By Mary Stewart

“I think the secret is that it belongs to all of us – to us of the West. We’ve learned to think in its terms, and to live in its laws. It’s given us almost everything that our world has that is worthwhile. Truth, straight thinking, freedom, beauty. It’s our second language, our second line of thought, our second country. We all have our own country — and Greece.”
I remember this book as not being a favorite, not coming near the high bar set by all of her other titles. Except for The Ivy Tree another of Mary Stewart’s books I wasn’t too fond of. It is precisely because of that, and because consequently, I had only read this novel twice before, that I decided to give it another chance and listen to it on Audible. Hopes were high, but I’m sorry to say that it lived down to my memories.
Of course, Mary Stewart’s prose and her descriptions of the countryside and attractions of the Greek precinct of Delphi were as masterful as ever. But I found the plot and mystery to be rather boring and uninvolving. Our heroine and our hero, the same. They share a lot of character similarities with her other creations, but there is nothing that sets them apart or makes them particularly engaging or interesting. Most of her other lead characters, especially the women, had something about them that stood out and made them uniquely likable or admirable. One of the problems may have been that Stewart’s usual teenage boy sidekick with whom our heroine can banter and look after is missing in this one. She is basically on her own, except for Simon, the hero, whom she barely comes to know. With no one to bounce off of, so to speak, Camilla remains rather one-dimensional. We learn hardly anything of her backstory other than she has recently broken off an engagement. The romance is so slight as to be almost non-existent. We only assume that they have growing feelings for each other. Nothing beneath the surface is shared with the reader. On a more shallow note, I found it distracting that Camilla was tramping and fleeing over the rough and rocky Greek countryside in a dress and presumably heels. I mean, it’s 1959 girl. Put on some trousers, Not to mention all of the cigarettes consumed.
One scene in this book that has always remained with me, did not disappoint. Camilla is being stalked by the ruthless murderer. She is hiding in plain sight but knows he will soon be able to see her and he is coming up the steep hillside after her. Instead of waiting for the inevitable she steps out, brushes herself off, and meets him instead of cowering in hiding without hope of escape. I could feel her terror and inability to deal with the suspense. Indeed, the last 20% or so of the book contains some of the most harrowing and tense action in a Mary Stewart book, culminating in a to-the-death fight between Simon and the villain.
I hate to give a Mary Stewart book any less than 3 stars, but the ending lacked closure regarding Simon and Camilla’s relationship, and how they were going to deal with a wondrous discovery that they found hidden deep in a cave.




