won’t! I’ve more sense than that. I shall only go as far as the house — and only if it’s safe. At any hint of fire, I’ll come back. It’s not a million miles away is it?’

‘It seems like it to me.’

‘Please, June!’

June sighed and pressed her lips together. ‘Did anyone ever tell you, you were stubborn.’

‘Yes, especially my father.’

‘Well, I could add to that. He should have said foolhardy!’ She breathed in deeply. ‘All right, I’ll do it, but it’s breaking my heart. We’ll keep an eye on the news and if, by any chance, the fires have spread in that direction, you promise you won’t go?’

‘I promise. Thank you, June. You’ve saved my life.’ Ella kissed her on the cheek. The older woman half-smiled, then the expression was replaced by the most serious Ella had ever seen on June’s face.

‘I hope there’ll be someone to save your life, if the wind changes. Doubtless Loukas will tell you that, if he turns up. I’m sure that he’ll get your message. I know something else too. That he’ll be angry. Phew!’ June fanned herself. ‘Now, let’s go and have that cuppa. Or would you prefer a cold drink?’

Ella could see that she’d upset June, but something inside told her she had to go to Loukas, angry or not. Just in case she never saw him again!

Early the following morning Ella thought of nothing else but her impending trip and was tortured by the possibility that the great aunt might not give Loukas the message. She and June had been watching the progress of the fires carefully. Although they were now blazing away on the foothills of neighbouring mountains, they were not near theirs.

‘I wish you wouldn’t go,’ pleaded June, as they sat by the pool. ‘You’ve heard of the expression “like wildfire” I suppose? These fires spread in a few hours!’

‘I know what you’re trying to tell me, but please don’t worry. I’m a big girl.’

‘If you were my daughter, I wouldn’t let you go,’ retorted June.

‘You’re lovely, but I shall be okay.’ Ella put her hand on June’s arm. At that moment they heard a car pull up outside.They stared at each other.

‘Please God, it’s Loukas!” said June.

‘I don’t think so,’ replied Ella. Unfortunately, she was right. By the time they were on their feet, they heard knocking.

‘I’ll go,’ said Ella. She made for the door with June behind, and opened it quickly. ‘You!’

‘Don’t slam the door in my face,’ said Takis. He put one foot on the step, looking contrite. But it didn’t fool Ella. ‘I’ve been thinking about what you said,’ he added.

‘What? That I never wanted to see you again!’ She couldn’t remember actually saying that, but somewhere near. She heard June clear her throat and turned. ‘It’s all right, June, I’m handling this.’

‘If you’ll let me in, I’ll explain.’

‘The step will do,’ she said. June was beside her now.

‘It’s about Loukas.’ Ella was shocked.

‘Maybe you should let him in,’ said June unexpectedly.

‘Thank you,’ he said. Ella was surprised. She knew how much June disliked him.

‘What’s going on?’ asked Ella. Takis looked away. June winked.

‘All right, come in,’ said Ella, standing back.

‘You should go in the dining room,’ added June. ‘But let me go first and check everything’s tidy.’ Ella could see June was up to something. The room was always spotless. They waited in the hallway without speaking and she noticed Takis couldn’t resist looking into the mirror and smoothing back his hair She grimaced.

When June came out, she said, ‘I’ll be in the kitchen, if you need me.’ Ella knew June meant she’d be at the ready if the situation became awkward, but she still didn’t know why her friend had agreed to let him in.

‘Right,’ said Ella, looking at her watch. ‘Come along, but I can’t give you much of my time.’ She realised she sounded like a schoolteacher and that was how it was going to be. Business.

They sat on the ornately carved chairs, facing each other, but with a good distance between them. The room was cool, but Ella felt far from that, although she promised herself she wouldn’t lose her temper. Still, he looks as though he’s sorry for being so horrible, she thought. Maybe he’s taken the hint at last?

‘Well?’ she asked. ‘You said it was about Loukas. And I’m expecting an apology.’

‘You have it,’ he said. ‘I might have gone too far — but you’re very attractive.’ His eyes strafed her body, which wasn’t an encouraging start.

‘I am only interested in talking business,’ she replied. ‘I hope it’s something about school and Costas. Otherwise, I don’t want to hear.’ She did really, especially if he was going to explain about the enmity between the two men.

‘It’s exactly that,’ he replied. ‘The business of Costas and Loukas.’

‘Oh.’ She was surprised. ‘Carry on.’

‘I’ve been looking up the rules about home schooling,’ he began. ‘Public education is mandatory here and the practice is illegal.’ He sounded like a textbook.

‘Well, I know several people who do it quite openly.’ She was determined to put him off the scent, even though she already knew what he said was true that it was illegal.

‘I’m not talking about ex-pats, but citizens. As I told you some time ago, I have been looking into it. Loukas Milas is committing a crime.’

‘A crime?’

‘For which he could be prosecuted.’ He sat back. Ella’s colour rose.

‘Is that what you’ve come to tell me?’You intend to prosecute him.’

‘Partially. Of course it would be at the discretion of the school governors to make any decision about criminality.’

‘And you are the Chairman.’ In spite of the heat rising within her, Ella’s voice was cold. ‘Have you come here to threaten me, Takis?’ She could hear June in the kitchen and suspected she was listening at the door. Maybe she should have asked her in to be a witness?

‘Our discretion would be based on several matters. Maybe this problem could be overlooked on compassionate grounds, but another cannot. If you wish to keep your own job, I advise you strongly that you should not think of involving yourself with this child’s education — nor with this man. It would be dangerous and naturally I, personally, would not like to see that happen. It might prejudice your position.’

‘Or?’ asked Ella. He feigned surprise.

‘Are you offering me a bribe.’ His eyes glittered.

‘How dare you!’ cried Ella. ‘I thought that you were going to apologise for your insufferable behaviour yesterday.’

‘I am sorry — with all my heart. It is because of my feelings towards you that I don’t want to have to inform on you.’

‘Or?’ repeated Ella. He shrugged.

‘That will be up to you. I’m sure we can work it out. It will mean only a little sacrifice. After all, we are becoming very good friends. I promise you will enjoy the experience.’ That was enough for Ella.

‘I think it would be Costas and Loukas’ friendship I would be losing if I agreed to your nasty little plan. As well as my self-esteem!’

‘Remember you have many good friends in the village, Ella.’

‘Well, if they are like you, I can do without them,’ she replied.

‘They could be persuaded that you are not a suitable person to teach their children,’ he said. Ella was shocked that not only was he threatening her that he would have Loukas prosecuted, but that he would turn the whole village against her and she would lose her job, unless she slept with him. It was monstrous! They regarded each other.

‘Take a while to think about it, Ella, but please believe me I do not wish us to lose our friendship over this.’ For a moment, Ella was lost for words, but they were on their way . . . Then the door opened.

‘Sorry, but it’s rather hot in here. Shall I close the shutters?’ June asked. She went over and fiddled about the window sill. Ella was already on her feet.

‘Takis is just leaving, June.’

‘Unwillingly,’ he said, pushing in his chair with a meaningful glance at Ella.

‘He has no time for coffee then,’ replied June in the sickly-sweet voice she reserved for people she didn’t like. ‘I’ll take off the kettle.’ He looked from Ella to June, a sarcastic smile on his face.

‘As I said, think over my proposition, Ella. By the way, the fires are approaching,’ he said. ‘I’d advise you both to think about collecting your valuables together. You are lucky, as the rest of us will be fire-fighting.’

‘You’re volunteering then?’ sneered June.

‘I shall be organising the evacuation of the village, if needed,’ he replied.

‘You mean, you’re not getting your hands dirty. Now I’d be pleased if you’d leave.’ She opened him the door.

‘Please think over what I have said, Ella.’ He was still trying. ‘I only have your interests at heart.’ She didn’t answer. She felt as near to slapping Takis as she ever had anyone. But she had never been the victim of blackmail before.

Inside, she was worried. She knew how powerful he was in the village. People were afraid of him. She was scared for herself, knowing a bad reference from the school might jeopardise her chances job wise, but more than that, she was for Loukas. What had this man got against him? Maybe it was a family feud? She couldn’t do anything about that. But school matters were different. There must be some loophole! How she wished that June had been listening to the conversation.

After he had gone, Ella cried, ‘Odious man! I wish you’d heard what he said.’ To her surprise, June was grinning.

‘Don’t worry. Ella. I have it all in hand.’

‘What do you mean. Were you listening at the door?’

‘Come back through,’ said June, indicating the dining room. Ella followed and watched June go over to the window sill. A moment later, she produced a small memo tape recorder. Ella stared. ‘I got it all. Every word. And you thought I wasn’t a techie. I’m not really. I used to use this when I did some secretarial work for Dimitri. I’m glad I didn’t throw it away. I keep it in the dining room.’

‘June, you’re a treasure.’ Ella hugged her friend instinctively. ‘You know what he wanted from me, don’t you?’

‘Don’t I just. This will settle him once and for all, and I know a few people who’ll be very happy when it becomes common knowledge. Threatening you.’ June gazed at the small machine as if it was its fault. ‘He was trying to frighten us when he mentioned the fires, but everyone says they won’t be allowed to get this far.’ Then she looked at the dining room clock. ‘Now hurry up. You’ve a date.’

‘What would I do without you?’ asked Ella.

‘Not hear all the gossip?’ June smiled.

It seemed hotter than ever as Ella drove off. In the mirror, she could see June waving and knew her friend was still anxious even though she was trying to cover the fact. But Ella would keep her promise and turn round if there was any danger.

Driving along, she noted that everything appeared to be quite normal with people going about their business as usual. The centre of Rhodes Town would be crowded so she decided to take the back road. That area never failed to surprise her. It was a conglomeration of small holiday hotels, each with their own pools and balconies which at night were adorned with swinging fairy lights. It also seemed to be an almost forgotten place with tiny tavernas, which lured their customers into the deep darkness of their cavernous interiors. A few children were walking along the winding road carrying nets and buckets, several dogs barked at her and dark men watched her drive by as they lounged against vine-covered lintels.

But soon the road opened up, snaking its narrow way towards the highway, off which she turned on the road to the mountains. She looked to see if she could see any sign of the fires, clouding the top of a neighbouring mountain and drifting down into the nearest valley. Nothing. But at one point she thought she could smell burning in the air. I’m imagining it, she thought.

She had to admit she was a bit nervous and wondered what her mother would have said if she had known what Ella was up to. She would have been shocked. Her idea of a proper daughter was someone who’d go shopping and chat about trivialities, who would enjoy parties and dress up at the slightest opportunity and could make small talk with others like her. What would she think of Loukas?

The trees’ cooling shade was refreshing. Once again she thought how beautiful the island was. The idea of a fire eating it up made her shudder. She drove slowly and carefully into the first hairpin, preparing herself for any mad local driver. Since her accident, it had become a fear that one would race down and push her over the edge into the chasm of green below. She leaned to the side a little as she turned the wheel. Going up made her feel a little dizzy and it took some getting used to. How they drive buses up here, I’ll never know, she thought. It must be bad for the passengers, never mind the drivers.

It was at that moment she caught a whiff of the acrid smell again and worried a little because she was sure she could smell burning. Perhaps it was Hermie’s engine under stress? The last car she’d driven in Britain was almost new and air conditioned. Not so, her little motor! She had to drive with windows open on the passenger and the driver’s side, if she needed to breathe. There was no temperature on the dashboard either, but Ella estimated that outside it was at least 30 degrees. She was sweating now where the trees opened out, not lining the road any more as she drove higher. Instead they stood tall and sparse on the tinder dry ground.

About half way up, she brought the car to a halt at one of the stopping places. She’d told June she would be careful and she meant it. She got out and sniffed the air, looking first all around the car, then down at the road below, half-hidden by the dark greenery that partially masked it. Then she realised she could smell fire! And it wasn’t Hermie. But, as far as the eye could see, everything seemed normal.

In the distance, she glimpsed a hint of blue sea, which made her feel better, which she supposed was quite irrational. After all, she hadn’t far to go now, then she would check again. She waited, arguing with herself. Was she being sensible? Maybe she should go back now, but — maybe she was imagining it was worse than it was and getting het up about nothing. Somewhere above she could hear the drone of an engine. She listened intently. A low aeroplane making for the airport or — a helicopter? The knowledge that she was not alone in that great green space cheered her. Not that they were nearby, but they represented civilisation.

How stupid I’m getting, she thought. You can see everything’s all right. It’s only a few minutes ago that I looked at the other mountain and it was fine. Returning to the car, Ella made her way up higher. Soon I shall see the house, she thought. The journey there seemed to have been the longest she’d ever driven — and so high! She found herself praying that he was waiting for her and began to rehearse what she should say to him.

Her hair was beginning to be blown around and she realised the wind was getting up. Then she could see the house through the trees, comforting her with its sturdy stone walls, but nearer, she could see no truck outside. The safe feeling dissipated. She brought the car to a stop and looked at her watch. She was five minutes late, so he probably didn’t get the message. I shouldn’t have stopped, she thought.

She made up her mind to go down to the house and drove slowly as if to give him time to arrive. She sat there and brushed the hair back from her forehead, remembering how he’d done the same in that beautiful brief moment when they had stopped outside the villa; when they had become close — until they broke apart. It all seemed a very long time ago.

She was lost in her own thoughts, but when she came to, she gasped! She couldn’t see the road above. Smoke! The fire must have spread. Why had she been such an idiot as to go on. But she had seen nothing suspicious. But you smelled it, the little voice inside her head taunted. You should have gone home. That’s why he hasn’t come.

Ella had always been in control of her situation, but now she panicked. Below her was the mountain and the fire was coming towards her. What should she do? She jumped out of the car. Then looked at the shuttered house, her brain computing any means of escape. If she’d have been able to get in, it would have been no use. She’s seen reports of so many fires over the years and how people had to evacuate their homes. She didn’t want to think about those who had stayed to fight it from destroying their belongings and their livelihood.

‘I have to find some way of getting down,’ cried Ella out loud. But you don’t know the way down — if there is one. The little voice insisted. You’re trapped. Sheer drop on one side, fire on the other. It was a nightmare. Now, she couldn’t see the road for smoke and somewhere above the helicopter was buzzing. But she was sure nobody could see her. Leaving the car, she rushed to the side of the house, her brain still trying to find a way of escape. She saw some buckets and ran over. They were full of water.

Taking one, she tipped it all over herself. She spluttered as it soaked through her light trousers and underwear. She had no idea what else to do, but she thought it might help. Running behind the house, she stood and gasped at the height of the drop. The view that had been so beautiful, was now horrific, while the acrid smell of the smoke was choking her as the fire got nearer. At that moment, she thought she was finished.

Sweat mingled with her soaking clothes and her head whirled. If the fire got as far as her, she’d jump! At least she wouldn’t burn to death. She could hardly see anything now as the smoke was thick. She took a deep breath, trying to make up her mind and then she heard a shout . . .

‘Ella! Ella! Where are you?’

‘Thank God,’ she cried. ‘Loukas!’

‘Stay there!’ he commanded. Fighting against the impulse to run towards him, she forced herself not to move. Seconds later, he was by her side, an unrecognisable figure. A scarf round his mouth and helmeted. She wanted to throw herself into his arms and sob, but he dragged her with him nearer to the drop. ‘You stubborn little fool,’ he said. She could only see his eyes. ‘Did you think I wouldn’t come?’ He unwound a rope which was coiled across his body. ‘Here!’ He thrust the end of the rope into her hand. ‘Now turn round and get behind me as though you were climbing on my back. Right. Now. Lash it round your waist and mine.’ She did her best, with him helping her. ‘Give me the end.’ She gasped as it tightened and she knew he was knotting it. ‘How do you feel?’

‘All right.’

‘No, are you secure?’

‘Yes.’

‘Then hang on to my shoulder straps and pray. We’re going over. Down there we have a chance. Close your eyes — and don’t open them!’

She grasped the belt that criss-crossed his back and hung on. The protective clothing he was wearing pressed against her breasts and hurt. She closed her eyes, ready to jump. Now he was here it didn’t seem to matter. Now they were together. It was better than dying alone! They turned, with her, piggyback. She must be going over first. She shuddered and waited to fall.

She expected to feel a rush of air, but instead her body lurched backwards and she could feel space between hers and his, then a jerk, then another. She realised Loukas was climbing down the mountainside. She could hear him breathing heavily and prayed that he wouldn’t lose his footing. How strong was he? She could smell the smoke on his clothes. It was in her mouth. She was struggling for breath because of it, or in panic.

In what seemed ages later, they stopped. She blinked. ‘Don’t look down!’ he ordered.

‘I won’t,’ she squeaked. She was crying.

‘Don’t worry. I’m only resting,’ he said. ‘We’re on a ledge. I hunt on this mountain. I do this all the time. Okay?’

‘Yes.’ Sense was replacing panic now. ‘I’m fine,’ but her teeth were chattering.

‘Great. If we can make the bottom, the fire will stay on the top. There’s nowhere for it to go.’

She wanted to ask him if he could go on, but she kept quiet. The last thing he wanted now was questions. ‘We’re going to hit a path soon,’ he said. ‘Are you sure you’re all right?’

‘Yes.’ She trusted him.

‘We’ll be okay. Off again.’ She swallowed back her fear. She thought she might be sick at one point. At another, that she might let go of the straps and pull them both down, but Ella’s will to live was stronger than she’d ever imagined. No one could imagine being in this situation, she told herself. Roped to a fireman, who was climbing down the mountain with you on his back. It was superhuman. This time, their progress seemed faster like when you’ve been on a journey and home is in sight.

Ella thought of his lovely house, which the fire couldn’t have spared. What would he do? Where would he go? And Costas? Was he all right? He must have been as Loukas would never have left him. He was probably with his aunt now on the way to safety. Then she felt them lurch to a stop.

‘At last! The path. You can open your eyes now.’The first thing she did was to glance over his shoulder and up. The little she could see without cricking her neck made her feel sick again. Could they possibly have come down that? It was sheer, except for a few stunted trees clinging to its grim, dark face. How had he managed it? He couldn’t have done it often as he said.

‘Shall I get off now?’ she murmured into his back feeling guilty about how stupid she’d been putting them both in danger — and how he’d saved her life again.

‘Not yet. Not in those shoes anyway.’ He must have been looking at her feet, wound round his waist. She oughtn’t to have driven the car in flip-flops! He must think I’m useless, she thought.

‘Thank you.’ It was all she felt she could say.

She bumped up and down again as they descended. The path was very steep and scattered with huge stones. Ella realised it could have been a stream bed in the winter, trickling down from the mountain. He was right; she couldn’t have managed it in such silly shoes. More trees were appearing now, clinging to the shale. Ella’s effort with the bucket of water had made her clothes stiff against her skin and the pressure of his back against her must have bruised her, as her chest hurt a lot. She felt all in and she couldn’t even imagine how he did, carrying her.

All the time, they must have been getting nearer to the road and she wished for the hundredth time that she’d been wiser to stay on it. But then . . . Loukas wouldn’t have found her. She told herself off for being both unfair and irrational.

‘I think you can get off now,’ he said, ‘but don’t fall over when you do. You’re bound to be shaky. Here will do.’ They were in a small, grassy open space. ‘I’ll untie the rope.’ She groaned as he unwound it, and his advice has been good, because she almost fell off, collapsing on to the grass.

A moment later he was tearing off the scarf around his face, then he fell down on the grass as well and lay in a crumpled heap. ‘Loukas!’ she cried. ‘Are you all right?’ She crawled over to him and she saw his eyes closed. ‘Are you okay,’ she repeated. His breath was shallow. She glanced round. What was she going to do? Was he unconscious? She looked down at him and his eyes opened,

‘Good thing you aren’t any heavier,’ he said and closed them again. She breathed a sigh of relief and lay beside him without speaking. Then, seconds later, he sat up and wiped the sweat off his face. ‘What the hell do you think you were doing, putting our lives at risk?’

‘I — I . . .’ she began.

‘For a schoolteacher, you are really stupid.’

‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘You’ve every right to be angry and I have no excuse except . . . ’

‘I don’t want to know,’ he replied, and lay down again. She waited. ‘Just getting my wind back,’ he muttered. She still didn’t say anything, but she was thinking about how he’d treated her when she’d crashed the car. It’s his way of coping with it, I suppose, she thought. And he’s right about me being stupid. But will he forgive me? The episode with Takis came into her mind, but she crushed the thought.

‘Come here!’ His voice was gruff. She was facing him.

‘For God’s sake, don’t you ever do what you’re told?’ He opened his arms and she came to him and put her wet head in the crook of his shoulder, not knowing whether to cry or laugh. The next few moments felt so right that she didn’t want to move, but soon, he stirred. Then he got up and she followed. He looked up to the sky. ‘Can you hear that chopper? Hopefully they’ll spot us soon.’

‘I think so.’ Now she could.

‘There’s the road,’ he said, pointing. ‘Can you make it?’ She nodded. ‘Then come on. We need to be out in the open.’ Both breathing heavily from the exertion, they scrambled down on to the road.

‘Do you know what the chopper is doing?’ he asked. She shook her head. ‘Looking for idiots who happened to be wandering on the mountain oblivious of the fires.’

‘Including me. I said I was sorry.’

‘And so you should be.’ He was looking down at her with a strange expression on his face, which was streaked with sooty dirt. ‘I found you, because the chopper managed to spot your car and communicated with the men on the ground. I was one of them. I never thought you’d be silly enough to come up here.’

‘I know,’ she retorted, grimacing, ‘but I’m too weary to fight with you now.’

‘Who said I wanted a fight? All I — we, both need is for the chopper to see us. Come on!’ They ran into the middle of the road. He saw her apprehensive look from left to right. ‘No one will come. The road’s blocked off.’ The sound was louder. ‘It’s circling. Wave!’ he ordered. Then the chopper was in sight. It turned away. ‘It’s okay, they’ve seen us. Now we have to wait.’ He went back over to the side of the road and sat down. She followed, putting some distance between them.

‘Won’t it pick us up?’

‘Nowhere to land.’

‘What are we waiting for?’

‘The men who have been blocking off the roads to stop anyone going up the mountain.’ She couldn’t decide whether he was getting at her again and she certainly wasn’t going to say she’d seen them down below earlier on, nor that she thought they were workmen!

‘They’ll be here soon, I hope,’ he added. A few minutes later, they could hear the sound of a heavy truck. Loukas got to his feet and she followed, wiping her hands down her dirty, smoke-blackened clothing. Loukas hailed in the vehicle and then spoke rapidly to the passenger, who got out. The man was wearing similar clothes to Loukas, who beckoned Ella. ‘Get in.’ He indicated the front seat.

‘Where are you . . .’

‘We’ll be in the back. Don’t argue.’

‘I wasn’t going to.’ Feeling crestfallen and extremely foolish, Ella smiled weakly at the driver. Soon, as they cruised along, Ella felt her head nodding and whatever she did, she couldn’t keep awake any longer.

The truck stopped with a jolt and a dazed and exhausted Ella could hardly remember where she was.

‘Where are we?’ she asked in English. The driver shrugged, but he was smiling. Then everything became clear. ‘I’ve been asleep,’ she said, half to herself. Of course, he couldn’t understand. She looked out of the window. They were at June’s. ‘Thank you,’ she said and the driver grinned and nodded.

The passenger door opened to a very dirty and grime-streaked Loukas. I must look like that, thought Ella. ‘You’re home,’ he said. She was about to say goodbye, when he took her arm and helped her towards the gate. ‘You look all in. Come on.’

Then the truck drove off. Ella’s spirits soared. He wasn’t going with them. ‘Thank you, Loukas. I don’t know what I’d have done if you hadn’t found me.’

‘You’d have been fried,’ he said. She shuddered.

‘What time is it?’ Her watch had stopped. It must have been soaked by her efforts with the bucket.

‘Late.We both could do with a good sleep.’ She felt a little throb inside, then told herself off for being so hopelessly romantic, even in this situation. He had his arm round her quite tightly supporting her as they made their way towards the villa. The nap in the truck hadn’t done her much good and the perfume from June’s fragrant shrubs was soporific.

The villa door opened. ‘You’re back,’ cried June. ‘I’ve been worried to death. It said on the news the fire had reached the mountain. And you saved her.’ She embraced Loukas.

‘I was only doing what I’m trained for,’ he said, looking pleased.

‘You and I know there’s more to it than that,’ replied June directly. ‘What a mess you both look, but I’m not going to ask you a thing.’ June had taken over. ‘You go straight to the bathroom, Ella,’ she ordered, and turning to Loukas, ‘you can use the downstairs shower. I’ll fetch more towels. Then I’ll go and make the tea. Oh — tea for you, Loukas?’

‘Anything wet,’ he replied, with a smile, looking at Ella.

‘Then a good rest I think before dinner. By the way, I have to go out tonight to see my friend. I’ll be late so I’ll lay the table and leave it.’ She looked meaningfully at Ella. ‘I’m sure you have things to discuss.’

When Ella woke it was almost dark — and she felt disappointed. She didn’t know what she’d been expecting — but it hadn’t happened. Then she told herself she was being selfish. She listened, then she could hear noises on the mezzanine. That’s where he must be. It was small place between the two storeys of the main floors and an area where June used to put up the overspill of any friends who came to visit. A bed was always made up and it was extremely convenient. Although she didn’t know Loukas that well, Ella had a feeling he preferred not causing trouble to people. She hoped he’d had a good sleep too. They couldn’t have talked the way they were. She wondered whether she should get up in case . . . of she didn’t know what.

She realised she had gone to sleep in her wrap, but she didn’t feel like dressing. She thought about several of her friends back in London. Probably they’d have crept along to the mezzanine, but Ella knew that Loukas wouldn’t be happy if she did. Maybe he was still a “one-woman man.” She hoped not.

She sat on the bed and wondered what to do next. Perhaps he was still asleep? Then her heart jumped as she heard a knock. ‘June?’ she asked, but then she remembered she’d gone out and that it must be Loukas.

‘Ella. Are you awake?’

‘Yes. Come in.’

He was wearing an old-fashioned dressing gown, but he looked like the old Loukas. Any clothes would have looked good on him and even this one couldn’t hide his hard-muscled body. Besides it was much too short. ‘I think it belonged to June’s husband,’ he said grimacing. She didn’t laugh.

‘Of course, you haven’t any clothes,’ she murmured.

‘No, which is awkward. I’ll have to put my old ones back on. But that doesn’t matter now. I want to talk to you.’ She could hardly breathe, thinking what might be coming. She patted the bed. ‘Come here.’ He sat down beside her. ‘You look better,’ he said.

‘Thank you.’

‘I’ve things to tell you, Ella’ he added. ‘June was right. Things I should have spoken about before . . .’ He stopped.

‘Before what?’

‘Until . . .’ he began. ‘No, I mean . . .’ She could see he was struggling. ‘I told you, I’m hopeless with women!’

‘You’re not. Take it easy.’ Here she was, telling a married man to take it easy! ‘I’m listening.’

“The problem is — I don’t trust women,’ he said, looking straight at her. She hadn’t expected that.

‘Why? Do you think they’re going to jump you?’ She realised she’d done the wrong thing by making a joke.

His face was serious. ‘I assume June hasn’t told you that bit then?’ Ella frowned. ‘The big bit.’ He sounded bitter.

‘You mean — Xanthe. I can see why you feel like you do. It wasn’t right that she died like that. I know you loved her very much.’

‘Once,’ he said.

‘But you’ll get over it eventually. I think I understand how you feel.’ She thought how can I say these things when I have absolutely no idea. No experience. All she knew was that she wanted to comfort — to love him.

‘You’re sweet,’ he said. ‘But you can’t understand.’

‘Tell me then and I’ll try.’ She waited.

‘Xanthe was everything to me.’ His voice was low. ‘I loved her since we were in our teens. Even at school. We met there, but she was the clever one. You know she was a teacher?’ Ella nodded. ‘Like you . . .’ He broke off. ‘But . . . when she died . . .’ He looked at Ella and she held his gaze, then felt his hand slip into hers like he needed her support. She held it tightly. He sighed. ‘. . . I was — relieved when she died.’ His eyes held hers. ‘You think that’s a terrible thing to say, don’t you? I can see by your face. But it’s the truth. Relieved,’ he repeated as if she wasn’t there. ‘But not when I found her body — or what was left of it. Only afterwards.’

Ella was shocked. What did he mean relieved? How can you be relieved when someone you love dies? She held on to his hand as she felt him ready to withdraw his. ‘Yes, I’ve felt guilty since, not only for her, but for Costas.You want to know why.’

‘Yes, I do.’

‘That night, Xanthe was leaving me. Leaving us both.’

‘What?’ She felt the perspiration bursting on her forehead. She felt relieved too, which couldn’t be natural either.

‘She’d had other affairs, but not on this island. It could have been my fault. I let her stay over there, because I thought she was working and I trusted her. When I found out, it broke me up inside. We had massive rows, until I was sick of it. I wanted it all to end, but believe me, not like that. I do still have a heart! Sometimes I thought I’d do something terrible, then I remembered Costas depended on me. I wouldn’t let her have him. She was a bad mother.

‘I forgave her so many times. I suppose because I still loved her in a funny kind of way. Maybe it was pride. I didn’t want anyone to know, but they all did. That’s why they keep out of my way. Then she started an affair with someone here on the island right here under my nose. I would have killed him if I’d known what was happening. He was in the car with her and he walked away untouched. He got away with it. It’s a wonder he did, because she was driving. He was supposed to be the innocent party. ‘Loukas almost growled the last words. ‘I hated him then and I still do.’ He was breathing heavily.

‘This is the first time,’ he added, ‘that I’ve been able to tell anyone these things and I have to pretend to Costas that his mother was a saint. I keep all her things, all her clothes, because I can’t bring myself to tear them to pieces.’ There were tears in his eyes. Ella put her arm around him and he leaned his head into her shoulder.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘you don’t want to hear all this. Besides, you have someone else?’

‘You don’t know how much I want to hear!’ she replied. ‘But there’s no one.’ He lifted his head and the tears were drying on his cheeks. “I know that it looked as if I had. But I feel nothing for the man. He put me in that position. I can’t stand him.’

‘That makes two of us,’ he said.

‘You mean . . . you mean the man . . . was Takis? Takis and Xanthe.’ Her head whirled as it all made sense.

‘Now you understand,’ he said. ‘When I saw you together, I flipped.’

‘Oh, Loukas,’ she cried, ‘if only you could have explained before. I’ve been so sad.’

‘I expect you hate me now,’ he said. ‘I know I’m a moody guy.’

‘I don’t care.’ He put his hand forward and brushed back her hair.

‘You are beautiful,’ he said. ‘I wanted to tell you about Xanthe before, but I was always afraid to open up.’ He shrugged, then added, ‘I suppose I thought Takis was going to take you too. He’s everything I’m not. Good-looking, with women falling at his feet. Loads of money . . .’ Ella put a finger to his lips.

‘Shhh. If you were like him, I wouldn’t be able to stand you either. I’m not on the look-out for a man like that. I’m looking for . . .’ It was now or never. ‘. . . someone like you. But June said you were a ‘one-woman man.’ I thought that you loved Xan-the so much that you could never replace her. Now I know what she meant that you couldn’t trust another woman. But you know you can trust me, don’t you?’

‘Yes. And June was right in a way. I didn’t want anyone ever again until I met you. Costas loves you as well.’

‘He’s so sweet.’ “As well” must have meant that Loukas loved her!

‘When I saw you with Takis, I wanted to tear his heart out.’

‘Forget him. He can do what he likes with his job. And then I can teach Costas at home.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Takis came here yesterday and he threatened me.’ Ella was worried when she saw the grim look on Loukas’ face.

‘What did he do?’ His voice was hard.

‘He’s determined to stop Costas going to school and to report you to the authorities. He said that he’d only withdraw his accusations if I . . .’

‘Tell me.’

‘If I slept with him,’ she said. ‘And if I didn’t, I’d lose my job. He’s very powerful. But I told him where to go. Loukas, don’t worry. Forget him even though he hates you as much as you hate him. He can’t destroy us. June got the conversation on tape. We’ve trapped him. You don’t have to do anything silly. I don’t want you to get into any trouble. Please say something.’ He took a deep breath as if trying to control himself and Ella could hardly bear the wait.

‘Is I love you good enough?’ His voice was strong as he took her in his arms. With those beautiful words resounding in her head, she felt her body melt into his as he kissed her in the way she’d dreamed he would. They lay against the pillows, entwined together, savouring each other’s nearness.

‘Yes, but one thing I don’t understand is — why you let Anna work for you. She’s Takis’ cousin.’

‘I’m sorry for her, that’s all. She used to work for us and I hadn’t the heart to let her go. She has a rough time of it at home. Do you mind?’

‘Not now. Loukas,’ she said, nestling against him, looking into his eyes as he smiled down at her. ‘Do you think it burned down?’

‘What?’

‘Your house. It’s such a lovely place.’

‘It’s still only a heap of stones, Ella,’ he smiled. ‘But if it’s burned down and if you want, I’ll build you another.’ His dark eyes smouldered.

‘Just as pretty?’ She waited breathlessly for what she knew was coming.

‘Prettier,’ he replied, holding her tightly. ‘Costas and I, we’ll be the happiest men in the world, if you will come and live with us in our house on the mountain? Will you, Ella?’

‘I will,’ she replied, knowing that she would never be more sure of anything in her whole life.