danbrown.thedavincicode-第33章
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discern。
The space behind this wall is hollow!
Feeling around the edge of the panels; Sophie found a recessed fingerhold。 It was discreetly crafted。 A sliding door。 Heart pounding; she placed her finger in the slot and pulled it。 With noiseless precision; the heavy wall slid sideways。 From out of the darkness beyond; the voices echoed up。
Sophie slipped through the door and found herself on a rough…hewn stone staircase that spiraled downward。 She'd been ing to this house since she was a child and yet had no idea this staircase even existed!
As she descended; the air grew cooler。 The voices clearer。 She heard men and women now。 Her line of sight was limited by the spiral of the staircase; but the last step was now rounding into view。 Beyond it; she could see a small patch of the basement floor…stone; illuminated by the flickering orange blaze of firelight。
Holding her breath; Sophie inched down another few steps and crouched down to look。 It took her several seconds to process what she was seeing。
The room was a grotto…a coarse chamber that appeared to have been hollowed from the granite of the hillside。 The only light came from torches on the walls。 In the glow of the flames; thirty or so people stood in a circle in the center of the room。
I'm dreaming; Sophie told herself。 A dream。 What else could this be?
Everyone in the room was wearing a mask。 The women were dressed in white gossamer gowns and golden shoes。 Their masks were white; and in their hands they carried golden orbs。 The men wore long black tunics; and their masks were black。 They looked like pieces in a giant chess set。 Everyone in the circle rocked back and forth and chanted in reverence to something on the floor before them。。。 something Sophie could not see。
The chanting grew steady again。 Accelerating。 Thundering now。 Faster。 The participants took a step inward and knelt。 In that instant; Sophie could finally see what they all were witnessing。 Even as she staggered back in horror; she felt the image searing itself into her memory forever。 Overtaken by nausea; Sophie spun; clutching at the stone walls as she clambered back up the stairs。 Pulling the door closed; she fled the deserted house; and drove in a tearful stupor back to Paris。
That night; with her life shattered by disillusionment and betrayal; she packed her belongings and left her home。 On the dining room table; she left a note。
I WAS THERE。 DON'T TRY TO FIND ME。
Beside the note; she laid the old spare key from the chateau's woodshed。
〃Sophie! Langdon's voice intruded。 〃Stop! Stop!〃
Emerging from the memory; Sophie slammed on the brakes; skidding to a halt。 〃What? What happened?!〃
Langdon pointed down the long street before them。
When she saw it; Sophie's blood went cold。 A hundred yards ahead; the intersection was blocked by a couple of DCPJ police cars; parked askew; their purpose obvious。 They've sealed off Avenue Gabriel!
Langdon gave a grim sigh。 〃I take it the embassy is off…limits this evening?〃
Down the street; the two DCPJ officers who stood beside their cars were now staring in their direction; apparently curious about the headlights that had halted so abruptly up the street from them。
Okay; Sophie; turn around very slowly。
Putting the SmartCar in reverse; she performed a posed three…point turn and reversed her direction。 As she drove away; she heard the sound of squealing tires behind them。 Sirens blared to life。
Cursing; Sophie slammed down the accelerator。
CHAPTER 33
Sophie's SmartCar tore through the diplomatic quarter; weaving past embassies and consulates; finally racing out a side street and taking a right turn back onto the massive thoroughfare of Champs…Elysées。
Langdon sat white…knuckled in the passenger seat; twisted backward; scanning behind them for any signs of the police。 He suddenly wished he had not decided to run。 You didn't; he reminded himself。 Sophie had made the decision for him when she threw the GPS dot out the bathroom window。 Now; as they sped away from the embassy; serpentining through sparse traffic on Champs…Elysées; Langdon felt his options deteriorating。 Although Sophie seemed to have lost the police; at least for the moment; Langdon doubted their luck would hold for long。
Behind the wheel Sophie was fishing in her sweater pocket。 She removed a small metal object and held it out for him。 〃Robert; you'd better have a look at this。 This is what my grandfather left me behind Madonna of the Rocks。〃
Feeling a shiver of anticipation; Langdon took the object and examined it。 It was heavy and shaped like a cruciform。 His first instinct was that he was holding a funeral pieu…a miniature version of a memorial spike designed to be stuck into the ground at a gravesite。 But then he noted the shaft protruding from the cruciform was prismatic and triangular。 The shaft was also pockmarked with hundreds of tiny hexagons that appeared to be finely tooled and scattered at random。
〃It's a laser…cut key;〃 Sophie told him。 〃Those hexagons are read by an electric eye。〃
A key? Langdon had never seen anything like it。
〃Look at the other side;〃 she said; changing lanes and sailing through an intersection。
When Langdon turned the key; he felt his jaw drop。 There; intricately embossed on the center of the cross; was a stylized fleur…de…lis with the initials P。S。! 〃Sophie;〃 he said; 〃this is the seal I told you about! The official device of the Priory of Sion。〃
She nodded。 〃As I told you; I saw the key a long time ago。 He told me never to speak of it again。〃
Langdon's eyes were still riveted on the embossed key。 Its high…tech tooling and age…old symbolism exuded an eerie fusion of ancient and modern worlds。
〃He told me the key opened a box where he kept many secrets。〃
Langdon felt a chill to imagine what kind of secrets a man like Jacques Saunière might keep。 What an ancient brotherhood was doing with a futuristic key; Langdon had no idea。 The Priory existed for the sole purpose of protecting a secret。 A secret of incredible power。 Could this key have something to do with it? The thought was overwhelming。 〃Do you know what it opens?〃
Sophie looked disappointed。 〃I was hoping you knew。〃
Langdon remained silent as he turned the cruciform in his hand; examining it。
〃It looks Christian;〃 Sophie pressed。
Langdon was not so sure about that。 The head of this key was not the traditional long…stemmed Christian cross but rather was a square cross…with four arms of equal length…which predated Christianity by fifteen hundred years。 This kind of cross carried none of the Christian connotations of crucifixion associated with the longer…stemmed Latin Cross; originated by Romans as a torture device。 Langdon was always surprised how few Christians who gazed upon 〃the crucifix〃 realized their symbol's violent history was reflected in its very name: 〃cross〃 and 〃crucifix〃 came from the Latin verb cruciare…to torture。
〃Sophie;〃 he said; 〃all I can tell you is that equal…armed crosses like this one are considered peaceful crosses。 Their square configurations make them impractical for use in crucifixion; and their balanced vertical and horizontal elements convey a natural union of male and female; making them symbolically consistent with Priory philosophy。〃
She gave him a weary look。 〃You have no idea; do you?〃
Langdon frowned。 〃Not a clue。〃
〃Okay; we have to get off the road。〃 Sophie checked her rearview mirror。 〃We need a safe place to figure out what that key opens。〃
Langdon thought longingly of his fortable room at the Ritz。 Obviously; that was not an option。 〃How about my hosts at the American University of Paris?〃
〃Too obvious。 Fache will check with them。〃
〃You must know people。 You live here。〃
〃Fache will run my phone and e…mail records; talk to my coworkers。 My contacts are promised; and finding a hotel is no good because they all require identification。〃
Langdon wondered again if he might have been better off taking his chances letting Fache arrest him at the Louvre。 〃Let's call the embassy。 I can explain the situation and have the embassy send someone to meet us somewhere。〃
〃Meet us?〃 Sophie turned and stared at him as if he were crazy。 〃Robert;