Chapter 74

           «You’requiet,»Langdonsaid,gazingacrosstheHawker’scabinatSophie.«Justtired,»shereplied.«Andthepoem.Idon’tknow.»Langdonwasfeelingthesameway.Thehumoftheenginesandthegentlerockingoftheplanewerehypnotic,andhisheadstillthrobbedwherehe’dbeenhitbythemonk.Teabingwasstillinthebackoftheplane,andLangdondecidedtotakeadvantageofthemomentalonewithSophietotellhersomethingthathadbeenonhismind.«IthinkIknowpartofthereasonwhyyourgrandfatherconspiredtoputustogether.Ithinkthere’ssomethinghewantedmetoexplaintoyou.»

           «ThehistoryoftheHolyGrailandMaryMagdaleneisn’tenough?»

           Langdonfeltuncertainhowtoproceed.«Theriftbetweenyou.Thereasonyouhaven’tspokentohimintenyears.IthinkmaybehewashopingIcouldsomehowmakethatrightbyexplainingwhatdroveyouapart.»

           Sophiesquirmedinherseat.«Ihaven’ttoldyouwhatdroveusapart.»Langdoneyedhercarefully.«Youwitnessedasexrite.Didn’tyou?»Sophierecoiled.«Howdoyouknowthat?»«Sophie,youtoldmeyouwitnessedsomethingthatconvincedyouyourgrandfatherwasinasecretsociety.Andwhateveryousawupsetyouenoughthatyouhaven’tspokentohimsince.Iknowafairamountaboutsecretsocieties.Itdoesn’ttakethebrainsofDaVincitoguesswhatyousaw.»Sophiestared.«Wasitinthespring?»Langdonasked.«Sometimearoundtheequinox?Mid-March?»

           Sophielookedoutthewindow.«Iwasonspringbreakfromuniversity.Icamehomeafewdaysearly.

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