Код да Винчи

Chapter 97

           LiketheLouvre’sGrandGallery,ithadalonepointofentrythedoorthroughwhichtheyhadjustpassedeasytofindyourwayin,butimpossibletofindyourwayout.Aliteraltouristtrap,oneofLangdon’sbefuddledcolleagueshadcalledit.Keepingarchitecturaltradition,theabbeywaslaidoutintheshapeofagiantcrucifix.Unlikemostchurches,however,ithaditsentranceontheside,ratherthanthestandardrearofthechurchviathenarthexatthebottomofthenave.Moreover,theabbeyhadaseriesofsprawlingcloistersattached.Onefalsestepthroughthewrongarchway,andavisitorwaslostinalabyrinthofoutdoorpassagewayssurroundedbyhighwalls.

           «Docentswearcrimsonrobes,»Langdonsaid,approachingthecenterofthechurch.Peeringobliquelyacrossthetoweringgildedaltartothefarendofthesouthtransept,Langdonsawseveralpeoplecrawlingontheirhandsandknees.ThisprostratepilgrimagewasacommonoccurrenceinPoets’Corner,althoughitwasfarlessholythanitappeared.Touristsdoinggraverubbings.

           «Idon’tseeanydocents,»Sophiesaid.«Maybewecanfindthetombonourown?»

           Withoutaword,Langdonledheranotherfewstepstothecenteroftheabbeyandpointedtotheright.

           Sophiedrewastartledbreathasshelookeddownthelengthoftheabbey’snave,thefullmagnitudeofthebuildingnowvisible.«Aah,»shesaid.«Let’sfindadocent.»

           Atthatmoment,ahundredyardsdownthenave,outofsightbehindthechoirscreen,thestatelytombofSirIsaacNewtonhadalonevisitor.

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