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Silas
was
already
screaming
in
horror
as
Bishop
Aringarosa
fell
.
More
than
three
thousand
people
are
entombed
or
enshrined
within
Westminster
Abbey
.
The
colossal
stone
interior
burgeons
with
the
remains
of
kings
,
statesmen
,
scientists
,
poets
,
and
musicians
.
Their
tombs
,
packed
into
every
last
niche
and
alcove
,
range
in
grandeur
from
the
most
regal
of
mausoleums
–
that
of
Queen
Elizabeth
I
,
whose
canopied
sarcophagus
inhabits
its
own
private
,
apsidal
chapel
–
down
to
the
most
modest
etched
floor
tiles
whose
inscriptions
have
worn
away
with
centuries
of
foot
traffic
,
leaving
it
to
one
’
s
imagination
whose
relics
might
lie
below
the
tile
in
the
undercroft
.
Designed
in
the
style
of
the
great
cathedrals
of
Amiens
,
Chartres
,
and
Canterbury
,
Westminster
Abbey
is
considered
neither
cathedral
nor
parish
church
.
It
bears
the
classification
of
royal
peculiar
,
subject
only
to
the
Sovereign
.
Since
hosting
the
coronation
of
William
the
Conqueror
on
Christmas
Day
in
1066
,
the
dazzling
sanctuary
has
witnessed
an
endless
procession
of
royal
ceremonies
and
affairs
of
state
–
from
the
canonization
of
Edward
the
Confessor
,
to
the
marriage
of
Prince
Andrew
and
Sarah
Ferguson
,
to
the
funerals
of
Henry
V
,
Queen
Elizabeth
I
,
and
Lady
Diana
.
Even
so
,
Robert
Langdon
currently
felt
no
interest
in
any
of
the
abbey
’
s
ancient
history
,
save
one
event
–
the
funeral
of
the
British
knight
Sir
Isaac
Newton
.
In
London
lies
a
knight
a
Pope
interred
.
Hurrying
through
the
grand
portico
on
the
north
transept
,
Langdon
and
Sophie
were
met
by
guards
who
politely
ushered
them
through
the
abbey
’
s
newest
addition
–
a
large
walk
-
through
metal
detector
–
now
present
in
most
historic
buildings
in
London
.
They
both
passed
through
without
setting
off
the
alarm
and
continued
to
the
abbey
entrance
.
Stepping
across
the
threshold
into
Westminster
Abbey
,
Langdon
felt
the
outside
world
evaporate
with
a
sudden
hush
.
No
rumble
of
traffic
.
No
hiss
of
rain
.
Just
a
deafening
silence
,
which
seemed
to
reverberate
back
and
forth
as
if
the
building
were
whispering
to
itself
.
Langdon
’
s
and
Sophie
’
s
eyes
,
like
those
of
almost
every
visitor
,
shifted
immediately
skyward
,
where
the
abbey
’
s
great
abyss
seemed
to
explode
overhead
.
Gray
stone
columns
ascended
like
redwoods
into
the
shadows
,
arching
gracefully
over
dizzying
expanses
,
and
then
shooting
back
down
to
the
stone
floor
.
Before
them
,
the
wide
alley
of
the
north
transept
stretched
out
like
a
deep
canyon
,
flanked
by
sheer
cliffs
of
stained
glass
.
On
sunny
days
,
the
abbey
floor
was
a
prismatic
patchwork
of
light
.
Today
,
the
rain
and
darkness
gave
this
massive
hollow
a
wraithlike
aura
…
more
like
that
of
the
crypt
it
truly
was
.
«
It
’
s
practically
empty
,
»
Sophie
whispered
.
