29For two days a light rain washed away any trace of the milk that had been spilled by the hapless young woman from Kalambaka before anyone noticed Papa Yiorgos, lying on his back in the mud, staring startled at the sky. His murder was a mystery. Robbery wasn’t the motive. He was found to have a small pouch of gold sovereigns on his person. There was no evidence of a struggle, only the two bullet holes, one in the chest, one in the forehead. There was speculation he was murdered by a godless Communist, or someone with a vendetta. It was still very dangerous to be walking around alone and unarmed. Within two hours of the discovery, Papa Yiorgos’ eyes were closed and he was bathed by two local women, wrapped in a sheet and then a blanket, placed under a tarp in the bed of a small wagon, then
