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The guards slowed now； as if unsure where exactly in the darkness the most recent Pope was buried。 The camerlegno continued assuredly and stopped before a marble tomb that seemed to glisten brighter than the others。 Lying atop was a carved figure of the late Pope。 When Vittoria recognized his face from television； a shot of fear gripped her。 What are we doing？
〃I realize we do not have much time；〃 the camerlegno said。 〃I still ask we take a moment of prayer。〃
The Swiss Guard all bowed their heads where they were standing。 Vittoria followed suit； her heart pounding in the silence。 The camerlegno knelt before the tomb and prayed in Italian。 As Vittoria listened to his words； an unexpected grief surfaced as tears 。 。 。 tears for her own mentor 。 。 。 her own holy father。 The camerlegno's words seemed as appropriate for her father as they did for the Pope。
〃Supreme father； counselor； friend。〃 The camerlegno's voice echoed dully around the ring。 〃You told me when I was young that the voice in my heart was that of God。 You told me I must follow it no matter what painful places it leads。 I hear that voice now； asking of me impossible tasks。 Give me strength。 Bestow on me forgiveness。 What I do 。 。 。 I do in the name of everything you believe。 Amen。〃
〃Amen；〃 the guards whispered。
Amen； Father。 Vittoria wiped her eyes。
The camerlegno stood slowly and stepped away from the tomb。 〃Push the covering aside。〃
The Swiss Guards hesitated。 〃Signore；〃 one said； 〃by law we are at your mand。〃 He paused。 〃We will do as you say 。 。 。〃
The camerlegno seemed to read the young man's mind。 〃Someday I will ask your forgiveness for placing you in this position。 Today I ask for your obedience。 Vatican laws are established to protect this church。 It is in that very spirit that I mand you to break them now。〃
There was a moment of silence and then the lead guard gave the order。 The three men set down their flashlights on the floor； and their shadows leapt overhead。 Lit now from beneath； the men advanced toward the tomb。 Bracing their hands against the marble covering near the head of the tomb； they planted their feet and prepared to push。 On signal； they all thrust； straining against the enormous slab。 When the lid did not move at all； Vittoria found herself almost hoping it was too heavy。 She was suddenly fearful of what they would find inside。
The men pushed harder； and still the stone did not move。
〃Ancora；〃 the camerlegno said； rolling up the sleeves of his cassock and preparing to push along with them。 〃Ora！〃 Everyone heaved。
Vittoria was about to offer her own help； but just then； the lid began to slide。 The men dug in again； and with an almost primal growl of stone on stone； the lid rotated off the top of the tomb and came to rest at an angle…the Pope's carved head now pushed back into the niche and his feet extended out into the hallway。
Everyone stepped back。
Tentatively； a guard bent and retrieved his flashlight。 Then he aimed it into the tomb。 The beam seemed to tremble a moment； and then the guard held it steady。 The other guards gathered one by one。 Even in the darkness Vittoria sensed them recoil。 In succession； they crossed themselves。
The camerlegno shuddered when he looked into the tomb； his shoulders dropping like weights。 He stood a long moment before turning away。
Vittoria had feared the corpse's mouth might be clenched tight with rigor mortis and that she would have to suggest breaking the jaw to see the tongue。 She now saw it would be unnecessary。 The cheeks had collapsed； and the Pope's mouth gaped wide。
His tongue was black as death。
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No light。 No sound。
The Secret Archives were black。
Fear； Langdon now realized； was an intense motivator。 Short of breath； he fumbled through the blackness toward the revolving door。 He found the button on the wall and rammed his palm against it。 Nothing happened。 He tried again。 The door was dead。
Spinning blind； he called out； but his voice emerged strangled。 The peril of his predicament suddenly closed in around him。 His lungs strained for oxygen as the adrenaline doubled his heart rate。 He felt like someone had just punched him in the gut。
When he threw his weight into the door； for an instant he thought he felt the door start to turn。 He pushed again； seeing stars。 Now he realized it was the entire room turning； not the door。 Staggering away； Langdon tripped over the base of a rolling ladder and fell hard。 He tore his knee against the edge of a book stack。 Swearing； he got up and groped for the ladder。
He found it。 He had hoped it would be heavy wood or iron； but it was aluminum。 He grabbed the ladder and held it like a battering ram。 Then he ran through the dark at the glass wall。 It was closer than he thought。 The ladder hit head…on； bouncing off。 From the feeble sound of the collision； Langdon knew he was going to need a hell of a lot more than an aluminum ladder to break this glass。
When he flashed on the semiautomatic； his hopes surged and then instantly fell。 The weapon was gone。 Olivetti had relieved him of it in the Pope's office； saying he did not want loaded weapons around with the camerlegno present。 It made sense at the time。
Langdon called out again； making less sound than the last time。
Next he remembered the walkie…talkie the guard had left on the table outside the vault。 Why the hell didn't I bring it in！ As the purple stars began to dance before his eyes； Langdon forced himself to think。 You've been trapped before； he told himself。 You survived worse。 You were just a kid and you figured it out。 The crushing darkness came flooding in。 Think！
Langdon lowered himself onto the floor。 He rolled over on his back and laid his hands at his sides。 The first step was to gain control。
Relax。 Conserve。
No longer fighting gravity to pump blood； Langdon's heart began to slow。 It was a trick swimmers used to re…oxygenate their blood between tightly scheduled races。
There is plenty of air in here； he told himself。 Plenty。 Now think。 He waited； half…expecting the lights to e back on at any moment。 They did not。 As he lay there； able to breathe better now； an eerie resignation came across him。 He felt peaceful。 He fought it。
You will move； damn it！ But where 。 。 。
On Langdon's wrist； Mickey Mouse glowed happily as if enjoying the dark： 9：33 P。M。 Half an hour until Fire。 Langdon thought it felt a whole hell of a lot later。 His mind； instead of ing up with a plan for escape； was suddenly demanding an explanation。 Who turned off the power？ Was Rocher expanding his search？ Wouldn't Olivetti have warned Rocher that I'm in here！ Langdon knew at this point it made no difference。
Opening his mouth wide and tipping back his head； Langdon pulled the deepest breaths he could manage。 Each breath burned a little less than the last。 His head cleared。 He reeled his thoughts in and forced the gears into motion。
Glass walls； he told himself。 But damn thick glass。
He wondered if any of the books in here were stored in heavy； steel； fireproof file cabinets。 Langdon had seen them from time to time in other archives but had seen none here。 Besides； finding one in the dark could prove time…consuming。 Not that he could lift one anyway； particularly in his present state。
How about the examination table？ Langdon knew this vault； like the other； had an examination table in the center of the stacks。 So what！ He knew he couldn't lift it。 Not to mention； even if he could drag it； he wouldn't get it far。 The stacks were closely packed； the aisles between them far too narrow。
The aisles are too narrow 。 。 。
Suddenly； Langdon knew。
With a burst of confidence； he jumped to his feet far too fast。 Swaying in the fog of a head rush； he reached out in the dark for support。 His hand found a stack。 Waiting a moment； he forced himself to conserve。 He would need all of his strength to do this。
Positioning himself against the book stack like a football player against a training sled； he planted his feet and pushed。 If I can somehow tip the shelf。 But it barely moved。 He realigned and pushed again。 His feet slipped backward on the floor。 The stack creaked but did not move。
He needed leverage。
Finding the glass wall again； he placed one hand on it to guide him as he raced in the dark toward the far end of the vault。 The back wall loomed suddenly； and he collided with it； crushing his shoulder。 Cursing； Langdon circled the shelf and grabbed the stack at about eye level。 Then； propping one leg on the glass behind him and another on the lower shelves； he started to climb。 Books fell around him； fluttering into the darkness。 He didn't care。 Instinct for survival had long since overridden archival decorum。 He sensed his equilibrium was hampered by the total darkness and closed his eyes； coaxing his brain to ignore visual input。 He moved faster now。 The air felt leaner the higher he went。 He scrambled toward the upper shelves； stepping on books； trying to gain purchase； heaving himself upward。 Then； like a rock climber conquering a rock face； Langdon grasped the top shelf。 Stretching his legs out behind him； he walked his feet up the glass wall until he was almost horizontal。
Now or never； Robert； a voice