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Inside
the
Sistine
Chapel
,
Cardinal
Mortati
had
begun
praying
for
a
miracle
.
Send
us
the
candidates
!
The
delay
had
gone
long
enough
.
A
single
missing
candidate
,
Mortati
could
understand
.
But
all
four
?
It
left
no
options
.
Under
these
conditions
,
achieving
a
two
-
thirds
majority
would
take
an
act
of
God
Himself
.
When
the
bolts
on
the
outer
door
began
to
grind
open
,
Mortati
and
the
entire
College
of
Cardinals
wheeled
in
unison
toward
the
entrance
.
Mortati
knew
this
unsealing
could
mean
only
one
thing
.
By
law
,
the
chapel
door
could
only
be
unsealed
for
two
reasons
—
to
remove
the
very
ill
,
or
to
admit
late
cardinals
.
The
preferiti
are
coming
!
Mortati
’
s
heart
soared
.
Conclave
had
been
saved
.
But
when
the
door
opened
,
the
gasp
that
echoed
through
the
chapel
was
not
one
of
joy
.
Mortati
stared
in
incredulous
shock
as
the
man
walked
in
.
For
the
first
time
in
Vatican
history
,
a
camerlegno
had
just
crossed
the
sacred
threshold
of
conclave
after
sealing
the
doors
.
What
is
he
thinking
!
The
camerlegno
strode
to
the
altar
and
turned
to
address
the
thunderstruck
audience
.
"
Signori
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
have
waited
as
long
as
I
can
.
There
is
something
you
have
a
right
to
know
.
"
Langdon
had
no
idea
where
he
was
going
.
Reflex
was
his
only
compass
,
driving
him
away
from
danger
.
His
elbows
and
knees
burned
as
he
clambered
beneath
the
pews
.
Still
he
clawed
on
.
Somewhere
a
voice
was
telling
him
to
move
left
.
If
you
can
get
to
the
main
aisle
,
you
can
dash
for
the
exit
.
He
knew
it
was
impossible
.
There
’
s
a
wall
of
flames
blocking
the
main
aisle
!
His
mind
hunting
for
options
,
Langdon
scrambled
blindly
on
.
The
footsteps
closed
faster
now
to
his
right
.
When
it
happened
,
Langdon
was
unprepared
.
He
had
guessed
he
had
another
ten
feet
of
pews
until
he
reached
the
front
of
the
church
.
He
had
guessed
wrong
.
Without
warning
,
the
cover
above
him
ran
out
.
He
froze
for
an
instant
,
half
exposed
at
the
front
of
the
church
.
Rising
in
the
recess
to
his
left
,
gargantuan
from
this
vantage
point
,
was
the
very
thing
that
had
brought
him
here
.
He
had
entirely
forgotten
.
Bernini
’
s
Ecstasy
of
St
.
Teresa
rose
up
like
some
sort
of
pornographic
still
life
…
the
saint
on
her
back
,
arched
in
pleasure
,
mouth
open
in
a
moan
,
and
over
her
,
an
angel
pointing
his
spear
of
fire
.
A
bullet
exploded
in
the
pew
over
Langdon
’
s
head
.
He
felt
his
body
rise
like
a
sprinter
out
of
a
gate
.
Fueled
only
by
adrenaline
,
and
barely
conscious
of
his
actions
,
he
was
suddenly
running
,
hunched
,
head
down
,
pounding
across
the
front
of
the
church
to
his
right
.
As
the
bullets
erupted
behind
him
,
Langdon
dove
yet
again
,
sliding
out
of
control
across
the
marble
floor
before
crashing
in
a
heap
against
the
railing
of
a
niche
on
the
right
-
hand
wall
.
