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As
Langdon
scrambled
to
his
feet
,
lifting
the
bar
again
,
his
wet
turtleneck
and
pants
felt
suddenly
more
restrictive
.
The
Hassassin
,
half
-
clothed
,
seemed
to
move
much
faster
,
the
wound
on
his
foot
apparently
not
slowing
him
at
all
.
Langdon
sensed
this
was
a
man
accustomed
to
pain
.
For
the
first
time
in
his
life
,
Langdon
wished
he
were
holding
a
very
big
gun
.
The
Hassassin
circled
slowly
,
as
if
enjoying
himself
,
always
just
out
of
reach
,
moving
toward
the
knife
on
the
floor
.
Langdon
cut
him
off
.
Then
the
killer
moved
back
toward
Vittoria
.
Again
Langdon
cut
him
off
.
"
There
’
s
still
time
,
"
Langdon
ventured
.
"
Tell
me
where
the
canister
is
.
The
Vatican
will
pay
more
than
the
Illuminati
ever
could
.
"
"
You
are
naive
.
"
Langdon
jabbed
with
the
bar
.
The
Hassassin
dodged
.
He
navigated
around
a
bench
,
holding
the
weapon
in
front
of
him
,
trying
to
corner
the
Hassassin
in
the
oval
room
.
This
damn
room
has
no
corners
!
Oddly
,
the
Hassassin
did
not
seem
interested
in
attacking
or
fleeing
.
He
was
simply
playing
Langdon
’
s
game
.
Coolly
waiting
.
Waiting
for
what
?
The
killer
kept
circling
,
a
master
at
positioning
himself
.
It
was
like
an
endless
game
of
chess
.
The
weapon
in
Langdon
’
s
hand
was
getting
heavy
,
and
he
suddenly
sensed
he
knew
what
the
Hassassin
was
waiting
for
.
He
’
s
tiring
me
out
.
It
was
working
,
too
.
Langdon
was
hit
by
a
surge
of
weariness
,
the
adrenaline
alone
no
longer
enough
to
keep
him
alert
.
He
knew
he
had
to
make
a
move
.
The
Hassassin
seemed
to
read
Langdon
’
s
mind
,
shifting
again
,
as
if
intentionally
leading
Langdon
toward
a
table
in
the
middle
of
the
room
.
Langdon
could
tell
there
was
something
on
the
table
.
Something
glinted
in
the
torchlight
.
A
weapon
?
Langdon
kept
his
eyes
focused
on
the
Hassassin
and
maneuvered
himself
closer
to
the
table
.
When
the
Hassassin
cast
a
long
,
guileless
glance
at
the
table
,
Langdon
tried
to
fight
the
obvious
bait
.
But
instinct
overruled
.
He
stole
a
glance
.
The
damage
was
done
.
It
was
not
a
weapon
at
all
.
The
sight
momentarily
riveted
him
.
On
the
table
lay
a
rudimentary
copper
chest
,
crusted
with
ancient
patina
.
The
chest
was
a
pentagon
.
The
lid
lay
open
.
Arranged
inside
in
five
padded
compartments
were
five
brands
.
The
brands
were
forged
of
iron
—
large
embossing
tools
with
stout
handles
of
wood
.
Langdon
had
no
doubt
what
they
said
.
