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Suddenly
Langdon
’
s
body
went
rigid
.
He
began
to
shake
wildly
.
Yes
,
the
Hassassin
mused
.
The
rigors
.
When
the
water
first
hits
the
lungs
.
The
rigors
,
he
knew
,
would
last
about
five
seconds
.
They
lasted
six
.
Then
,
exactly
as
the
Hassassin
expected
,
his
victim
went
suddenly
flaccid
.
Like
a
great
deflating
balloon
,
Robert
Langdon
fell
limp
.
It
was
over
.
The
Hassassin
held
him
down
for
another
thirty
seconds
to
let
the
water
flood
all
of
his
pulmonary
tissue
.
Gradually
,
he
felt
Langdon
’
s
body
sink
,
on
its
own
accord
,
to
the
bottom
.
Finally
,
the
Hassassin
let
go
.
The
media
would
find
a
double
surprise
in
the
Fountain
of
the
Four
Rivers
.
"
Tabban
!
"
the
Hassassin
swore
,
clambering
out
of
the
fountain
and
looking
at
his
bleeding
toe
.
The
tip
of
his
boot
was
shredded
,
and
the
front
of
his
big
toe
had
been
sheared
off
.
Angry
at
his
own
carelessness
,
he
tore
the
cuff
from
his
pant
leg
and
rammed
the
fabric
into
the
toe
of
his
boot
.
Pain
shot
up
his
leg
.
"
Ibn
al
-
kalb
!
"
He
clenched
his
fists
and
rammed
the
cloth
deeper
.
The
bleeding
slowed
until
it
was
only
a
trickle
.
Turning
his
thoughts
from
pain
to
pleasure
,
the
Hassassin
got
into
his
van
.
His
work
in
Rome
was
done
.
He
knew
exactly
what
would
soothe
his
discomfort
.
Vittoria
Vetra
was
bound
and
waiting
.
The
Hassassin
,
even
cold
and
wet
,
felt
himself
stiffen
.
I
have
earned
my
reward
.
Across
town
Vittoria
awoke
in
pain
.
She
was
on
her
back
.
All
of
her
muscles
felt
like
stone
.
Tight
.
Brittle
.
Her
arms
hurt
.
When
she
tried
to
move
,
she
felt
spasms
in
her
shoulders
.
It
took
her
a
moment
to
comprehend
her
hands
were
tied
behind
her
back
.
Her
initial
reaction
was
confusion
.
Am
I
dreaming
?
But
when
she
tried
to
lift
her
head
,
the
pain
at
the
base
of
her
skull
informed
her
of
her
wakefulness
.
Confusion
transforming
to
fear
,
she
scanned
her
surroundings
.
She
was
in
a
crude
,
stone
room
—
large
and
well
-
furnished
,
lit
by
torches
.
Some
kind
of
ancient
meeting
hall
.
Old
-
fashioned
benches
sat
in
a
circle
nearby
