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«
Designed
from
Da
Vinci
’
s
diaries
,
»
Sophie
said
.
«
My
grandfather
made
them
as
a
hobby
.
»
Of
course
,
Teabing
realized
.
He
had
seen
the
sketches
and
blueprints
.
The
key
to
finding
the
Holy
Grail
lies
inside
this
stone
.
Teabing
lifted
the
heavy
cryptex
from
the
box
,
holding
it
gently
.
Although
he
had
no
idea
how
to
open
the
cylinder
,
he
sensed
his
own
destiny
lay
inside
.
In
moments
of
failure
,
Teabing
had
questioned
whether
his
life
’
s
quest
would
ever
be
rewarded
.
Now
those
doubts
were
gone
forever
.
He
could
hear
the
ancient
words
…
the
foundation
of
the
Grail
legend
:
Vous
ne
trouvez
pas
le
Saint
-
Graal
,
c
’
est
le
Saint
-
Graal
qui
vous
trouve
.
You
do
not
find
the
Grail
,
the
Grail
finds
you
.
And
tonight
,
incredibly
,
the
key
to
finding
the
Holy
Grail
had
walked
right
through
his
front
door
.
While
Sophie
and
Teabing
sat
with
the
cryptex
and
talked
about
the
vinegar
,
the
dials
,
and
what
the
password
might
be
,
Langdon
carried
the
rosewood
box
across
the
room
to
a
well
-
lit
table
to
get
a
better
look
at
it
.
Something
Teabing
had
just
said
was
now
running
through
Langdon
’
s
mind
.
The
key
to
the
Grail
is
hidden
beneath
the
sign
of
the
Rose
.
Langdon
held
the
wooden
box
up
to
the
light
and
examined
the
inlaid
symbol
of
the
Rose
.
Although
his
familiarity
with
art
did
not
include
woodworking
or
inlaid
furniture
,
he
had
just
recalled
the
famous
tiled
ceiling
of
the
Spanish
monastery
outside
of
Madrid
,
where
,
three
centuries
after
its
construction
,
the
ceiling
tiles
began
to
fall
out
,
revealing
sacred
texts
scrawled
by
monks
on
the
plaster
beneath
.
Langdon
looked
again
at
the
Rose
.
Beneath
the
Rose
.
Sub
Rosa
.
Secret
.
A
bump
in
the
hallway
behind
him
made
Langdon
turn
.
He
saw
nothing
but
shadows
.
Teabing
’
s
manservant
most
likely
had
passed
through
.
Langdon
turned
back
to
the
box
.
He
ran
his
finger
over
the
smooth
edge
of
the
inlay
,
wondering
if
he
could
pry
the
Rose
out
,
but
the
craftsmanship
was
perfect
.
He
doubted
even
a
razor
blade
could
fit
in
between
the
inlaid
Rose
and
the
carefully
carved
depression
into
which
it
was
seated
.
