Now her face grew serious. "Mr. Langdon, considering what you've
done for me tonight, and as
curator of the Rosslyn Trust, I can tell you for certain that the Grail is no longer here."
Langdon decided to press. "But the keystone is supposed to point to the place where the Holy Grail
is hidden
now. Why does it point to Rosslyn?"
"Maybe you're misreading its meaning. Remember, the Grail can be deceptive. As could my late
husband."
"But how much clearer could he be?" he asked. "We are standing over an underground vault
marked by the blade and chalice,
underneath a ceiling of stars, surrounded by the art of Master
Masons. Everything speaks of Rosslyn."
"Very well, let me see this mysterious verse." She unrolled the papyrus and read the poem aloud in
a deliberate tone.
The Holy Grail 'neath ancient Roslin waits.
The blade and chalice guarding o'er Her gates.
Adorned in masters' loving art, She lies.
She rests at last beneath the starry skies.
When she finished, she was still for several seconds, until a knowing smile crossed her lips. "Aah,
Jacques."
Langdon watched her expectantly. "You
understand this?"
"As you have witnessed on the chapel floor, Mr. Langdon, there are many ways to see simple
things."
Langdon strained to understand. Everything about Jacques Saunière
seemed to have double
meanings, and yet Langdon could see no further.
Marie gave a tired yawn. "Mr. Langdon, I will make a confession to you. I have never officially
been privy to the present location of the Grail. But, of course, I
was married to a person of
enormous influence... and my women's intuition is strong." Langdon started to speak but Marie
continued. "I am sorry that after all your hard work, you will be leaving Rosslyn without any real
answers. And yet, something tells me you will eventually find what you seek. One day it will dawn
on you." She smiled. "And when it does,
I trust that you, of all people, can keep a secret."
There was a sound of someone arriving in the doorway. "Both of you disappeared," Sophie said,
entering.
"I was just leaving," her grandmother replied, walking over to Sophie at the door. "Good night,
princess." She kissed Sophie's forehead. "Don't keep Mr. Langdon out too late."
Langdon and Sophie watched her grandmother walk back toward the fieldstone house. When
Sophie turned to him, her eyes were awash in deep emotion. "Not exactly the ending I expected."
That makes two of us, he thought. Langdon could see she was overwhelmed.
The news she had
received tonight had changed everything in her life. "Are you okay? It's a lot to take in."
She smiled quietly. "I have a family. That's where I'm going to start. Who we are and where we
came from will take some time."
Langdon remained silent.
"Beyond tonight, will you stay with us?" Sophie asked. "At least for a few days?"
Langdon sighed, wanting nothing more. "You need some time here with your family, Sophie. I'm
going back to Paris in the morning."
She looked disappointed but seemed to know it was the right thing to do. Neither of them spoke for
a long time. Finally Sophie reached over and, taking his hand, led him out of the chapel. They
walked to a small rise on the bluff. From here, the Scottish countryside spread out before them,
suffused in a pale moonlight that sifted through the departing clouds.
They stood in silence,
holding hands, both of them fighting the descending shroud of exhaustion.
The stars were just now appearing, but to the east, a single point of light glowed brighter than any
other. Langdon smiled when he saw it. It was Venus. The ancient Goddess shining down with her
steady and patient light.
The night was growing cooler, a crisp breeze rolling up from the lowlands. After a while, Langdon
looked over at Sophie.
Her eyes were closed, her lips relaxed in a contented smile. Langdon could
feel his own eyes growing heavy. Reluctantly, he squeezed her hand. "Sophie?"
Slowly, she opened her eyes and turned to him. Her face was beautiful in the moonlight. She gave
him a sleepy smile. "Hi."
Langdon felt an unexpected sadness to realize he would be returning to Paris without her. "I may
be gone before you wake up." He paused, a knot growing in his throat. "I'm sorry, I'm not very
good at—"
Sophie reached out and placed her soft hand on the side of his face. Then, leaning forward, she
kissed him tenderly on the cheek. "When can I see you again?"
Langdon reeled momentarily, lost in her eyes. "When?" He paused,
curious if she had any idea
how much he had been wondering the same thing. "Well, actually, next month I'm lecturing at a
conference in Florence. I'll be there a week without much to do."
"Is that an invitation?"
"We'd be living in luxury. They're giving me a room at the Brunelleschi."
Sophie smiled playfully. "You presume a lot, Mr. Langdon."
He cringed at how it had sounded. "What I meant—"
"I would love nothing more than to meet you in Florence, Robert. But on
one condition." Her tone
turned serious. "No museums, no churches, no tombs, no art, no relics."
"In Florence? For a week? There's nothing else to do."
Sophie leaned
forward and kissed him again, now on the lips. Their bodies came together, softly at
first, and then completely. When she pulled away, her eyes were full of promise.
"Right," Langdon managed. "It's a date."
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