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Three
minutes
had
passed
in
the
chaotic
hallways
outside
the
Sistine
Chapel
,
and
still
nobody
could
locate
the
camerlegno
.
It
was
as
if
the
man
had
been
swallowed
up
by
the
night
.
Mortati
was
about
to
demand
a
full
-
scale
search
of
Vatican
City
when
a
roar
of
jubilation
erupted
outside
in
St
.
Peter
’
s
Square
.
The
spontaneous
celebration
of
the
crowd
was
tumultuous
.
The
cardinals
all
exchanged
startled
looks
.
Mortati
closed
his
eyes
.
"
God
help
us
.
"
For
the
second
time
that
evening
,
the
College
of
Cardinals
flooded
onto
St
.
Peter
’
s
Square
.
Langdon
and
Vittoria
were
swept
up
in
the
jostling
crowd
of
cardinals
,
and
they
too
emerged
into
the
night
air
.
The
media
lights
and
cameras
were
all
pivoted
toward
the
basilica
.
And
there
,
having
just
stepped
onto
the
sacred
Papal
Balcony
located
in
the
exact
center
of
the
towering
façade
,
Camerlegno
Carlo
Ventresca
stood
with
his
arms
raised
to
the
heavens
.
Even
far
away
,
he
looked
like
purity
incarnate
.
A
figurine
.
Dressed
in
white
.
Flooded
with
light
.
The
energy
in
the
square
seemed
to
grow
like
a
cresting
wave
,
and
all
at
once
the
Swiss
Guard
barriers
gave
way
.
The
masses
streamed
toward
the
basilica
in
a
euphoric
torrent
of
humanity
.
The
onslaught
rushed
forward
—
people
crying
,
singing
,
media
cameras
flashing
.
Pandemonium
.
As
the
people
flooded
in
around
the
front
of
the
basilica
,
the
chaos
intensified
,
until
it
seemed
nothing
could
stop
it
.
And
then
something
did
.
High
above
,
the
camerlegno
made
the
smallest
of
gestures
.
He
folded
his
hands
before
him
.
Then
he
bowed
his
head
in
silent
prayer
.
One
by
one
,
then
dozens
by
dozens
,
then
hundreds
by
hundreds
,
the
people
bowed
their
heads
along
with
him
.
The
square
fell
silent
…
as
if
a
spell
had
been
cast
.
In
his
mind
,
swirling
and
distant
now
,
the
camerlegno
’
s
prayers
were
a
torrent
of
hopes
and
sorrows
…
forgive
me
,
Father
…
Mother
…
full
of
grace
…
you
are
the
church
…
may
you
understand
this
sacrifice
of
your
only
begotten
son
.
Oh
,
my
Jesus
…
save
us
from
the
fires
of
hell
…
take
all
souls
to
heaven
,
especially
,
those
most
in
need
of
thy
mercy
…
