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stared through the iron bars He was broad and tall with ghost pale skin and thinning white hair. His irises were pink with dark red pupils The albino drew a pistol from his coat and aimed the long. silencer through the bars directly at the curator You should not have run His accent was not easy. to place Now tell me where it is, I told you already the curator stammered kneeling defenseless on the floor of the gallery. I have no idea what you are talking about, You are lying The man stared at him perfectly immobile except for the glint in his ghostly. eyes You and your brethren possess something that is not yours. The curator felt a surge of adrenalin How could he possibly know this Tonight the. rightful guardians will be restored Tell me where it is hidden and you will live The man leveled his. gun at the curator s head Is it a secret you will die for. Sauni re could not breathe, The man tilted his head and closed one eye peering down the barrel of his gun. Sauni re held up his hands in defense Wait he said slowly I will tell you what you need to. know The curator spoke his next words carefully The lie he told was one he had rehearsed many. times each time praying he would never have to use it. When the curator had finished speaking his assailant smiled smugly Yes This is exactly what the. others told me,Sauni re recoiled The others, I found them too the huge man taunted All three of them They confirmed what you. have just said, It cannot be The curator s true identity along with the identities of his three s n chaux was.
almost as sacred as the ancient secret they protected. Sauni re now realized his s n chaux following strict procedure had told the same lie before their. own deaths It was part of the protocol, The attacker aimed his gun again When you are gone I will be the only one who knows. The truth In an instant the curator grasped the true horror of the situation If I die the truth. will be lost forever Instinctively he tried to scramble for cover. The silencer spat and the curator felt a searing heat as the bullet lodged in his stomach He fell for. ward struggling against the pain Slowly Sauni re rolled over and stared back through the bars at his. The man was now taking dead aim at Sauni re s head. Sauni re closed his eyes his thoughts a swirling tempest of fear and regret The click of an. empty chamber echoed through the corridor,The curator s eyes flew open. The man glanced down at his weapon looking almost amused He reached for a second clip. but then seemed to reconsider smirking calmly at Sauni re s gut My work here is done. The curator looked down and saw the bullet hole in his white linen shirt It was framed by a. small circle of blood a few inches below his breastbone My stomach Almost cruelly the bullet had. missed his heart As a veteran of La Guerre d Alg rie the curator had witnessed this horribly drawn. out death before For fifteen minutes he would survive as his stomach acids seeped into his chest. cavity slowly poisoning him from within,Pain is good monsieur the man said. Then he was gone, Alone now Jacques Sauni re turned his gaze again to the iron gate He was trapped and the. doors could not be reopened for at least twenty minutes By the time anyone got to him he would. be dead Even so the fear that now gripped him was a fear far greater than that of his own death. I must pass on the secret, Staggering to his feet he pictured his three murdered brethren He thought of the genera.
tions who had come before them of the mission with which they had all been entrusted. An unbroken chain of knowledge, Suddenly now despite all the precaution despite all the fail safes Jacques Sauni re was the only. remaining link the sole guardian of one of the most powerful secrets ever kept. Shivering he pulled himself to his feet,I must find some way. He was trapped inside the Grand Gallery and there existed only one person on earth to whom he. could pass the torch Sauni re gazed up at the walls of his opulent prison A collection of the world s. most famous paintings seemed to smile down on him like old friends. Wincing in pain he summoned all of his faculties and strength The desperate task before him he. knew would require every remaining second of his life. Robert Langdon awoke slowly, A telephone was ringing in the darkness a tinny unfamiliar ring He fumbled for the bedside. lamp and turned it on Squinting at his surroundings he saw a plush Renaissance bedroom with Louis. XVI furniture hand frescoed walls and a colossal mahogany four poster bed. Where the hell am I, The jacquard bathrobe hanging on his bedpost bore the monogram HOTEL RITZ PARIS. Slowly the fog began to lift,Langdon picked up the receiver Hello.
Monsieur Langdon a man s voice said I hope I have not awoken you Dazed Langdon. looked at the bedside clock It was 12 32 A M He had been asleep only an hour but he felt like the. This is the concierge monsieur I apologize for this intrusion but you have a visitor He insists it is. Langdon still felt fuzzy A visitor His eyes focused now on a crumpled flyer on his bedside table. THE AMERICAN UNIVERSITY OF PARIS,proudly presents,an evening with Robert Langdon. Professor of Religious Symbology Harvard University. Langdon groaned Tonight s lecture a slide show about pagan symbolism hidden in the stones of. Chartres Cathedral had probably ruffled some conservative feathers in the audience Most likely. some religious scholar had trailed him home to pick a fight. I m sorry Langdon said but I m very tired and, Mais monsieur the concierge pressed lowering his voice to an urgent whisper Your guest is an. important man, Langdon had little doubt His books on religious paintings and cult symbology had made him a reluc. tant celebrity in the art world and last year Langdon s visibility had increased a hundred fold after his. involvement in a widely publicized incident at the Vatican Since then the stream of self important. historians and art buffs arriving at his door had seemed never ending. If you would be so kind Langdon said doing his best to remain polite could you take the man s. name and number and tell him I ll try to call him before I leave Paris on Tuesday Thank you He. hung up before the concierge could protest Sitting up now Langdon frowned at his bedside Guest. Relations Handbook whose cover boasted SLEEP LIKE A BABY IN THE CITY OF LIGHTS SLUM. BER AT THE PARIS RITZ He turned and gazed tiredly into the full length mirror across the room. The man staring back at him was a stranger tousled and weary. You need a vacation Robert, The past year had taken a heavy toll on him but he didn t appreciate seeing proof in the mirror His. usually sharp blue eyes looked hazy and drawn tonight A dark stubble was shrouding his strong jaw. and dimpled chin Around his temples the gray highlights were advancing making their way deeper. into his thicket of coarse black hair Although his female colleagues insisted the gray only accentuated. his bookish appeal Langdon knew better,If Boston Magazine could see me now.
Last month much to Langdon s embarrassment Boston Magazine had listed him as one of that city s. top ten most intriguing people a dubious honor that made him the brunt of endless ribbing by his. Harvard colleagues Tonight three thousand miles from home the accolade had resurfaced to haunt. him at the lecture he had given, Ladies and gentlemen the hostess had announced to a full house at The American University of. Paris s Pavillon Dauphine Our guest tonight needs no introduction He is the author of numerous. books The Symbology of Secret Sects The Art of the Illuminati The Lost Language of Ideograms. and when I say he wrote the book on Religious Iconology I mean that quite literally Many of you use. his textbooks in class,The students in the crowd nodded enthusiastically. I had planned to introduce him tonight by sharing his impressive curriculum vitae However She. glanced playfully at Langdon who was seated onstage An audience member has just handed me a. far more shall we say intriguing introduction, She held up a copy of Boston Magazine v Langdon cringed Where the hell did she get that. The hostess began reading choice excerpts from the inane article and Langdon felt himself sinking. lower and lower in his chair Thirty seconds later the crowd was grinning and the woman showed. no signs of letting up And Mr Langdon s refusal to speak publicly about his unusual role in last year s. Vatican conclave certainly wins him points on our intrigue o meter The hostess goaded the crowd. Would you like to hear more,The crowd applauded, Somebody stop her Langdon pleaded as she dove into the article again Although Professor. Langdon might not be considered hunk handsome like some of our younger awardees this forty six. year old academic has more than his share of scholarly allure His captivating presence is punctuated. by an unusually low baritone speaking voice which his female students describe as chocolate for the. The hall erupted in laughter, Langdon forced an awkward smile He knew what came next some ridiculous line about Harrison.
Ford in Harris tweed and because this evening he had figured it was finally safe again to wear his. Harris tweed and Burberry turtleneck he decided to take action. Thank you Monique Langdon said standing prematurely and edging her away from the podium. Boston Magazine clearly has a gift for fiction He turned to the audience with an embarrassed sigh. And if I find which one of you provided that article I ll have the consulate deport you. The crowd laughed, Well folks as you all know I m here tonight to talk about the power of symbols. The ringing of Langdon s hotel phone once again broke the silence Groaning in disbelief he picked. As expected it was the concierge Mr Langdon again my apologies I am calling to inform you that. your guest is now en route to your room I thought I should alert you. Langdon was wide awake now,You sent someone to my room. I apologize monsieur but a man like this I cannot presume the authority to stop him. Who exactly is he,But the concierge was gone, Almost immediately a heavy fist pounded on Langdon s door. Uncertain Langdon slid off the bed feeling his toes sink deep into the savonniere carpet He donned. the hotel bathrobe and moved toward the door Who is it. Mr Langdon I need to speak with you The man s English was accented a sharp authoritative bark. My name is Lieutenant J rome Collet Direction Centrale Police Judiciaire. Langdon paused The Judicial Police The DCPJ were the rough equivalent of the U S FBI. Leaving the security chain in place Langdon opened the door a few inches The face staring back at. him was thin and washed out The man was exceptionally lean dressed in an official looking blue. May I come in the agent asked, Langdon hesitated feeling uncertain as the stranger s sallow eyes studied him What is this is all. My capitaine requires your expertise in a private matter. Now Langdon managed It s after midnight, Am I correct that you were scheduled to meet with the curator of the Louvre this evening.
Langdon felt a sudden surge of uneasiness He and the revered curator Jacques Sauni re had been. slated to meet for drinks after Langdon s lecture tonight but Sauni re had never shown up Yes. How did you know that,We found your name in his daily planner. I trust nothing is wrong, The agent gave a dire sigh and slid a Polaroid snapshot through the narrow opening in the door. When Langdon saw the photo his entire body went rigid. This photo was taken less than an hour ago Inside the Louvre. As Langdon stared at the bizarre image his initial revulsion and shock gave way to a sudden upwell. ing of anger Who would do this, We had hoped that you might help us answer that very question considering your knowledge in. symbology and your plans to meet with him Langdon stared at the picture his horror now laced. with fear The image was gruesome and profoundly strange bringing with it an unsettling sense of. d j vu A little over a year ago Langdon had received a photograph of a corpse and a similar re. quest for help Twenty four hours later he had almost lost his life inside Vatican City This photo was. entirely different and yet something about the scenario felt disquietingly familiar. The agent checked his watch My capitaine is waiting sir Langdon barely heard him His eyes were. still riveted on the picture This symbol here and the way his body is so oddly. Positioned the agent offered, Langdon nodded feeling a chill as he looked up I can t imagine who would do this to someone. The agent looked grim You don t understand Mr Langdon What you see in this photograph He. paused Monsieur Sauni re did that to himself, One mile away the hulking albino named Silas limped through the front gate of the luxurious brown.
stone residence on Rue la Bruy re The spiked cilice belt that he wore around his thigh cut into his. flesh and yet his soul sang with satisfaction of service to the Lord. Pain is good, His red eyes scanned the lobby as he entered the residence Empty He climbed the stairs quietly. not wanting to awaken any of his fellow numeraries His bedroom door was open locks were for. bidden here He entered closing the door behind him. The room was spartan hardwood floors a pine dresser a canvas mat in the corner that served as. his bed He was a visitor here this week and yet for many years he had been blessed with a similar. The Da Vinci Code Book Excerpts Fact The Priory of Sion a European secret society founded in 1099 is a real organization In 1975 Paris s Biblioth que Nationale discovered parchments known as Les Dossiers Secrets identifying numerous members of the Priory of Sion including Sir Isaac Newton Botticelli Victor Hugo and Leonardo da Vinci The Vatican prelature known as Opus Dei is a

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