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？ Langdon felt a chill。 Ever since he had almost suffocated in the secret archives； Langdon had not entirely trusted Rocher。
The Hassassin jabbed suddenly； nicking Langdon in the side。
Langdon jumped back； his temper flaring。 〃Janus will never get out alive！〃
The Hassassin shrugged。 〃Some causes are worth dying for。〃
Langdon sensed the killer was serious。 Janus ing to Vatican City on a suicide mission？ A question of honor？ For an instant； Langdon's mind took in the entire terrifying cycle。 The Illuminati plot had e full circle。 The priest whom the Illuminati had inadvertently brought to power by killing the Pope had emerged as a worthy adversary。 In a final act of defiance； the Illuminati leader would destroy him。
Suddenly； Langdon felt the wall behind him disappear。 There was a rush of cool air； and he staggered backward into the night。 The balcony！ He now realized what the Hassassin had in mind。
Langdon immediately sensed the precipice behind him…a hundred…foot drop to the courtyard below。 He had seen it on his way in。 The Hassassin wasted no time。 With a violent surge； he lunged。 The spear sliced toward Langdon's midsection。 Langdon skidded back； and the point came up short； catching only his shirt。 Again the point came at him。 Langdon slid farther back； feeling the banister right behind him。 Certain the next jab would kill him； Langdon attempted the absurd。 Spinning to one side； he reached out and grabbed the shaft； sending a jolt of pain through his palm。 Langdon held on。
The Hassassin seemed unfazed。 They strained for a moment against one another； face to face； the Hassassin's breath fetid in Langdon's nostrils。 The bar began to slip。 The Hassassin was too strong。 In a final act of desperation； Langdon stretched out his leg； dangerously off balance as he tried to ram his foot down on the Hassassin's injured toe。 But the man was a professional and adjusted to protect his weakness。
Langdon had just played his final card。 And he knew he had lost the hand。
The Hassassin's arms exploded upward； driving Langdon back against the railing。 Langdon sensed nothing but empty space behind him as the railing hit just beneath his buttocks。 The Hassassin held the bar crosswise and drove it into Langdon's chest。 Langdon's back arched over the chasm。
〃Ma'assalamah；〃 the Hassassin sneered。 〃Good…bye。〃
With a merciless glare； the Hassassin gave a final shove。 Langdon's center of gravity shifted； and his feet swung up off the floor。 With only one hope of survival； Langdon grabbed on to the railing as he went over。 His left hand slipped； but his right hand held on。 He ended up hanging upside down by his legs and one hand 。 。 。 straining to hold on。
Looming over him； the Hassassin raised the bar overhead； preparing to bring it crashing down。 As the bar began to accelerate； Langdon saw a vision。 Perhaps it was the imminence of death or simply blind fear； but in that moment； he sensed a sudden aura surrounding the Hassassin。 A glowing effulgence seemed to swell out of nothing behind him 。 。 。 like an ining fireball。
Halfway through his swing； the Hassassin dropped the bar and screamed in agony。
The iron bar clattered past Langdon out into the night。 The Hassassin spun away from him； and Langdon saw a blistering torch burn on the killer's back。 Langdon pulled himself up to see Vittoria； eyes flaring； now facing the Hassassin。
Vittoria waved a torch in front of her； the vengeance in her face resplendent in the flames。 How she had escaped； Langdon did not know or care。 He began scrambling back up over the banister。
The battle would be short。 The Hassassin was a deadly match。 Screaming with rage； the killer lunged for her。 She tried to dodge； but the man was on her； holding the torch and about to wrestle it away。 Langdon did not wait。 Leaping off the banister； Langdon jabbed his clenched fist into the blistered burn on the Hassassin's back。
The scream seemed to echo all the way to the Vatican。
The Hassassin froze a moment； his back arched in anguish。 He let go of the torch； and Vittoria thrust it hard into his face。 There was a hiss of flesh as his left eye sizzled。 He screamed again； raising his hands to his face。
〃Eye for an eye；〃 Vittoria hissed。 This time she swung the torch like a bat； and when it connected； the Hassassin stumbled back against the railing。 Langdon and Vittoria went for him at the same instant； both heaving and pushing。 The Hassassin's body sailed backward over the banister into the night。 There was no scream。 The only sound was the crack of his spine as he landed spread…eagle on a pile of cannonballs far below。
Langdon turned and stared at Vittoria in bewilderment。 Slackened ropes hung off her midsection and shoulders。 Her eyes blazed like an inferno。
〃Houdini knew yoga。〃
109
Meanwhile； in St。 Peter's Square； the wall of Swiss Guards yelled orders and fanned outward； trying to push the crowds back to a safer distance。 It was no use。 The crowd was too dense and seemed far more interested in the Vatican's impending doom than in their own safety。 The towering media screens in the square were now transmitting a live countdown of the antimatter canister…a direct feed from the Swiss Guard security monitor…pliments of the camerlegno。 Unfortunately； the image of the canister counting down was doing nothing to repel the crowds。 The people in the square apparently looked at the tiny droplet of liquid suspended in the canister and decided it was not as menacing as they had thought。 They could also see the countdown clock now…a little under forty…five minutes until detonation。 Plenty of time to stay and watch。
Nonetheless； the Swiss Guards unanimously agreed that the camerlegno's bold decision to address the world with the truth and then provide the media with actual visuals of Illuminati treachery had been a savvy maneuver。 The Illuminati had no doubt expected the Vatican to be their usual reticent selves in the face of adversity。 Not tonight。 Camerlegno Carlo Ventresca had proven himself a manding foe。
Inside the Sistine Chapel； Cardinal Mortati was getting restless。 It was past 11：15 P。M。 Many of the cardinals were continuing to pray； but others had clustered around the exit； clearly unsettled by the hour。 Some of the cardinals began pounding on the door with their fists。
Outside the door Lieutenant Chartrand heard the pounding and didn't know what to do。 He checked his watch。 It was time。 Captain Rocher had given strict orders that the cardinals were not to be let out until he gave the word。 The pounding on the door became more intense； and Chartrand felt uneasy。 He wondered if the captain had simply forgotten。 The captain had been acting very erratic since his mysterious phone call。
Chartrand pulled out his walkie…talkie。 〃Captain？ Chartrand here。 It is past time。 Should I open the Sistine？〃
〃That door stays shut。 I believe I already gave you that order。〃
〃Yes； sir； I just…〃
〃Our guest is arriving shortly。 Take a few men upstairs； and guard the door of the Pope's office。 The camerlegno is not to go anywhere。〃
〃I'm sorry； sir？〃
〃What is it that you don't understand； Lieutenant？〃
〃Nothing； sir。 I am on my way。〃
Upstairs in the Office of the Pope； the camerlegno stared in quiet meditation at the fire。 Give me strength； God。 Bring us a miracle。 He poked at the coals； wondering if he would survive the night。
110
Eleven…twenty…three P。M。
Vittoria stood trembling on the balcony of Castle St。 Angelo； staring out across Rome； her eyes moist with tears。 She wanted badly to embrace Robert Langdon； but she could not。 Her body felt anesthetized。 Readjusting。 Taking stock。 The man who had killed her father lay far below； dead； and she had almost been a victim as well。
When Langdon's hand touched her shoulder； the infusion of warmth seemed to magically shatter the ice。 Her body shuddered back to life。 The fog lifted； and she turned。 Robert looked like hell…wet and matted…he had obviously been through purgatory to e rescue her。
〃Thank you 。 。 。〃 she whispered。
Langdon gave an exhausted smile and reminded her that it was she who deserved thanks…her ability to practically dislocate her shoulders had just saved them both。 Vittoria wiped her eyes。 She could have stood there forever with him； but the reprieve was short…lived。
〃We need to get out of here；〃 Langdon said。
Vittoria's mind was elsewhere。 She was staring out toward the Vatican。 The world's smallest country looked unsettlingly close； glowing white under a barrage of media lights。 To her shock； much of St。 Peter's Square was still packed with people！ The Swiss Guard had apparently been able to clear only about a hundred and fifty feet back…the area directly in front of the basilica…less than one…third of the square。 The shell of congestion enpassing the square was pacted now； those at the safer distances pressing for a closer look； trapping the others inside。 They are too close！ Vittoria thought。 Much too close！
〃I'm going back in；〃 Langdon said flatly。
Vittoria turned； incredulous。 〃Into the Vatican？〃
Langdon told her about the Samaritan； and how it was a ploy。 The Illuminati leader； a man named Janus； was actually ing himself to brand th