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All
evening
Langdon
had
suspected
that
Sophie
’
s
grandmother
was
closely
tied
to
the
operations
of
the
Priory
.
After
all
,
the
Priory
had
always
had
women
members
.
Four
Grand
Masters
had
been
women
.
The
sénéchaux
were
traditionally
men
–
the
guardians
–
and
yet
women
held
far
more
honored
status
within
the
Priory
and
could
ascend
to
the
highest
post
from
virtually
any
rank
.
Langdon
thought
of
Leigh
Teabing
and
Westminster
Abbey
.
It
seemed
a
lifetime
ago
.
«
Was
the
Church
pressuring
your
husband
not
to
release
the
Sangreal
documents
at
the
End
of
Days
?
»
«
Heavens
no
.
The
End
of
Days
is
a
legend
of
paranoid
minds
.
There
is
nothing
in
the
Priory
doctrine
that
identifies
a
date
at
which
the
Grail
should
be
unveiled
.
In
fact
the
Priory
has
always
maintained
that
the
Grail
should
never
be
unveiled
.
»
«
Never
?
»
Langdon
was
stunned
.
«
It
is
the
mystery
and
wonderment
that
serve
our
souls
,
not
the
Grail
itself
.
The
beauty
of
the
Grail
lies
in
her
ethereal
nature
.
»
Marie
Chauvel
gazed
up
at
Rosslyn
now
.
«
For
some
,
the
Grail
is
a
chalice
that
will
bring
them
everlasting
life
.
For
others
,
it
is
the
quest
for
lost
documents
and
secret
history
.
And
for
most
,
I
suspect
the
Holy
Grail
is
simply
a
grand
idea
…
a
glorious
unattainable
treasure
that
somehow
,
even
in
today
’
s
world
of
chaos
,
inspires
us
.
»
«
But
if
the
Sangreal
documents
remain
hidden
,
the
story
of
Mary
Magdalene
will
be
lost
forever
,
»
Langdon
said
.
«
Will
it
?
Look
around
you
.
Her
story
is
being
told
in
art
,
music
,
and
books
.
More
so
every
day
.
The
pendulum
is
swinging
.
We
are
starting
to
sense
the
dangers
of
our
history
…
and
of
our
destructive
paths
.
We
are
beginning
to
sense
the
need
to
restore
the
sacred
feminine
.
»
She
paused
.
«
You
mentioned
you
are
writing
a
manuscript
about
the
symbols
of
the
sacred
feminine
,
are
you
not
?
»
«
I
am
.
»
She
smiled
.
«
Finish
it
,
Mr
.
Langdon
.
Sing
her
song
.
The
world
needs
modern
troubadours
.
»
Langdon
fell
silent
,
feeling
the
weight
of
her
message
upon
him
.
Across
the
open
spaces
,
a
new
moon
was
rising
above
the
tree
line
.
Turning
his
eyes
toward
Rosslyn
,
Langdon
felt
a
boyish
craving
to
know
her
secrets
.
Don
’
t
ask
,
he
told
himself
.
This
is
not
the
moment
.
He
glanced
at
the
papyrus
in
Marie
’
s
hand
,
and
then
back
at
Rosslyn
.
