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Before
ascending
,
Langdon
knew
he
needed
a
weapon
,
any
weapon
.
He
found
a
four
-
foot
section
of
iron
bar
near
one
of
the
cells
.
It
had
a
sharp
,
splintered
end
.
Although
absurdly
heavy
,
it
was
the
best
he
could
do
.
He
hoped
the
element
of
surprise
,
combined
with
the
Hassassin
’
s
wound
,
would
be
enough
to
tip
the
scales
in
his
advantage
.
Most
of
all
,
though
,
he
hoped
he
was
not
too
late
.
The
staircase
’
s
spiral
treads
were
worn
and
twisted
steeply
upward
.
Langdon
ascended
,
listening
for
sounds
.
None
.
As
he
climbed
,
the
light
from
the
prison
area
faded
away
.
He
ascended
into
the
total
darkness
,
keeping
one
hand
on
the
wall
.
Higher
.
In
the
blackness
,
Langdon
sensed
the
ghost
of
Galileo
,
climbing
these
very
stairs
,
eager
to
share
his
visions
of
heaven
with
other
men
of
science
and
faith
.
Langdon
was
still
in
a
state
of
shock
over
the
location
of
the
lair
.
The
Illuminati
meeting
hall
was
in
a
building
owned
by
the
Vatican
.
No
doubt
while
the
Vatican
guards
were
out
searching
basements
and
homes
of
well
-
known
scientists
,
the
Illuminati
were
meeting
here
…
right
under
the
Vatican
’
s
nose
.
It
suddenly
seemed
so
perfect
.
Bernini
,
as
head
architect
of
renovations
here
,
would
have
had
unlimited
access
to
this
structure
…
remodeling
it
to
his
own
specifications
with
no
questions
asked
.
How
many
secret
entries
had
Bernini
added
?
How
many
subtle
embellishments
pointing
the
way
?
The
Church
of
Illumination
.
Langdon
knew
he
was
close
.
As
the
stairs
began
narrowing
,
Langdon
felt
the
passage
closing
around
him
.
The
shadows
of
history
were
whispering
in
the
dark
,
but
he
moved
on
.
When
he
saw
the
horizontal
shaft
of
light
before
him
,
he
realized
he
was
standing
a
few
steps
beneath
a
landing
,
where
the
glow
of
torchlight
spilled
out
beneath
the
threshold
of
a
door
in
front
of
him
.
Silently
he
moved
up
.
Langdon
had
no
idea
where
in
the
castle
he
was
right
now
,
but
he
knew
he
had
climbed
far
enough
to
be
near
the
peak
.
He
pictured
the
mammoth
angel
atop
the
castle
and
suspected
it
was
directly
overhead
.
Watch
over
me
,
angel
,
he
thought
,
gripping
the
bar
.
Then
,
silently
,
he
reached
for
the
door
.
On
the
divan
,
Vittoria
’
s
arms
ached
.
When
she
had
first
awoken
to
find
them
tied
behind
her
back
,
she
’
d
thought
she
might
be
able
to
relax
and
work
her
hands
free
.
But
time
had
run
out
.
The
beast
had
returned
.
Now
he
was
standing
over
her
,
his
chest
bare
and
powerful
,
scarred
from
battles
he
had
endured
.
His
eyes
looked
like
two
black
slits
as
he
stared
down
at
her
body
.
Vittoria
sensed
he
was
imagining
the
deeds
he
was
about
to
perform
.
Slowly
,
as
if
to
taunt
her
,
the
Hassassin
removed
his
soaking
belt
and
dropped
it
on
the
floor
.
