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Everything
stopped
.
"
Carlo
…
?
"
Mortati
crumbled
.
"
His
Holiness
’
s
child
…
is
you
.
"
At
that
moment
,
the
camerlegno
could
feel
the
fire
of
faith
dim
in
his
heart
.
He
stood
trembling
on
the
altar
,
framed
by
Michelangelo
’
s
towering
Last
Judgment
.
He
knew
he
had
just
glimpsed
hell
itself
.
He
opened
his
mouth
to
speak
,
but
his
lips
wavered
,
soundless
.
"
Don
’
t
you
see
?
"
Mortati
choked
.
"
That
is
why
His
Holiness
came
to
you
in
the
hospital
in
Palermo
when
you
were
a
boy
.
That
is
why
he
took
you
in
and
raised
you
.
The
nun
he
loved
was
Maria
…
your
mother
.
She
left
the
nunnery
to
raise
you
,
but
she
never
abandoned
her
strict
devotion
to
God
.
When
the
Pope
heard
she
had
died
in
an
explosion
and
that
you
,
his
son
,
had
miraculously
survived
…
he
swore
to
God
he
would
never
leave
you
alone
again
.
Carlo
,
your
parents
were
both
virgins
.
They
kept
their
vows
to
God
.
And
still
they
found
a
way
to
bring
you
into
the
world
.
You
were
their
miraculous
child
.
"
The
camerlegno
covered
his
ears
,
trying
to
block
out
the
words
.
He
stood
paralyzed
on
the
altar
.
Then
,
with
his
world
yanked
from
beneath
him
,
he
fell
violently
to
his
knees
and
let
out
a
wail
of
anguish
.
Seconds
.
Minutes
.
Hours
.
Time
seemed
to
have
lost
all
meaning
inside
the
four
walls
of
the
chapel
.
Vittoria
felt
herself
slowly
breaking
free
of
the
paralysis
that
seemed
to
have
gripped
them
all
.
She
let
go
of
Langdon
’
s
hand
and
began
moving
through
the
crowd
of
cardinals
.
The
chapel
door
seemed
miles
away
,
and
she
felt
like
she
was
moving
underwater
…
slow
motion
.
As
she
maneuvered
through
the
robes
,
her
motion
seemed
to
pull
others
from
their
trance
.
Some
of
the
cardinals
began
to
pray
.
Others
wept
.
Some
turned
to
watch
her
go
,
their
blank
expressions
turning
slowly
to
a
foreboding
cognition
as
she
moved
toward
the
door
.
She
had
almost
reached
the
back
of
the
crowd
when
a
hand
caught
her
arm
.
The
touch
was
frail
but
resolute
.
She
turned
,
face
to
face
with
a
wizened
cardinal
.
His
visage
was
clouded
by
fear
.
"
No
,
"
the
man
whispered
.
"
You
cannot
.
"
Vittoria
stared
,
incredulous
.
