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«
As
I
expressed
when
we
first
spoke
,
Bishop
,
you
would
do
well
to
remember
that
you
are
not
the
only
man
on
the
verge
of
losing
everything
.
»
You
seek
the
orb
that
ought
be
on
his
tomb
.
Each
of
the
carved
knights
within
the
Temple
Church
lay
on
his
back
with
his
head
resting
on
a
rectangular
stone
pillow
.
Sophie
felt
a
chill
.
The
poem
’
s
reference
to
an
»
orb
»
conjured
images
of
the
night
in
her
grandfather
’
s
basement
.
Hieros
Gamos
.
The
orbs
.
Sophie
wondered
if
the
ritual
had
been
performed
in
this
very
sanctuary
.
The
circular
room
seemed
custom
-
built
for
such
a
pagan
rite
.
A
stone
pew
encircled
a
bare
expanse
of
floor
in
the
middle
.
A
theater
in
the
round
,
as
Robert
had
called
it
.
She
imagined
this
chamber
at
night
,
filled
with
masked
people
,
chanting
by
torchlight
,
all
witnessing
a
»
sacred
communion
»
in
the
center
of
the
room
.
Forcing
the
image
from
her
mind
,
she
advanced
with
Langdon
and
Teabing
toward
the
first
group
of
knights
.
Despite
Teabing
’
s
insistence
that
their
investigation
should
be
conducted
meticulously
,
Sophie
felt
eager
and
pushed
ahead
of
them
,
making
a
cursory
walk
-
through
of
the
five
knights
on
the
left
.
Scrutinizing
these
first
tombs
,
Sophie
noted
the
similarities
and
differences
between
them
.
Every
knight
was
on
his
back
,
but
three
of
the
knights
had
their
legs
extended
straight
out
while
two
had
their
legs
crossed
.
The
oddity
seemed
to
have
no
relevance
to
the
missing
orb
.
Examining
their
clothing
,
Sophie
noted
that
two
of
the
knights
wore
tunics
over
their
armor
,
while
the
other
three
wore
ankle
-
length
robes
.
Again
,
utterly
unhelpful
.
Sophie
turned
her
attention
to
the
only
other
obvious
difference
–
their
hand
positions
.
Two
knights
clutched
swords
,
two
prayed
,
and
one
had
his
arms
at
his
side
.
After
a
long
moment
looking
at
the
hands
,
Sophie
shrugged
,
having
seen
no
hint
anywhere
of
a
conspicuously
absent
orb
.
Feeling
the
weight
of
the
cryptex
in
her
sweater
pocket
,
she
glanced
back
at
Langdon
and
Teabing
.
The
men
were
moving
slowly
,
still
only
at
the
third
knight
,
apparently
having
no
luck
either
.
In
no
mood
to
wait
,
she
turned
away
from
them
toward
the
second
group
of
knights
.
As
she
crossed
the
open
space
,
she
quietly
recited
the
poem
she
had
read
so
many
times
now
that
it
was
committed
to
memory
.
