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In
the
square
there
was
crying
,
cheering
,
spontaneous
applause
.
A
group
of
nuns
fell
to
their
knees
and
wailed
saetas
.
A
pulsing
grew
from
in
the
crowd
.
Suddenly
,
the
entire
square
was
chanting
the
camerlegno
’
s
name
.
The
cardinals
,
some
with
tears
rolling
down
their
faces
,
joined
in
.
Mortati
looked
around
him
and
tried
to
comprehend
.
Is
this
really
happening
?
Camerlegno
Carlo
Ventresca
stood
on
the
rooftop
terrace
of
St
.
Peter
’
s
Basilica
and
looked
down
over
the
multitudes
of
people
staring
up
at
him
.
Was
he
awake
or
dreaming
?
He
felt
transformed
,
otherworldly
He
wondered
if
it
was
his
body
or
just
his
spirit
that
had
floated
down
from
heaven
toward
the
soft
,
darkened
expanse
of
the
Vatican
City
Gardens
…
alighting
like
a
silent
angel
on
the
deserted
lawns
,
his
black
parachute
shrouded
from
the
madness
by
the
towering
shadow
of
St
.
Peter
’
s
Basilica
.
He
wondered
if
it
was
his
body
or
his
spirit
that
had
possessed
the
strength
to
climb
the
ancient
Stairway
of
Medallions
to
the
rooftop
terrace
where
he
now
stood
.
He
felt
as
light
as
a
ghost
.
Although
the
people
below
were
chanting
his
name
,
he
knew
it
was
not
him
they
were
cheering
.
They
were
cheering
from
impulsive
joy
,
the
same
kind
of
joy
he
felt
every
day
of
his
life
as
he
pondered
the
Almighty
.
They
were
experiencing
what
each
of
them
had
always
longed
for
…
an
assurance
of
the
beyond
…
a
substantiation
of
the
power
of
the
Creator
.
Camerlegno
Ventresca
had
prayed
all
his
life
for
this
moment
,
and
still
,
even
he
could
not
fathom
that
God
had
found
a
way
to
make
it
manifest
.
He
wanted
to
cry
out
to
them
.
Your
God
is
a
living
God
!
Behold
the
miracles
all
around
you
!
He
stood
there
a
while
,
numb
and
yet
feeling
more
than
he
had
ever
felt
.
When
,
at
last
,
the
spirit
moved
him
,
he
bowed
his
head
and
stepped
back
from
the
edge
.
Alone
now
,
he
knelt
on
the
roof
,
and
prayed
.
The
images
around
him
blurred
,
drifting
in
and
out
.
Langdon
’
s
eyes
slowly
began
to
focus
.
His
legs
ached
,
and
his
body
felt
like
it
had
been
run
over
by
a
truck
.
He
was
lying
on
his
side
on
the
ground
.
Something
stunk
,
like
bile
.
He
could
still
hear
the
incessant
sound
of
lapping
water
.
It
no
longer
sounded
peaceful
to
him
.
There
were
other
sounds
too
—
talking
close
around
him
.
He
saw
blurry
white
forms
.
Were
they
all
wearing
white
?
Langdon
decided
he
was
either
in
an
asylum
or
heaven
.
From
the
burning
in
his
throat
,
Langdon
decided
it
could
not
be
heaven
.
"
He
’
s
finished
vomiting
,
"
one
man
said
in
Italian
.
"
Turn
him
.
"
The
voice
was
firm
and
professional
.
