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The
silence
of
St
.
Peter
’
s
Square
broke
with
a
ripple
at
first
.
The
ripple
grew
to
a
murmur
.
And
then
,
suddenly
,
to
a
roar
.
Without
warning
,
the
multitudes
were
crying
out
as
one
.
"
Look
!
Look
!
"
Mortati
opened
his
eyes
and
turned
to
the
crowd
.
Everyone
was
pointing
behind
him
,
toward
the
front
of
St
.
Peter
’
s
Basilica
.
Their
faces
were
white
.
Some
fell
to
their
knees
.
Some
fainted
Some
burst
into
uncontrollable
sobs
.
"
Look
!
Look
!
"
Mortati
turned
,
bewildered
,
following
their
outstretched
hands
.
They
were
pointing
to
the
uppermost
level
of
the
basilica
,
the
rooftop
terrace
,
where
huge
statues
of
Christ
and
his
apostles
watched
over
the
crowd
.
There
,
on
the
right
of
Jesus
,
arms
outstretched
to
the
world
…
stood
Camerlegno
Carlo
Ventresca
.
Robert
Langdon
was
no
longer
falling
.
There
was
no
more
terror
.
No
pain
.
Not
even
the
sound
of
the
racing
wind
.
There
was
only
the
soft
sound
of
lapping
water
,
as
though
he
were
comfortably
asleep
on
a
beach
.
In
a
paradox
of
self
-
awareness
,
Langdon
sensed
this
was
death
.
He
felt
glad
for
it
.
He
allowed
the
drifting
numbness
to
possess
him
entirely
.
He
let
it
carry
him
wherever
it
was
he
would
go
.
His
pain
and
fear
had
been
anesthetized
,
and
he
did
not
wish
it
back
at
any
price
.
His
final
memory
had
been
one
that
could
only
have
been
conjured
in
hell
.
