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Vittoria's outline was still visible above； holding the blowtorch inside the hole； lighting Langdon's way。 As he lowered himself deeper into the darkness； the bluish glow from above got fainter。 The only thing that got stronger was the stench。
Twelve rungs down； it happened。 Langdon's foot hit a spot that was slippery with decay； and he faltered。 Lunging forward； he caught the ladder with his forearms to avoid plummeting to the bottom。 Cursing the bruises now throbbing on his arms； he dragged his body back onto the ladder and began his descent again。
Three rungs deeper； he almost fell again； but this time it was not a rung that caused the mishap。 It was a bolt of fear。 He had descended past a hollowed niche in the wall before him and suddenly found himself face to face with a collection of skulls。 As he caught his breath and looked around him； he realized the wall at this level was honeybed with shelflike openings…burial niches…all filled with skeletons。 In the phosphorescent light； it made for an eerie collage of empty sockets and decaying rib cages flickering around him。
Skeletons by firelight； he grimaced wryly； realizing he had quite coincidentally endured a similar evening just last month。 An evening of bones and flames。 The New York Museum of Archeology's candlelight benefit dinner…salmon flambй in the shadow of a brontosaurus skeleton。 He had attended at the invitation of Rebecca Strauss…one…time fashion model now art critic from the Times； a whirlwind of black velvet； cigarettes； and not…so…subtly enhanced breasts。 She'd called him twice since。 Langdon had not returned her calls。 Most ungentlemanly； he chided； wondering how long Rebecca Strauss would last in a stink…pit like this。
Langdon was relieved to feel the final rung give way to the spongy earth at the bottom。 The ground beneath his shoes felt damp。 Assuring himself the walls were not going to close in on him； he turned into the crypt。 It was circular； about twenty feet across。 Breathing through his sleeve again； Langdon turned his eyes to the body。 In the gloom； the image was hazy。 A white； fleshy outline。 Facing the other direction。 Motionless。 Silent。
Advancing through the murkiness of the crypt； Langdon tried to make sense of what he was looking at。 The man had his back to Langdon； and Langdon could not see his face； but he did indeed seem to be standing。
〃Hello？〃 Langdon choked through his sleeve。 Nothing。 As he drew nearer； he realized the man was very short。 Too short 。 。 。
〃What's happening？〃 Vittoria called from above； shifting the light。
Langdon did not answer。 He was now close enough to see it all。 With a tremor of repulsion； he understood。 The chamber seemed to contract around him。 Emerging like a demon from the earthen floor was an old man 。 。 。 or at least half of him。 He was buried up to his waist in the earth。 Standing upright with half of him below ground。 Stripped naked。 His hands tied behind his back with a red cardinal's sash。 He was propped limply upward； spine arched backward like some sort of hideous punching bag。 The man's head lay backward； eyes toward the heavens as if pleading for help from God himself。
〃Is he dead？〃 Vittoria called。
Langdon moved toward the body。 I hope so； for his sake。 As he drew to within a few feet； he looked down at the upturned eyes。 They bulged outward； blue and bloodshot。 Langdon leaned down to listen for breath but immediately recoiled。 〃For Christ's sake！〃
〃What！〃
Langdon almost gagged。 〃He's dead all right。 I just saw the cause of death。〃 The sight was gruesome。 The man's mouth had been jammed open and packed solid with dirt。 〃Somebody stuffed a fistful of dirt down his throat。 He suffocated。〃
〃Dirt？〃 Vittoria said。 〃As in 。 。 。 earth？〃
Langdon did a double take。 Earth。 He had almost forgotten。 The brands。 Earth； Air； Fire； Water。 The killer had threatened to brand each victim with one of the ancient elements of science。 The first element was Earth。 From Santi's earthly tomb。 Dizzy from the fumes； Langdon circled to the front of the body。 As he did； the symbologist within him loudly reasserted the artistic challenge of creating the mythical ambigram。 Earth？ How？ And yet； an instant later； it was before him。 Centuries of Illuminati legend whirled in his mind。 The marking on the cardinal's chest was charred and oozing。 The flesh was seared black。 La lingua pura 。 。 。
Langdon stared at the brand as the room began to spin。
〃Earth；〃 he whispered； tilting his head to see the symbol upside down。 〃Earth。〃
Then； in a wave of horror； he had one final cognition。 There are three more。
68
Despite the soft glow of candlelight in the Sistine Chapel； Cardinal Mortati was on edge。 Conclave had officially begun。 And it had begun in a most inauspicious fashion。
Half an hour ago； at the appointed hour； Camerlegno Carlo Ventresca had entered the chapel。 He walked to the front altar and gave opening prayer。 Then； he unfolded his hands and spoke to them in a tone as direct as anything Mortati had ever heard from the altar of the Sistine。
〃You are well aware；〃 the camerlegno said； 〃that our four preferiti are not present in conclave at this moment。 I ask； in the name of his late Holiness； that you proceed as you must 。 。 。 with faith and purpose。 May you have only God before your eyes。〃 Then he turned to go。
〃But；〃 one cardinal blurted out； 〃where are they？〃
The camerlegno paused。 〃That I cannot honestly say。〃
〃When will they return？〃
〃That I cannot honestly say。〃
〃Are they okay？〃
〃That I cannot honestly say。〃
〃Will they return？〃
There was a long pause。
〃Have faith；〃 the camerlegno said。 Then he walked out of the room。
The doors to the Sistine Chapel had been sealed； as was the custom； with two heavy chains on the outside。 Four Swiss Guards stood watch in the hallway beyond。 Mortati knew the only way the doors could be opened now； prior to electing a Pope； was if someone inside fell deathly ill； or if the preferiti arrived。 Mortati prayed it would be the latter； although from the knot in his stomach he was not so sure。
Proceed as we must； Mortati decided； taking his lead from the resolve in the camerlegno's voice。 So he had called for a vote。 What else could he do？
It had taken thirty minutes to plete the preparatory rituals leading up to this first vote。 Mortati had waited patiently at the main altar as each cardinal； in order of seniority； had approached and performed the specific balloting procedure。
Now； at last； the final cardinal had arrived at the altar and was kneeling before him。
〃I call as my witness；〃 the cardinal declared； exactly as those before him； 〃Christ the Lord； who will be my judge that my vote is given to the one who before God I think should be elected。〃
The cardinal stood up。 He held his ballot high over his head for everyone to see。 Then he lowered the ballot to the altar； where a plate sat atop a large chalice。 He placed the ballot on the plate。 Next he picked up the plate and used it to drop the ballot into the chalice。 Use of the plate was to ensure no one secretly dropped multiple ballots。
After he had submitted his ballot； he replaced the plate over the chalice； b