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Chapter 22

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           Now,stillonhiskneesinapew,Silasglancedaroundthechurchandlistenedtomakesurenoonewasthere.Foramoment,hethoughtheheardarustlinginthechoirbalcony.Heturnedandgazedupforseveralseconds.Nothing.

           Iamalone.

           Standingnow,hefacedthealtarandgenuflectedthreetimes.Thenheturnedleftandfollowedthebrasslineduenorthtowardtheobelisk.

           Atthatmoment,atLeonardoDaVinciInternationalAirportinRome,thejoltoftireshittingtherunwaystartledBishopAringarosafromhisslumber.

           Idriftedoff,hethought,impressedhewasrelaxedenoughtosleep.

           «BenvenutoaRoma,»theintercomannounced.

           Sittingup,Aringarosastraightenedhisblackcassockandallowedhimselfararesmile.Thiswasonetriphehadbeenhappytomake.Ihavebeenonthedefensivefortoolong.Tonight,however,theruleshadchanged.Onlyfivemonthsago,AringarosahadfearedforthefutureoftheFaith.Now,asifbythewillofGod,thesolutionhadpresenteditself.

           Divineintervention.

           IfallwentasplannedtonightinParis,AringarosawouldsoonbeinpossessionofsomethingthatwouldmakehimthemostpowerfulmaninChristendom.

           

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