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ati brotherhood grew to include academics from all over Europe。 The scientists met regularly in Rome at an ultrasecret lair they called the Church of Illumination。〃
Kohler coughed and shifted in his chair。
〃Many of the Illuminati；〃 Langdon continued； 〃wanted to bat the church's tyranny with acts of violence； but their most revered member persuaded them against it。 He was a pacifist； as well as one of history's most famous scientists。〃
Langdon was certain Kohler would recognize the name。 Even nonscientists were familiar with the ill…fated astronomer who had been arrested and almost executed by the church for proclaiming that the sun； and not the earth； was the center of the solar system。 Although his data were incontrovertible； the astronomer was severely punished for implying that God had placed mankind somewhere other than at the center of His universe。
〃His name was Galileo Galilei；〃 Langdon said。
Kohler looked up。 〃Galileo？〃
〃Yes。 Galileo was an Illuminatus。 And he was also a devout Catholic。 He tried to soften the church's position on science by proclaiming that science did not undermine the existence of God； but rather reinforced it。 He wrote once that when he looked through his telescope at the spinning planets； he could hear God's voice in the music of the spheres。 He held that science and religion were not enemies； but rather allies…two different languages telling the same story； a story of symmetry and balance 。 。 。 heaven and hell； night and day； hot and cold； God and Satan。 Both science and religion rejoiced in God's symmetry 。 。 。 the endless contest of light and dark。〃 Langdon paused； stamping his feet to stay warm。
Kohler simply sat in his wheelchair and stared。
〃Unfortunately；〃 Langdon added； 〃the unification of science and religion was not what the church wanted。〃
〃Of course not；〃 Kohler interrupted。 〃The union would have nullified the church's claim as the sole vessel through which man could understand God。 So the church tried Galileo as a heretic； found him guilty； and put him under permanent house arrest。 I am quite aware of scientific history； Mr。 Langdon。 But this was all centuries ago。 What does it have to do with Leonardo Vetra？〃
The million dollar question。 Langdon cut to the chase。 〃Galileo's arrest threw the Illuminati into upheaval。 Mistakes were made； and the church discovered the identities of four members； whom they captured and interrogated。 But the four scientists revealed nothing 。 。 。 even under torture。〃
〃Torture？〃
Langdon nodded。 〃They were branded alive。 On the chest。 With the symbol of a cross。〃
Kohler's eyes widened； and he shot an uneasy glance at Vetra's body。
〃Then the scientists were brutally murdered； their dead bodies dropped in the streets of Rome as a warning to others thinking of joining the Illuminati。 With the church closing in； the remaining Illuminati fled Italy。〃
Langdon paused to make his point。 He looked directly into Kohler's dead eyes。 〃The Illuminati went deep underground； where they began mixing with other refugee groups fleeing the Catholic purges…mystics； alchemists； occultists； Muslims； Jews。 Over the years； the Illuminati began absorbing new members。 A new Illuminati emerged。 A darker Illuminati。 A deeply anti…Christian Illuminati。 They grew very powerful； employing mysterious rites； deadly secrecy； vowing someday to rise again and take revenge on the Catholic Church。 Their power grew to the point where the church considered them the single most dangerous anti…Christian force on earth。 The Vatican denounced the brotherhood as Shaitan。〃
〃Shaitan？〃
〃It's Islamic。 It means 'adversary' 。 。 。 God's adversary。 The church chose Islam for the name because it was a language they considered dirty。〃 Langdon hesitated。 〃Shaitan is the root of an English word 。 。 。Satan。〃
An uneasiness crossed Kohler's face。
Langdon's voice was grim。 〃Mr。 Kohler； I do not know how this marking appeared on this man's chest 。 。 。 or why 。 。 。 but you are looking at the long…lost symbol of the world's oldest and most powerful satanic cult。〃
10
The alley was narrow and deserted。 The Hassassin strode quickly now； his black eyes filling with anticipation。 As he approached his destination； Janus's parting words echoed in his mind。 Phase two begins shortly。 Get some rest。
The Hassassin smirked。 He had been awake all night； but sleep was the last thing on his mind。 Sleep was for the weak。 He was a warrior like his ancestors before him； and his people never slept once a battle had begun。 This battle had most definitely begun； and he had been given the honor of spilling first blood。 Now he had two hours to celebrate his glory before going back to work。
Sleep？ There are far better ways to relax 。 。 。
An appetite for hedonistic pleasure was something bred into him by his ancestors。 His ascendants had indulged in hashish； but he preferred a different kind of gratification。 He took pride in his body…a well…tuned； lethal machine； which； despite his heritage； he refused to pollute with narcotics。 He had developed a more nourishing addiction than drugs 。 。 。 a far more healthy and satisfying reward。
Feeling a familiar anticipation swelling within him； the Hassassin moved faster down the alley。 He arrived at the nondescript door and rang the bell。 A view slit in the door opened； and two soft brown eyes studied him appraisingly。 Then the door swung open。
〃Wele；〃 the well…dressed woman said。 She ushered him into an impeccably furnished sitting room where the lights were low。 The air was laced with expensive perfume and musk。 〃Whenever you are ready。〃 She handed him a book of photographs。 〃Ring me when you have made your choice。〃 Then she disappeared。
The Hassassin smiled。
As he sat on the plush divan and positioned the photo album on his lap； he felt a carnal hunger stir。 Although his people did not celebrate Christmas； he imagined that this is what it must feel like to be a Christian child； sitting before a stack of Christmas presents； about to discover the miracles inside。 He opened the album and examined the photos。 A lifetime of sexual fantasies stared back at him。
Marisa。 An Italian goddess。 Fiery。 A young Sophia Loren。
Sachiko。 A Japanese geisha。 Lithe。 No doubt skilled。
Kanara。 A stunning black vision。 Muscular。 Exotic。
He examined the entire album twice and made his choice。 He pressed a button on the table beside him。 A minute later the woman who had greeted him reappeared。 He indicated his selection。 She smiled。 〃Follow me。〃
After handling the financial arrangements； the woman made a hushed phone call。 She waited a few minutes and then led him up a winding marble staircase to a luxurious hallway。 〃It's the gold door on the end；〃 she said。 〃You have expensive taste。〃
I should； he thought。 I am a connoisseur。
The Hassassin padded the length of the hallway like a panther anticipating a long overdue meal。 When he reached the doorway he smiled to himself。 It was already ajar 。 。 。 weling him in。 He pushed； and the door swung noiselessly open。
When he saw his selection； he knew he had chosen well。 She was exactly as he had requested 。 。 。 nude； lying on her back； her arms tied to the bedposts