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。　Tonight　the　battle　will　be　won；　he　thought；　amazed　that　only　months　ago　he　had　felt　powerless　against　the　hands　that　threatened　to　destroy　his　empire。
　As　president…general　of　Opus　Dei；　Bishop　Aringarosa　had　spent　the　last　decade　of　his　life　spreading　the　message　of　〃God's　Work〃…literally；　Opus　Dei。　The　congregation；　founded　in　1928　by　the　Spanish　priest　Josemaría　Escrivá；　promoted　a　return　to　conservative　Catholic　values　and　encouraged　its　members　to　make　sweeping　sacrifices　in　their　own　lives　in　order　to　do　the　Work　of　God。
　Opus　Dei's　traditionalist　philosophy　initially　had　taken　root　in　Spain　before　Franco's　regime；　but　with　the　1934　publication　of　Josemaría　Escrivá's　spiritual　book　The　Way…999　points　of　meditation　for　doing　God's　Work　in　one's　own　life…Escrivá's　message　exploded　across　the　world。　Now；　with　over　four　million　copies　of　The　Way　in　circulation　in　forty…two　languages；　Opus　Dei　was　a　global　force。　Its　residence　halls；　teaching　centers；　and　even　universities　could　be　found　in　almost　every　major　metropolis　on　earth。　Opus　Dei　was　the　fastest…growing　and　most　financially　secure　Catholic　organization　in　the　world。　Unfortunately；　Aringarosa　had　learned；　in　an　age　of　religious　cynicism；　cults；　and　televangelists；　Opus　Dei's　escalating　wealth　and　power　was　a　magnet　for　suspicion。
　〃Many　call　Opus　Dei　a　brainwashing　cult；〃　reporters　often　challenged。　〃Others　call　you　an　ultraconservative　Christian　secret　society。　Which　are　you？〃
　〃Opus　Dei　is　neither；〃　the　bishop　would　patiently　reply。　〃We　are　a　Catholic　Church。　We　are　a　congregation　of　Catholics　who　have　chosen　as　our　priority　to　follow　Catholic　doctrine　as　rigorously　as　we　can　in　our　own　daily　lives。〃
　〃Does　God's　Work　necessarily　include　vows　of　chastity；　tithing；　and　atonement　for　sins　through　self…flagellation　and　the　cilice？〃
　〃You　are　describing　only　a　small　portion　of　the　Opus　Dei　population；〃　Aringarosa　said。　〃There　are　many　levels　of　involvement。　Thousands　of　Opus　Dei　members　are　married；　have　families；　and　do　God's　Work　in　their　own　munities。　Others　choose　lives　of　asceticism　within　our　cloistered　residence　halls。　These　choices　are　personal；　but　everyone　in　Opus　Dei　shares　the　goal　of　bettering　the　world　by　doing　the　Work　of　God。　Surely　this　is　an　admirable　quest。〃
　Reason　seldom　worked；　though。　The　media　always　gravitated　toward　scandal；　and　Opus　Dei；　like　most　large　organizations；　had　within　its　membership　a　few　misguided　souls　who　cast　a　shadow　over　the　entire　group。
　Two　months　ago；　an　Opus　Dei　group　at　a　midwestern　university　had　been　caught　drugging　new　recruits　with　mescaline　in　an　effort　to　induce　a　euphoric　state　that　neophytes　would　perceive　as　a　religious　experience。　Another　university　student　had　used　his　barbed　cilice　belt　more　often　than　the　remended　two　hours　a　day　and　had　given　himself　a　near　lethal　infection。　In　Boston　not　long　ago；　a　disillusioned　young　investment　banker　had　signed　over　his　entire　life　savings　to　Opus　Dei　before　attempting　suicide。
　Misguided　sheep；　Aringarosa　thought；　his　heart　going　out　to　them。
　Of　course　the　ultimate　embarrassment　had　been　the　widely　publicized　trial　of　FBI　spy　Robert　Hanssen；　who；　in　addition　to　being　a　prominent　member　of　Opus　Dei；　had　turned　out　to　be　a　sexual　deviant；　his　trial　uncovering　evidence　that　he　had　rigged　hidden　video　cameras　in　his　own　bedroom　so　his　friends　could　watch　him　having　sex　with　his　wife。　〃Hardly　the　pastime　of　a　devout　Catholic；〃　the　judge　had　noted。
　Sadly；　all　of　these　events　had　helped　spawn　the　new　watch　group　known　as　the　Opus　Dei　Awareness　Network　（ODAN）。　The　group's　popular　website…odan…relayed　frightening　stories　from　former　Opus　Dei　members　who　warned　of　the　dangers　of　joining。　The　media　was　now　referring　to　Opus　Dei　as　〃God's　Mafia〃　and　〃the　Cult　of　Christ。〃
　We　fear　what　we　do　not　understand；　Aringarosa　thought；　wondering　if　these　critics　had　any　idea　how　many　lives　Opus　Dei　had　enriched。　The　group　enjoyed　the　full　endorsement　and　blessing　of　the　Vatican。　Opus　Dei　is　a　personal　prelature　of　the　Pope　himself。
　Recently；　however；　Opus　Dei　had　found　itself　threatened　by　a　force　infinitely　more　powerful　than　the　media。。。　an　unexpected　foe　from　which　Aringarosa　could　not　possibly　hide。　Five　months　ago；　the　kaleidoscope　of　power　had　been　shaken；　and　Aringarosa　was　still　reeling　from　the　blow。
　〃They　know　not　the　war　they　have　begun；〃　Aringarosa　whispered　to　himself；　staring　out　the　plane's　window　at　the　darkness　of　the　ocean　below。　For　an　instant；　his　eyes　refocused；　lingering　on　the　reflection　of　his　awkward　face…dark　and　oblong；　dominated　by　a　flat；　crooked　nose　that　had　been　shattered　by　a　fist　in　Spain　when　he　was　a　young　missionary。　The　physical　flaw　barely　registered　now。　Aringarosa's　was　a　world　of　the　soul；　not　of　the　flesh。
　As　the　jet　passed　over　the　coast　of　Portugal；　the　cell　phone　in　Aringarosa's　cassock　began　vibrating　in　silent　ring　mode。　Despite　airline　regulations　prohibiting　the　use　of　cell　phones　during　flights；　Aringarosa　knew　this　was　a　call　he　could　not　miss。　Only　one　man　possessed　this　number；　the　man　who　had　mailed　Aringarosa　the　phone。
　Excited；　the　bishop　answered　quietly。　〃Yes？〃
　〃Silas　has　located　the　keystone；〃　the　caller　said。　〃It　is　in　Paris。　Within　the　Church　of　Saint…Sulpice。〃
　Bishop　Aringarosa　smiled。　〃Then　we　are　close。〃
　〃We　can　obtain　it　immediately。　But　we　need　your　influence。〃
　〃Of　course。　Tell　me　what　to　do。〃
　When　Aringarosa　switched　off　the　phone；　his　heart　was　pounding。　He　gazed　once　again　into　the　void　of　night；　feeling　dwarfed　by　the　events　he　had　put　into　motion。
　　
　Five　hundred　miles　away；　the　albino　named　Silas　stood　over　a　small　basin　of　water　and　dabbed　the　blood　from　his　back；　watching　the　patterns　of　red　spinning　in　the　water。　Purge　me　with　hyssop　and　I　shall　be　clean；　he　prayed；　quoting　Psalms。　Wash　me；　and　I　shall　be　whiter　than　snow。
　Silas　was　feeling　an　aroused　anticipation　that　he　had　not　felt　since　his　previous　life。　It　both　surprised　and　electrified　him。　For　the　last　decade；　he　had　been　following　The　Way；　cleansing　himself　of　sins。。。　rebuilding　his　life。。。　erasing　the　violence　in　his　past。　Tonight；　however；　it　had　all　e　rushing　back。　The　hatred　he　had　fought　so　hard　to　bury　had　been　summoned。　He　had　been　startled　how　quickly　his　past　had　resurfaced。　And　with　it；　of　course；　had　e　his　skills。　Rusty　but　serviceable。
　Jesus'　message　is　one　of　peace。。。　of　nonviolence。。。　of　love。　This　was　the　message　Silas　had　been　taught　from　the　beginning；　and　the　message　he　held　in　his　heart。　And　yet　this　was　the　message　the　enemies　of　Christ　now　threatened　to　destroy。　Those　who　threaten　God　with　force　will　be　met　with　force。　Immovable　and　steadfast。
　For　two　millennia；　Christian　soldiers　had　defended　their　faith　against　those　who　tried　to　displace　it。　Tonight；　Silas　had　been　called　to　battle。
　Drying　his　wounds；　he　donned　his　ankle…length；　hooded　robe。　It　was　plain；　made　of　dark　wool；　accentuating　the　whiteness　of　his　skin　and　hair。　Tightening　the　rope…tie　around　his　waist；　he　raised　the　hood　over　his　head　and　allowed　his　red　eyes　to　admire　his　reflection　in　the　mirror。　The　wheels　are　in　motion。
　　
　CHAPTER　6
　
　Having　squeezed　beneath　the　security　gate；　Robert　Langdon　now　stood　just　inside　the　entrance　to　the　Grand　Gallery。　He　was　staring　into　the　mouth　of　a　long；　deep　canyon。　On　either　side　of　the　gallery；　stark　walls　rose　thirty　feet；　evaporating　into　the　darkness　above。　The　reddish　glow　of　the　service　lighting　sifted　upward；　casting　an　unnatural　smolder　across　a　staggering　collection　of　Da　Vincis；　Titians；　and　Caravaggios　that　hung　suspended　from　ceiling　cables。　Still　lifes；　religious　scenes；　and　landscapes　acpanied　portraits　of　nobility　and　politicians。
　Although　the　Grand　Gallery　housed　the　Louvre's　most　famous　Italian　art；　many　visitors　felt　the　wing's　most　stunning　offering　was　actually　its　famous　parquet　floor。　Laid　out　in　a　dazzling　geometric　design　of　diagonal　oak　slats；　the　floor　produced　an　ephemeral　optical　illusion…a　multi…dimensional　network　that　gave　visitors　the　sense　they　were　floating　through　the　gallery　on　a　surface　that　changed　with　every　step。
　As　Langdon's　gaze　began　to　trace　the　inlay；　his　eyes　stopped　short　on　an　unexpected　object　lying　on　the　floor　just　a　few　yards　to　his　left；　surrounded　by　police　tape。　He　spun　toward　Fache。　〃Is　that。。。　a　Caravaggio　on　the　floor？〃
　Fache　nodded　without　even　looking。
　The　painting；　Langdon　guessed；　was　worth　upward　of　two　million　dollars；　and　yet　it　was　lying　on　the　floor　like　a　discarded　poster。　〃What　the　devil　is　it　doing　on　the　floor！〃
　Fache　glowered；　clearly　unmoved。　〃This　is　a　crime　scene；　Mr。　Langdon。　We　have　touched　nothing。　That　canvas　was　pulled　from　the　wall　by　the　curator。　It　was　how　he　activated　the　security　system。〃
　Langdon　looked　back　at　the　gate；　trying　to　picture　what　had　happened。
　〃The　curator　was　attacked　in　his　office；　fled　into　the　Grand　Gallery；　and　activated　the　security　gate　by　pulling　that　painting　from　the　wall。　The　gate　fell　immediately；　sealing　off　all　access。　This　is　the　only　door　in　or　out　of　this　gallery。〃
　Langdon　felt　confused。　〃So　the　curator　actually　captured　his　attacker　inside　the　Grand　Gallery？〃
　Fache　shook　his　head。　〃The　security　gate　separated　Saunière　from　his　attacker。　The　killer　was　locked　out　there　in　the　hallway　and　shot　Saunière　through　this　gate。〃　Fache　pointed　toward　an　orange　tag　hanging　from　one　of　the　bars　on　the　gate　under　which　they　had　just　passed。　〃The　PTS　team　found　flashback　residue　from　a　gun。　He　fired　through　the　bars。　Saunière　died　in　here　alone。〃
　Langdon　pictured　the　photograph　of　Saunière's　body。　They　said　he　did　that　to　himself。　Langdon　looked　out　at　the　enormous　corridor　before　them。　〃So　where　is　his　body？〃
　Fache　straightened　his　cruciform　tie　clip　and　began　to　walk。　〃As　you　probably　know；　the　Grand　Gallery　is　quite　long。〃
　The　exact　length；　if　Langdon　recalled　correctly；　was　around　fifteen　hundred　feet；　the　length　of　three　Washington　Monuments　laid　end　to　end。　Equally　breathtaking　was　the　corridor's　width；　which　easily　could　have　acmodated　a　pair　of　side…by…side　passenger　trains。　The　center　of　the　hallway　was　dotted　by　the　occasional　statue　or　colossal　porcelain　urn；　which　served　as　a　tasteful　divider　and　kept　the　flow　of