Код да Винчи

Chapter 85

           Afteralongmomentlookingatthehands,Sophieshrugged,havingseennohintanywhereofaconspicuouslyabsentorb.

           Feelingtheweightofthecryptexinhersweaterpocket,sheglancedbackatLangdonandTeabing.Themenweremovingslowly,stillonlyatthethirdknight,apparentlyhavingnoluckeither.Innomoodtowait,sheturnedawayfromthemtowardthesecondgroupofknights.

           Asshecrossedtheopenspace,shequietlyrecitedthepoemshehadreadsomanytimesnowthatitwascommittedtomemory.

           InLondonliesaknightaPopeinterred.Hislabor’sfruitaHolywrathincurred.Youseektheorbthatoughtbeonhistomb.ItspeaksofRosyfleshandseededwomb.

           WhenSophiearrivedatthesecondgroupofknights,shefoundthatthissecondgroupwassimilartothefirst.Alllaywithvariedbodypositions,wearingarmorandswords.Thatwas,allexceptthetenthandfinaltomb.Hurryingovertoit,shestareddown.

           Nopillow.Noarmor.Notunic.Nosword.

           «Robert?Leigh?»shecalled,hervoiceechoingaroundthechamber.«There’ssomethingmissingoverhere.»

           Bothmenlookedupandimmediatelybegantocrosstheroomtowardher.

           «Anorb?»Teabingcalledexcitedly.Hiscrutchesclickedoutarapidstaccatoashehurriedacrosstheroom.«Arewemissinganorb?»«Notexactly,»Sophiesaid,frowningatthetenthtomb.«Weseemtobemissinganentireknight.»Arrivingbesideherbothmengazeddowninconfusionatthetenthtomb.Ratherthanaknightlyingintheopenair,thistombwasasealedstonecasket.

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