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达芬奇密码 作者: 美 丹·布朗(英文版)-第88部分

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t off; the bullet sailing above Silas's head; just as he connected with the officer's shins; driving his legs out from under him; and sending the man down; his head hitting the floor。 The second officer staggered to his feet in the doorway; and Silas drove a knee into his groin; then went clambering over the writhing body into the hall。
Almost naked; Silas hurled his pale body down the staircase。 He knew he had been betrayed; but by whom? When he reached the foyer; more officers were surging through the front door。 Silas turned the other way and dashed deeper into the residence hall。 The women's entrance。 Every Opus Dei building has one。 Winding down narrow hallways; Silas snaked through a kitchen; past terrified workers; who left to avoid the naked albino as he knocked over bowls and silverware; bursting into a dark hallway near the boiler room。 He now saw the door he sought; an exit light gleaming at the end。
Running full speed through the door out into the rain; Silas leapt off the low landing; not seeing the officer ing the other way until it was too late。 The two men collided; Silas's broad; naked shoulder grinding into the man's sternum with crushing force。 He drove the officer backward onto the pavement; landing hard on top of him。 The officer's gun clattered away。 Silas could hear men running down the hall shouting。 Rolling; he grabbed the loose gun just as the officers emerged。 A shot rang out on the stairs; and Silas felt a searing pain below his ribs。 Filled with rage; he opened fire at all three officers; their blood spraying。
A dark shadow loomed behind; ing out of nowhere。 The angry hands that grabbed at his bare shoulders felt as if they were infused with the power of the devil himself。 The man roared in his ear。 SILAS; NO!
Silas spun and fired。 Their eyes met。 Silas was already screaming in horror as Bishop Aringarosa fell。
 
CHAPTER 97

More than three thousand people are entombed or enshrined within Westminster Abbey。 The colossal stone interior burgeons with the remains of kings; statesmen; scientists; poets; and musicians。 Their tombs; packed into every last niche and alcove; range in grandeur from the most regal of mausoleums—that of Queen Elizabeth I; whose canopied sarcophagus inhabits its own private; apsidal chapel—down to the most modest etched floor tiles whose inscriptions have worn away with centuries of foot traffic; leaving it to one's imagination whose relics might lie below the tile in the undercroft。
Designed in the style of the great cathedrals of Amiens; Chartres; and Canterbury; Westminster Abbey is considered neither cathedral nor parish church。 It bears the classification of royal peculiar; subject only to the Sovereign。 Since hosting the coronation of William the Conqueror on Christmas Day in 1066; the dazzling sanctuary has witnessed an endless procession of royal ceremonies and affairs of state—from the canonization of Edward the Confessor; to the marriage of Prince Andrew and Sarah Ferguson; to the funerals of Henry V; Queen Elizabeth I; and Lady Diana。
Even so; Robert Langdon currently felt no interest in any of the abbey's ancient history; save one event—the funeral of the British knight Sir Isaac Newton。
In London lies a knight a Pope interred。
Hurrying through the grand portico on the north transept; Langdon and Sophie were met by guards who politely ushered them through the abbey's newest addition—a large walk…through metal detector—now present in most historic buildings in London。 They both passed through without setting off the alarm and continued to the abbey entrance。
Stepping across the threshold into Westminster Abbey; Langdon felt the outside world evaporate with a sudden hush。 No rumble of traffic。 No hiss of rain。 Just a deafening silence; which seemed to reverberate back and forth as if the building were whispering to itself。
Langdon's and Sophie's eyes; like those of almost every visitor; shifted immediately skyward; where the abbey's great abyss seemed to explode overhead。 Gray stone columns ascended like redwoods into the shadows; arching gracefully over dizzying expanses; and then shooting back down to the stone floor。 Before them; the wide alley of the north transept stretched out like a deep canyon; flanked by sheer cliffs of stained glass。 On sunny days; the abbey floor was a prismatic patchwork of light。 Today; the rain and darkness gave this massive hollow a wraithlike aura。。。 more like that of the crypt it truly was。
〃It's practically empty;〃 Sophie whispered。
Langdon felt disappointed。 He had hoped for a lot more people。 A more public place。 Their earlier experience in the deserted Temple Church was not one Langdon wanted to repeat。 He had been anticipating a certain feeling of security in the popular tourist destination; but Langdon's recollections of bustling throngs in a well…lit abbey had been formed during the peak summer tourist season。 Today was a rainy April morning。 Rather than crowds and shimmering stained glass; all Langdon saw was acres of desolate floor and shadowy; empty alcoves。
〃We passed through metal detectors;〃 Sophie reminded; apparently sensing Langdon's apprehension。 〃If anyone is in here; they can't be armed。〃
Langdon nodded but still felt circumspect。 He had wanted to bring the London police with them; but Sophie's fears of who might be involved put a damper on any contact with the authorities。 We need to recover the cryptex; Sophie had insisted。 It is the key to everything。
She was right; of course。
The key to getting Leigh back alive。
The key to finding the Holy Grail。
The key to learning who is behind this。
Unfortunately; their only chance to recover the keystone seemed to be here and now。。。 at the tomb of Isaac Newton。 Whoever held the cryptex would have to pay a visit to the tomb to decipher the final clue; and if they had not already e and gone; Sophie and Langdon intended to intercept them。
Striding toward the left wall to get out of the open; they moved into an obscure side aisle behind a row of pilasters。 Langdon couldn't shake the image of Leigh Teabing being held captive; probably tied up in the back of his own limousine。 Whoever had ordered the top Priory members killed would not hesitate to eliminate others who stood in the way。 It seemed a cruel irony that Teabing—a modern British knight—was a hostage in the search for his own countryman; Sir Isaac Newton。
〃Which way is it?〃 Sophie asked; looking around。
The tomb。 Langdon had no idea。 〃We should find a docent and ask。〃
Langdon knew better than to wander aimlessly in here。 Westminster Abbey was a tangled warren of mausoleums; perimeter chambers; and walk…in burial niches。 Like the Louvre's Grand Gallery; it had a lone point of entry—the door through which they had just passed—easy to find your way in; but impossible to find your way out。 A literal tourist trap; one of Langdon's befuddled colleagues had called it。 Keeping architectural tradition; the abbey was laid out in the shape of a giant crucifix。 Unlike most churches; however; it had its entrance on the side; rather than the standard rear of the church via the narthex at the bottom of the nave。 Moreover; the abbey had a series of sprawling cloisters attached。 One false step through the wrong archway; and a visitor was lost in a labyrinth of outdoor passageways surrounded by high walls。
〃Docents wear crimson robes;〃 Langdon said; approaching the center of the church。 Peering obliquely across the towering gilded altar to the far end of the south transept; Langdon saw several people crawling on their hands and knees。 This prostrate pilgrimage was a mon occurrence in Poets' Corner; although it was far less holy than it appeared。 Tourists doing grave rubbings。
〃I don't see any docents;〃 Sophie said。 〃Maybe we can find the tomb on our own?〃
Without a word; Langdon led her another few steps to the center of the abbey and pointed to the right。
Sophie drew a startled breath as she looked down the length of the abbey's nave; the full magnitude of the building now visible。 〃Aah;〃 she said。 〃Let's find a docent。〃
 
At that moment; a hundred yards down the nave; out of sight behind the choir screen; the stately tomb of Sir Isaac Newton had a lone visitor。 The Teacher had been scrutinizing the mon
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