Chapter 106

           

           Itwas11:07P.M.Langdon’scarracedthroughtheRomannight.SpeedingdownLungotevereTorDiNona,parallelwiththeriver,Langdoncouldnowseehisdestinationrisinglikeamountaintohisright.

           CastelSant’Angelo.CastleoftheAngel.

           Withoutwarning,theturnofftothenarrowBridgeofAngels—PonteSant’Angelo—appearedsuddenly.Langdonslammedonhisbrakesandswerved.Heturnedintime,butthebridgewasbarricaded.Heskiddedtenfeetandcollidedwithaseriesofshortcementpillarsblockinghisway.Langdonlurchedforwardasthevehiclestalled,wheezingandshuddering.HehadforgottentheBridgeofAngels,inordertopreserveit,wasnowzonedpedestriansonly.

           Shaken,Langdonstaggeredfromthecrumpledcar,wishingnowhehadchosenoneoftheotherroutes.Hefeltchilled,shiveringfromthefountain.HedonnedhisHarristweedoverhisdampshirt,gratefulforHarris’strademarkdoublelining.TheDiagrammafoliowouldremaindry.Beforehim,acrossthebridge,thestonefortressroselikeamountain.Achinganddepleted,Langdonbrokeintoalopingrun.

           Onbothsidesofhimnow,likeagauntletofescorts,aprocessionofBerniniangelswhippedpast,funnelinghimtowardhisfinaldestination.Letangelsguideyouonyourloftyquest.Thecastleseemedtoriseasheadvanced,anunscalablepeak,moreintimidatingtohimeventhanSt.Peter’s.Hesprintedtowardthebastion,runningonfumes,gazingupwardatthecitadel’scircularcoreasitshotskywardtoagargantuan,sword-wieldingangel.

           Thecastleappeareddeserted.

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