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Sophie had rolled down her window and now aimed the gun outside at the bewildered cabbie。 〃Robert；〃 she said quietly； 〃take the wheel。 You're driving。〃
Langdon was not about to argue with a woman wielding a gun。 He climbed out of the car and jumped back in behind the wheel。 The driver was yelling curses； his arms still raised over his head。
〃Robert；〃 Sophie said from the back seat； 〃I trust you've seen enough of our magic forest？〃
He nodded。 Plenty。
〃Good。 Drive us out of here。〃
Langdon looked down at the car's controls and hesitated。 Shit。 He groped for the stick shift and clutch。 〃Sophie？ Maybe you—〃
〃Go！〃 she yelled。
Outside； several hookers were walking over to see what was going on。 One woman was placing a call on her cell phone。 Langdon depressed the clutch and jostled the stick into what he hoped was first gear。 He touched the accelerator； testing the gas。
Langdon popped the clutch。 The tires howled as the taxi leapt forward； fishtailing wildly and sending the gathering crowd diving for cover。 The woman with the cell phone leapt into the woods； only narrowly avoiding being run down。
〃Doucement！〃 Sophie said； as the car lurched down the road。 〃What are you doing？〃
〃I tried to warn you；〃 he shouted over the sound of gnashing gears。 〃I drive an automatic！〃
CHAPTER 39
Although the spartan room in the brownstone on Rue La Bruyère had witnessed a lot of suffering； Silas doubted anything could match the anguish now gripping his pale body。 I was deceived。 Everything is lost。
Silas had been tricked。 The brothers had lied； choosing death instead of revealing their true secret。 Silas did not have the strength to call the Teacher。 Not only had Silas killed the only four people who knew where the keystone was hidden； he had killed a nun inside Saint…Sulpice。 She was working against God！ She scorned the work of Opus Dei！
A crime of impulse； the woman's death plicated matters greatly。 Bishop Aringarosa had placed the phone call that got Silas into Saint…Sulpice； what would the abbé think when he discovered the nun was dead？ Although Silas had placed her back in her bed； the wound on her head was obvious。 Silas had attempted to replace the broken tiles in the floor； but that damage too was obvious。 They would know someone had been there。
Silas had planned to hide within Opus Dei when his task here was plete。 Bishop Aringarosa will protect me。 Silas could imagine no more blissful existence than a life of meditation and prayer deep within the walls of Opus Dei's headquarters in New York City。 He would never again set foot outside。 Everything he needed was within that sanctuary。 Nobody will miss me。 Unfortunately； Silas knew； a prominent man like Bishop Aringarosa could not disappear so easily。
I have endangered the bishop。 Silas gazed blankly at the floor and pondered taking his own life。 After all； it had been Aringarosa who gave Silas life in the first place。。。 in that small rectory in Spain； educating him； giving him purpose。
〃My friend；〃 Aringarosa had told him； 〃you were born an albino。 Do not let others shame you for this。 Do you not understand how special this makes you？ Were you not aware that Noah himself was an albino？〃
〃Noah of the Ark？〃 Silas had never heard this。
Aringarosa was smiling。 〃Indeed； Noah of the Ark。 An albino。 Like you； he had skin white like an angel。 Consider this。 Noah saved all of life on the planet。 You are destined for great things； Silas。 The Lord has freed you for a reason。 You have your calling。 The Lord needs your help to do His work。〃
Over time； Silas learned to see himself in a new light。 I am pure。 White。 Beautiful。 Like an angel。
At the moment； though； in his room at the residence hall； it was his father's disappointed voice that whispered to him from the past。
Tu es un désastre。 Un spectre。
Kneeling on the wooden floor； Silas prayed for forgiveness。 Then； stripping off his robe； he reached again for the Discipline。
CHAPTER 40
Struggling with the gear shift； Langdon managed to maneuver the hijacked taxi to the far side of the Bois de Boulogne while stalling only twice。 Unfortunately； the inherent humor in the situation was overshadowed by the taxi dispatcher repeatedly hailing their cab over the radio。
〃Voiture cinq…six…trois。 Où êtes…vous？ Répondez！〃
When Langdon reached the exit of the park； he swallowed his machismo and jammed on the brakes。 〃You'd better drive。〃
Sophie looked relieved as she jumped behind the wheel。 Within seconds she had the car humming smoothly westward along Allée de Longchamp； leaving the Garden of Earthly Delights behind。
〃Which way is Rue Haxo？〃 Langdon asked； watching Sophie edge the speedometer over a hundred kilometers an hour。
Sophie's eyes remained focused on the road。 〃The cab driver said it's adjacent to the Roland Garros tennis stadium。 I know that area。〃
Langdon pulled the heavy key from his pocket again； feeling the weight in his palm。 He sensed it was an object of enormous consequence。 Quite possibly the key to his own freedom。
Earlier； while telling Sophie about the Knights Templar； Langdon had realized that this key； in addition to having the Priory seal embossed on it； possessed a more subtle tie to the Priory of Sion。 The equal…armed cruciform was symbolic of balance and harmony but also of the Knights Templar。 Everyone had seen the paintings of Knights Templar wearing white tunics emblazoned with red equal…armed crosses。 Granted； the arms of the Templar cross were slightly flared at the ends； but they were still of equal length。
A square cross。 Just like the one on this key。
Langdon felt his imagination starting to run wild as he fantasized about what they might find。 The Holy Grail。 He almost laughed out loud at the absurdity of it。 The Grail was believed to be somewhere in England； buried in a hidden chamber beneath one of the many Templar churches； where it had been hidden since at least 1500。
The era of Grand Master Da Vinci。
The Priory； in order to keep their powerful documents safe； had been forced to move them many times in the early centuries。 Historians now suspected as many as six different Grail relocations since its arrival in Europe from Jerusalem。 The last Grail 〃sighting〃 had been in 1447 when numerous eyewitnesses described a fire that had broken out and almost engulfed the documents before they were carried to safety in four huge chests that each required six men to carry。 After that； nobody claimed to see the Grail ever again。 All that remained were occasional whisperings that it was hidden in Great Britain； the land of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table。
Wherever it was； two important facts remained：
Leonardo knew where the Grail resided during his lifetime。
That hiding place had probably not changed to this day。
For this reason； Grail enthusiasts still pored over Da Vinci's art and diaries in hopes of unearthing a hidden clue as to the Grail's current location。 Some claimed the mountainous backdrop in Madonna of the Rocks matched the topography of a series of cave…ridden hills in Scotland。 Others insisted that the suspicious placement of disciples in The Last Supper was some kind of code。 Still others claimed that X rays of the Mona Lisa revealed she originally had been painted wearing a lapis lazuli pendant of Isis—a detail Da Vinci purportedly later decided to paint over。 Langdon had never seen any evidence of the pendant； nor could he imagine how it could possibly reveal the Holy Grail； and yet Grail aficionados still discussed it ad nauseum on Internet bulletin boards and worldwide…web chat rooms。
Everyone loves a conspiracy。
And the conspiracies kept ing。 Most recently； of course； had been the earthshaking discovery that Da Vinci's famed Adoration of the Magi was hiding a dark secret beneath its layers of paint。 Italian art diagnostician Maurizio Seracini had unveiled the unsettling truth； which the New York Times Magazine carried prominently in a story titled 〃The Leonardo Cover…Up。〃
Seracini had revealed beyond any doubt that while the Adoration's gray…green sketched underdrawing was indeed Da Vinci's work； the painting itself was not。 The truth was that some anonymous painter had filled in Da Vinci's sketch like a paint…by…numbers years after Da Vinci's death。 Far more troubling； however； was what lay beneath the impostor's paint。 Photographs taken with infrared reflectography and X ray suggested that this rogue painter； while filling in Da Vinci's sketched study； had made suspicious departures from the underdrawing。。。 as if to subvert Da Vinci's true intention。 Whatever the true nature of the underdrawing； it had yet to be made public。 Even so； embarrassed officials at Florence's Uffizi Gallery immediately banished the painting to a warehouse across the street。 Visitors at the gallery's Leonardo Room now found a misleading and unapologetic plaque where the Adoration once hung。
THIS WORK IS UNDERGOING
DIAGNOSTIC TESTS IN PREPARATION
FOR RESTORATION。
In the bizarre underworld of modern Grail seekers； Leonardo da Vinci remained the quest's great enigma。 His artwork seemed bursting to tell a secret； and yet whatever it was remained hidden； perhaps beneath a layer of paint； perhaps enciphered in plain view； or perhaps nowhere at all。 Maybe Da Vinci's plethora of ta