Chapter 117

           

           RobertLangdonhadlittledoubtthatthechaosandhysteriacoursingthroughSt.Peter’sSquareatthisveryinstantexceededanythingVaticanHillhadeverwitnessed.Nobattle,nocrucifixion,nopilgrimage,nomysticalvision…nothingintheshrine’s2,000-yearhistorycouldpossiblymatchthescopeanddramaofthisverymoment.

           Asthetragedyunfolded,Langdonfeltoddlyseparate,asifhoveringtherebesideVittoriaatthetopofthestairs.Theactionseemedtodistend,asifinatimewarp,alltheinsanityslowingtoacrawl…

           Thebrandedcamerlegno…ravingfortheworldtosee…

           TheIlluminatiDiamond…unveiledinitsdiabolicalgenius…

           ThecountdownclockregisteringthefinaltwentyminutesofVaticanhistory…

           Thedrama,however,hadonlyjustbegun.

           Thecamerlegno,asifinsomesortofpost-traumatictrance,seemedsuddenlypuissant,possessedbydemons.Hebeganbabbling,whisperingtounseenspirits,lookingupattheskyandraisinghisarmstoGod.

           "Speak!"thecamerlegnoyelledtotheheavens."Yes,Ihearyou!"

           Inthatmoment,Langdonunderstood.Hisheartdroppedlikearock.

           Vittoriaapparentlyunderstoodtoo.Shewentwhite."He’sinshock,"shesaid."He’shallucinating.Hethinkshe’stalkingtoGod!"

           Somebody’sgottostopthis,Langdonthought.Itwasawretchedandembarrassingend.Getthismantoahospital!

           Belowthemonthestairs,ChinitaMacriwaspoisedandfilming,apparentlyhavinglocatedheridealvantagepoint.

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