The Da Vinci Code Chapter 87-92

CHAPTER 87The fire ad just now in Chateau Villettes drawing board was cold, n forevertheless ferrule paced before it nonetheless as he tell the faxes from Interpol. Not at exclusively what he expected. Andre Vernet, according to official records, was a model citizen. No police record non blush a parking ticket. Educated at prep school and the Sorbonne, he had a cum laude degree in international finance. Interpol express Vernets name appe argond in the news bases from time to time, alone eer in a positive light. simply the art object had helped design the security disputations that kept the Depository Bank of Zurich a leader in the ultramodern world of electronic security. Vernets credit carte records exhibited a penchant for art books, expensive wine, and classical CDs mostly Brahms which he app arently enjoyed on an exception e trulyy high- create the sack stereo system he had purchased some(prenominal) age ago.Zero, collet chuck sighed.The only red flag tonigh t from Interpol had been a set of fingerprints that plainly gear up goinged to teatimebings servant. The chief PTS examiner was training the report in a comfor plank chair across the room.collet chuck looked everyplace. Any subject?The examiner shrugged. Prints be coarse to Remy Legaludec. Wanted for petty larceny crime. Nothing serious. considers equal he got kicked forbidden of university for rewiring promise jacks to get free service later did some petty theft. Breaking and entering. Skipped proscribed on a hospital bill erst for an emergency tracheotomy. He glanced up, chuckling. Peanut allergy.Collet nodded, recalling a police investigation into a restaurant that had failed to nonate on its menu that the chili levelula contained peanut oil. An unsuspecting patron had ruind of anaphylactic shock at the table after a single bite.Legaludec is probably a live-in here to reverse getting picked up. The examiner looked amused. His lucky night.Collet sighed. All right, you better anterior this info to Captain Fache.The examiner headed off just as some other PTS means burst into the living room. Lieutenant We pitch something in the barn.From the glowing look on the agents face, Collet could only guess. A body. No, sir. Something more(prenominal) He hesitated. Unexpected. Rubbing his eyeball, Collet followed the agent out to the barn. As they entered the musty, cavernous space, the agent motioned toward the center of the room, where a wooden lean now ascended high into the rafters, propped over against the ledge of a haymow suspended high above them. That running game wasnt on that point earlier, Collet said. No, sir. I set that up. We were dusting for prints near the Rolls when I saw the ladder lying on the floor. I wouldnt render given it a randomness thought except the rungs were worn and muddy. This ladder gets regular use. The height of the hay noggin matched the ladder, so I raised it and climbed up to learn a look.Collets eye ball climbed the ladders steep incline to the soaring hayloft. individual goes up thereregularly? From down here, the loft appeared to be a deserted platform, and yet admittedly most of it was inconspicuous from this line of sight.A senior PTS agent appeared at the top of the ladder, feeling down. Youll definitely want to go for this, Lieutenant, he said, waving Collet up with a latex-gloved ease up.Nodding tiredly, Collet walked over to the base of the old ladder and grasped the bottom rungs. The ladder was an antique enterred design and narrowed as Collet ascended. As he neared the top, Collet almost lost his foot on a thin rung. The barn below him spun. Alert now, he moved on, finally reaching the top. The agent above him reached out, offering his wrist. Collet grabbed it and do the awkward transition onto the platform.Its over there, the PTS agent said, pointing deep into the immaculately clean loft. Only one set of prints up here. Well arrest an ID shortly.Collet squi nted through the dim light toward the furthest wall. What the hell? Nestled against the removed wall sat an elabo pasture computer unravelstation cardinal tower CPUs, a flat-screen video monitor with communicateers, an array of problematical drives, and a multichannel audio solace that appeared to confound its own filtered power supply.Why in the world would everyone work all the way up here? Collet moved toward the gear. start out you examined the system?Its a heeding post.Collet spun. Surveillance?The agent nodded. precise sophisticated surveillance. He motioned to a long project table strewn with electronic parts, sliceuals, likewisels, wires, soldering irons, and other electronic components. Someone clearly knows what hes doing. A ken of this gear is as sophisticated as our own equipment. Miniature microphones, photoelectric recharging cells, high-capacity RAM chips. Hes even got some of those new nano drives.Collet was impressed.Heres a tell apart system, the a gent said, handing Collet an assembly not a good deal larger than a pocket calculator. Dangling off the contraption was a foot-long wire with a stamp-sized piece of wafer-thin vex stuck on the end. The base is a high-capacity hard disk audio recording system with rechargeable battery. That strip of foil at the end of the wire is a combination microphone and photoelectric recharging cell.Collet knew them come up. These foil-like, photocell microphones had been an enormous breakthrough a a few(prenominal) years plunk for. Now, a hard disk recorder could be affixed asshole a lamp, for example, with its foil microphone molded into the contour of the base and color to match. As long as the microphone was positioned such that it received a few hours of sunlight per day, the photo cells would keep recharging the system. Bugs like this one could makeen indefinitely.Reception method? Collet subscribe toed.The agent signaled to an insulated wire that ran out of the back of the compu ter, up the wall, through a hole in the barn roof. wide-eye radio wave. Small antenna on the roof.Collet knew these recording systems were chiefly placed in offices, were phonate-activated to save hard disk space, and recorded snippets of dialogue during the day, transmitting compressed audio files at night to avoid detection. after(prenominal) transmitting, the hard drive erased itself and prepared to do it all over again the next day.Collets gaze moved now to a shelf on which were stacked several(prenominal) degree centigrade audio cassettes, all labeled with dates and numbers. Someone has been very busy.He turned back to the agent. Doyou devote any idea what posterior is universe tapdanceged?Well, Lieutenant, the agent said, walk of life to the computer and launching a piece of software. Its the strangest thingCHAPTER 88Langdon mat up utterly spent as he and Sophie hurdled a turnstile at the Temple tubing station and speckled deep into the grimy labyrinth of tunnels and platforms. The guilt ripped through him.I touch Leigh, and now hes in enormous danger.Remys involvement had been a shock, and yet it made sense. Whoever was pursuing the grail had recruited someone on the inside. They went to Teabings for the same soil I did.Throughout history, those who held knowledge of the Grail had always been magnets for thieves and scholars alike. The fact that Teabing had been a target all along should have made Langdon feel less guilty almost involving him. It did not. We need to strike Leigh and help him.Immediately.Langdon followed Sophie to the westbound District and Circle air platform, where she hurried to a pay phone to call the police, despite Remys type to the contrary. Langdon sat on a grungy bench nearby, feeling remorseful.The trump out way to help Leigh, Sophie reiterated as she dialed, is to involve the capital of the United Kingdom authorities immediately. combine me.Langdon had not initially agreed with this idea, but as they had hatched their plan, Sophies system of logic began to make sense. Teabing was safe at the moment. Even if Remy and the others knew where the knights tomb was located, they lock cogency need Teabings help deciphering the orb reference. What worried Langdon was what would happen after the Grail map had been found. Leigh allow for bend a huge liability.If Langdon were to have any chance of fortune Leigh, or of ever seeing the mainstay again, it was essential that he find the tomb commencement exercise. Unfortunately, Remy has a big head start.Slowing Remy down had become Sophies task. Finding the right tomb had become Langdons. Sophie would make Remy and Silas fugitives of the London police, forcing them into cover or, better yet, catching them. Langdons plan was less certain to take the tube to nearby Kings College, which was renowned for its electronic theological database. The ultimate research tool, Langdon had picture. min answers to any religious historical question.He wondered what the database would have to swear about a knight a Pope interred.He stood up and paced, wishing the see to it would hurry.At the pay phone, Sophies call finally connected to the London police. cytosine Hill Division, the dispatcher said. How may I devise your call? Im report a kidnapping. Sophie knew to be concise. Name please?Sophie paused. performer Sophie Neveu with the French juridical Police.The title had the desired effect. Right onward, maam. Let me get a scout on the line for you.As the call went through, Sophie began wondering if the police would even believe her description of Teabings captors. A man in a tuxedo.How much easier to identify could a suspect be? Even if Remy changed clothes, he was partnered with an albino monk. unsurmountable to miss.Moreover, they had a hostage and could not take public transportation. She wondered how many jaguar stretch limos there could be in London.Sophies connection to the detective seemed to be taking forever . Come on She could taste the line clicking and buzzing, as if she was being transferred.Fifteen seconds passed.Finally a man came on the line. Agent Neveu?Stunned, Sophie registered the morose tone immediately.Agent Neveu, Bezu Fache demanded. Where the hell are you?Sophie was speechless. Captain Fache had apparently pass along the London police dispatcher rattling(a) him if Sophie called in.Listen, Fache said, speaking to her in snappy French. I made a terrible mistake tonight. Robert Langdon is innocent. All charges against him have been degenerateped. Even so, both of you are in danger. You need to come in.Sophies taunt fell slack. She had no idea how to respond. Fache was not a man who apologized for anything.You did not tell me, Fache continued, that Jacques Sauniere was your grandfather. I fully intend to overlook your insubordination travel night on account of the emotional stress you must be under. At the moment, however, you and Langdon need to go to the nearest Lo ndon police plate for refuge.He knows Im in London? What else does Fache know? Sophie heard what sounded like boring or machinery in the background. She in like manner heard an odd clicking on the line. ar you tracing this call, Captain?Faches function was firm now. You and I need to cooperate, Agent Neveu. We both have a lot to lose here. This is damage control. I made errors in judgment last night, and if those errors result in the deaths of an American professor and a DCPJ cryptologist, my career will be over. Ive been trying to displume you back into safety for the last several hours.A warm move was now pushing through the station as a drive approached with a low rumble. Sophie had every intention of being on it. Langdon apparently had the same idea he was gathering himself together and moving toward her now.The man you want is Remy Legaludec, Sophie said. He is Teabings servant. He just kidnapped Teabing inside the Temple church building and Agent Neveu Fache bellowed a s the train thundered into the station. This is not something to discuss on an sacrifice line. You and Langdon will come in now. For your own well-being That is a direct orderSophie hung up and dashed with Langdon onto the train.CHAPTER 89The immaculate cabin of Teabings peddler was now covered with steel shavings and smelled of compressed air and propane. Bezu Fache had sent everyone away and sat alone with his drink and the heavy wooden box found in Teabings safe.Running his finger across the inlaid rosiness, he bring up the ornate lid. Inside he found a stone cylinder with lettered dials. The five dials were arranged to spell SOFIA. Fache stared at the word a long moment and then lifted the cylinder from its padded resting place and examined every inch. Then, pulling slowly on the ends, Fache slid off one of the end caps. The cylinder was empty.Fache set it back in the box and gazed absently out the jets window at the hangar, pondering his brief conversation with Sophie, as well as the data hed received from PTS in Chateau Villette. The sound of his phone agitate him from his daydream.It was the DCPJ switchboard. The dispatcher was apologetic. The president of the Depository Bank of Zurich had been calling repeatedly, and although he had been told several times that the captain was in London on business, he just kept calling. Begrudgingly Fache told the operator to forward the call.Monsieur Vernet, Fache said, before the man could even speak, I am sorry I did not call you earlier. I have been busy. As promised, the name of your bank has not appeared in the media. So what just now is your concern?Vernets join was anxious as he told Fache how Langdon and Sophie had extracted a half-size wooden box from the bank and then persuaded Vernet to help them escape. Then when I heard on the radio that they were criminals, Vernet said, I pulled over and demanded the box back, but they attacked me and stole the truck.You are concerned for a wooden box, Fache s aid, eyeing the Rose adorn on the cover and again gently opening the lid to fracture the white cylinder. Can you tell me what was in the box?The contents are immaterial, Vernet fired back. I am concerned with the reputation of my bank. We have never had a robbery. Ever.It will ruin us if I cannot recover this lieu on behalf of my client.You said Agent Neveu and Robert Langdon had a password and a key. What makes you say they stole the box?They murdered people tonight. Including Sophie Neveus grandfather. The key and password were plainly ill-gotten.Mr. Vernet, my men have done some checking into your background and your interests. You are manifestly a man of great culture and refinement. I would imagine you are a man of honor, as well. As am I. That said, I give you my word as commanding officer of the Police Judiciaire that your box, along with your banks reputation, are in the safest of detainment.CHAPTER 90High in the hayloft at Chateau Villette, Collet stared at the comput er monitor in amazement. This system is eavesdropping on all these locations?Yes, the agent said. It looks like data has been collected for over a year now. Collet read the list again, speechless.COLBERT SOSTAQUE Chairman of the Conseil ConstitutionnelJEAN CHAFFeE Curator, Musee du Jeu de PaumeEDOUARD DESROCHERS Senior Archivist, Mitterrand program depository libraryJACQUES SAUNIeRE Curator, Musee du LouvreMICHEL BRETON Head of DAS (French Intelligence)The agent pointed to the screen. Number four is of patent concern.Collet nodded blankly. He had noticed it immediately. Jacques Sauniere was being bugged.He looked at the rest of the list again. How could anyone possibly manage to bug these prominent people? Have you heard any of the audio files?A few. Heres one of the most recent. The agent clicked a few computer keys. The speakers crackled to life. Capitaine, un agent du Departement de Cryptographie est arrive.Collet could not believe his ears. Thats me Thats my voice He reca lled sitting at Saunieres desk and radioing Fache in the Grand Gallery to alert him of Sophie Neveus arrival.The agent nodded. A lot of our Louvre investigation tonight would have been audible if someone had been interested.Have you sent anyone in to sweep for the bug?No need. I know exactly where it is. The agent went to a potbelly of old notes and blueprints on the worktable. He selected a page and handed it to Collet. Look familiar?Collet was amazed. He was holding a bolt out of an ancient schematic diagram, which depicted a rudimentary machine. He was unable to read the handwritten Italian labels, and yet he knew what he was flavor at. A model for a fully articulated medieval French knight.The knight sitting on Saunieres desk Collets eyes moved to the margins, where someone had scribbled notes on the photocopy in red snarl-tipped marker. The notes were in French and appeared to be ideas outlining how best to embark a listening device into the knight.CHAPTER 91Silas sat in t he passenger seat of the parked jaguar limo near the Temple Church. His hands mat damp on the keystone as he waited for Remy to finis tying and gagging Teabing in back with the rope they had found in the trunk.Finally, Remy climbed out of the rear of the limo, walked around, and slid into the drivers seat beside Silas.Secure? Silas asked.Remy chuckled, shaking off the rain and glancing over his shoulder through the open partition at the crumpled form of Leigh Teabing, who was barely visible in the shadows in the rear. Hes not going anywhere.Silas could hear Teabings muffled cries and realized Remy had used some of the old duct tape to gag him.Ferme ta gueule Remy shouted over his shoulder at Teabing. arrive at to a control panel on the elaborate dash, Remy pressed a button. An opaque partition raised behind them, sealing off the back. Teabing disappeared, and his voice was silenced. Remy glanced at Silas. Ive been listening to his miserable whimpering long enough.Minutes later, as the Jaguar stretch limo powered through the streets, Silass cell phone rang. TheTeacher.He answered excitedly. hi?Silas, the Teachers familiar French accent said, I am relieved to hear your voice. This means you are safe.Silas was equally comforted to hear the Teacher. It had been hours, and the operation had veered wildly off course. Now, at last, it seemed to be back on track. I have the keystone.This is superb news, the Teacher told him. Is Remy with you?Silas was surprised to hear the Teacher use Remys name. Yes. Remy freed me. As I ordered him to do. I am only sorry you had to predominate captivity for so long. Physical discomfort has no meaning. The important thing is that the keystone is ours. Yes. I need it delivered to me at once. Time is of the essence. Silas was eager to tack the Teacher face-to-face at last. Yes, sir, I would be honored. Silas, I would like Remy to bring it to me. Remy? Silas was crestfallen. After everything Silas had done for the Teacher, he had believed hewould be the one to hand over the prize. The Teacher favors Remy?I sense your disappointment, the Teacher said, which tells me you do not understand my meaning. He lowered his voice to a whisper. You must believe that I would much prefer to receive the keystone from you a man of God sooner than a criminal but Remy must be dealt with. He disobeyed my orders and made a grave mistake that has put our total mission at risk.Silas felt a chill and glanced over at Remy. Kidnapping Teabing had not been part of the plan, and deciding what to do with him posed a new problem.You and I are men of God, the Teacher whispered. We cannot be deterred from our goal. in that location was an ominous pause on the line. For this reason alone, I will ask Remy to bring me the keystone. Do you understand?Silas sensed anger in the Teachers voice and was surprised the man was not more understanding. Showing his face could not be avoided, Silas thought. Remy did what he had to do.He saved the k eystone. I understand, Silas managed.Good. For your own safety, you need to get off the street immediately. The police will be looking for the limousine soon, and I do not want you caught. Opus Dei has a conformity in London, no? Of course.And you are welcome there? As a brother. Then go there and stay out of sight. I will call you the moment I am in possession of the keystone and have attended to my current problem.You are in London?Do as I say, and everything will be fine. Yes, sir. The Teacher heaved a sigh, as if what he now had to do was profoundly regrettable. Its time I speak to Remy.Silas handed Remy the phone, sensing it might be the last call Remy Legaludec ever took.As Remy took the phone, he knew this poor, twisted monk had no idea what doom awaited him now that he had served his purpose.The Teacher used you, Silas.And your bishop is a pawn. Remy still marveled at the Teachers powers of persuasion. Bishop Aringarosa had trusted everything. He had been blinded by his ow n desperation. Aringarosa was further too eager to believe. Although Remy did not particularly like the Teacher, he felt pride at having gained the mans trust and helped him so substantially. I have pull in my payday.Listen carefully, the Teacher said. Take Silas to the Opus Dei residence hall and drop him off a few streets away. Then drive to St. Jamess Park. It is adjacent to fantan and Big Ben. You can park the limousine on Horse Guards Parade. Well splatter there.With that, the connection went dead.CHAPTER 92Kings College, established by King George IV in 1829, houses its Department of Theology and Religious Studies adjacent to Parliament on plaza granted by the Crown. Kings College Religion Department boasts not only cl years experience in teaching and research, but the 1982 establishment of the Research represent in Systematic Theology, which possesses one of the most complete and electronically advanced religious research libraries in the world.Langdon still felt shaky a s he and Sophie came in from the rain and entered the library. The primary research room was as Teabing had described it a dramatic octagonal chamber dominated by an enormous round table around which King Arthur and his knights might have been comfortable were it not for the presence of twelve flat-screen computer workstations. On the far side of the room, a reference librarian was just pouring a pot of tea and settling in for her day of work.Lovely morning, she said in a cheerful British accent, leaving the tea and walking over. May I help you?Thank you, yes, Langdon replied. My name is Robert Langdon. She gave a beautiful smile. I know who you are.For an instant, he feared Fache had put him on English video recording as well, but the librarians smile suggested otherwise. Langdon still had not gotten used to these moments of unforeseen celebrity. Then again, if anyone on earth were going to recognize his face, it would be a librarian in a Religious Studies reference facility.P amela Gettum, the librarian said, offering her hand. She had a genial, erudite face and a pleasingly fluid voice. The rimmed glasses hanging around her neck were thick.A pleasure, Langdon said. This is my friend Sophie Neveu.The deuce women greeted one another, and Gettum turned immediately back to Langdon. I didnt know you were coming. uncomplete did we. If its not too much trouble, we could really use your help purpose some learning.Gettum shifted, looking uncertain. Normally our services are by demand and appointment only, unless of course youre the guest of someone at the college?Langdon shook his head. Im aghast(predicate) weve come unannounced. A friend of mine speaks very highly of you. Sir Leigh Teabing? Langdon felt a pang of gloom as he said the name. The British Royal Historian.Gettum brightened now, laughing. Heavens, yes. What a character. Fanatical Every time he comes in, its always the same search strings. Grail. Grail. Grail. I swear that man will die before he gives up on that quest. She winked. Time and money sacrifice one such lovely luxuries, wouldnt you say? A regular enter Quixote, that one.Is there any chance you can help us? Sophie asked. Its instead important.Gettum glanced around the deserted library and then winked at them both. Well, I cant very well claim Im too busy, now can I? As long as you sign in, I cant imagine anyone being too upset. What did you have in mind?Were trying to find a tomb in London.Gettum looked dubious. Weve got about twenty thousand of them. Can you be a little more specific?Its the tomb of a knight.We dont have a name.A knight. That tightens the net substantially. Much less common.We dont have much information about the knight were looking for, Sophie said, but this is what we know. She produced a rusticity of paper on which she had written only the first deuce lines of the poem.Hesitant to show the entire poem to an outsider, Langdon and Sophie had decided to share just the first two lines, those th at identify the knight. Compartmentalized cryptography, Sophie had called it. When an intelligence agency intercepted a code containing thin data, cryptographers each worked on a discrete section of the code. This way, when they broke it, no single cryptographer possessed the entire deciphered message.In this case, the caution was probably excessive even if this librarian saw the entire poem, identified the knights tomb, and knew what orb was missing, the information was useless without the cryptex.Gettum sensed an urgency in the eyes of this famed American scholar, almost as if his finding this tomb readily were a matter of critical importance. The green-eyed woman accompanying him also seemed anxious.Puzzled, Gettum put on her glasses and examined the paper they had just handed her.In London lies a knight a Pope interred.His labors fruit a Holy wrath incurred.She glanced at her guests. What is this? Some kind of Harvard scavenger search? Langdons laugh sounded forced. Yeah, som ething like that. Gettum paused, feeling she was not getting the whole story. Nonetheless, she felt intrigued and found herself pondering the verse carefully. According to this rhyme, a knight did something that incurred offense with God, and yet a Pope was kind enough to bury him in London.Langdon nodded. Does it ring any bells?Gettum moved toward one of the workstations. Not offhand, but lets see what we can pull up in the database.Over the past two decades, Kings College Research Institute in Systematic Theology had used visual character recognition software in unison with linguistic comment devices to digitize and catalog an enormous collection of texts encyclopedias of religion, religious biographies, sacred scriptures in dozens of languages, histories, Vatican letters, diaries of clerics, anything at all that qualified as writings on human spirituality. Because the huge collection was now in the form of bits and bytes rather than physical pages, the data was infinitely mo re accessible.Settling into one of the workstations, Gettum eyed the slip of paper and began typing. To begin, well run a straight Boolean with a few obvious keywords and see what happens.Thank you.Gettum typed in a few wordsLONDON, KNIGHT, POPEAs she clicked the SEARCH button, she could feel the hum of the massive mainframe downstairs scanning data at a rate of 500 MB/sec. Im asking the system to show us any documents whose complete text contains all three of these keywords. Well get more hits than we want, but its a good place to start.The screen was already showing the first of the hits now.Painting the Pope. The Collected Portraits of Sir Joshua Reynolds. London University Press.Gettum shook her head. Obviously not what youre looking for. She scrolled to the next hit.The London Writings of Alexander Pope by G. Wilson Knight.once more she shook her head.As the system churned on, the hits came up more quickly than usual. wads of texts appeared, many of them referencing the eighte enth-century British writer Alexander Pope, whose counter religious, mock-epic poetry apparently contained plenty of references to knights and London.Gettum shot a quick glance to the numeric guinea pig at the bottom of the screen. This computer, by calculating the current number of hits and multiplying by the percentage of the database left to search, provided a rough guess of how much information would be found. This particular search looked like it was going to return an lewdly large amount of data.Estimated number of total hits 2, 692We need to refine the parameters further, Gettum said, fillet the search. Is this all the information you have regarding the tomb? Theres nothing else to go on?Langdon glanced at Sophie Neveu, looking uncertain.This is no scavenger hunt, Gettum sensed. She had heard the whisperings of Robert Langdons experience in Rome last year. This American had been granted access to the most beneficial library on earth the Vatican Secret Archives. She wonder ed what kinds of secrets Langdon might have in condition(p) inside and if his current desperate hunt for a mysterious London tomb might relate to information he had gained within the Vatican. Gettum had been a librarian long enough to know the most common reason people came to London to look for knights. The Grail.Gettum smiled and adjusted her glasses. You are friends with Leigh Teabing, you are in England, and you are looking for a knight. She folded her hands. I can only usurp you are on a Grail quest.Langdon and Sophie exchanged startled looks.Gettum laughed. My friends, this library is a base camp for Grail seekers. Leigh Teabing among them. I wish I had a shilling for every time Id run searches for the Rose, Mary Magdalene, Sangreal, Merovingian, Priory of Sion, et cetera, et cetera. Everyone loves a conspiracy. She took off her glasses and eyed them. I need more information.In the silence, Gettum sensed her guests desire for discretion was quickly being outweighed by their fervor for a fast result.Here, Sophie Neveu blurted. This is everything we know. Borrowing a pen from Langdon, she wrote two more lines on the slip of paper and handed it to Gettum.You seek the orb that ought be on his tomb. It speaks of Rosy flesh and seeded womb.Gettum gave an inward smile. The Grail indeed, she thought, noting the references to the Rose and her seeded womb. I can help you, she said, looking up from the slip of paper. Might I ask where this verse came from? And why you are want an orb?You might ask, Langdon said, with a friendly smile, but its a long story and we have very little time.Sounds like a cultivated way of saying mind your own business.We would be forever in your debt, Pamela, Langdon said, if you could find out who this knight is and where he is buried.Very well, Gettum said, typing again. Ill carry along. If this is a Grail-related issue, we should cross-reference against Grail keywords. Ill add a propinquity parameter and remove the title weightin g. That will limit our hits only to those instances of textual keywords that reach near aGrail-related word.Search for KNIGHT, LONDON, POPE, TOMBWithin 100 word proximity of GRAIL, ROSE, SANGREAL, CHALICEHow long will this take? Sophie asked.A few hundred terabytes with multiple cross-referencing fields? Gettums eyes glim untaintedd as she clicked the SEARCH key. A mere fifteen minutes.Langdon and Sophie said nothing, but Gettum sensed this sounded like an eternity to them.Tea? Gettum asked, standing and walking toward the pot she had made earlier. Leigh always loves my tea.