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Solomon slid his chair closer and studied the grid. «Okay, what else?»
«On a foundation of astrology,» Langdon continued, «the great pyramid rises from the earth. . stretching toward heaven. . the enduring symbol of lost wisdom. It is filled with history’s great philosophies and religions. . Egyptian, Pythagorean, Buddhist, Hindu, Islamic, Judeo-Christian, and on and on. . all flowing upward, merging together, fu
«The circumpunct,» Peter said. «A universal symbol for God.»
«Right. Throughout history, the circumpunct has been all things to all people — it is the sun god Ra, alchemical gold, the all-seeing eye, the singularity point before the Big Bang, the — »
«The Great Architect of the Universe.»
Langdon nodded, sensing this was probably the same argument Peter had used in the Temple Room to sell the idea of the circumpunct as the Lost Word.
«And finally?» Peter asked. «What about the staircase?»
langdon glanced down at the image of the stairs beneath the pyramid. «peter, i’m sure you know as well as anyone, this symbolizes the winding staircase of freemasonry. . leading upward out of the earthly darkness into the light. . like jacob’s ladder climbing to heaven. . or the tiered human spine that co
Solomon stroked his chin. «An elegant interpretation, Professor. I agree, of course, that this grid can be read as allegory, and yet. .» His eyes flashed with deepening mystery. «This collection of symbols tells another story as well. A story that is far more revealing.»
«Oh?»
Solomon began pacing again, circling the table. «Earlier tonight, inside the Temple Room, when I believed I was going to die, I looked at this grid, and somehow I saw past the metaphor, past the allegory, into the very heart of what these symbols are telling us.» He paused, turning abruptly to Langdon. «This grid reveals the exact location where the Lost Word is buried.»
«Come again?» Langdon shifted uneasily in his chair, suddenly fearing that the trauma of the evening had left Peter disorientated and confused.
«Robert, legend has always described the Masonic Pyramid as a map — a very specific map — a map that could guide the worthy to the secret location of the Lost Word.» Solomon tapped the grid of symbols in front of Langdon. «I guarantee you, these symbols are exactly what legend says they are. . a map. A specific diagram that reveals exactly where we will find the staircase that leads down to the Lost Word.»
Langdon gave an uneasy laugh, treading carefully now. «Even if I believed the Legend of the Masonic Pyramid, this grid of symbols can’t possibly be a map. Look at it. It looks nothing like a map.»
Solomon smiled. «Sometimes all it takes is a tiny shift of perspective to see something familiar in a totally new light.»
Langdon looked again but saw nothing new.
«Let me ask you a question,» Peter said. «When Masons lay cornerstones, do you know why we lay them in the northeast corner of a building?»
«Sure, because the northeast corner receives the first rays of morning light. It is symbolic of the power of architecture to climb out of the earth into the light.»
«Right,» Peter said. «So perhaps you should look there for the first rays of light.» He motioned to the grid. «In the northeast corner.» langdon returned his eyes to the page, moving his gaze to the upper right or northeast corner. the symbol in that corner was.
«A downward-pointing arrow,» Langdon said, trying to grasp Solomon’s point. «Which means. . beneath Heredom.»
«No, Robert, not beneath, » Solomon replied. «Think. This grid is not a metaphorical maze. It’s a map. And on a map, a directional arrow that points down means — »
«South,» Langdon exclaimed, startled.
«Exactly!» Solomon replied, gri
«The House of the Temple? You’re saying this map is pointing. . due south of this building?»
«Praise God!» Solomon said, laughing. «Light dawns at last.»
Langdon studied the grid. «But, Peter. . even if you’re right, due south of this building could be anywhere on a longitude that’s over twenty-four thousand miles long.»
«No, Robert. You are ignoring the legend, which claims the Lost Word is buried in D.C. That shortens the line substantially. In addition, legend also claims that a large stone sits atop the opening of the staircase. . and that this stone is engraved with a message in an ancient language. . as a kind of marker so the worthy can find it.»
Langdon was having trouble taking any of this seriously, and while he didn’t know D.C. well enough to picture what was due south of their current location, he was pretty certain there was no huge engraved stone atop a buried staircase.
«The message inscribed on the stone,» Peter said, «is right here before our eyes.» He tapped the third row of the grid before Langdon. «This is the inscription, Robert! You’ve solved the puzzle!»
Dumbfounded, Langdon studied the seven symbols.
Solved? Langdon had no idea whatsoever what these seven disparate symbols could possibly mean, and he was damned sure they were not engraved anywhere in the nation’s capital. . particularly on a giant stone over a staircase.
«peter,» he said, «i don’t see how this sheds any light at all. i know of no stone in d.c. engraved with this. . message.»
Solomon patted him on the shoulder. «You have walked past it and never seen it. We all have. It is sitting in plain view, like the mysteries themselves. And tonight, when I saw these seven symbols, I realized in an instant that the legend was true. The Lost Word is buried in D.C. . and it does rest at the bottom of a long staircase beneath an enormous engraved stone.»
Mystified, Langdon remained silent.
«Robert, tonight I believe you have earned the right to know the truth.»
Langdon stared at Peter, trying to process what he had just heard. «You’re going to tell me where the Lost Word is buried?»
«No,» Solomon said, standing up with a smile. «I’m going to show you.»
Five minutes later, Langdon was buckling himself into the backseat of the Escalade beside Peter Solomon. Simkins climbed in behind the wheel as Sato approached across the parking lot.
«Mr. Solomon?» the director said, lighting a cigarette as she arrived. «I’ve just made the call you requested.»
«And?» Peter asked through his open window.
«I ordered them to give you access. Briefly.»
«Thank you.»
Sato studied him, looking curious. «I must say, it’s a most unusual request.»
Solomon gave an enigmatic shrug.
Sato let it go, circling around to Langdon’s window and rapping with her knuckles.
Langdon lowered the window.
«Professor,» she said, with no hint of warmth. «Your assistance tonight, while reluctant, was critical to our success. . and for that, I thank you.» She took a long drag on her cigarette and blew it sideways. «However, one final bit of advice. The next time a senior administrator of the CIA tells you she has a national-security crisis. .» Her eyes flashed black. «Leave the bullshit in Cambridge.»