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The
camerlegno
stood
suddenly
.
He
grabbed
the
antimatter
in
his
hands
and
wheeled
toward
the
others
.
His
face
showing
total
focus
.
He
pushed
past
the
others
and
began
descending
the
Necropolis
the
way
he
had
come
,
running
down
the
hill
.
The
camera
caught
Vittoria
Vetra
,
frozen
in
terror
.
"
Where
are
you
going
!
Camerlegno
!
I
thought
you
said
—
"
"
Have
faith
!
"
he
exclaimed
as
he
ran
off
.
Vittoria
spun
toward
Langdon
.
"
What
do
we
do
?
"
Robert
Langdon
tried
to
stop
the
camerlegno
,
but
Chartrand
was
running
interference
now
,
apparently
trusting
the
camerlegno
’
s
conviction
.
The
picture
coming
from
the
BBC
camera
was
like
a
roller
coaster
ride
now
,
winding
,
twisting
.
Fleeting
freeze
-
frames
of
confusion
and
terror
as
the
chaotic
cortege
stumbled
through
the
shadows
back
toward
the
Necropolis
entrance
.
Out
in
the
square
,
Mortati
let
out
a
fearful
gasp
.
"
Is
he
bringing
that
up
here
?
"
On
televisions
all
over
the
world
,
larger
than
life
,
the
camerlegno
raced
upward
out
of
the
Necropolis
with
the
antimatter
before
him
.
"
There
will
be
no
more
death
tonight
!
"
But
the
camerlegno
was
wrong
.
The
camerlegno
erupted
through
the
doors
of
St
.
Peter
’
s
Basilica
at
exactly
11
:
56
P
.
M
.
He
staggered
into
the
dazzling
glare
of
the
world
spotlight
,
carrying
the
antimatter
before
him
like
some
sort
of
numinous
offering
.
Through
burning
eyes
he
could
see
his
own
form
,
half
-
naked
and
wounded
,
towering
like
a
giant
on
the
media
screens
around
the
square
.
The
roar
that
went
up
from
the
crowd
in
St
.
Peter
’
s
Square
was
like
none
the
camerlegno
had
ever
heard
—
crying
,
screaming
,
chanting
,
praying
…
a
mix
of
veneration
and
terror
.
