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Ghayat assa'adah； they called it。 The ultimate pleasure。
Afterward； basking in his glory； he would stand on the balcony and savor the culmination of the Illuminati triumph 。 。 。 a revenge desired by so many for so long。
The tunnel grew darker。 Langdon descended。
After one plete turn into the earth； the light was all but gone。 The tunnel leveled out； and Langdon slowed； sensing by the echo of his footfalls that he had just entered a larger chamber。 Before him in the murkiness； he thought he saw glimmers of light 。 。 。 fuzzy reflections in the ambient gleam。 He moved forward； reaching out his hand。 He found smooth surfaces。 Chrome and glass。 It was a vehicle。 He groped the surface； found a door； and opened it。
The vehicle's interior dome…light flashed on。 He stepped back and recognized the black van immediately。 Feeling a surge of loathing； he stared a moment； then he dove in； rooting around in hopes of finding a weapon to replace the one he'd lost in the fountain。 He found none。 He did； however； find Vittoria's cell phone。 It was shattered and useless。 The sight of it filled Langdon with fear。 He prayed he was not too late。
He reached up and turned on the van's headlights。 The room around him blazed into existence； harsh shadows in a simple chamber。 Langdon guessed the room was once used for horses and ammunition。 It was also a dead end。
No exit。 I came the wrong way！
At the end of his rope； Langdon jumped from the van and scanned the walls around him。 No doorways。 No gates。 He thought of the angel over the tunnel entrance and wondered if it had been a coincidence。 No！ He thought of the killer's words at the fountain。 She is in the Church of Illumination 。 。 。 awaiting my return。 Langdon had e too far to fail now。 His heart was pounding。 Frustration and hatred were starting to cripple his senses。
When he saw the blood on the floor； Langdon's first thought was for Vittoria。 But as his eyes followed the stains； he realized they were bloody footprints。 The strides were long。 The splotches of blood were only on the left foot。 The Hassassin！
Langdon followed the footprints toward the corner of the room； his sprawling shadow growing fainter。 He felt more and more puzzled with every step。 The bloody prints looked as though they walked directly into the corner of the room and then disappeared。
When Langdon arrived in the corner； he could not believe his eyes。 The granite block in the floor here was not a square like the others。 He was looking at another signpost。 The block was carved into a perfect pentagram； arranged with the tip pointing into the corner。 Ingeniously concealed by overlapping walls； a narrow slit in the stone served as an exit。 Langdon slid through。 He was in a passage。 In front of him were the remains of a wooden barrier that had once been blocking this tunnel。
Beyond it there was light。
Langdon was running now。 He clambered over the wood and headed for the light。 The passage quickly opened into another； larger chamber。 Here a single torch flickered on the wall。 Langdon was in a section of the castle that had no electricity 。 。 。 a section no tourists would ever see。 The room would have been frightful in daylight； but the torch made it even more gruesome。
Il prigione。
There were a dozen tiny jail cells； the iron bars on most eroded away。 One of the larger cells； however； remained intact； and on the floor Langdon saw something that almost stopped his heart。 Black robes and red sashes on the floor。 This is where he held the cardinals！
Near the cell was an iron doorway in the wall。 The door was ajar and beyond it Langdon could see some sort of passage。 He ran toward it。 But Langdon stopped before he got there。 The trail of blood did not enter the passage。 When Langdon saw the words carved over the archway； he knew why。
Il Passetto。
He was stunned。 He had heard of this tunnel many times； never knowing where exactly the entrance was。 Il Passetto…The Little Passage…was a slender； three…quarter…mile tunnel built between Castle St。 Angelo and the Vatican。 It had been used by various Popes to escape to safety during sieges of the Vatican 。 。 。 as well as by a few less pious Popes to secretly visit mistresses or oversee the torture of their enemies。 Nowadays both ends of the tunnel were supposedly sealed with impenetrable locks whose keys were kept in some Vatican vault。 Langdon suddenly feared he knew how the Illuminati had been moving in and out of the Vatican。 He found himself wondering who on the inside had betrayed the church and coughed up the keys。 Olivetti？ One of the Swiss Guard？ None of it mattered anymore。
The blood on the floor led to the opposite end of the prison。 Langdon followed。 Here； a rusty gate hung draped with chains。 The lock had been removed and the gate stood ajar。 Beyond the gate was a steep ascension of spiral stairs。 The floor here was also marked with a pentagramal block。 Langdon stared at the block； trembling； wondering if Bernini himself had held the chisel that had shaped these chunks。 Overhead； the archway was adorned with a tiny carved cherub。 This was it。
The trail of blood curved up the stairs。
Before ascending； Langdon knew he needed a weapon； any weapon。 He found a four…foot section of iron bar near one of the cells。 It had a sharp； splintered end。 Although absurdly heavy； it was the best he could do。 He hoped the element of surprise； bined with the Hassassin's wound； would be enough to tip the scales in his advantage。 Most of all； though； he hoped he was not too late。
The staircase's spiral treads were worn and twisted steeply upward。 Langdon ascended； listening for sounds。 None。 As he climbed； the light from the prison area faded away。 He ascended into the total darkness； keeping one hand on the wall。 Higher。 In the blackness； Langdon sensed the ghost of Galileo； climbing these very stairs； eager to share his visions of heaven with other men of science and faith。
Langdon was still in a state of shock over the location of the lair。 The Illuminati meeting hall was in a building owned by the Vatican。 No doubt while the Vatican guards were out searching basements and homes of well…known scientists； the Illuminati were meeting here 。 。 。 right under the Vatican's nose。 It suddenly seemed so perfect。 Bernini； as head architect of renovations here； would have had unlimited access to this structure 。 。 。 remodeling it to his own specifications with no questions asked。 How many secret entries had Bernini added？ How many subtle embellishments pointing the way？
The Church of Illumination。 Langdon knew he was close。
As the stairs began narrowing； Langdon felt the passage closing around him。 The shadows of history were whispering in the dark； but he moved on。 When he saw the horizontal shaft of light before him； he realized he was standing a few steps beneath a landing； where the glow of torchlight spilled out beneath the threshold of a door in front of him。 Silently he moved up。
Langdon had no idea where in the castle he was right now； but he knew he had climbed far enough to be near the peak。 He pictured the mammoth angel atop the castle and suspected it was directly overhead。
Watch over me； angel； he thought； gripping the bar。 Then； silently； he reached for the door。
On the divan； Vittoria's arms ached。 When she had first awoken to find them tied behind her back； she'd thought she might be able to relax and work her hands free。 But time had run out。 The beast had returned。 Now he was standing over her； his chest bare and powerful； scarred from battles he had endured。 His eyes looked like two black slits as he stared down at her body。 Vittoria sensed he was imagining the deeds he was about to perform。 Slowly； as if to taunt her； the Hassassin removed his soaking belt and dropped it on the floor。
Vittoria felt a loathing horror。 She closed her eyes。 When she opened them again； the Hassassin had produced a switchblade knife。 He snapped it open directly in front of her face。
Vittoria saw her own terrified reflection in the steel。
The Hassassin turned the blade over and ran the back of it across her belly。 The icy metal gave her chills。 With a contemptuous stare； he slipped the blade below the waistline of her shorts。 She inhaled。 He moved back and forth； slowly； dangerously 。 。 。 lower。 Then he leaned forward； his hot breath whispering in her ear。
〃This blade cut out your father's eye。〃
Vittoria knew in that instant that she was capable of killing。
The Hassassin turned the blade again and began sawing upward through the fabric of her khaki shorts。 Suddenly； he stopped； looking up。 Someone was in the room。
〃Get away from her；〃 a deep voice growled from the doorway。
Vittoria could not see who had spoken； but she recognized the voice。 Robert！ He's alive！
The Hassassin looked as if he had seen a ghost。 〃Mr。 Langdon； you must have a guardian angel。〃
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In the split second it took Langdon to take in his surroundings； he realized he was in a sacred place。 The embellishments in the oblong room； though old and faded； were replete with familiar symbology。 Pentagram tiles。 Planet frescoes。 Doves。 Pyramids。
The Church of Illumination。 Simple and pure。 He had arrived。
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