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Not
quite
to
the
end
,
he
reminded
himself
.
The
path
had
five
stops
,
not
four
.
This
fourth
marker
fountain
somehow
pointed
to
the
ultimate
destiny
—
the
Illuminati
’
s
sacred
lair
—
the
Church
of
Illumination
.
Langdon
wondered
if
the
lair
were
still
standing
.
He
wondered
if
that
was
where
the
Hassassin
had
taken
Vittoria
.
Langdon
found
his
eyes
probing
the
figures
in
the
fountain
,
looking
for
any
clue
as
to
the
direction
of
the
lair
.
Let
angels
guide
you
on
your
lofty
quest
.
Almost
immediately
,
though
,
he
was
overcome
by
an
unsettling
awareness
.
This
fountain
contained
no
angels
whatsoever
.
It
certainly
contained
none
Langdon
could
see
from
where
he
was
standing
…
and
none
he
had
ever
seen
in
the
past
.
The
Fountain
of
the
Four
Rivers
was
a
pagan
work
.
The
carvings
were
all
profane
—
humans
,
animals
,
even
an
awkward
armadillo
.
An
angel
here
would
stick
out
like
a
sore
thumb
.
Is
this
the
wrong
place
?
He
considered
the
cruciform
arrangement
of
the
four
obelisks
.
He
clenched
his
fists
.
This
fountain
is
perfect
.
It
was
only
10
:
46
P
.
M
.
when
a
black
van
emerged
from
the
alleyway
on
the
far
side
of
the
piazza
.
Langdon
would
not
have
given
it
a
second
look
except
that
the
van
drove
with
no
headlights
.
Like
a
shark
patrolling
a
moonlit
bay
,
the
vehicle
circled
the
perimeter
of
the
piazza
.
Langdon
hunkered
lower
,
crouched
in
the
shadows
beside
the
huge
stairway
leading
up
to
the
Church
of
St
.
Agnes
in
Agony
.
He
gazed
out
at
the
piazza
,
his
pulse
climbing
.
After
making
two
complete
circuits
,
the
van
banked
inward
toward
Bernini
’
s
fountain
.
It
pulled
abreast
of
the
basin
,
moving
laterally
along
the
rim
until
its
side
was
flush
with
the
fountain
.
Then
it
parked
,
its
sliding
door
positioned
only
inches
above
the
churning
water
.
Mist
billowed
.
Langdon
felt
an
uneasy
premonition
.
Had
the
Hassassin
arrived
early
?
Had
he
come
in
a
van
?
Langdon
had
imagined
the
killer
escorting
his
last
victim
across
the
piazza
on
foot
,
like
he
had
at
St
.
Peter
’
s
,
giving
Langdon
an
open
shot
.
But
if
the
Hassassin
had
arrived
in
a
van
,
the
rules
had
just
changed
.
