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〃We need time to think and pray；〃 another said。 〃We must act with foresight。 The repercussions of this 。 。 。〃
〃He killed my father！〃 Vittoria said。 〃He killed his own father！〃
〃I'm certain he will pay for his sins；〃 the cardinal holding her arm said sadly。
Vittoria was certain too； and she intended to ensure he paid。 She tried to push toward the door again； but the cardinals huddled closer； their faces frightened。
〃What are you going to do？〃 she exclaimed。 〃Kill me？〃
The old men blanched； and Vittoria immediately regretted her words。 She could see these men were gentle souls。 They had seen enough violence tonight。 They meant no threat。 They were simply trapped。 Scared。 Trying to get their bearings。
〃I want 。 。 。〃 the wizened cardinal said； 〃。 。 。 to do what is right。〃
〃Then you will let her out；〃 a deep voice declared behind her。 The words were calm but absolute。 Robert Langdon arrived at her side； and she felt his hand take hers。 〃Ms。 Vetra and I are leaving this chapel。 Right now。〃
Faltering； hesitant； the cardinals began to step aside。
〃Wait！〃 It was Mortati。 He moved toward them now； down the center aisle； leaving the camerlegno alone and defeated on the altar。 Mortati looked older all of a sudden； wearied beyond his years。 His motion was burdened with shame。 He arrived； putting a hand on Langdon's shoulder and one on Vittoria's as well。 Vittoria felt sincerity in his touch。 The man's eyes were more tearful now。
〃Of course you are free to go；〃 Mortati said。 〃Of course。〃 The man paused； his grief almost tangible。 〃I ask only this 。 。 。〃 He stared down at his feet a long moment then back up at Vittoria and Langdon。 〃Let me do it。 I will go into the square right now and find a way。 I will tell them。 I don't know how 。 。 。 but I will find a way。 The church's confession should e from within。 Our failures should be our own to expose。〃
Mortati turned sadly back toward the altar。 〃Carlo； you have brought this church to a disastrous juncture。〃 He paused； looking around。 The altar was bare。
There was a rustle of cloth down the side aisle； and the door clicked shut。
The camerlegno was gone。
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Camerlegno Ventresca's white robe billowed as he moved down the hallway away from the Sistine Chapel。 The Swiss Guards had seemed perplexed when he emerged all alone from the chapel and told them he needed a moment of solitude。 But they had obeyed； letting him go。
Now as he rounded the corner and left their sight； the camerlegno felt a maelstrom of emotions like nothing he thought possible in human experience。 He had poisoned the man he called 〃Holy Father；〃 the man who addressed him as 〃my son。〃 The camerlegno had always believed the words 〃father〃 and 〃son〃 were religious tradition； but now he knew the diabolical truth…the words had been literal。
Like that fateful night weeks ago； the camerlegno now felt himself reeling madly through the darkness。
It was raining the morning the Vatican staff banged on the camerlegno's door； awakening him from a fitful sleep。 The Pope； they said； was not answering his door or his phone。 The clergy were frightened。 The camerlegno was the only one who could enter the Pope's chambers unannounced。
The camerlegno entered alone to find the Pope； as he was the night before； twisted and dead in his bed。 His Holiness's face looked like that of Satan。 His tongue black like death。 The Devil himself had been sleeping in the Pope's bed。
The camerlegno felt no remorse。 God had spoken。
Nobody would see the treachery 。 。 。 not yet。 That would e later。
He announced the terrible news…His Holiness was dead of a stroke。 Then the camerlegno prepared for conclave。
Mother Maria's voice was whispering in his ear。 〃Never break a promise to God。〃
〃I hear you； Mother；〃 he replied。 〃It is a faithless world。 They need to be brought back to the path of righteousness。 Horror and Hope。 It is the only way。〃
〃Yes；〃 she said。 〃If not you 。 。 。 then who？ Who will lead the church out of darkness？〃
Certainly not one of the preferiti。 They were old 。 。 。 walking death 。 。 。 liberals who would follow the Pope； endorsing science in his memory； seeking modern followers by abandoning the ancient ways。 Old men desperately behind the times； pathetically pretending they were not。 They would fail； of course。 The church's strength was its tradition； not its transience。 The whole world was transitory。 The church did not need to change； it simply needed to remind the world it was relevant！ Evil lives！ God will overe！
The church needed a leader。 Old men do not inspire！ Jesus inspired！ Young； vibrant； powerful 。 。 。 MIRACULOUS。
〃Enjoy your tea；〃 the camerlegno told the four preferiti； leaving them in the Pope's private library before conclave。 〃Your guide will be here soon。〃
The preferiti thanked him； all abuzz that they had been offered a chance to enter the famed Passetto。 Most unmon！ The camerlegno； before leaving them； had unlocked the door to the Passetto； and exactly on schedule； the door had opened； and a foreign…looking priest with a torch had ushered the excited preferiti in。
The men had never e out。
They will be the Horror。 I will be the Hope。
No 。 。 。 I am the horror。
The camerlegno staggered now through the darkness of St。 Peter's Basilica。 Somehow； through the insanity and guilt； through the images of his father； through the pain and revelation； even through the pull of the morphine 。 。 。 he had found a brilliant clarity。 A sense of destiny。 I know my purpose； he thought； awed by the lucidity of it。
From the beginning； nothing tonight had gone exactly as he had planned。 Unforeseen obstacles had presented themselves； but the camerlegno had adapted； making bold adjustments。 Still； he had never imagined tonight would end this way； and yet now he saw the preordained majesty of it。
It could end no other way。
Oh； what terror he had felt in the Sistine Chapel； wondering if God had forsaken him！ Oh； what deeds He had ordained！ He had fallen to his knees； awash with doubt； his ears straining for the voice of God but hearing only silence。 He had begged for a sign。 Guidance。 Direction。 Was this God's will？ The church destroyed by scandal and abomination？ No！ God was the one who had willed the camerlegno to act！ Hadn't He？
Then he had seen it。 Sitting on the altar。 A sign。 Divine munication…something ordinary seen in an extraordinary light。 The crucifix。 Humble； wooden。 Jesus on the cross。 In that moment； it had all e clear 。 。 。 the camerlegno was not alone。 He would never be alone。
This was His will 。 。 。 His meaning。
God had always asked great sacrifice of those he loved most。 Why had the camerlegno been so slow to understand？ Was he too fearful？ Too humble？ It made no difference。 God had found a way。 The camerlegno even understood now why Robert Langdon had been saved。 It was to bring the truth。 To pel this ending。
This was the sole path to the church's salvation！
The camerlegno felt like he was floating as he descended into the Niche of the Palliums。 The surge of morphine seemed relentless now； but he knew God was guiding him。
In the distance； he could hear the cardinals clamoring in co