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The bride had the most whimsical, and some said instructive, tradition. Near the end of the service the priest read, “The wife shall fear her husband.” At that point the bride brought to life the expression, “It’s time to put your foot down,” by stepping on her man’s foot to the cheers of onlookers.

The guests played their parts after the couple drank three times from the common cup and began their ceremonial first steps together as husband and wife. The bride, groom, koumbaroi, and priest circled the small table three times amid a barrage of rice and, in Mykonos tradition, powerful whacks to the groom’s back by his buddies.

Yes, those were all expected traditions at a Mykonian wedding. What was not were two men in Greek army uniforms bearing Heckler amp; Koch G3 assault rifles standing directly across from the archway.

Tassos had circled the perimeter on foot three times. He looked at his watch. The wedding should be ending soon. Then it would be twenty minutes of Lila and Andreas greeting their guests in the courtyard, and another ten of the koumbaroi gently shooing stragglers out of the courtyard so all could get on to the reception.

Tassos drew in a deep breath and let out a sigh. It was not one of relief. So far so good, he thought. But only for the moment, there still was a lot of time for all hell to break loose. He’d moved the gifts from the courtyard to his car. No reason to waste time moving them later. Now he was back by the archway, staring across at two armed soldiers standing on the steps leading up to the square.

The two had moved to that position from the far end of the square only a few minutes before. One of the soldiers had suggested that move to Tassos when Tassos made his first circle of the perimeter. The soldier said that the far end of the square was virtually deserted, and with all possible sniper positions shut down, and six other soldiers keeping an eye on the square, it made more sense for the two of them to be in position by the archway where they could react instantly if necessary.

Cops already were at the archway, but what the soldier said made sense, if only for the deterrent effect of their ready for armed combat appearance. Tassos thought about the suggestion on his second tour of the perimeter and asked their commander for his opinion on the move when he made his third round. The commander agreed, and that’s how two men with automatic weapons at the ready stood waiting for Andreas and his wife to appear in the archway.

Andreas knew this was his wedding. He just wasn’t sure that at all times he was actually present, and not hovering about somewhere watching from afar. His eyes fixed on the holy icon. How many stories she must have heard over the centuries from so many seeking guidance and intervention, how many souls she must have calmed. And how many more her sister icon on Tinos. He glanced at his mother. She was holding Tassaki up so that he could see. She caught his glance and cocked her head slightly up toward the dome. Andreas smiled. Yes, Mom, Dad’s with us. He fought back a tear. Some may have thought it a tear of pain, for at that moment Lila drove her foot onto his.

Andreas’ first thought was to thank God Lila had used her sole and not the heel. Otherwise, she would have anchored them both to the marble. His second thought was more long term-whether this was how she planned on bringing his wandering thoughts back to the here and now.

As the two of them followed the priest in their walk three times around the small table, Andreas kept catching back slaps from guys built like bulls. “I should have worn a ballistic vest,” he said to Lila.

She smiled. “And steel-toe shoes.”

The bride and groom were standing in the courtyard greeting the last of the tsunami of well-wishers that had engulfed them in hugs, kisses, and handshakes. Andreas squeezed Lila’s hand. “Well, Missus Kaldis, are you ready to step out and meet your public?”

“Public?”

“ Paparazzi. They’re waiting outside.” He pointed toward the archway. “We told them to behave until after the ceremony, then we’d give them photo ops. Only way to control them.”

Lila shrugged. “Where’s Tassaki?”

“Your parents took him back to the house. It’s just you, big Tassos, and me. We’re taking Tassos’ car.”

“Why?”

“So you get to play with the siren and lights on our wedding day,” said Andreas.

Lila shook her head. “What’s the real reason?”

“Trying to avoid a lot of unnecessary attention. There’s a crowd of curious people waiting for us on the other side of this wall. They’re expecting us to go to the right, to where your car is waiting. Tassos’ car is off to the left. Ready?”

Lila didn’t answer, just moved toward the archway and up onto the steps leading out of the courtyard. She waited at the top for Andreas to catch up, and together they stepped through the archway.

There was an immediate roar of “ kalo riziko,” “ na zesete,” “vion anthosparton ” wishing their marriage “good roots,” “long life,” and “full of flowers.” Louder still was a rush of photographers yelling, “This way, please.” No one seemed to notice the two soldiers slowly raising their rifles, shielded from the couple by the crowd of photographers.

The first rifle shot was almost lost in the shouts, but Andreas had no trouble making out the second, the third, or the fourth. Photographers scrambled for cover, Tassos drew his gun as he dropped to a crouch. Andreas swept Lila into his arms, shielding her from the direction of the sound of the shots, and leaped through the archway. Inside, he pushed Lila toward cover, pulled out the semi-automatic hidden in his pants, and was back in the archway aiming to return fire.

The soldiers were still firing, one after another in sequence, but not a single cop was firing back. The cops stood by the wall, guns drawn, watching the two soldiers empty their magazines into the sky as they shouted, “ na zesete, na zesete, na zesete. ”

“What the hell’s going on?” said Andreas.

Tassos shook his head. “Care to bet those assholes are from Crete. That’s what they do at a wedding on Crete, and on virtually every other occasion, fire guns into the air.”

“Yeah, but not on Mykonos. They scared the hell out of me,” said Andreas.

Tassos ran his hand over his face. “Me, too. And the paparazzi are still running. Wouldn’t want to be doing their laundry tomorrow.”

“Are you malakas done yet?” screamed Kouros.

One soldier gave him the open palm middle finger equivalent. The other yelled, “ kalo riziko, ” and saluted Andreas.

Andreas shook his head. “This is too goddamned weird to believe.”

“If their commander knew they were going to do this I’ll have his balls,” said Tassos.

Andreas put away his gun. “Let’s just get out of here.” He turned to go back into the monastery for Lila. She was standing in the archway.

“Sirens, lights, and gunfire? Any more surprises in store?” Lila said

“Not that I know of,” said Andreas forcing a smile.

“And don’t tell me this is all Spiros’ doing out of concern for his fellow ministers. I want you to tell me what’s going on.”

Andreas swallowed. “Tomorrow morning, I’ll tell you everything.”

“No, I want you to tell me now. I’m not a fool, there’s enough security here for a visit from the President of the United States.”

“Not really, but I get your point. I promise I’ll tell you everything tomorrow, but it will take too long to explain now and this was all precautionary. There is nothing more to worry about. Honest.” Between a white lie and ruining her wedding, the decision was easy. He’d face the consequences tomorrow.

Lila stared at him for what seemed an eternity before saying, “Okay, first thing tomorrow morning.”

As Greek weddings go, that should be about the time the last guest left for home.

When they reached Tassos’ car the gifts were on the back seat. Tassos moved them to the front and motioned for Andreas and Lila to get in the back. “What do you want me to do with these?” he said nodding toward the gifts.