达芬奇密码 作者: 美 丹·布朗(英文版)-第63章

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All　the　men　in　the　audience　leaned　forward；　listening　intently。
〃The　next　time　you　find　yourself　with　a　woman；　look　in　your　heart　and　see　if　you　cannot　approach　sex　as　a　mystical；　spiritual　act。　Challenge　yourself　to　find　that　spark　of　divinity　that　man　can　only　achieve　through　union　with　the　sacred　feminine。〃
The　women　smiled　knowingly；　nodding。
The　men　exchanged　dubious　giggles　and　off…color　jokes。
Langdon　sighed。　College　men　were　still　boys。
　
Sophie's　forehead　felt　cold　as　she　pressed　it　against　the　plane's　window　and　stared　blankly　into　the　void；　trying　to　process　what　Langdon　had　just　told　her。　She　felt　a　new　regret　well　within　her。　Ten　years。　She　pictured　the　stacks　of　unopened　letters　her　grandfather　had　sent　her。　I　will　tell　Robert　everything。　Without　turning　from　the　window；　Sophie　began　to　speak。　Quietly。　Fearfully。
As　she　began　to　recount　what　had　happened　that　night；　she　felt　herself　drifting　back。。。　alighting　in　the　woods　outside　her　grandfather's　Normandy　chateau。。。　searching　the　deserted　house　in　confusion。。。　hearing　the　voices　below　her。。。　and　then　finding　the　hidden　door。　She　inched　down　the　stone　staircase；　one　step　at　a　time；　into　that　basement　grotto。　She　could　taste　the　earthy　air。　Cool　and　light。　It　was　March。　In　the　shadows　of　her　hiding　place　on　the　staircase；　she　watched　as　the　strangers　swayed　and　chanted　by　flickering　orange　candles。
I'm　dreaming；　Sophie　told　herself。　This　is　a　dream。　What　else　could　this　be？
The　women　and　men　were　staggered；　black；　white；　black；　white。　The　women's　beautiful　gossamer　gowns　billowed　as　they　raised　in　their　right　hands　golden　orbs　and　called　out　in　unison；　〃I　was　with　you　in　the　beginning；　in　the　dawn　of　all　that　is　holy；　I　bore　you　from　the　womb　before　the　start　of　day。〃
The　women　lowered　their　orbs；　and　everyone　rocked　back　and　forth　as　if　in　a　trance。　They　were　revering　something　in　the　center　of　the　circle。
What　are　they　looking　at？
The　voices　accelerated　now。　Louder。　Faster。
〃The　woman　whom　you　behold　is　love！〃　The　women　called；　raising　their　orbs　again。
The　men　responded；　〃She　has　her　dwelling　in　eternity！〃
The　chanting　grew　steady　again。　Accelerating。　Thundering　now。　Faster。　The　participants　stepped　inward　and　knelt。
In　that　instant；　Sophie　could　finally　see　what　they　were　all　watching。
On　a　low；　ornate　altar　in　the　center　of　the　circle　lay　a　man。　He　was　naked；　positioned　on　his　back；　and　wearing　a　black　mask。　Sophie　instantly　recognized　his　body　and　the　birthmark　on　his　shoulder。　She　almost　cried　out。　Grand…père！　This　image　alone　would　have　shocked　Sophie　beyond　belief；　and　yet　there　was　more。
Straddling　her　grandfather　was　a　naked　woman　wearing　a　white　mask；　her　luxuriant　silver　hair　flowing　out　behind　it。　Her　body　was　plump；　far　from　perfect；　and　she　was　gyrating　in　rhythm　to　the　chanting—making　love　to　Sophie's　grandfather。
Sophie　wanted　to　turn　and　run；　but　she　couldn't。　The　stone　walls　of　the　grotto　imprisoned　her　as　the　chanting　rose　to　a　fever　pitch。　The　circle　of　participants　seemed　almost　to　be　singing　now；　the　noise　rising　in　crescendo　to　a　frenzy。　With　a　sudden　roar；　the　entire　room　seemed　to　erupt　in　climax。　Sophie　could　not　breathe。　She　suddenly　realized　she　was　quietly　sobbing。　She　turned　and　staggered　silently　up　the　stairs；　out　of　the　house；　and　drove　trembling　back　to　Paris。
　
CHAPTER　75

The　chartered　turboprop　was　just　passing　over　the　twinkling　lights　of　Monaco　when　Aringarosa　hung　up　on　Fache　for　the　second　time。　He　reached　for　the　airsickness　bag　again　but　felt　too　drained　even　to　be　sick。
Just　let　it　be　over！
Fache's　newest　update　seemed　unfathomable；　and　yet　almost　nothing　tonight　made　sense　anymore。　What　is　going　on？　Everything　had　spiraled　wildly　out　of　control。　What　have　I　gotten　Silas　into？　What　have　I　gotten　myself　into！
On　shaky　legs；　Aringarosa　walked　to　the　cockpit。　〃I　need　to　change　destinations。〃
The　pilot　glanced　over　his　shoulder　and　laughed。　〃You're　joking；　right？〃
〃No。　I　have　to　get　to　London　immediately。〃
〃Father；　this　is　a　charter　flight；　not　a　taxi。〃
〃I　will　pay　you　extra；　of　course。　How　much？　London　is　only　one　hour　farther　north　and　requires　almost　no　change　of　direction；　so—〃
〃It's　not　a　question　of　money；　Father；　there　are　other　issues。〃
〃Ten　thousand　euro。　Right　now。〃
The　pilot　turned；　his　eyes　wide　with　shock。　〃How　much？　What　kind　of　priest　carries　that　kind　of　cash？〃
Aringarosa　walked　back　to　his　black　briefcase；　opened　it；　and　removed　one　of　the　bearer　bonds。　He　handed　it　to　the　pilot。
〃What　is　this？〃　the　pilot　demanded。
〃A　ten…thousand…euro　bearer　bond　drawn　on　the　Vatican　Bank。〃
The　pilot　looked　dubious。
〃It's　the　same　as　cash。〃
〃Only　cash　is　cash；〃　the　pilot　said；　handing　the　bond　back。
Aringarosa　felt　weak　as　he　steadied　himself　against　the　cockpit　door。　〃This　is　a　matter　of　life　or　death。　You　must　help　me。　I　need　to　get　to　London。〃
The　pilot　eyed　the　bishop's　gold　ring。　〃Real　diamonds？〃
Aringarosa　looked　at　the　ring。　〃I　could　not　possibly　part　with　this。〃
The　pilot　shrugged；　turning　and　focusing　back　out　the　windshield。
Aringarosa　felt　a　deepening　sadness。　He　looked　at　the　ring。　Everything　it　represented　was　about　to　be　lost　to　the　bishop　anyway。　After　a　long　moment；　he　slid　the　ring　from　his　finger　and　placed　it　gently　on　the　instrument　panel。
Aringarosa　slunk　out　of　the　cockpit　and　sat　back　down。　Fifteen　seconds　later；　he　could　feel　the　pilot　banking　a　few　more　degrees　to　the　north。
Even　so；　Aringarosa's　moment　of　glory　was　in　shambles。
It　had　all　begun　as　a　holy　cause。　A　brilliantly　crafted　scheme。　Now；　like　a　house　of　cards；　it　was　collapsing　in　on　itself。。。　and　the　end　was　nowhere　in　sight。
　
CHAPTER　76

Langdon　could　see　Sophie　was　still　shaken　from　recounting　her　experience　of　Hieros　Gamos。　For　his　part；　Langdon　was　amazed　to　have　heard　it。　Not　only　had　Sophie　witnessed　the　full…blown　ritual；　but　her　own　grandfather　had　been　the　celebrant。。。　the　Grand　Master　of　the　Priory　of　Sion。　It　was　heady　pany。　Da　Vinci；　Botticelli；　Isaac　Newton；　Victor　Hugo；　Jean　Cocteau。。。　Jacques　Saunière。
〃I　don't　know　what　else　I　can　tell　you；〃　Langdon　said　softly。
Sophie's　eyes　were　a　deep　green　now；　tearful。　〃He　raised　me　like　his　own　daughter。〃
Langdon　now　recognized　the　emotion　that　had　been　growing　in　her　eyes　as　they　spoke。　It　was　remorse。　Distant　and　deep。　Sophie　Neveu　had　shunned　her　grandfather　and　was　now　seeing　him　in　an　entirely　different　light。
Outside；　the　dawn　was　ing　fast；　its　crimson　aura　gathering　off　the　starboard。　The　earth　was　still　black　beneath　them。
〃Victuals；　my　dears？〃　Teabing　rejoined　them　with　a　flourish；　presenting　several　cans　of　Coke　and　a　box　of　old　crackers。　He　apologized　profusely　for　the　limited　fare　as　he　doled　out　the　goods。　〃Our　friend　the　monk　isn't　talking　yet；〃　he　chimed；　〃but　give　him　time。〃　He　bit　into　a　cracker　and　eyed　the　poem。　〃So；　my　lovely；　any　headway？〃　He　looked　at　Sophie。　〃What　is　your　grandfather　trying　to　tell　us　here？　Where　the　devil　is　this　headstone？　This　headstone　praised　by　Templars。〃
Sophie　shook　her　head　and　remained　silent。
While　Teabing　again　dug　into　the　verse；　Langdon　popped　a　Coke　and　turned　to　the　window；　his　thoughts　awash　with　images　of　secret　rituals　and　unbroken　codes。　A　headstone　praised　by　Templars　is　the　key。　He　took　a　long　sip　from　the　can。　A　headstone　praised　by　Templars。　The　cola　was　warm。
The　dissolving　veil　of　night　seemed　to　evaporate　quickly；　and　as　Langdon　watched　the　transformation；　he　saw　a　shimmering　ocean　stretch　out　beneath　them。　The　English　Channel。　It　wouldn't　be　long　now。
Langdon　willed　the　light　of　day　to　bring　with　it　a　second　kind　of　illumination；　but　the　lighter　it　became　outside；　the　further　he　felt　from　the　truth。　He　heard　the　rhythms　of　iambic　pentameter　and　chanting；　Hieros　Gamos　and　sacred　rites；　resonating　with　the　rumble　of　the　jet。
A　headstone　praised　by　Templars。
The　plane　was　over　land　again　when　a　flash　of　enlightenment　struck　him。　Langdon　set　down　his　empty　can　of　Coke　hard。　〃You　won't　believe　this；〃　he　said；　turning　to　the　others。　〃The　Templar　headstone—I　figured　it　out。〃
Teabing's　eyes　turned　to　saucers。　〃You　know　where　the　headstone　is？〃
Langdon　smiled。　〃Not　where　it　is。　What　it　is。〃
Sophie　leaned　in　to　hear。
〃I　think　the　headstone　references　a　literal　stone　head；〃　Langdon　explained；　savoring　the　familiar　excitement　of　academic　breakthrough。　〃Not　a　grave　marker。〃
〃A　stone　head？〃　Teabing　demanded。
Sophie　looked　equally　confused。
〃Leigh；〃　Langdon　said；　turning；　〃during　the　Inquisition；　the　Church　accused　the　Knights　Templar　of　all　kinds　of　heresies；　right？〃
〃Correct。　They　fabricated　all　kinds　of　charges。　Sodomy；　urination　on　the　cross；　devil　worship；　quite　a　list。〃
〃And　on　that　list　was　the　worship　of　false　idols；　right？　Specifically；　the　Church　accused　the　Templars　of　secretly　performing　rituals　in　which　they　prayed　to　a　carved　stone　head。。。　the　pagan　god—〃
〃Baphomet！〃　Teabing　blurted。　〃My　heavens；　Robert；　you're　right！　A　headstone　praised　by　Templars！〃
Langdon　quickly　explained　to　Sophie　that　Baphomet　was　a　pagan　fertility　god　associated　with　the　creative　force　of　reproduction。　Baphomet's　head　was　represented　as　that　of　a　ram　or　goat；　a　mon　symbol　of　procreation　and　fecundity。　The　Templars　honored　Baphomet　by　encircling　a　stone　replica　of　his　head　and