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Miraculous
fate
!
Aringarosa
put
Silas
in
contact
with
the
man
who
had
proposed
the
plan
–
a
man
who
called
himself
the
Teacher
.
Although
the
Teacher
and
Silas
never
met
face
-
to
-
face
,
each
time
they
spoke
by
phone
,
Silas
was
awed
,
both
by
the
profundity
of
the
Teacher
’
s
faith
and
by
the
scope
of
his
power
.
The
Teacher
seemed
to
be
a
man
who
knew
all
,
a
man
with
eyes
and
ears
in
all
places
.
How
the
Teacher
gathered
his
information
,
Silas
did
not
know
,
but
Aringarosa
had
placed
enormous
trust
in
the
Teacher
,
and
he
had
told
Silas
to
do
the
same
.
«
Do
as
the
Teacher
commands
you
,
»
the
bishop
told
Silas
.
«
And
we
will
be
victorious
.
»
Victorious
.
Silas
now
gazed
at
the
bare
floor
and
feared
victory
had
eluded
them
.
The
Teacher
had
been
tricked
.
The
keystone
was
a
devious
dead
end
.
And
with
the
deception
,
all
hope
had
vanished
.
Silas
wished
he
could
call
Bishop
Aringarosa
and
warn
him
,
but
the
Teacher
had
removed
all
their
lines
of
direct
communication
tonight
.
For
our
safety
.
Finally
,
overcoming
enormous
trepidation
,
Silas
crawled
to
his
feet
and
found
his
robe
,
which
lay
on
the
floor
.
He
dug
his
cell
phone
from
the
pocket
.
Hanging
his
head
in
shame
,
he
dialed
.
«
Teacher
,
»
he
whispered
,
»
all
is
lost
.
»
Silas
truthfully
told
the
man
how
he
had
been
tricked
.
»
You
lose
your
faith
too
quickly
,
»
the
Teacher
replied
.
«
I
have
just
received
news
.
Most
unexpected
and
welcome
.
The
secret
lives
.
Jacques
Saunière
transferred
information
before
he
died
.
I
will
call
you
soon
.
Our
work
tonight
is
not
yet
done
.
»
Riding
inside
the
dimly
lit
cargo
hold
of
the
armored
truck
was
like
being
transported
inside
a
cell
for
solitary
confinement
.
Langdon
fought
the
all
too
familiar
anxiety
that
haunted
him
in
confined
spaces
.
Vernet
said
he
would
take
us
a
safe
distance
out
of
the
city
.
Where
?
How
far
?
Langdon
’
s
legs
had
gotten
stiff
from
sitting
cross
-
legged
on
the
metal
floor
,
and
he
shifted
his
position
,
wincing
to
feel
the
blood
pouring
back
into
his
lower
body
.
In
his
arms
,
he
still
clutched
the
bizarre
treasure
they
had
extricated
from
the
bank
.
«
I
think
we
’
re
on
the
highway
now
,
»
Sophie
whispered
.
Langdon
sensed
the
same
thing
.
The
truck
,
after
an
unnerving
pause
atop
the
bank
ramp
,
had
moved
on
,
snaking
left
and
right
for
a
minute
or
two
,
and
was
now
accelerating
to
what
felt
like
top
speed
.
Beneath
them
,
the
bulletproof
tires
hummed
on
smooth
pavement
.
Forcing
his
attention
to
the
rosewood
box
in
his
arms
,
Langdon
laid
the
precious
bundle
on
the
floor
,
unwrapped
his
jacket
,
and
extracted
the
box
,
pulling
it
toward
him
.
Sophie
shifted
her
position
so
they
were
sitting
side
by
side
.
Langdon
suddenly
felt
like
they
were
two
kids
huddled
over
a
Christmas
present
.
In
contrast
to
the
warm
colors
of
the
rosewood
box
,
the
inlaid
rose
had
been
crafted
of
a
pale
wood
,
probably
ash
,
which
shone
clearly
in
the
dim
light
.
The
Rose
.
Entire
armies
and
religions
had
been
built
on
this
symbol
,
as
had
secret
societies
.
The
Rosicrucians
.
The
Knights
of
the
Rosy
Cross
.
«
Go
ahead
,
»
Sophie
said
.
«
Open
it
.
»
