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She
is
begging
to
be
saved
from
the
Priory
’
s
folly
.
I
implore
you
both
to
recognize
this
opportunity
.
There
could
not
possibly
be
three
more
capable
people
assembled
at
this
moment
to
break
the
final
code
and
open
the
cryptex
.
»
Teabing
paused
,
his
eyes
alight
.
«
We
need
to
swear
an
oath
together
.
A
pledge
of
faith
to
one
another
.
A
knight
’
s
allegiance
to
uncover
the
truth
and
make
it
known
.
»
Sophie
stared
deep
into
Teabing
’
s
eyes
and
spoke
in
a
steely
tone
.
«
I
will
never
swear
an
oath
with
my
grandfather
’
s
murderer
.
Except
an
oath
that
I
will
see
you
go
to
prison
.
»
Teabing
’
s
heart
turned
grave
,
then
resolute
.
«
I
am
sorry
you
feel
that
way
,
mademoiselle
.
»
He
turned
and
aimed
the
gun
at
Langdon
.
«
And
you
,
Robert
?
Are
you
with
me
,
or
against
me
?
»
Bishop
Manuel
Aringarosa
’
s
body
had
endured
many
kinds
of
pain
,
and
yet
the
searing
heat
of
the
bullet
wound
in
his
chest
felt
profoundly
foreign
to
him
.
Deep
and
grave
.
Not
a
wound
of
the
flesh
…
but
closer
to
the
soul
.
He
opened
his
eyes
,
trying
to
see
,
but
the
rain
on
his
face
blurred
his
vision
.
Where
am
I
?
He
could
feel
powerful
arms
holding
him
,
carrying
his
limp
body
like
a
rag
doll
,
his
black
cassock
flapping
.
Lifting
a
weary
arm
,
he
mopped
his
eyes
and
saw
the
man
holding
him
was
Silas
.
The
great
albino
was
struggling
down
a
misty
sidewalk
,
shouting
for
a
hospital
,
his
voice
a
heartrending
wail
of
agony
.
His
red
eyes
were
focused
dead
ahead
,
tears
streaming
down
his
pale
,
blood
-
spattered
face
.
«
My
son
,
»
Aringarosa
whispered
,
»
you
’
re
hurt
.
»
Silas
glanced
down
,
his
visage
contorted
in
anguish
.
«
I
am
so
very
sorry
,
Father
.
»
He
seemed
almost
too
pained
to
speak
.
«
No
,
Silas
,
»
Aringarosa
replied
.
«
It
is
I
who
am
sorry
.
This
is
my
fault
.
»
The
Teacher
promised
me
there
would
be
no
killing
,
and
I
told
you
to
obey
him
fully
.
«
I
was
too
eager
.
Too
fearful
.
You
and
I
were
deceived
.
»
The
Teacher
was
never
going
to
deliver
us
the
Holy
Grail
.
Cradled
in
the
arms
of
the
man
he
had
taken
in
all
those
years
ago
,
Bishop
Aringarosa
felt
himself
reel
back
in
time
.
To
Spain
.
To
his
modest
beginnings
,
building
a
small
Catholic
church
in
Oviedo
with
Silas
.
And
later
,
to
New
York
City
,
where
he
had
proclaimed
the
glory
of
God
with
the
towering
Opus
Dei
Center
on
Lexington
Avenue
.
Five
months
ago
,
Aringarosa
had
received
devastating
news
.
His
life
’
s
work
was
in
jeopardy
.
He
recalled
,
with
vivid
detail
,
the
meeting
inside
Castel
Gandolfo
that
had
changed
his
life
…
the
news
that
had
set
this
entire
calamity
into
motion
.
