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Countless
orbs
.
The
Teacher
had
been
convinced
that
once
he
found
the
tomb
,
discerning
the
missing
orb
would
be
easy
.
Now
he
was
not
so
sure
.
He
was
gazing
at
a
complicated
map
of
the
heavens
.
Was
there
a
missing
planet
?
Had
some
astronomical
orb
been
omitted
from
a
constellation
?
He
had
no
idea
.
Even
so
,
the
Teacher
could
not
help
but
suspect
that
the
solution
would
be
ingeniously
clean
and
simple
–
«
a
knight
a
pope
interred
.
»
What
orb
am
I
looking
for
?
Certainly
,
an
advanced
knowledge
of
astrophysics
was
not
a
prerequisite
for
finding
the
Holy
Grail
,
was
it
?
It
speaks
of
Rosy
flesh
and
seeded
womb
.
The
Teacher
’
s
concentration
was
broken
by
several
approaching
tourists
.
He
slipped
the
cryptex
back
in
his
pocket
and
watched
warily
as
the
visitors
went
to
a
nearby
table
,
left
a
donation
in
the
cup
,
and
restocked
on
the
complimentary
grave
-
rubbing
supplies
set
out
by
the
abbey
.
Armed
with
fresh
charcoal
pencils
and
large
sheets
of
heavy
paper
,
they
headed
off
toward
the
front
of
the
abbey
,
probably
to
the
popular
Poets
’
Corner
to
pay
their
respects
to
Chaucer
,
Tennyson
,
and
Dickens
by
rubbing
furiously
on
their
graves
.
Alone
again
,
he
stepped
closer
to
the
tomb
,
scanning
it
from
bottom
to
top
.
He
began
with
the
clawed
feet
beneath
the
sarcophagus
,
moved
upward
past
Newton
,
past
his
books
on
science
,
past
the
two
boys
with
their
mathematical
scroll
,
up
the
face
of
the
pyramid
to
the
giant
orb
with
its
constellations
,
and
finally
up
to
the
niche
’
s
star
-
filled
canopy
.
What
orb
ought
to
be
here
…
and
yet
is
missing
?
He
touched
the
cryptex
in
his
pocket
as
if
he
could
somehow
divine
the
answer
from
Saunière
’
s
crafted
marble
.
Only
five
letters
separate
me
from
the
Grail
.
Pacing
now
near
the
corner
of
the
choir
screen
,
he
took
a
deep
breath
and
glanced
up
the
long
nave
toward
the
main
altar
in
the
distance
.
His
gaze
dropped
from
the
gilded
altar
down
to
the
bright
crimson
robe
of
an
abbey
docent
who
was
being
waved
over
by
two
very
familiar
individuals
.
Langdon
and
Neveu
.
Calmly
,
the
Teacher
moved
two
steps
back
behind
the
choir
screen
.
That
was
fast
.
He
had
anticipated
Langdon
and
Sophie
would
eventually
decipher
the
poem
’
s
meaning
and
come
to
Newton
’
s
tomb
,
but
this
was
sooner
than
he
had
imagined
Taking
a
deep
breath
,
the
Teacher
considered
his
options
.
He
had
grown
accustomed
to
dealing
with
surprises
.
