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Langdon's first thought was for the Great Seal on the one…dollar bill…the triangle containing the all…seeing eye。 But it didn't make sense。 He had marked only three points。 There were supposed to be four in all。
So where the hell is Water？ Langdon knew that anywhere he placed the fourth point； the triangle would be destroyed。 The only option to retain the symmetry was to place the fourth marker inside the triangle； at the center。 He looked at the spot on the map。 Nothing。 The idea bothered him anyway。 The four elements of science were considered equal。 Water was not special； Water would not be at the center of the others。
Still； his instinct told him the systematic arrangement could not possibly be accidental。 I'm not yet seeing the whole picture。 There was only one alternative。 The four points did not make a triangle； they made some other shape。
Langdon looked at the map。 A square； perhaps？ Although a square made no symbolic sense； squares were symmetrical at least。 Langdon put his finger on the map at one of the points that would turn the triangle into a square。 He saw immediately that a perfect square was impossible。 The angles of the original triangle were oblique and created more of a distorted quadrilateral。
As he studied the other possible points around the triangle； something unexpected happened。 He noticed that the line he had drawn earlier to indicate the direction of the angel's spear passed perfectly through one of the possibilities。 Stupefied； Langdon circled that point。 He was now looking at four ink marks on the map； arranged in somewhat of an awkward； kitelike diamond。
He frowned。 Diamonds were not an Illuminati symbol either。 He paused。 Then again 。 。 。
For an instant Langdon flashed on the famed Illuminati Diamond。 The thought； of course； was ridiculous。 He dismissed it。 Besides； this diamond was oblong…like a kite…hardly an example of the flawless symmetry for which the Illuminati Diamond was revered。
When he leaned in to examine where he had placed the final mark； Langdon was surprised to find that the fourth point lay dead center of Rome's famed Piazza Navona。 He knew the piazza contained a major church； but he had already traced his finger through that piazza and considered the church there。 To the best of his knowledge it contained no Bernini works。 The church was called Saint Agnes in Agony； named for St。 Agnes； a ravishing teenage virgin banished to a life of sexual slavery for refusing to renounce her faith。
There must be something in that church！ Langdon racked his brain； picturing the inside of the church。 He could think of no Bernini works at all inside； much less anything to do with water。 The arrangement on the map was bothering him too。 A diamond。 It was far too accurate to be coincidence； but it was not accurate enough to make any sense。 A kite？ Langdon wondered if he had chosen the wrong point。 What am I missing！
The answer took another thirty seconds to hit him； but when it did； Langdon felt an exhilaration like nothing he had ever experienced in his academic career。
The Illuminati genius； it seemed； would never cease。
The shape he was looking at was not intended as a diamond at all。 The four points only formed a diamond because Langdon had connected adjacent points。 The Illuminati believe in opposites！ Connecting opposite vertices with his pen； Langdon's fingers were trembling。 There before him on the map was a giant cruciform。 It's a cross！ The four elements of science unfolded before his eyes 。 。 。 sprawled across Rome in an enormous； city…wide cross。
As he stared in wonder； a line of poetry rang in his mind 。 。 。 like an old friend with a new face。
'Cross Rome the mystic elements unfold 。 。 。
'Cross Rome 。 。 。
The fog began to clear。 Langdon saw that the answer had been in front of him all night！ The Illuminati poem had been telling him how the altars were laid out。 A cross！
'Cross Rome the mystic elements unfold！
It was cunning wordplay。 Langdon had originally read the word 'Cross as an abbreviation of Across。 He assumed it was poetic license intended to retain the meter of the poem。 But it was so much more than that！ Another hidden clue。
The cruciform on the map； Langdon realized； was the ultimate Illuminati duality。 It was a religious symbol formed by elements of science。 Galileo's path of Illumination was a tribute to both science and God！
The rest of the puzzle fell into place almost immediately。
Piazza Navona。
Dead center of Piazza Navona； outside the church of St。 Agnes in Agony； Bernini had forged one of his most celebrated sculptures。 Everyone who came to Rome went to see it。
The Fountain of the Four Rivers！
A flawless tribute to water； Bernini's Fountain of the Four Rivers glorified the four major rivers of the Old World…The Nile； Ganges； Danube； and Rio Plata。
Water； Langdon thought。 The final marker。 It was perfect。
And even more perfect； Langdon realized； the cherry on the cake； was that high atop Bernini's fountain stood a towering obelisk。
Leaving confused firemen in his wake； Langdon ran across the church in the direction of Olivetti's lifeless body。
10：31 P。M。； he thought。 Plenty of time。 It was the first instant all day that Langdon felt ahead of the game。
Kneeling beside Olivetti； out of sight behind some pews； Langdon discreetly took possession of the mander's semiautomatic and walkie…talkie。 Langdon knew he would call for help； but this was not the place to do it。 The final altar of science needed to remain a secret for now。 The media and fire department racing with sirens blaring to Piazza Navona would be no help at all。
Without a word； Langdon slipped out the door and skirted the press； who were now entering the church in droves。 He crossed Piazza Barberini。 In the shadows he turned on the walkie…talkie。 He tried to hail Vatican City but heard nothing but static。 He was either out of range or the transmitter needed some kind of authorization code。 Langdon adjusted the plex dials and buttons to no avail。 Abruptly； he realized his plan to get help was not going to work。 He spun； looking for a pay phone。 None。 Vatican circuits were jammed anyway。
He was alone。
Feeling his initial surge of confidence decay； Langdon stood a moment and took stock of his pitiful state…covered in bone dust； cut； deliriously exhausted； and hungry。
Langdon glanced back at the church。 Smoke spiraled over the cupola； lit by the media lights and fire trucks。 He wondered if he should go back and get help。 Instinct warned him however that extra help； especially untrained help； would be nothing but a liability。 If the Hassassin sees us ing 。 。 。 He thought of Vittoria and knew this would be his final chance to face her captor。
Piazza Navona； he thought； knowing he could get there in plenty of time and stake it out。 He scanned the area for a taxi； but the streets were almost entirely deserted。 Even the taxi drivers； it seemed； had dropped everything to find a television。 Piazza Navona was only about a mile away； but Langdon had no intention of wasting precious energy on foot。 He glanced back at the church； wondering if he could borrow a vehicle from someone。
A fire truck？ A press van？ Be serious。
Sensing options and minutes slipping away； Langdon made his decision。 Pulling the gun from his pocket； he mitted an act so out of character that he suspected his soul must now be possessed。 Running over to a lone Citroлn sedan idling at a stoplight； Langdon pointed the weapon through the driver's open window。 〃Fuori！〃 he yelled。
The trembling man got out。
Langdon jumped behind the wheel and hit the gas。
101
Gunther Glick sat on a bench in a holding tank inside the office of the Swiss Guard。 He prayed to every god he could think of。 Please let this NOT be a dream。 It had been the scoop of his life。 The scoop of anyone's life。 Every reporter on earth wished he were Glick right now。 You are awake； he told himself。 And you are a star。 Dan Rather is crying right now。
Macri was beside him； looking a little bit stunned。 Glick didn't blame her。 In addition to exclusively broadcasting the camerlegno's address； she and Glick had provided the world with gruesome photos of the cardinals and of the Pope…that tongue！…as well as a live video feed of the antimatter canister counting down。 Incredible！
Of course； all of that had all been at the camerlegno's behest； so that was not the reason Glick and Macri were now locked in a Swiss Guard holding tank。 It had been Glick's daring addendum to their coverage that the guards had not appreciated。 Glick knew the conversation on which he had just reported was not intended for his ears； but this was his moment in the sun。 Another Glick scoop！
〃The 11th Hour Samaritan？〃 Macri groaned on the bench beside him； clearly unimpressed。
Glick smiled。 〃Brilliant； wasn't it？〃
〃Brilliantly dumb。〃
She's just jealous； Glick knew。 Shortly after the camerlegno's address； Glick had again； by chance； been in the right place at the right time。 He'd overheard Rocher giving new orders to his men。 Apparently Rocher had received a phone call from a mysterious individual who Rocher claimed had critical information regarding the current crisis。 Rocher was talking as if this man could help them and was advising his guards to prepare for the guest's arrival。
Although the information was clearly private； Glick had acted as any dedicated reporter would…without honor。 He'd found a dark corner； ordered Macri to fire up her remote camera； and he'd reported the news。
〃Shocking new developments in God's city；〃 he had announced； squinting his eyes for added intensity。 Then he'd gone on to say that a mystery guest was ing to Vatican City to save the day。 The 11th Hour Samaritan； Glick had called him…a perfect name for the faceless man appearing at the last moment to do a good deed。 The other networks had picked up the catchy sound bite； and Glick was yet again immortalized。
I'm brilliant； he mused。 Peter Jennings just jumped off a bridge。
Of course Glick had not stopped there。 While he had the world's attention； he had thrown in a little of his own conspiracy theory for good measure。
Brilliant。 Utterly brilliant。
〃You screwed us；〃 Macri said。 〃You totally blew it。〃
〃What do you mean？ I was great！〃
Macri stared disbelievingly。 〃Former President George Bush？ An Illuminatus？〃
Glick smiled。 How much more obvious could it be？ George Bush was a well…documented； 33rd…degree Mason； and he was the head of the CIA when the agency closed their Illuminati investigation for lack of evidence。 And all those speeches about 〃a thousand points of light〃 and a 〃New World Order〃 。 。 。 Bush was obviously Illuminati。
〃And that bit about CERN？〃 Macri chided。 〃You are going to have a very big line of lawyers outside your door tomorrow。〃
〃CERN？ Oh e on！ It's so obvious！ Think about it！ The Illuminati disappear off the face of the earth in the 1950s at about the same time CERN is founded。 CERN is a haven for the most enlightened people on earth。 Tons of private funding。 They build a weapon that can destroy the church； and oops！ 。 。 。 they lose it！〃
〃So you tell the world that CERN is the new home base of the Illuminati？〃
〃Obviously！ Brotherhoods don't just disappear。 The Illuminati had to go somewhere。 CERN is a perfect place for them to hide。 I'm not saying everyone at CERN is Illuminati。 It's probably like a huge Masonic lodge； where most people are innocent； but the upper echelons…〃
〃Have you ever heard of slander； Glick？ Liability？〃
〃Have you ever heard of real journalism！〃
〃Journalism？ You were pulling bullshit out of thin air！ I should have turned off the camera！ And what the hell was that crap about CERN's corporate logo？ Satanic symbology？ Have you lost your mind？〃
Glick smiled。 Macri's jealousy was definitely showing。 The CERN logo had been the most brilliant coup of all。 Ever since the camerlegno's address； all the networks were talking about CERN and antimatter。 Some stations were showing the CERN corporate logo as a backdrop。 The logo seemed standard enough…two intersecting circles representing two particle accelerators； and five tangential lines representing particle injection tubes。 The whole world was staring at this logo； but it