THE EPIPHANY OF AN EXPLORER is set on two islands in the Cyclades, the cluster of Greek islands north of Crete. Delos and Mykonos were important in the tales of Greek mythology. More about the gods tomorrow. Let’s get back to Harry on the island of Delos in 1811.
“Do you always gawk like that?”
The voice was definitely feminine. Definitely alluring. And quite possibly that of a siren.
Having read Homer’s epic poems, Harry was well aware of what a siren was capable of doing. Luring a man first to her and then to his death beneath the ocean’s waves.
He realized he might actually be willing to drown should this one call him into the water.
Harry shook his head. Sirens were merely mythological characters, he reasoned. This particular sea nymph couldn’t be a siren. And the fact that she was standing implied she had two feet—he rather doubted a flipper tail could support her, which meant she had to be a human woman.
Still tamping down his sudden arousal, Harry took a good deal of satisfaction in his reasoning ability. I am a scientist, he reminded himself. And she is not what she seems. Nor could she be one of the young ladies he had danced with a Season or two ago. He almost shook his head. He wasn’t in London, nor anywhere near it. Of course she wasn’t one of the young chits with whom he had danced. None of them would dare be seen in so little in the way of attire unless they were bathing at Brighton, and even then, they would be far away from prying eyes or inside a bathing machine.
The damned things took all the fun out of watching women intent on swimming in the Channel.
But that was neither here nor there, because here he was on a northern beach on the island of Delos, and she was standing in the water regarding him with a perfectly arched auburn eyebrow.