Epilogue

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Several days later, Dr. Orestes Roussos' lifeless body was discovered by the young Dimitri while cruising around the island of Kalamos in his speedboat. The Greek authorities at first considered his death an accident—simply the case of a man at mid-life swimming alone in the sea and drowning. Later, after it was determined from people's testimony on the island and mainland who knew of Doc—those who had knowledge of his detachment into seclusion and possible depression, a classic case of suicide was not ruled out.

His body was sent to his aging mother in Athens who, knowing of his lifelong request for cremation, relied upon his distant cousins to carry out the wishes of a relative whom they hardly knew. All of them only understood he had left Greece for the United States as a young and brilliant student.

The news of Doc's death took some time to reach California, and only after several more months, when Dr. Stevens of Stanford University returned in the spring to Greece on an academic assignment and came to Kalamos to check on the condition of his former colleague. A scholarship was soon established at the university in Doc's name for future students of Classical Studies. It was particularly intended for an individual scholar who would devote his or her research and teaching to the body of ancient Greek mythology.

In time, Doc's simple stone house was once again relegated to the insects and woodrats that had found their way back into the archaic structure to call their own. But year after year, during all seasons on the island, there would come a few people who would go exploring on that quieter, unpopulated side of Kalamos. They would sometimes report seeing a lone woman in the distance—walking along a forest path, or swimming effortlessly around the coves of the island. She was sometimes spotted nude and sometimes seen wearing an incongruous white gown. Because of her youth, her seclusion and elusiveness, the young woman's legend was given the title by the locals—and hence to those traveling back to their far-flung lands as, The Last Nymph.

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