Chapter 101

           RobertLangdonstoodbeneaththeloftycupolaofthedesertedChapterHouseandstaredintothebarrelofLeighTeabing’sgun.

           Robert,areyouwithme,oragainstme?TheRoyalHistorian’swordsechoedinthesilenceofLangdon’smind.

           Therewasnoviableresponse,Langdonknew.Answeryes,andhewouldbesellingoutSophie.Answerno,andTeabingwouldhavenochoicebuttokillthemboth.

           Langdon’syearsintheclassroomhadnotimbuedhimwithanyskillsrelevanttohandlingconfrontationsatgunpoint,buttheclassroomhadtaughthimsomethingaboutansweringparadoxicalquestions.Whenaquestionhasnocorrectanswer,thereisonlyonehonestresponse.

           Thegrayareabetweenyesandno.

           Silence.

           Staringatthecryptexinhishands,Langdonchosesimplytowalkaway.

           Withouteverliftinghiseyes,hesteppedbackward,outintotheroom’svastemptyspaces.Neutralground.HehopedhisfocusonthecryptexsignaledTeabingthatcollaborationmightbeanoption,andthathissilencesignaledSophiehehadnotabandonedher.

           Allthewhilebuyingtimetothink.

           Theactofthinking,Langdonsuspected,wasexactlywhatTeabingwantedhimtodo.That’swhyhehandedmethecryptex.SoIcouldfeeltheweightofmydecision.TheBritishhistorianhopedthetouchoftheGrandMaster’scryptexwouldmakeLangdonfullygraspthemagnitudeofitscontents,coaxinghisacademiccuriositytooverwhelmallelse,forcinghimtorealizethatfailuretounlockthekeystonewouldmeanthelossofhistoryitself.

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