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〃I cannot help you； Leigh。 I have no idea how to open this。 I only saw Newton's tomb for a moment。 And even if I knew the password。。。〃 Langdon paused； realizing he had said too much。
〃You would not tell me？〃 Teabing sighed。 〃I am disappointed and surprised； Robert； that you do not appreciate the extent to which you are in my debt。 My task would have been far simpler had Rémy and I eliminated you both when you walked into Chateau Villette。 Instead I risked everything to take the nobler course。〃
〃This is noble？〃 Langdon demanded； eyeing the gun。
〃Saunière's fault；〃 Teabing said。 〃He and his sénéchaux lied to Silas。 Otherwise； I would have obtained the keystone without plication。 How was I to imagine the Grand Master would go to such ends to deceive me and bequeath the keystone to an estranged granddaughter？〃 Teabing looked at Sophie with disdain。 〃Someone so unqualified to hold this knowledge that she required a symbologist baby…sitter。〃 Teabing glanced back at Langdon。 〃Fortunately； Robert； your involvement turned out to be my saving grace。 Rather than the keystone remaining locked in the depository bank forever； you extracted it and walked into my home。〃
Where else would I run？ Langdon thought。 The munity of Grail historians is small； and Teabing and I have a history together。
Teabing now looked smug。 〃When I learned Saunière left you a dying message； I had a pretty good idea you were holding valuable Priory information。 Whether it was the keystone itself； or information on where to find it； I was not sure。 But with the police on your heels； I had a sneaking suspicion you might arrive on my doorstep。〃
Langdon glared。 〃And if we had not？〃
〃I was formulating a plan to extend you a helping hand。 One way or another； the keystone was ing to Chateau Villette。 The fact that you delivered it into my waiting hands only serves as proof that my cause is just。〃
〃What！〃 Langdon was appalled。
〃Silas was supposed to break in and steal the keystone from you in Chateau Villette—thus removing you from the equation without hurting you； and exonerating me from any suspicion of plicity。 However； when I saw the intricacy of Saunière's codes； I decided to include you both in my quest a bit longer。 I could have Silas steal the keystone later； once I knew enough to carry on alone。〃
〃The Temple Church；〃 Sophie said； her tone awash with betrayal。
Light begins to dawn； Teabing thought。 The Temple Church was the perfect location to steal the keystone from Robert and Sophie； and its apparent relevance to the poem made it a plausible decoy。 Rémy's orders had been clear—stay out of sight while Silas recovers the keystone。 Unfortunately； Langdon's threat to smash the keystone on the chapel floor had caused Rémy to panic。 If only Rémy had not revealed himself； Teabing thought ruefully； recalling his own mock kidnapping。 Rémy was the sole link to me； and he showed his face！
Fortunately； Silas remained unaware of Teabing's true identity and was easily fooled into taking him from the church and then watching naively as Rémy pretended to tie their hostage in the back of the limousine。 With the soundproof divider raised； Teabing was able to phone Silas in the front seat； use the fake French accent of the Teacher； and direct Silas to go straight to Opus Dei。 A simple anonymous tip to the police was all it would take to remove Silas from the picture。
One loose end tied up。
The other loose end was harder。 Rémy。
Teabing struggled deeply with the decision； but in the end Rémy had proven himself a liability。 Every Grail quest requires sacrifice。 The cleanest solution had been staring Teabing in the face from the limousine's wet bar—a flask； some cognac； and a can of peanuts。 The powder at the bottom of the can would be more than enough to trigger Rémy's deadly allergy。 When Rémy parked the limo on Horse Guards Parade； Teabing climbed out of the back； walked to the side passenger door； and sat in the front next to Rémy。 Minutes later； Teabing got out of the car； climbed into the rear again； cleaned up the evidence； and finally emerged to carry out the final phase of his mission。
Westminster Abbey had been a short walk； and although Teabing's leg braces； crutches； and gun had set off the metal detector； the rent…a…cops never knew what to do。 Do we ask him to remove his braces and crawl through？ Do we frisk his deformed body？ Teabing presented the flustered guards a far easier solution—an embossed card identifying him as Knight of the Realm。 The poor fellows practically tripped over one another ushering him in。
Now； eyeing the bewildered Langdon and Neveu； Teabing resisted the urge to reveal how he had brilliantly implicated Opus Dei in the plot that would soon bring about the demise of the entire Church。 That would have to wait。 Right now there was work to do。
〃Mes amis；〃 Teabing declared in flawless French； 〃vous ne trouvez pas le Saint…Graal； c'est le Saint…Graal qui vous trouve。〃 He smiled。 〃Our paths together could not be more clear。 The Grail has found us。〃
Silence。
He spoke to them in a whisper now。 〃Listen。 Can you hear it？ The Grail is speaking to us across the centuries。 She is begging to be saved from the Priory's folly。 I implore you both to recognize this opportunity。 There could not possibly be three more capable people assembled at this moment to break the final code and open the cryptex。〃 Teabing paused； his eyes alight。 〃We need to swear an oath together。 A pledge of faith to one another。 A knight's allegiance to uncover the truth and make it known。〃
Sophie stared deep into Teabing's eyes and spoke in a steely tone。 〃I will never swear an oath with my grandfather's murderer。 Except an oath that I will see you go to prison。〃
Teabing's heart turned grave； then resolute。 〃I am sorry you feel that way； mademoiselle。〃 He turned and aimed the gun at Langdon。 〃And you； Robert？ Are you with me； or against me？〃
CHAPTER 100
Bishop Manuel Aringarosa's body had endured many kinds of pain； and yet the searing heat of the bullet wound in his chest felt profoundly foreign to him。 Deep and grave。 Not a wound of the flesh。。。 but closer to the soul。
He opened his eyes； trying to see； but the rain on his face blurred his vision。 Where am I？ He could feel powerful arms holding him； carrying his limp body like a rag doll； his black cassock flapping。
Lifting a weary arm； he mopped his eyes and saw the man holding him was Silas。 The great albino was struggling down a misty sidewalk； shouting for a hospital； his voice a heartrending wail of agony。 His red eyes were focused dead ahead； tears streaming down his pale； blood…spattered face。
〃My son；〃 Aringarosa whispered； 〃you're hurt。〃
Silas glanced down； his visage contorted in anguish。 〃I am so very sorry； Father。〃 He seemed almost too pained to speak。
〃No； Silas；〃 Aringarosa replied。 〃It is I who am sorry。 This is my fault。〃 The Teacher promised me there would be no killing； and I told you to obey him fully。 〃I was too eager。 Too fearful。 You and I were deceived。〃 The Teacher was never going to deliver us the Holy Grail。
Cradled in the arms of the man he had taken in all those years ago； Bishop Aringarosa felt himself reel back in time。 To Spain。 To his modest beginnings； building a small Catholic church in Oviedo with Silas。 And later； to New York City； where he had proclaimed the glory of God with the towering Opus Dei Center on Lexington Avenue。
Five months ago； Aringarosa had received devastating news。 His life's work was in jeopardy。 He recalled； with vivid detail； the meeting inside Castel Gandolfo that had changed his life。。。 the news that had set this entire calamity into motion。
Aringarosa had entered Gandolfo's Astronomy Library with his head held high； fully expecting to be lauded by throngs of weling hands； all eager to pat him on the back for his superior work representing Catholicism in America。
But only three people were present。
The Vatican secretariat。 Obese。 Dour。
Two high…ranking Italian cardinals。 Sanctimonious。 Smug。
〃Secretariat？〃 Aringarosa said； puzzled。
The rotund overseer of legal affairs shook Aringarosa's hand and motioned to the chair opposite him。 〃Please； make yourself fortable。〃
Aringarosa sat； sensing something was wrong。
〃I am not skilled in small talk； Bishop；〃 the secretariat said； 〃so let me be direct about the reason for your visit。〃
〃Please。 Speak openly。〃 Aringarosa glanced at the two cardinals； who seemed to be measuring him with self…righteous anticipation。
〃As you are well aware；〃 the secretariat said； 〃His Holiness and others in Rome have been concerned lately with the political fallout from Opus Dei's more controversial practices。〃
Aringarosa felt himself bristle instantly。 He already had been through this on numerous occasions with the new pontiff； who； to Aringarosa's great dismay； had turned out to be a distressingly fervent voice for liberal change in the Church。
〃I want to assure you；〃 the secretariat added quickly； 〃that His Holiness does not seek to change anything about the way you run your ministry。〃
I should hope not！ 〃Then why am I here？〃
The enormous man sighed。 〃Bishop； I am not sure how to say this delicately； so I will state it directly。 Two days ago； the Secretariat Council voted unanimously to revoke the Vatic