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somewhere。 I'm sure。〃
Vittoria reached down and flipped her first page by hand。
〃Spatula！〃 Langdon said； grabbing her an extra tool from the tray。 〃Use the spatula。〃
〃I'm wearing gloves；〃 she grumbled。 〃How much damage could I cause？〃
〃Just use it。〃
Vittoria picked up the spatula。 〃You feeling what I'm feeling？〃
〃Tense？〃
〃No。 Short of breath。〃
Langdon was definitely starting to feel it too。 The air was thinning faster than he had imagined。 He knew they had to hurry。 Archival conundrums were nothing new for him； but usually he had more than a few minutes to work them out。 Without another word； Langdon bowed his head and began translating the first page in his stack。
Show yourself； damn it！ Show yourself！
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S omewhere beneath Rome the dark figure prowled down a stone ramp into the underground tunnel。 The ancient passageway was lit only by torches； making the air hot and thick。 Up ahead the frightened voices of grown men called out in vain； echoing in the cramped spaces。
As he rounded the corner he saw them； exactly as he had left them…four old men； terrified； sealed behind rusted iron bars in a stone cubicle。
〃Qui кtes…vous？〃 one of the men demanded in French。 〃What do you want with us？〃
〃Hilfe！〃 another said in German。 〃Let us go！〃
〃Are you aware who we are？〃 one asked in English； his accent Spanish。
〃Silence；〃 the raspy voice manded。 There was a finality about the word。
The fourth prisoner； an Italian； quiet and thoughtful； looked into the inky void of his captor's eyes and swore he saw hell itself。 God help us； he thought。
The killer checked his watch and then returned his gaze to the prisoners。 〃Now then；〃 he said。 〃Who will be first？〃
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Inside Archive Vault 10 Robert Langdon recited Italian numbers as he scanned the calligraphy before him。 Mille 。 。 。 centi 。 。 。 uno； duo； tre 。 。 。 cincuanta。 I need a numerical reference！ Anything； damnit！
When he reached the end of his current folio； he lifted the spatula to flip the page。 As he aligned the blade with the next page； he fumbled； having difficulty holding the tool steady。 Minutes later； he looked down and realized he had abandoned his spatula and was turning pages by hand。 Oops； he thought； feeling vaguely criminal。 The lack of oxygen was affecting his inhibitions。 Looks like I'll burn in archivist's hell。
〃About damn time；〃 Vittoria choked when she saw Langdon turning pages by hand。 She dropped her spatula and followed suit。
〃Any luck？〃
Vittoria shook her head。 〃Nothing that looks purely mathematical。 I'm skimming 。 。 。 but none of this reads like a clue。〃
Langdon continued translating his folios with increasing difficulty。 His Italian skills were rocky at best； and the tiny penmanship and archaic language was making it slow going。 Vittoria reached the end of her stack before Langdon and looked disheartened as she flipped the pages back over。 She hunkered down for another more intense inspection。
When Langdon finished his final page； he cursed under his breath and looked over at Vittoria。 She was scowling； squinting at something on one of her folios。 〃What is it？〃 he asked。
Vittoria did not look up。 〃Did you have any footnotes on your pages？〃
〃Not that I noticed。 Why？〃
〃This page has a footnote。 It's obscured in a crease。〃
Langdon tried to see what she was looking at； but all he could make out was the page number in the upper right…hand corner of the sheet。 Folio 5。 It took a moment for the coincidence to register； and even when it did the connection seemed vague。 Folio Five。 Five； Pythagoras； pentagrams； Illuminati。 Langdon wondered if the Illuminati would have chosen page five on which to hide their clue。 Through the reddish fog surrounding them； Langdon sensed a tiny ray of hope。 〃Is the footnote mathematical？〃
Vittoria shook her head。 〃Text。 One line。 Very small printing。 Almost illegible。〃
His hopes faded。 〃It's supposed to be math。 Lingua pura。〃
〃Yeah； I know。〃 She hesitated。 〃I think you'll want to hear this； though。〃 Langdon sensed excitement in her voice。
〃Go ahead。〃
Squinting at the folio； Vittoria read the line。 〃The path of light is laid； the sacred test。〃
The words were nothing like what Langdon had imagined。 〃I'm sorry？〃
Vittoria repeated the line。 〃The path of light is laid； the sacred test。〃
〃Path of light？〃 Langdon felt his posture straightening。
〃That's what it says。 Path of light。〃
As the words sank in； Langdon felt his delirium pierced by an instant of clarity。 The path of light is laid； the sacred test。 He had no idea how it helped them； but the line was as direct a reference to the Path of Illumination as he could imagine。 Path of light。 Sacred test。 His head felt like an engine revving on bad fuel。 〃Are you sure of the translation？〃
Vittoria hesitated。 〃Actually 。 。 。〃 She glanced over at him with a strange look。 〃It's not technically a translation。 The line is written in English。〃
For an instant； Langdon thought the acoustics in the chamber had affected his hearing。 〃English？〃
Vittoria pushed the document over to him； and Langdon read the minuscule printing at the bottom of the page。 〃The path of light is laid； the sacred test。 English？ What is English doing in an Italian book？〃
Vittoria shrugged。 She too was looking tipsy。 〃Maybe English is what they meant by the lingua pura？ It's considered the international language of science。 It's all we speak at CERN。〃
〃But this was in the 1600s；〃 Langdon argued。 〃Nobody spoke English in Italy； not even…〃 He stopped short； realizing what he was about to say。 〃Not even 。 。 。 the clergy。〃 Langdon's academic mind hummed in high gear。 〃In the 1600s；〃 he said； talking faster now； 〃English was one language the Vatican had not yet embraced。 They dealt in Italian； Latin； German； even Spanish and French； but English was totally foreign inside the Vatican。 They considered English a polluted； free…thinkers language for profane men like Chaucer and Shakespeare。〃 Langdon flashed suddenly on the Illuminati brands of Earth； Air； Fire； Water。 The legend that the brands were in English now made a bizarre kind of sense。
〃So you're saying maybe Galileo considered English la lingua pura because it was the one language the Vatican did not control？〃
〃Yes。 Or maybe by putting the clue in English； Galileo was subtly restricting the readership away from the Vatican。〃
〃But it's not even a clue；〃 Vittoria argued。 〃The path of light is laid； the sacred test？ What the hell does that mean？〃
She's right； Langdon thought。 The line didn't help in any way。 But as he spoke the phrase again in his mind； a strange fact hit him。 Now that's odd； he thought。 What are the chances of that？
〃We need to get out of here；〃 Vittoria said； sounding hoarse。
Langdon wasn't listening。 The path of light is laid； the sacred test。 〃It's a damn line of iambic pentameter；〃 he said suddenly； counting the syllables again。 〃Five couplets of alternating stressed and unstressed syllables。〃
Vittoria looked lost。 〃Iambic who？〃
For an instant Langdon was back at Phillips Exeter Academy sitting in a Saturday morning English class。 Hell on earth。 The school baseball star； Peter Greer； was having trouble remembering the number of couplets necessary for a line of Shakespearean iambic pentameter。 Their professor； an animated schoolmaster named Bissell； leapt onto the table and bellowed； 〃Penta…meter； Greer！ Think of home plate！ A penta…gon！ Five sides！ Penta！ Penta！ Penta！ Jeeeesh！〃
Five couplets； Langdon thought。 Each couplet； by definition； having two syllables。 He could not believe in his entire career he had never made the connection。 Iambic pentameter was a symmetrical meter based on the sacred Illuminati numbers of 5 and 2！
You're reaching！ Langdon told himself； trying to push it from his mind。 A meaningless coincidence！ But the thought stuck。 Five 。 。 。 for Pythagoras and the pentagram。 Two 。 。 。 for the duality of all things。
A moment later； another realization sent a numbing sensation down his legs。 Iambic pentameter； on account of its simplicity； was often called 〃pure verse〃 or 〃pure meter。〃 La lingua pura？ Could this have been the pure language the Illuminati had been referring to？ The path of light is laid； the sacred test 。 。 。
〃Uh oh；〃 Vittoria said。
Langdon wheeled to see her rotating the folio upside down。 He felt a knot in his gut。 Not again。 〃There's no way that line is an ambigram！〃
〃No； it's not an ambigram 。 。 。 but it's 。 。 。〃 She kept turning the document； 90 degrees at every turn。
〃It's what？〃
Vittoria looked up。 〃It's not the only line。〃
〃There's another？〃
〃There's a different line on every margin。 Top； bottom； left； and right。 I think it's a poem。〃
〃Four lines？〃 Langdon bristled with excitement。 Galileo was a poet？ 〃Let me see！〃
Vittoria did not relinquish the page。 She kept turning the page in quarter turns。 〃I didn't see the lines before because they're on the edges。〃 She cocked her head over the last line。 〃Huh。 You know what？ Galileo didn't even write this。〃
〃What！〃
〃The poem is signed John Milton。〃
〃John Milton？〃 The influential English poet who wrote Paradise Lost was a contemporary of Galileo's and a savant who conspiracy