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At thirty feet； Langdon could start to hear voices。 No words。 Just faint murmurings。 Beside him； Vittoria moved faster with every step。 Her arms loosened before her； the gun starting to peek out。 Twenty feet。 The voices were clearer…one much louder than the other。 Angry。 Ranting。 Langdon sensed it was the voice of an old woman。 Gruff。 Androgynous。 He strained to hear what she was saying； but another voice cut the night。
〃Mi scusi！〃 Vittoria's friendly tone lit the square like a torch。
Langdon tensed as the cloaked couple stopped short and began to turn。 Vittoria kept striding toward them； even faster now； on a collision course。 They would have no time to react。 Langdon realized his own feet had stopped moving。 From behind； he saw Vittoria's arms loosening； her hand ing free； the gun swinging forward。 Then； over her shoulder； he saw a face； lit now in the street lamp。 The panic surged to his legs； and he lunged forward。 〃Vittoria； no！〃
Vittoria； however； seemed to exist a split second ahead of him。 In a motion as swift as it was casual； Vittoria's arms were raised again； the gun disappearing as she clutched herself like a woman on a chilly night。 Langdon stumbled to her side； almost colliding with the cloaked couple before them。
〃Buona sera；〃 Vittoria blurted； her voice startled with retreat。
Langdon exhaled in relief。 Two elderly women stood before them scowling out from beneath their mantles。 One was so old she could barely stand。 The other was helping her。 Both clutched rosaries。 They seemed confused by the sudden interruption。
Vittoria smiled； although she looked shaken。 〃Dov'и la chiesa Santa Maria della Vittoria？ Where is the Church of…〃
The two women motioned in unison to a bulky silhouette of a building on an inclined street from the direction they had e。 〃И lа。〃
〃Grazie；〃 Langdon said； putting his hands on Vittoria's shoulders and gently pulling her back。 He couldn't believe they'd almost attacked a pair of old ladies。
〃Non si puу entrare；〃 one woman warned。 〃И chiusa temprano。〃
〃Closed early？〃 Vittoria looked surprised。 〃Perchи？〃
Both women explained at once。 They sounded irate。 Langdon understood only parts of the grumbling Italian。 Apparently； the women had been inside the church fifteen minutes ago praying for the Vatican in its time of need； when some man had appeared and told them the church was closing early。
〃Hanno conosciuto l'uomo？〃 Vittoria demanded； sounding tense。 〃Did you know the man？〃
The women shook their heads。 The man was a straniero crudo； they explained； and he had forcibly made everyone inside leave； even the young priest and janitor； who said they were calling the police。 But the intruder had only laughed； telling them to be sure the police brought cameras。
Cameras？ Langdon wondered。
The women clucked angrily and called the man a bar…аrabo。 Then； grumbling； they continued on their way。
〃Bar…аrabo？〃Langdon asked Vittoria。 〃A barbarian？〃
Vittoria looked suddenly taut。 〃Not quite。 Bar…аrabo is derogatory wordplay。 It means Аrabo 。 。 。 Arab。〃
Langdon felt a shiver and turned toward the outline of the church。 As he did； his eyes glimpsed something in the church's stained…glass windows。 The image shot dread through his body。
Unaware； Vittoria removed her cell phone and pressed the auto dial。 〃I'm warning Olivetti。〃
Speechless； Langdon reached out and touched her arm。 With a tremulous hand； he pointed to the church。
Vittoria let out a gasp。
Inside the building； glowing like evil eyes through the stained…glass windows 。 。 。 shone the growing flash of flames。
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Langdon and Vittoria dashed to the main entrance of the church of Santa Maria della Vittoria and found the wooden door locked。 Vittoria fired three shots from Olivetti's semi…automatic into the ancient bolt； and it shattered。
The church had no anteroom； so the entirety of the sanctuary spread out in one gasping sweep as Langdon and Vittoria threw open the main door。 The scene before them was so unexpected； so bizarre； that Langdon had to close his eyes and reopen them before his mind could take it all in。
The church was lavish baroque 。 。 。 gilded walls and altars。 Dead center of the sanctuary； beneath the main cupola； wooden pews had been stacked high and were now ablaze in some sort of epic funeral pyre。 A bonfire shooting high into the dome。 As Langdon's eyes followed the inferno upward； the true horror of the scene descended like a bird of prey。
High overhead； from the left and right sides of the ceiling； hung two incensor cables…lines used for swinging frankincense vessels above the congregation。 These lines； however； carried no incensors now。 Nor were they swinging。 They had been used for something else 。 。 。
Suspended from the cables was a human being。 A naked man。 Each wrist had been connected to an opposing cable； and he had been hoisted almost to the point of being torn apart。 His arms were outstretched in a spread…eagle as if he were nailed to some sort of invisible crucifix hovering within the house of God。
Langdon felt paralyzed as he stared upward。 A moment later； he witnessed the final abomination。 The old man was alive； and he raised his head。 A pair of terrified eyes gazed down in a silent plea for help。 On the man's chest was a scorched emblem。 He had been branded。 Langdon could not see it clearly； but he had little doubt what the marking said。 As the flames climbed higher； lapping at the man's feet； the victim let out a cry of pain； his body trembling。
As if ignited by some unseen force； Langdon felt his body suddenly in motion； dashing down the main aisle toward the conflagration。 His lungs filled with smoke as he closed in。 Ten feet from the inferno； at a full sprint； Langdon hit a wall of heat。 The skin on his face singed； and he fell back； shielding his eyes and landing hard on the marble floor。 Staggering upright； he pressed forward again； hands raised in protection。
Instantly he knew。 The fire was far too hot。
Moving back again； he scanned the chapel walls。 A heavy tapestry； he thought。 If I can somehow smother the 。 。 。 But he knew a tapestry was not to be found。 This is a baroque chapel； Robert； not some damn German castle！ Think！ He forced his eyes back to the suspended man。
High above； smoke and flames swirled in the cupola。 The incensor cables stretched outward from the man's wrists； rising to the ceiling where they passed through pulleys； and descended again to metal cleats on either side of the church。 Langdon looked over at one of the cleats。 It was high on the wall； but he knew if he could get to it and loosen one of the lines； the tension would slacken and the man would swing wide of the fire。
A sudden surge of flames crackled higher； and Langdon heard a piercing scream from above。 The skin on the man's feet was starting to blister。 The cardinal was being roasted alive。 Langdon fixed his sights on the cleat and ran for it。
In the rear of the church； Vittoria clutched the back of a pew； trying to gather her senses。 The image overhead was horrid。 She forced her eyes away。 Do something！ She wondered where Olivetti was。 Had he seen the Hassassin？ Had he caught him？ Where were they now？ Vi