Picture a science fiction–looking hat, all black and shaped almost like a fan. Then put a man under it with the face of a Persian warrior king and a square black beard. Give him a black robe trimmed with very pale blue, and eyes in the same tint. Put on his finger a fat Burmese ruby set in a ring dating from before the Council of Trent, and a rope belt with knots at prayerful intervals all the way down to the floor. Constantine Kyriakos, this is Patriarch Nikolaos Megalos, and even if you have spoken to him on the phone, this is the first time you are seeing him in person since his accession. There are old scars on his fingers and his nails are chipped, as if he builds boats for a living. Perhaps the Order of St. Augustine and St. Spyridon has a secret fight club, the way banks do these days.