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The
rest
of
the
visitors
were
now
leaving
,
and
the
young
docent
made
his
way
across
the
chapel
to
them
with
a
pleasant
smile
.
He
was
a
handsome
young
man
in
his
late
twenties
,
with
a
Scottish
brogue
and
strawberry
blond
hair
.
«
I
’
m
about
to
close
up
for
the
day
.
May
I
help
you
find
anything
?
»
How
about
the
Holy
Grail
?
Langdon
wanted
to
say
.
«
The
code
,
»
Sophie
blurted
,
in
sudden
revelation
.
«
There
’
s
a
code
here
!
»
The
docent
looked
pleased
by
her
enthusiasm
.
«
Yes
there
is
,
ma
’
am
.
»
«
It
’
s
on
the
ceiling
,
»
she
said
,
turning
to
the
right
-
hand
wall
.
«
Somewhere
over
…
there
.
»
He
smiled
.
«
Not
your
first
visit
to
Rosslyn
,
I
see
.
»
The
code
,
Langdon
thought
.
He
had
forgotten
that
little
bit
of
lore
.
Among
Rosslyn
’
s
numerous
mysteries
was
a
vaulted
archway
from
which
hundreds
of
stone
blocks
protruded
,
jutting
down
to
form
a
bizarre
multifaceted
surface
.
Each
block
was
carved
with
a
symbol
,
seemingly
at
random
,
creating
a
cipher
of
unfathomable
proportion
.
Some
people
believed
the
code
revealed
the
entrance
to
the
vault
beneath
the
chapel
.
Others
believed
it
told
the
true
Grail
legend
.
Not
that
it
mattered
–
cryptographers
had
been
trying
for
centuries
to
decipher
its
meaning
.
To
this
day
the
Rosslyn
Trust
offered
a
generous
reward
to
anyone
who
could
unveil
the
secret
meaning
,
but
the
code
remained
a
mystery
.
«
I
’
d
be
happy
to
show
…
»
The
docent
’
s
voice
trailed
off
.
My
first
code
,
Sophie
thought
,
moving
alone
,
in
a
trance
,
toward
the
encoded
archway
.
Having
handed
the
rosewood
box
to
Langdon
,
she
could
feel
herself
momentarily
forgetting
all
about
the
Holy
Grail
,
the
Priory
of
Sion
,
and
all
the
mysteries
of
the
past
day
.
When
she
arrived
beneath
the
encoded
ceiling
and
saw
the
symbols
above
her
,
the
memories
came
flooding
back
.
She
was
recalling
her
first
visit
here
,
and
strangely
,
the
memories
conjured
an
unexpected
sadness
.
She
was
a
little
girl
…
a
year
or
so
after
her
family
’
s
death
.
Her
grandfather
had
brought
her
to
Scotland
on
a
short
vacation
.
They
had
come
to
see
Rosslyn
Chapel
before
going
back
to
Paris
.
It
was
late
evening
,
and
the
chapel
was
closed
.
But
they
were
still
inside
.
«
Can
we
go
home
,
Grand
-
père
?
»
Sophie
begged
,
feeling
tired
.
«
Soon
,
dear
,
very
soon
.
»
His
voice
was
melancholy
.
«
I
have
one
last
thing
I
need
to
do
here
.
How
about
if
you
wait
in
the
car
?
»
