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The
Holy
Vatican
Grottoes
are
located
beneath
the
main
floor
of
St
.
Peter
’
s
Basilica
.
They
are
the
burial
place
of
deceased
Popes
.
Vittoria
reached
the
bottom
of
the
spiral
staircase
and
entered
the
grotto
.
The
darkened
tunnel
reminded
her
of
CERN
’
s
Large
Hadron
Collider
—
black
and
cold
.
Lit
now
only
by
the
flashlights
of
the
Swiss
Guards
,
the
tunnel
carried
a
distinctly
incorporeal
feel
.
On
both
sides
,
hollow
niches
lined
the
walls
.
Recessed
in
the
alcoves
,
as
far
as
the
lights
let
them
see
,
the
hulking
shadows
of
sarcophagi
loomed
.
An
iciness
raked
her
flesh
.
It
’
s
the
cold
,
she
told
herself
,
knowing
that
was
only
partially
true
.
She
had
the
sense
they
were
being
watched
,
not
by
anyone
in
the
flesh
,
but
by
specters
in
the
dark
.
On
top
of
each
tomb
,
in
full
papal
vestments
,
lay
life
-
sized
semblances
of
each
Pope
,
shown
in
death
,
arms
folded
across
their
chests
.
The
prostrate
bodies
seemed
to
emerge
from
within
the
tombs
,
pressing
upward
against
the
marble
lids
as
if
trying
to
escape
their
mortal
restraints
.
The
flashlight
procession
moved
on
,
and
the
papal
silhouettes
rose
and
fell
against
the
walls
,
stretching
and
vanishing
in
a
macabre
shadowbox
dance
.
A
silence
had
fallen
across
the
group
,
and
Vittoria
couldn
’
t
tell
whether
it
was
one
of
respect
or
apprehension
.
She
sensed
both
.
The
camerlegno
moved
with
his
eyes
closed
,
as
if
he
knew
every
step
by
heart
.
Vittoria
suspected
he
had
made
this
eerie
promenade
many
times
since
the
Pope
’
s
death
…
perhaps
to
pray
at
his
tomb
for
guidance
.
I
worked
under
the
cardinal
’
s
tutelage
for
many
years
,
the
camerlegno
had
said
.
He
was
like
a
father
to
me
.
Vittoria
recalled
the
camerlegno
speaking
those
words
in
reference
to
the
cardinal
who
had
"
saved
"
him
from
the
army
.
Now
,
however
,
Vittoria
understood
the
rest
of
the
story
.
That
very
cardinal
who
had
taken
the
camerlegno
under
his
wing
had
apparently
later
risen
to
the
papacy
and
brought
with
him
his
young
protégé
to
serve
as
chamberlain
.
That
explains
a
lot
,
Vittoria
thought
.
She
had
always
possessed
a
well
-
tuned
perception
for
others
’
inner
emotions
,
and
something
about
the
camerlegno
had
been
nagging
her
all
day
.
Since
meeting
him
,
she
had
sensed
an
anguish
more
soulful
and
private
than
the
overwhelming
crisis
he
now
faced
.
Behind
his
pious
calm
,
she
saw
a
man
tormented
by
personal
demons
.
Now
she
knew
her
instincts
had
been
correct
.
Not
only
was
he
facing
the
most
devastating
threat
in
Vatican
history
,
but
he
was
doing
it
without
his
mentor
and
friend
…
flying
solo
.
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
.
