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At that moment, Langdon turned from the window. «The tomb…» he said suddenly, facing them with a faint glimmer of hope in his eyes. «I know where to look on Newton’s tomb. Yes, I think I can find the password!»
Teabing’s heart soared. «Where, Robert? Tell me!»
Sophie sounded horrified. «Robert, no! You’re not going to help him, are you?»
Langdon approached with a resolute stride, holding the cryptex before him. «No,» he said, his eyes hardening as he turned to Leigh. «Not until he lets you go.»
Teabing’s optimism darkened. «We are so close, Robert. Don’t you dare start playing games with me!»
«No games,» Langdon said. «Let her go. Then I’ll take you to Newton’s tomb. We’ll open the cryptex together.»
«I’m not going anywhere,» Sophie declared, her eyes narrowing with rage. «That cryptex was given to me by my grandfather. It is not yours to open.» Langdon wheeled, looking fearful. «Sophie, please! You’re in danger. I’m trying to help you!» «How? By unveiling the secret my grandfather died trying to protect? He trusted you, Robert. Itrusted you!»
Langdon’s blue eyes showed panic now, and Teabing could not help but smile to see the two of them working against one another. Langdon’s attempts to be gallant were more pathetic than anything. On the verge of unveiling one of history’s greatest secrets, and he troubles himself with a woman who has proven herself unworthy of the quest.
«Sophie,» Langdon pleaded. «Please… you must leave.»
She shook her head. «Not unless you either hand me the cryptex or smash it on the floor.» «What?» Langdon gasped.» Robert, my grandfather would prefer his secret lost forever than see it in the hands of his murderer.» Sophie’s eyes looked as if they would well with tears, but they did not. She stared directly back at Teabing. «Shoot me if you have to. I am not leaving my grandfather’s legacy in your hands.»
Very well.Teabing aimed the weapon.
«No!» Langdon shouted, raising his arm and suspending the cryptex precariously over the hard stone floor. «Leigh, if you even think about it, I will drop this.»
Teabing laughed. «That bluff worked on Rémy. Not on me. I know you better than that.» «Do you, Leigh?» Yes I do. Your poker face needs work, my friend. It took me several seconds, but I can see now that you are lying. You have no idea where on Newton’s tomb the answer lies. «Truly, Robert? You know where on the tomb to look?»
«I do.»
The falter in Langdon’s eyes was fleeting but Leigh caught it. There was a lie there. A desperate, pathetic ploy to save Sophie. Teabing felt a profound disappointment in Robert Langdon.
I am a lone knight, surrounded by unworthy souls. And I will have to decipher the keystone on my own.
Langdon and Neveu were nothing but a threat to Teabing now… and to the Grail. As painful as the solution was going to be, he knew he could carry it out with a clean conscience. The only challenge would be to persuade Langdon to set down the keystone so Teabing could safely end this charade.
«A show of faith,» Teabing said, lowering the gun from Sophie. «Set down the keystone, and we’ll talk.»
Langdon knew his lie had failed.
He could see the dark resolve in Teabing’s face and knew the moment was upon them. When I setthis down, he will kill us both.Even without looking at Sophie, he could hear her heart beseeching him in silent desperation. Robert, this man is not worthy of the Grail.Please do not place it in his hands.No matter what the cost.
Langdon had already made his decision several minutes ago, while standing alone at the window overlooking College Garden.
Protect Sophie. Protect the Grail. Langdon had almost shouted out in desperation. But I ca
The stark moments of disillusionment had brought with them a clarity unlike any he had ever felt. The Truth is right before your eyes, Robert.He knew not from where the epiphany came. The Grailis not mocking you, she is calling out to a worthy soul.
Now, bowing down like a subject several yards in front of Leigh Teabing, Langdon lowered the cryptex to within inches of the stone floor.
«Yes, Robert,» Teabing whispered, aiming the gun at him. «Set it down.»
Langdon’s eyes moved heavenward, up into the gaping void of the Chapter House cupola. Crouching lower, Langdon lowered his gaze to Teabing’s gun, aimed directly at him.
«I’m sorry, Leigh.»
In one fluid motion, Langdon leapt up, swinging his arm skyward, launching the cryptex straight up toward the dome above.
Leigh Teabing did not feel his finger pull the trigger, but the Medusa discharged with a thundering crash. Langdon’s crouched form was now vertical, almost airborne, and the bullet exploded in the floor near Langdon’s feet. Half of Teabing’s brain attempted to adjust his aim and fire again in rage, but the more powerful half dragged his eyes upward into the cupola.
The keystone!
Time seemed to freeze, morphing into a slow-motion dream as Teabing’s entire world became the airborne keystone. He watched it rise to the apex of its climb… hovering for a moment in the void… and then tumbling downward, end over end, back toward the stone floor.
All of Teabing’s hopes and dreams were plummeting toward earth. It ca
Falling forward with the keystone victoriously clutched in his hand, Teabing knew he was falling too fast. With nothing to break his fall, his outstretched arms hit first, and the cryptex collided hard with the floor.
There was a sickening crunch of glass within.
For a full second, Teabing did not breathe. Lying there outstretched on the cold floor, staring the length of his outstretched arms at the marble cylinder in his bare palms, he implored the glass vial inside to hold. Then the acrid tang of vinegar cut the air, and Teabing felt the cool liquid flowing out through the dials onto his palm.
Wild panic gripped him. NO! The vinegar was streaming now, and Teabing pictured the papyrus dissolving within. Robert, you fool! The secret is lost!
Teabing felt himself sobbing uncontrollably. The Grail is gone.Everything destroyed.Shuddering in disbelief over Langdon’s actions, Teabing tried to force the cylinder apart, longing to catch a fleeting glimpse of history before it dissolved forever. To his shock, as he pulled the ends of the keystone, the cylinder separated.
He gasped and peered inside. It was empty except for shards of wet glass. No dissolving papyrus. Teabing rolled over and looked up at Langdon. Sophie stood beside him, aiming the gun down at Teabing.
Bewildered, Teabing looked back at the keystone and saw it. The dials were no longer at random. They spelled a five-letter word: APPLE.
«The orb from which Eve partook,» Langdon said coolly,» incurring the Holy wrath of God. Original sin. The symbol of the fall of the sacred feminine.»
Teabing felt the truth come crashing down on him in excruciating austerity. The orb that ought be on Newton’s tomb could be none other than the Rosy apple that fell from heaven, struck Newton on the head, and inspired his life’s work. His labor’s fruit! The Rosy flesh with a seeded womb!
«Robert,» Teabing stammered, overwhelmed. «You opened it. Where… is the map?»
Without blinking, Langdon reached into the breast pocket of his tweed coat and carefully extracted a delicate rolled papyrus. Only a few yards from where Teabing lay, Langdon unrolled the scroll and looked at it. After a long moment, a knowing smile crossed Langdon’s face.