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The
butler
guided
them
through
a
lush
marble
foyer
into
an
exquisitely
adorned
drawing
room
,
softly
lit
by
tassel
-
draped
Victorian
lamps
.
The
air
inside
smelled
antediluvian
,
regal
somehow
,
with
traces
of
pipe
tobacco
,
tea
leaves
,
cooking
sherry
,
and
the
earthen
aroma
of
stone
architecture
.
Against
the
far
wall
,
flanked
between
two
glistening
suits
of
chain
mail
armor
,
was
a
rough
-
hewn
fireplace
large
enough
to
roast
an
ox
.
Walking
to
the
hearth
,
the
butler
knelt
and
touched
a
match
to
a
pre
-
laid
arrangement
of
oak
logs
and
kindling
.
A
fire
quickly
crackled
to
life
.
The
man
stood
,
straightening
his
jacket
.
«
His
master
requests
that
you
make
yourselves
at
home
.
»
With
that
,
he
departed
,
leaving
Langdon
and
Sophie
alone
.
Sophie
wondered
which
of
the
fireside
antiques
she
was
supposed
to
sit
on
–
the
Renaissance
velvet
divan
,
the
rustic
eagle
-
claw
rocker
,
or
the
pair
of
stone
pews
that
looked
like
they
’
d
been
lifted
from
some
Byzantine
temple
.
Langdon
unwrapped
the
cryptex
from
his
coat
,
walked
to
the
velvet
divan
,
and
slid
the
wooden
box
deep
underneath
it
,
well
out
of
sight
.
Then
,
shaking
out
his
jacket
,
he
put
it
back
on
,
smoothed
the
lapels
,
and
smiled
at
Sophie
as
he
sat
down
directly
over
the
stashed
treasure
.
The
divan
it
is
,
Sophie
thought
,
taking
a
seat
beside
him
.
As
she
stared
into
the
growing
fire
,
enjoying
the
warmth
,
Sophie
had
the
sensation
that
her
grandfather
would
have
loved
this
room
.
The
dark
wood
paneling
was
bedecked
with
Old
Master
paintings
,
one
of
which
Sophie
recognized
as
a
Poussin
,
her
grandfather
’
s
second
-
favorite
painter
.
On
the
mantel
above
the
fireplace
,
an
alabaster
bust
of
Isis
watched
over
the
room
.
Beneath
the
Egyptian
goddess
,
inside
the
fireplace
,
two
stone
gargoyles
served
as
andirons
,
their
mouths
gaping
to
reveal
their
menacing
hollow
throats
.
Gargoyles
had
always
terrified
Sophie
as
a
child
;
that
was
,
until
her
grandfather
cured
her
of
the
fear
by
taking
her
atop
Notre
Dame
Cathedral
in
a
rainstorm
.
«
Princess
,
look
at
these
silly
creatures
,
»
he
had
told
her
,
pointing
to
the
gargoyle
rainspouts
with
their
mouths
gushing
water
.
«
Do
you
hear
that
funny
sound
in
their
throats
?
»
Sophie
nodded
,
having
to
smile
at
the
burping
sound
of
the
water
gurgling
through
their
throats
.
«
They
’
re
gargling
,
»
her
grandfather
told
her
.
«
Gargariser
!
And
that
’
s
where
they
get
the
silly
name
“
gargoyles
”
.
»
Sophie
had
never
again
been
afraid
.
The
fond
memory
caused
Sophie
a
pang
of
sadness
as
the
harsh
reality
of
the
murder
gripped
her
again
.
Grand
-
père
is
gone
.
She
pictured
the
cryptex
under
the
divan
and
wondered
if
Leigh
Teabing
would
have
any
idea
how
to
open
it
.
Or
if
we
even
should
ask
him
.
Sophie
’
s
grandfather
’
s
final
words
had
instructed
her
to
find
Robert
Langdon
.
He
had
said
nothing
about
involving
anyone
else
.
We
needed
somewhere
to
hide
,
Sophie
said
,
deciding
to
trust
Robert
’
s
judgment
.
«
Sir
Robert
!
»
a
voice
bellowed
somewhere
behind
them
.
«
I
see
you
travel
with
a
maiden
.
»
