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Kohler could see in Rocher's eyes that he had no choice but to wait。 Fine； Kohler thought。 We wait。
The guards； cruelly it seemed； had stopped Kohler next to a full…length gilded mirror。 The sight of his own twisted form repulsed Kohler。 The ancient rage brimmed yet again to the surface。 It empowered him。 He was among the enemy now。 These were the people who had robbed him of his dignity。 These were the people。 Because of them he had never felt the touch of a woman 。 。 。 had never stood tall to accept an award。 What truth do these people possess？ What proof； damn it！ A book of ancient fables？ Promises of miracles to e？ Science creates miracles every day！
Kohler stared a moment into his own stony eyes。 Tonight I may die at the hands of religion； he thought。 But it will not be the first time。
For a moment； he was eleven years old again； lying in his bed in his parents' Frankfurt mansion。 The sheets beneath him were Europe's finest linen； but they were soaked with sweat。 Young Max felt like he was on fire； the pain wracking his body unimaginable。 Kneeling beside his bed； where they had been for two days； were his mother and father。 They were praying。
In the shadows stood three of Frankfurt's best doctors。
〃I urge you to reconsider！〃 one of the doctors said。 〃Look at the boy！ His fever is increasing。 He is in terrible pain。 And danger！〃
But Max knew his mother's reply before she even said it。 〃Gott wird ihn beschuetzen。〃
Yes； Max thought。 God will protect me。 The conviction in his mother's voice gave him strength。 God will protect me。
An hour later； Max felt like his whole body was being crushed beneath a car。 He could not even breathe to cry。
〃Your son is in great suffering；〃 another doctor said。 〃Let me at least ease his pain。 I have in my bag a simple injection of…〃
〃Ruhe； bitte！〃 Max's father silenced the doctor without ever opening his eyes。 He simply kept praying。
〃Father； please！〃 Max wanted to scream。 〃Let them stop the pain！〃 But his words were lost in a spasm of coughing。
An hour later； the pain had worsened。
〃Your son could bee paralyzed；〃 one of the doctors scolded。 〃Or even die！ We have medicines that will help！〃
Frau and Herr Kohler would not allow it。 They did not believe in medicine。 Who were they to interfere with God's master plan？ They prayed harder。 After all； God had blessed them with this boy； why would God take the child away？ His mother whispered to Max to be strong。 She explained that God was testing him 。 。 。 like the Bible story of Abraham 。 。 。 a test of his faith。
Max tried to have faith； but the pain was excruciating。
〃I cannot watch this！〃 one of the doctors finally said； running from the room。
By dawn； Max was barely conscious。 Every muscle in his body spasmed in agony。 Where is Jesus？ he wondered。 Doesn't he love me？ Max felt the life slipping from his body。
His mother had fallen asleep at the bedside； her hands still clasped over him。 Max's father stood across the room at the window staring out at the dawn。 He seemed to be in a trance。 Max could hear the low mumble of his ceaseless prayers for mercy。
It was then that Max sensed the figure hovering over him。 An angel？ Max could barely see。 His eyes were swollen shut。 The figure whispered in his ear； but it was not the voice of an angel。 Max recognized it as one of the doctors 。 。 。 the one who had sat in the corner for two days； never leaving； begging Max's parents to let him administer some new drug from England。
〃I will never forgive myself；〃 the doctor whispered； 〃if I do not do this。〃 Then the doctor gently took Max's frail arm。 〃I wish I had done it sooner。〃
Max felt a tiny prick in his arm…barely discernible through the pain。
Then the doctor quietly packed his things。 Before he left； he put a hand on Max's forehead。 〃This will save your life。 I have great faith in the power of medicine。〃
Within minutes； Max felt as if some sort of magic spirit were flowing through his veins。 The warmth spread through his body numbing his pain。 Finally； for the first time in days； Max slept。
When the fever broke； his mother and father proclaimed a miracle of God。 But when it became evident that their son was crippled； they became despondent。 They wheeled their son into the church and begged the priest for counseling。
〃It was only by the grace of God；〃 the priest told them； 〃that this boy survived。〃
Max listened； saying nothing。
〃But our son cannot walk！〃 Frau Kohler was weeping。
The priest nodded sadly。 〃Yes。 It seems God has punished him for not having enough faith。〃
〃Mr。 Kohler？〃 It was the Swiss Guard who had run ahead。 〃The camerlegno says he will grant you audience。〃
Kohler grunted； accelerating again down the hall。
〃He is surprised by your visit；〃 the guard said。
〃I'm sure。〃 Kohler rolled on。 〃I would like to see him alone。〃
〃Impossible；〃 the guard said。 〃No one…〃
〃Lieutenant；〃 Rocher barked。 〃The meeting will be as Mr。 Kohler wishes。〃
The guard stared in obvious disbelief。
Outside the door to the Pope's office； Rocher allowed his guards to take standard precautions before letting Kohler in。 Their handheld metal detector was rendered worthless by the myriad of electronic devices on Kohler's wheelchair。 The guards frisked him but were obviously too ashamed of his disability to do it properly。 They never found the revolver affixed beneath his chair。 Nor did they relieve him of the other object 。 。 。 the one that Kohler knew would bring unforgettable closure to this evening's chain of events。
When Kohler entered the Pope's office； Camerlegno Ventresca was alone； kneeling in prayer beside a dying fire。 He did not open his eyes。
〃Mr。 Kohler；〃 the camerlegno said。 〃Have you e to make me a martyr？〃
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All the while； the narrow tunnel called Il Passetto stretched out before Langdon and Vittoria as they dashed toward Vatican City。 The torch in Langdon's hand threw only enough light to see a few yards ahead。 The walls were close on either side； and the ceiling low。 The air smelled dank。 Langdon raced on into the darkness with Vittoria close at his heels。
The tunnel inclined steeply as it left the Castle St。 Angelo； proceeding upward into the underside of a stone bastion that looked like a Roman aqueduct。 There； the tunnel leveled out and began its secret course toward Vatican City。
As Langdon ran； his thoughts turned over and over in a kaleidoscope of confounding images…Kohler； Janus； the Hassassin； Rocher 。 。 。 a sixth brand？ I'm sure you've heard about the sixth brand； the killer had said。 The most brilliant of all。 Langdon was quite certain he had not。 Even in conspiracy theory lore； Langdon could think of no references to any sixth brand。 Real or imagined。 There were rumors of a gold bullion and a flawless Illuminati Diamond but never any mention of a sixth brand。
〃Kohler can't be Janus！〃 Vittoria declared as they ran down the interior of the dike。 〃It's impossible！〃
Impossible was one word Langdon had stopped using tonight。 〃I don't know；〃 Langdon yelled as they ran。 〃Kohler has a serious grudge； and he also has some serious influence。〃
〃This crisis has made CERN look like monsters！ Max would never do