«Father Galloway,» Katherine said, «Peter is in trouble. The CIA is chasing us. And Warren Bellamy sent us to you for help. I don’t know what this pyramid says or where it points, but if deciphering it means that we can help Peter, we need to do that. Mr. Bellamy may have preferred to sacrifice my brother’s life to hide this pyramid, but my family has experienced nothing but pain because of it. Whatever secret it may hold, it ends tonight.»
«You are correct,» the old man replied, his tone dire. «It will all end tonight. You’ve guaranteed that.» He sighed. «Ms. Solomon, when you broke the seal on that box, you set in motion a series of events from which there will be no return. There are forces at work tonight that you do not yet comprehend. There is no turning back.»
Katherine stared dumbfounded at the reverend. There was something apocalyptic about his tone, as if he were referring to the Seven Seals of Revelation or Pandora’s box.
«Respectfully, sir,» Langdon interceded, «I can’t imagine how a stone pyramid could set in motion anything at all.»
«Of course you can’t, Professor.» The old man stared blindly through him. «You do not yet have eyes to see.»
CHAPTER 83
In the moist air of the jungle, the architect of the capitol could feel the sweat now rolling down his back. his handcuffed wrists ached, but all of his attention remained riveted on the ominous titanium briefcase that sato had just opened on the bench between them.
The contents of this case, Sato had told him, will persuade you to see things my way. I guarantee it.
The tiny Asian woman had unclasped the metal case away from Bellamy’s line of sight, and he had yet to see its contents, but his imagination was running wild. Sato’s hands were doing something inside the case, and Bellamy half expected her to extract a series of glistening, razor-sharp tools.
Suddenly a light source flickered inside the case, growing brighter, illuminating Sato’s face from beneath. Her hands kept moving inside, and the light changed hue. After a few moments, she removed her hands, grasped the entire case, and turned it toward Bellamy so he could see inside.
Bellamy found himself squinting into the glow of what appeared to be some kind of futuristic laptop with a handheld phone receiver, two antennae, and a double keyboard. His initial surge of relief turned quickly to confusion.
The screen bore the CIA logo and the text:
SECURE LOG-IN
USER: INOUE SATO
SECURITY CLEARANCE: LEVEL 5
Beneath the laptop’s log-in window, a progress icon was spinning:
ONE MOMENT PLEASE. .
DECRYPTING FILE. .
Bellamy’s gaze shot back up to Sato, whose eyes were locked on his. «I had not wanted to show you this,» she said. «But you’ve left me no choice.» the screen flickered again, and bellamy glanced back down as the file opened, its contents filling the entire lcd.
For several moments, Bellamy stared at the screen, trying to make sense of what he was looking at. Gradually, as it began to dawn on him, he felt the blood draining from his face. He stared in horror, unable to look away. «But this is. . impossible!» he exclaimed. «How. . could this be!»
Sato’s face was grim. «You tell me, Mr. Bellamy. You tell me.»
As the Architect of the Capitol began to fully comprehend the ramifications of what he was seeing, he could feel his entire world teetering precariously on the brink of disaster.
My God. . I’ve made a terrible, terrible mistake!
CHAPTER 84
Dean Galloway felt alive.
Like all mortals, he knew the time was coming when he would shed his mortal shell, but tonight was not the night. His corporeal heart was beating strong and fast. . and his mind felt sharp. There is work to be done.
As he ran his arthritic hands across the pyramid’s smooth surfaces, he could scarcely believe what he was feeling. I never imagined I would live to witness this moment. For generations, the pieces of the symbolon map had been kept safely apart from one another. Now they were united at last. Galloway wondered if this was the foretold time.
Strangely, fate had selected two non-Masons to assemble the pyramid. Somehow, this seemed fitting. The Mysteries are moving out of the inner circles. . out of darkness. . into the light.
«Professor,» he said, turning his head in the direction of Langdon’s breathing. «Did Peter tell you why he wanted you to watch over the little package?»
«He said powerful people wanted to steal it from him,» Langdon replied.
The dean nodded. «Yes, Peter told me the same thing.»
«He did?» Katherine said suddenly on his left. «You and my brother spoke about this pyramid?»
«Of course,» Galloway said. «Your brother and I have spoken on many things. I was once the Worshipful Master at the House of the Temple, and he comes to me for guidance at times. It was about a year ago that he came to me, deeply troubled. He sat exactly where you are now, and he asked me if I believed in supernatural premonitions.»
«Premonitions?» Katherine sounded concerned. «You mean like. . visions?»
«Not exactly. It was more visceral. Peter said he was feeling the growing presence of a dark force in his life. He sensed something was watching him. . waiting. . intending to do him great harm.»
«Obviously he was right,» Katherine said, «considering that the same man who killed our mother and peter’s son had come to washington and become one of peter’s own masonic brothers.»
«True,» Langdon said, «but it doesn’t explain the involvement of the CIA.»
Galloway was not so sure. «Men in power are always interested in greater power.»
«But. . the CIA?» Langdon challenged. «And mystical secrets? Something doesn’t add up.»
«Sure it does,» Katherine said. «The CIA thrives on technological advancement and has always experimented with the mystical sciences — ESP, remote viewing, sensory deprivation, pharmacologically induced highly mentalized states. It’s all the same thing — tapping the unseen potential of the human mind. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from Peter, it’s this: Science and mysticism are very closely related, distinguishable only by their approaches. They have identical goals. . but different methods.»
«Peter tells me,» Galloway said, «that your field of study is a kind of modern mystical science?»
«Noetics,» Katherine said, nodding. «And it’s proving man has powers unlike anything we can imagine.» She motioned to a stained-glass window depicting the familiar image of the «Luminous Jesus,» that of Christ with rays of light flowing from his head and hands. «In fact, I just used a supercooled charge-coupled device to photograph the hands of a faith healer at work. The photos looked a lot like the image of Jesus in your stained-glass window. . streams of energy pouring through the healer’s fingertips.»
The well-trained mind, Galloway thought, hiding a smile. How do you think Jesus healed the sick?
«I realize,» Katherine said, «that modern medicine ridicules healers and shamans, but I saw this with my own eyes. My CCD cameras clearly photographed this man transmitting a massive energy field from his fingertips. . and literally changing the cellular makeup of his patient. If that’s not godlike power, then I don’t know what is.»
Dean Galloway let himself smile. Katherine had the same fiery passion as her brother. «Peter once compared Noetic Scientists to the early explorers who were mocked for embracing the heretical notion of a spherical earth. Almost overnight, these explorers went from fools to heroes, discovering uncharted worlds and expanding the horizons of everyone on the planet. Peter thinks you will do this as well. He has very high hopes for your work. After all, every great philosophical shift in history began with a single bold idea.»