the duck pond below； Chateau Villette seemed miles away。
Taking another swig from the flask； Rémy could feel the cognac warming his blood。 The warmth in Rémy's throat； however； mutated quickly to an unfortable heat。 Loosening his bow tie； Rémy tasted an unpleasant grittiness and handed the flask back to the Teacher。 〃I've probably had enough；〃 he managed； weakly。
Taking the flask； the Teacher said； 〃Rémy； as you are aware； you are the only one who knows my face。 I placed enormous trust in you。〃
〃Yes；〃 he said； feeling feverish as he loosened his tie further。 〃And your identity shall go with me to the grave。〃
The Teacher was silent a long moment。 〃I believe you。〃 Pocketing the flask and the keystone； the Teacher reached for the glove box and pulled out the tiny Medusa revolver。 For an instant； Rémy felt a surge of fear； but the Teacher simply slipped it in his trousers pocket。
What is he doing？ Rémy felt himself sweating suddenly。
〃I know I promised you freedom；〃 the Teacher said； his voice now sounding regretful。 〃But considering your circumstances； this is the best I can do。〃
The swelling in Rémy's throat came on like an earthquake； and he lurched against the steering column； grabbing his throat and tasting vomit in his narrowing esophagus。 He let out a muted croak of a scream； not even loud enough to be heard outside the car。 The saltiness in the cognac now registered。
I'm being murdered！
Incredulous； Rémy turned to see the Teacher sitting calmly beside him； staring straight ahead out the windshield。 Rémy's eyesight blurred； and he gasped for breath。 I made everything possible for him！ How could he do this！ Whether the Teacher had intended to kill Rémy all along or whether it had been Rémy's actions in the Temple Church that had made the Teacher lose faith； Rémy would never know。 Terror and rage coursed through him now。 Rémy tried to lunge for the Teacher； but his stiffening body could barely move。 I trusted you with everything！
Rémy tried to lift his clenched fists to blow the horn； but instead he slipped sideways； rolling onto the seat； lying on his side beside the Teacher； clutching at his throat。 The rain fell harder now。 Rémy could no longer see； but he could sense his oxygen…deprived brain straining to cling to his last faint shreds of lucidity。 As his world slowly went black； Rémy Legaludec could have sworn he heard the sounds of the soft Riviera surf。
The Teacher stepped from the limousine； pleased to see that nobody was looking in his direction。 I had no choice； he told himself； surprised how little remorse he felt for what he had just done。 Rémy sealed his own fate。 The Teacher had feared all along that Rémy might need to be eliminated when the mission was plete； but by brazenly showing himself in the Temple Church； Rémy had accelerated the necessity dramatically。 Robert Langdon's unexpected visit to Chateau Villette had brought the Teacher both a fortuitous windfall and an intricate dilemma。 Langdon had delivered the keystone directly to the heart of the operation； which was a pleasant surprise； and yet he had brought the police on his tail。 Rémy's prints were all over Chateau Villette； as well as in the barn's listening post； where Rémy had carried out the surveillance。 The Teacher was grateful he had taken so much care in preventing any ties between Rémy's activities and his own。 Nobody could implicate the Teacher unless Rémy talked； and that was no longer a concern。
One more loose end to tie up here； the Teacher thought； moving now toward the rear door of the limousine。 The police will have no idea what happened。。。 and no living witness left to tell them。 Glancing around to ensure nobody was watching； he pulled open the door and climbed into the spacious rear partment。
Minutes later； the Teacher was crossing St。 James's Park。 Only two people now remain。 Langdon and Neveu。 They were more plicated。 But manageable。 At the moment； however； the Teacher had the cryptex to attend to。
Gazing triumphantly across the park； he could see his destination。 In London lies a knight a Pope interred。 As soon as the Teacher had heard the poem； he had known the answer。 Even so； that the others had not figured it out was not surprising。 I have an unfair advantage。 Having listened to Saunière's conversations for months now； the Teacher had heard the Grand Master mention this famous knight on occasion； expressing esteem almost matching that he held for Da Vinci。 The poem's reference to the knight was brutally simple once one saw it—a credit to Saunière's wit—and yet how this tomb would reveal the final password was still a mystery。
You seek the orb that ought be on his tomb。
The Teacher vaguely recalled photos of the famous tomb and； in particular； its most distinguishing feature。 A magnificent orb。 The huge sphere mounted atop the tomb was almost as large as the tomb itself。 The presence of the orb seemed both encouraging and troubling to the Teacher。 On one hand； it felt like a signpost； and yet； according to the poem； the missing piece of the puzzle was an orb that ought to be on his tomb。。。 not one that was already there。 He was counting on his closer inspection of the tomb to unveil the answer。
The rain was getting heavier now； and he tucked the cryptex deep in his right…hand pocket to protect it from the dampness。 He kept the tiny Medusa revolver in his left； out of sight。 Within minutes； he was stepping into the quiet sanctuary of London's grandest nine…hundred…year…old building。
Just as the Teacher was stepping out of the rain； Bishop Aringarosa was stepping into it。 On the rainy tarmac at Biggin Hill Executive Airport； Aringarosa emerged from his cramped plane； bundling his cassock against the cold damp。 He had hoped to be greeted by Captain Fache。 Instead a young British police officer approached with an umbrella。
〃Bishop Aringarosa？ Captain Fache had to leave。 He asked me to look after you。 He suggested I take you to Scotland Yard。 He thought it would be safest。〃
Safest？ Aringarosa looked down at the heavy briefcase of Vatican bonds clutched in his hand。 He had almost forgotten。 〃Yes； thank you。〃
Aringarosa climbed into the police car； wondering where Silas could be。 Minutes later； the police scanner crackled with the answer。
5 Orme Court。
Aringarosa recognized the address instantly。
The Opus Dei Centre in London。
He spun to the driver。 〃Take me there at once！〃
CHAPTER 95
Langdon's eyes had not left the puter screen since the search began。
Five minutes。 Only two hits。 Both irrelevant。
He was starting to get worried。
Pamela Gettum was in the adjoining room； preparing hot drinks。 Langdon and Sophie had inquired unwisely if there might be some coffee brewing alongside the tea Gettum had offered； and from the sound of the microwave beeps in the next room； Langdon suspected their request was about to be rewarded with instant Nescafe。
Finally； the puter pinged happily。
〃Sounds like you got another；〃 Gettum called from the next room。 〃What's the title？〃
Langdon eyed the screen。
Grail Allegory in Medieval Literature： A Treatise on Sir Gawain and the Green Knight。
〃Allegory of the Green Knight；〃 he called back。
〃No good；〃 Gettum said。 〃Not many mythological green giants buried in London。〃
Langdon and Sophie sat patiently in front of the screen and waited through two more dubious returns。 When the puter pinged again； though； the offering was unexpected。
DIE OPERN VON RICHARD WAGNER
〃The operas of Wagner？〃 Sophie asked。
Gettum peeked back in the doorway； holding a packet of instant coffee。 〃That seems like a strange match。 Was Wagner a knight？〃
〃No；〃 Langdon said； feeling a sudden intrigue。 〃But he was a well…known Freemason。〃 Along with Mozart； Beethoven； Shakespeare； Gershwin； Houdini； and Disney。 Volumes had been written about the ties between the Masons and the Knights Templar； the Priory of Sion； and the Holy Grail。 〃I want to look at this one。 How do I see the full text？〃
〃You don't want the full text；〃 Gettum called。 〃Click on the hypertext title。 The puter will display your keyword hits along with mono prelogs and triple postlogs for context。〃
Langdon had no idea what she had just said； but he clicked anyway。
A new window popped up。
。。。mythological knight named Parsifal who。。。
。。。metaphorical Grail quest that arguably。。。
。。。the London Philharmonic in 1855。。。
Rebecca Pope's opera anthology 〃Diva's。。。
。。。Wagner's tomb in Bayreuth； Germany。。。
〃Wrong Pope；〃 Langdon said； disappointed。 Even so； he was amazed by the system's ease of use。 The keywords with context were enough to remind him that Wagner's opera Parsifal was a tribute to Mary Magdalene and the bloodline of Jesus Christ； told through the story of a young knight on a quest for truth。
〃Just be patient；〃 Gettum urged。 〃It's a numbers game。 Let the machine run。〃
Over the next few minutes； the puter returned several more Grail references； including a text about troubadours—France's famous wandering minstrels。 Langdon knew it was no coincidence that the word minstrel and minister shared an etymological root。 The troubadours were the traveling servants or 〃ministers〃 of the Church of Mary Magdalene； using music to disseminate the story of the sacred feminine among the mon folk。 To this day； the troubadours sang songs extolling the virtues of 〃our Lady〃—a mysterious and beautiful woman to whom they pledged themselves forever。
Eagerly； he checked the hypertext but found nothing。
The puter pinged again。
KNIGHTS； KNAVES； POPES； AND PENTACLES： THE HISTORY OF THE HOLY GRAIL THROUGH TAROT
〃Not surprising；〃 Langdon said to Sophie。 〃Some of our keywords have the same names as individual cards。〃 He reached for the mouse to click on a hyperlink。 〃I'm not sure if your grandfather ever mentioned it when you played Tarot with him； Sophie； but this game is a 'flash…card catechism' into the story of the Lost Bride and her subjugation by the evil Church。〃
Sophie eyed him； looking incredulous。 〃I had no idea。〃
〃That's the point。 By teaching through a metaphorical game； the followers of the Grail disguised their message from the watchful eye of the Church。〃 Langdon often wondered how many modern card players had any clue that their four suits—spades； hearts； clubs； diamonds—were Grail…related symbols that came directly from Tarot's four suits of swords； cups； scepters； and pentacles。
Spades were Swords—The blade。 Male。
Hearts were Cups—The chalice。 Feminine。
Clubs were Scepters—The Royal Line。 The flowering staff。
Diamonds were Pentacles—The goddess。 The sacred feminine。
Four minutes later； as Langdon began feeling fearful they would not find what they had e for； the puter produced another hit。
The Gravity of Genius： Biography of a Modern Knight。
〃Gravity of Genius？〃 Langdon called out to Gettum。 〃Bio of a modern knight？〃
Gettum stuck her head around the corner。 〃How modern？ Please don't tell me it's your Sir Rudy Giuliani。 Personally； I found that one a bit off the mark。〃
Langdon had his own qualms about the newly knighted Sir Mick Jagger； but this hardly seemed the moment to debate the politics of modern British knighthood。 〃Let's have a look。〃 Langdon summoned up the hypertext keywords。
。。。 honorable knight； Sir Isaac Newton。。。
。。。 in London in 1727 and。。。
。。。 his tomb in Westm