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"
Il
Conclavo
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
is
to
be
sealed
in
about
an
hour
.
The
whole
world
is
watching
.
"
Il
Conclavo
.
The
word
rang
a
long
moment
in
Langdon
’
s
ears
before
dropping
like
a
brick
to
the
pit
of
his
stomach
.
Il
Conclavo
.
The
Vatican
Conclave
.
How
could
he
have
forgotten
?
It
had
been
in
the
news
recently
.
Fifteen
days
ago
,
the
Pope
,
after
a
tremendously
popular
twelve
-
year
reign
,
had
passed
away
Every
paper
in
the
world
had
carried
the
story
about
the
Pope
’
s
fatal
stroke
while
sleeping
—
a
sudden
and
unexpected
death
many
whispered
was
suspicious
.
But
now
,
in
keeping
with
the
sacred
tradition
,
fifteen
days
after
the
death
of
a
Pope
,
the
Vatican
was
holding
Il
Conclavo
—
the
sacred
ceremony
in
which
the
165
cardinals
of
the
world
—
the
most
powerful
men
in
Christendom
—
gathered
in
Vatican
City
to
elect
the
new
Pope
.
Every
cardinal
on
the
planet
is
here
today
,
Langdon
thought
as
the
chopper
passed
over
St
.
Peter
’
s
Basilica
.
The
expansive
inner
world
of
Vatican
City
spread
out
beneath
him
.
The
entire
power
structure
of
the
Roman
Catholic
Church
is
sitting
on
a
time
bomb
.
Cardinal
Mortati
gazed
up
at
the
lavish
ceiling
of
the
Sistine
Chapel
and
tried
to
find
a
moment
of
quiet
reflection
.
The
frescoed
walls
echoed
with
the
voices
of
cardinals
from
nations
around
the
globe
.
The
men
jostled
in
the
candlelit
tabernacle
,
whispering
excitedly
and
consulting
with
one
another
in
numerous
languages
,
the
universal
tongues
being
English
,
Italian
,
and
Spanish
.
The
light
in
the
chapel
was
usually
sublime
—
long
rays
of
tinted
sun
slicing
through
the
darkness
like
rays
from
heaven
—
but
not
today
.
As
was
the
custom
,
all
of
the
chapel
’
s
windows
had
been
covered
in
black
velvet
in
the
name
of
secrecy
.
This
ensured
that
no
one
on
the
inside
could
send
signals
or
communicate
in
any
way
with
the
outside
world
.
The
result
was
a
profound
darkness
lit
only
by
candles
…
a
shimmering
radiance
that
seemed
to
purify
everyone
it
touched
,
making
them
all
ghostly
…
like
saints
.
What
privilege
,
Mortati
thought
,
that
I
am
to
oversee
this
sanctified
event
.
Cardinals
over
eighty
years
of
age
were
too
old
to
be
eligible
for
election
and
did
not
attend
conclave
,
but
at
seventy
-
nine
years
old
,
Mortati
was
the
most
senior
cardinal
here
and
had
been
appointed
to
oversee
the
proceedings
.
Following
tradition
,
the
cardinals
gathered
here
two
hours
before
conclave
to
catch
up
with
friends
and
engage
in
last
-
minute
discussion
.
At
7
P
.
M
.
,
the
late
Pope
’
s
chamberlain
would
arrive
,
give
opening
prayer
,
and
then
leave
.
Then
the
Swiss
Guard
would
seal
the
doors
and
lock
all
the
cardinals
inside
.
It
was
then
that
the
oldest
and
most
secretive
political
ritual
in
the
world
would
begin
.
