Chapter 105

           NighthadfallenoverRosslyn.

           RobertLangdonstoodaloneontheporchofthefieldstonehouseenjoyingthesoundsoflaughterandreuniondriftingthroughthescreeneddoorbehindhim.ThemugofpotentBraziliancoffeeinhishandhadgrantedhimahazyreprievefromhismountingexhaustion,andyethesensedthereprievewouldbefleeting.Thefatigueinhisbodywenttothecore.

           «Youslippedoutquietly,»avoicebehindhimsaid.

           Heturned.Sophie’sgrandmotheremerged,hersilverhairshimmeringinthenight.Hername,forthelasttwenty-eightyearsatleast,wasMarieChauvel.

           Langdongaveatiredsmile.«IthoughtI’dgiveyourfamilysometimetogether.»Throughthewindow,hecouldseeSophietalkingwithherbrother.

           Mariecameoverandstoodbesidehim.«Mr.Langdon,whenIfirstheardofJacques’smurder,IwasterrifiedforSophie’ssafety.Seeingherstandinginmydoorwaytonightwasthegreatestreliefofmylife.Icannotthankyouenough.»

           Langdonhadnoideahowtorespond.AlthoughhehadofferedtogiveSophieandhergrandmothertimetotalkinprivate,Mariehadaskedhimtostayandlisten.Myhusbandobviouslytrustedyou,Mr.Langdon,soIdoaswell.

           AndsoLangdonhadremained,standingbesideSophieandlisteninginmuteastonishmentwhileMarietoldthestoryofSophie’slateparents.Incredibly,bothhadbeenfromMerovingianfamiliesdirectdescendantsofMaryMagdaleneandJesusChrist.Sophie’sparentsandancestors,forprotection,hadchangedtheirfamilynamesofPlantardandSaint-Clair.

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