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Langdon
felt
paralyzed
as
he
stared
upward
.
A
moment
later
,
he
witnessed
the
final
abomination
.
The
old
man
was
alive
,
and
he
raised
his
head
.
A
pair
of
terrified
eyes
gazed
down
in
a
silent
plea
for
help
.
On
the
man
’
s
chest
was
a
scorched
emblem
.
He
had
been
branded
.
Langdon
could
not
see
it
clearly
,
but
he
had
little
doubt
what
the
marking
said
.
As
the
flames
climbed
higher
,
lapping
at
the
man
’
s
feet
,
the
victim
let
out
a
cry
of
pain
,
his
body
trembling
.
As
if
ignited
by
some
unseen
force
,
Langdon
felt
his
body
suddenly
in
motion
,
dashing
down
the
main
aisle
toward
the
conflagration
.
His
lungs
filled
with
smoke
as
he
closed
in
.
Ten
feet
from
the
inferno
,
at
a
full
sprint
,
Langdon
hit
a
wall
of
heat
.
The
skin
on
his
face
singed
,
and
he
fell
back
,
shielding
his
eyes
and
landing
hard
on
the
marble
floor
.
Staggering
upright
,
he
pressed
forward
again
,
hands
raised
in
protection
.
Instantly
he
knew
.
The
fire
was
far
too
hot
.
Moving
back
again
,
he
scanned
the
chapel
walls
.
A
heavy
tapestry
,
he
thought
.
If
I
can
somehow
smother
the
…
But
he
knew
a
tapestry
was
not
to
be
found
.
This
is
a
baroque
chapel
,
Robert
,
not
some
damn
German
castle
!
Think
!
He
forced
his
eyes
back
to
the
suspended
man
.
High
above
,
smoke
and
flames
swirled
in
the
cupola
.
The
incensor
cables
stretched
outward
from
the
man
’
s
wrists
,
rising
to
the
ceiling
where
they
passed
through
pulleys
,
and
descended
again
to
metal
cleats
on
either
side
of
the
church
.
Langdon
looked
over
at
one
of
the
cleats
.
It
was
high
on
the
wall
,
but
he
knew
if
he
could
get
to
it
and
loosen
one
of
the
lines
,
the
tension
would
slacken
and
the
man
would
swing
wide
of
the
fire
.
A
sudden
surge
of
flames
crackled
higher
,
and
Langdon
heard
a
piercing
scream
from
above
.
The
skin
on
the
man
’
s
feet
was
starting
to
blister
.
The
cardinal
was
being
roasted
alive
.
Langdon
fixed
his
sights
on
the
cleat
and
ran
for
it
.
In
the
rear
of
the
church
,
Vittoria
clutched
the
back
of
a
pew
,
trying
to
gather
her
senses
.
The
image
overhead
was
horrid
.
She
forced
her
eyes
away
.
Do
something
!
She
wondered
where
Olivetti
was
.
Had
he
seen
the
Hassassin
?
Had
he
caught
him
?
Where
were
they
now
?
Vittoria
moved
forward
to
help
Langdon
,
but
as
she
did
,
a
sound
stopped
her
.
The
crackling
of
the
flames
was
getting
louder
by
the
instant
,
but
a
second
sound
also
cut
the
air
.
A
metallic
vibration
.
Nearby
.
The
repetitive
pulse
seemed
to
emanate
from
the
end
of
the
pews
to
her
left
.
It
was
a
stark
rattle
,
like
the
ringing
of
a
phone
,
but
stony
and
hard
.
She
clutched
the
gun
firmly
and
moved
down
the
row
of
pews
.
The
sound
grew
louder
.
On
.
Off
.
A
recurrent
vibration
.
