danbrown.thedavincicode-第69节

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　They　might　as　well　have　resurrected　Stonehenge　in　downtown　London。〃
　Sophie　eyed　Teabing。　〃What　about　the　rest　of　the　poem？〃
　The　historian's　mirthful　air　faded。　〃I'm　not　sure。　It's　puzzling。　We　will　need　to　examine　each　of　the　ten　tombs　carefully。　With　luck；　one　of　them　will　have　a　conspicuously　absent　orb。〃
　Langdon　realized　how　close　they　really　were。　If　the　missing　orb　revealed　the　password；　they　would　be　able　to　open　the　second　cryptex。　He　had　a　hard　time　imagining　what　they　might　find　inside。
　Langdon　eyed　the　poem　again。　It　was　like　some　kind　of　primordial　crossword　puzzle。　A　five…letter　word　that　speaks　of　the　Grail？　On　the　plane；　they　had　already　tried　all　the　obvious　passwords…GRAIL；　GRAAL；　GREAL；　VENUS；　MARIA；　JESUS；　SARAH…but　the　cylinder　had　not　budged。　Far　too　obvious。　Apparently　there　existed　some　other　five…letter　reference　to　the　Rose's　seeded　womb。　The　fact　that　the　word　was　eluding　a　specialist　like　Leigh　Teabing　signified　to　Langdon　that　it　was　no　ordinary　Grail　reference。
　〃Sir　Leigh？〃　Rémy　called　over　his　shoulder。　He　was　watching　them　in　the　rearview　mirror　through　the　open　divider。　〃You　said　Fleet　Street　is　near　Blackfriars　Bridge？〃
　〃Yes；　take　Victoria　Embankment。〃
　〃I'm　sorry。　I'm　not　sure　where　that　is。　We　usually　go　only　to　the　hospital。〃
　Teabing　rolled　his　eyes　at　Langdon　and　Sophie　and　grumbled；　〃I　swear；　sometimes　it's　like　baby…sitting　a　child。　One　moment　please。　Help　yourself　to　a　drink　and　savory　snacks。〃　He　left　them；　clambering　awkwardly　toward　the　open　divider　to　talk　to　Rémy。
　Sophie　turned　to　Langdon　now；　her　voice　quiet。　〃Robert；　nobody　knows　you　and　I　are　in　England。〃
　Langdon　realized　she　was　right。　The　Kent　police　would　tell　Fache　the　plane　was　empty；　and　Fache　would　have　to　assume　they　were　still　in　France。　We　are　invisible。　Leigh's　little　stunt　had　just　bought　them　a　lot　of　time。
　〃Fache　will　not　give　up　easily；〃　Sophie　said。　〃He　has　too　much　riding　on　this　arrest　now。〃
　Langdon　had　been　trying　not　to　think　about　Fache。　Sophie　had　promised　she　would　do　everything　in　her　power　to　exonerate　Langdon　once　this　was　over；　but　Langdon　was　starting　to　fear　it　might　not　matter。　Fache　could　easily　be　pan　of　this　plot。　Although　Langdon　could　not　imagine　the　Judicial　Police　tangled　up　in　the　Holy　Grail；　he　sensed　too　much　coincidence　tonight　to　disregard　Fache　as　a　possible　acplice。　Fache　is　religions；　and　he　is　intent　on　pinning　these　murders　on　me。　Then　again；　Sophie　had　argued　that　Fache　might　simply　be　overzealous　to　make　the　arrest。　After　all；　the　evidence　against　Langdon　was　substantial。　In　addition　to　Langdon's　name　scrawled　on　the　Louvre　floor　and　in　Saunière's　date　book；　Langdon　now　appeared　to　have　lied　about　his　manuscript　and　then　run　away。　At　Sophie's　suggestion。
　〃Robert；　I'm　sorry　you're　so　deeply　involved；〃　Sophie　said；　placing　her　hand　on　his　knee。　〃But　I'm　very　glad　you're　here。〃
　The　ment　sounded　more　pragmatic　than　romantic；　and　yet　Langdon　felt　an　unexpected　flicker　of　attraction　between　them。　He　gave　her　a　tired　smile。　〃I'm　a　lot　more　fun　when　I've　slept。〃
　Sophie　was　silent　for　several　seconds。　〃My　grandfather　asked　me　to　trust　you。　I'm　glad　I　listened　to　him　for　once。〃
　〃Your　grandfather　didn't　even　know　me。〃
　〃Even　so；　I　can't　help　but　think　you've　done　everything　he　would　have　wanted。　You　helped　me　find　the　keystone；　explained　the　Sangreal；　told　me　about　the　ritual　in　the　basement。〃　She　paused。　〃Somehow　I　feel　closer　to　my　grandfather　tonight　than　I　have　in　years。　I　know　he　would　be　happy　about　that。〃
　In　the　distance；　now；　the　skyline　of　London　began　to　materialize　through　the　dawn　drizzle。　Once　dominated　by　Big　Ben　and　Tower　Bridge；　the　horizon　now　bowed　to　the　Millennium　Eye…a　colossal；　ultramodern　Ferris　wheel　that　climbed　five　hundred　feet　and　afforded　breathtaking　views　of　the　city。　Langdon　had　attempted　to　board　it　once；　but　the　〃viewing　capsules〃　reminded　him　of　sealed　sarcophagi；　and　he　opted　to　keep　his　feet　on　the　ground　and　enjoy　the　view　from　the　airy　banks　of　the　Thames。
　Langdon　felt　a　squeeze　on　his　knee；　pulling　him　back；　and　Sophie's　green　eyes　were　on　him。　He　realized　she　had　been　speaking　to　him。　〃What　do　you　think　we　should　do　with　the　Sangreal　documents　if　we　ever　find　them？〃　she　whispered。
　〃What　I　think　is　immaterial；〃　Langdon　said。　〃Your　grandfather　gave　the　cryptex　to　you；　and　you　should　do　with　it　what　your　instinct　tells　you　he　would　want　done。〃
　〃I'm　asking　for　your　opinion。　You　obviously　wrote　something　in　that　manuscript　that　made　my　grandfather　trust　your　judgment。　He　scheduled　a　private　meeting　with　you。　That's　rare。〃
　〃Maybe　he　wanted　to　tell　me　I　have　it　all　wrong。〃
　〃Why　would　he　tell　me　to　find　you　unless　he　liked　your　ideas？　In　your　manuscript；　did　you　support　the　idea　that　the　Sangreal　documents　should　be　revealed　or　stay　buried？〃
　〃Neither。　I　made　no　judgment　either　way。　The　manuscript　deals　with　the　symbology　of　the　sacred　feminine…tracing　her　iconography　throughout　history。　I　certainly　didn't　presume　to　know　where　the　Grail　is　hidden　or　whether　it　should　ever　be　revealed。〃
　〃And　yet　you're　writing　a　book　about　it；　so　you　obviously　feel　the　information　should　be　shared。〃
　〃There's　an　enormous　difference　between　hypothetically　discussing　an　alternate　history　of　Christ；　and。。。〃　He　paused。
　〃And　what？〃
　〃And　presenting　to　the　world　thousands　of　ancient　documents　as　scientific　evidence　that　the　New　Testament　is　false　testimony。〃
　〃But　you　told　me　the　New　Testament　is　based　on　fabrications。〃
　Langdon　smiled。　〃Sophie；　every　faith　in　the　world　is　based　on　fabrication。　That　is　the　definition　of　faith…acceptance　of　that　which　we　imagine　to　be　true；　that　which　we　cannot　prove。　Every　religion　describes　God　through　metaphor；　allegory；　and　exaggeration；　from　the　early　Egyptians　through　modern　Sunday　school。　Metaphors　are　a　way　to　help　our　minds　process　the　unprocessible。　The　problems　arise　when　we　begin　to　believe　literally　in　our　own　metaphors。〃
　〃So　you　are　in　favor　of　the　Sangreal　documents　staying　buried　forever？〃
　〃I'm　a　historian。　I'm　opposed　to　the　destruction　of　documents；　and　I　would　love　to　see　religious　scholars　have　more　information　to　ponder　the　exceptional　life　of　Jesus　Christ。〃
　〃You're　arguing　both　sides　of　my　question。〃
　〃Am　I？　The　Bible　represents　a　fundamental　guidepost　for　millions　of　people　on　the　planet；　in　much　the　same　way　the　Koran；　Torah；　and　Pali　Canon　offer　guidance　to　people　of　other　religions。　If　you　and　I　could　dig　up　documentation　that　contradicted　the　holy　stories　of　Islamic　belief；　Judaic　belief；　Buddhist　belief；　pagan　belief；　should　we　do　that？　Should　we　wave　a　flag　and　tell　the　Buddhists　that　we　have　proof　the　Buddha　did　not　e　from　a　lotus　blossom？　Or　that　Jesus　was　not　born　of　a　literal　virgin　birth？　Those　who　truly　understand　their　faiths　understand　the　stories　are　metaphorical。〃
　Sophie　looked　skeptical。　〃My　friends　who　are　devout　Christians　definitely　believe　that　Christ　literally　walked　on　water；　literally　turned　water　into　wine；　and　was　born　of　a　literal　virgin　birth。〃
　〃My　point　exactly；〃　Langdon　said。　〃Religious　allegory　has　bee　a　part　of　the　fabric　of　reality。　And　living　in　that　reality　helps　millions　of　people　cope　and　be　better　people。〃
　〃But　it　appears　their　reality　is　false。〃
　Langdon　chuckled。　〃No　more　false　than　that　of　a　mathematical　cryptographer　who　believes　in　the　imaginary　number　'i'　because　it　helps　her　break　codes。〃
　Sophie　frowned。　〃That's　not　fair。〃
　A　moment　passed。
　〃What　was　your　question　again？〃　Langdon　asked。
　〃I　can't　remember。〃
　He　smiled。　〃Works　every　time。〃
　　
　CHAPTER　83
　
　Langdon's　Mickey　Mouse　wristwatch　read　almost　seven…thirty　when　he　emerged　from　the　Jaguar　limousine　onto　Inner　Temple　Lane　with　Sophie　and　Teabing。　The　threesome　wound　through　a　maze　of　buildings　to　a　small　courtyard　outside　the　Temple　Church。　The　rough…hewn　stone　shimmered　in　the　rain；　and　doves　cooed　in　the　architecture　overhead。
　London's　ancient　Temple　Church　was　constructed　entirely　of　Caen　stone。　A　dramatic；　circular　edifice　with　a　daunting　facade；　a　central　turret；　and　a　protruding　nave　off　one　side；　the　church　looked　more　like　a　military　stronghold　than　a　place　of　worship。　Consecrated　on　the　tenth　of　February　in　1185　by　Heraclius；　Patriarch　of　Jerusalem；　the　Temple　Church　survived　eight　centuries　of　political　turmoil；　the　Great　Fire　of　London；　and　the　First　World　War；　only　to　be　heavily　damaged　by　Luftwaffe　incendiary　bombs　in　1940。　After　the　war；　it　was　restored　to　its　original；　stark　grandeur。
　The　simplicity　of　the　circle；　Langdon　thought；　admiring　the　building　for　the　first　time。　The　architecture　was　coarse　and　simple；　more　reminiscent　of　Rome's　rugged　Castel　Sant'Angelo　than　the　refined　Pantheon。　The　boxy　annex　jutting　out　to　the　right　was　an　unfortunate　eyesore；　although　it　did　little　to　shroud　the　original　pagan　shape　of　the　primary　structure。
　〃It's　early　on　a　Saturday；〃　Teabing　said；　hobbling　toward　the　entrance；　〃so　I'm　assuming　we　won't　have　services　to　deal　with。〃
　The　church's　entryway　was　a　recessed　stone　niche　inside　which　stood　a　large　wooden　door。　To　the　left　of　the　door；　looking　entirely　out　of　place；　hung　a　bulletin　board　covered　with　concert　schedules　and　religious　service　announce