Chapter 64

           Teabingsatonthedivan,cradlingthewoodenboxonhislapandadmiringthelid’sintricateinlaidRose.Tonighthasbecomethestrangestandmostmagicalnightofmylife.

           «Liftthelid,»Sophiewhispered,standingoverhim,besideLangdon.

           Teabingsmiled.Donotrushme.Havingspentoveradecadesearchingforthiskeystone,hewantedtosavoreverymillisecondofthismoment.Heranapalmacrossthewoodenlid,feelingthetextureoftheinlaidflower.

           «TheRose,»hewhispered.TheRoseisMagdaleneistheHolyGrail.TheRoseisthecompassthatguidestheway.Teabingfeltfoolish.ForyearshehadtraveledtocathedralsandchurchesalloverFrance,payingforspecialaccess,examininghundredsofarchwaysbeneathrosewindows,searchingforanencryptedkeystone.LaclefdevoûteastonekeybeneaththesignoftheRose.

           Teabingslowlyunlatchedthelidandraisedit.

           Ashiseyesfinallygazeduponthecontents,heknewinaninstantitcouldonlybethekeystone.Hewasstaringatastonecylinder,craftedofinterconnectinglettereddials.Thedeviceseemedsurprisinglyfamiliartohim.

           «DesignedfromDaVinci’sdiaries,»Sophiesaid.«Mygrandfathermadethemasahobby.»

           Ofcourse,Teabingrealized.Hehadseenthesketchesandblueprints.ThekeytofindingtheHolyGrailliesinsidethisstone.Teabingliftedtheheavycryptexfromthebox,holdingitgently.Althoughhehadnoideahowtoopenthecylinder,hesensedhisowndestinylayinside.Inmomentsoffailure,Teabinghadquestionedwhetherhislife’squestwouldeverberewarded.Nowthosedoubtsweregoneforever.

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