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〃Even so； I can't help but think you've done everything he would have wanted。 You helped me find the keystone； explained the Sangreal； told me about the ritual in the basement。〃 She paused。 〃Somehow I feel closer to my grandfather tonight than I have in years。 I know he would be happy about that。〃
In the distance； now； the skyline of London began to materialize through the dawn drizzle。 Once dominated by Big Ben and Tower Bridge； the horizon now bowed to the Millennium Eye—a colossal； ultramodern Ferris wheel that climbed five hundred feet and afforded breathtaking views of the city。 Langdon had attempted to board it once； but the 〃viewing capsules〃 reminded him of sealed sarcophagi； and he opted to keep his feet on the ground and enjoy the view from the airy banks of the Thames。
Langdon felt a squeeze on his knee； pulling him back； and Sophie's green eyes were on him。 He realized she had been speaking to him。 〃What do you think we should do with the Sangreal documents if we ever find them？〃 she whispered。
〃What I think is immaterial；〃 Langdon said。 〃Your grandfather gave the cryptex to you； and you should do with it what your instinct tells you he would want done。〃
〃I'm asking for your opinion。 You obviously wrote something in that manuscript that made my grandfather trust your judgment。 He scheduled a private meeting with you。 That's rare。〃
〃Maybe he wanted to tell me I have it all wrong。〃
〃Why would he tell me to find you unless he liked your ideas？ In your manuscript； did you support the idea that the Sangreal documents should be revealed or stay buried？〃
〃Neither。 I made no judgment either way。 The manuscript deals with the symbology of the sacred feminine—tracing her iconography throughout history。 I certainly didn't presume to know where the Grail is hidden or whether it should ever be revealed。〃
〃And yet you're writing a book about it； so you obviously feel the information should be shared。〃
〃There's an enormous difference between hypothetically discussing an alternate history of Christ； and。。。〃 He paused。
〃And what？〃
〃And presenting to the world thousands of ancient documents as scientific evidence that the New Testament is false testimony。〃
〃But you told me the New Testament is based on fabrications。〃
Langdon smiled。 〃Sophie； every faith in the world is based on fabrication。 That is the definition of faith—acceptance of that which we imagine to be true； that which we cannot prove。 Every religion describes God through metaphor； allegory； and exaggeration； from the early Egyptians through modern Sunday school。 Metaphors are a way to help our minds process the unprocessible。 The problems arise when we begin to believe literally in our own metaphors。〃
〃So you are in favor of the Sangreal documents staying buried forever？〃
〃I'm a historian。 I'm opposed to the destruction of documents； and I would love to see religious scholars have more information to ponder the exceptional life of Jesus Christ。〃
〃You're arguing both sides of my question。〃
〃Am I？ The Bible represents a fundamental guidepost for millions of people on the planet； in much the same way the Koran； Torah； and Pali Canon offer guidance to people of other religions。 If you and I could dig up documentation that contradicted the holy stories of Islamic belief； Judaic belief； Buddhist belief； pagan belief； should we do that？ Should we wave a flag and tell the Buddhists that we have proof the Buddha did not e from a lotus blossom？ Or that Jesus was not born of a literal virgin birth？ Those who truly understand their faiths understand the stories are metaphorical。〃
Sophie looked skeptical。 〃My friends who are devout Christians definitely believe that Christ literally walked on water； literally turned water into wine； and was born of a literal virgin birth。〃
〃My point exactly；〃 Langdon said。 〃Religious allegory has bee a part of the fabric of reality。 And living in that reality helps millions of people cope and be better people。〃
〃But it appears their reality is false。〃
Langdon chuckled。 〃No more false than that of a mathematical cryptographer who believes in the imaginary number 'i' because it helps her break codes。〃
Sophie frowned。 〃That's not fair。〃
A moment passed。
〃What was your question again？〃 Langdon asked。
〃I can't remember。〃
He smiled。 〃Works every time。〃
CHAPTER 83
Langdon's Mickey Mouse wristwatch read almost seven…thirty when he emerged from the Jaguar limousine onto Inner Temple Lane with Sophie and Teabing。 The threesome wound through a maze of buildings to a small courtyard outside the Temple Church。 The rough…hewn stone shimmered in the rain； and doves cooed in the architecture overhead。
London's ancient Temple Church was constructed entirely of Caen stone。 A dramatic； circular edifice with a daunting facade； a central turret； and a protruding nave off one side； the church looked more like a military stronghold than a place of worship。 Consecrated on the tenth of February in 1185 by Heraclius； Patriarch of Jerusalem； the Temple Church survived eight centuries of political turmoil； the Great Fire of London； and the First World War； only to be heavily damaged by Luftwaffe incendiary bombs in 1940。 After the war； it was restored to its original； stark grandeur。
The simplicity of the circle； Langdon thought； admiring the building for the first time。 The architecture was coarse and simple； more reminiscent of Rome's rugged Castel Sant'Angelo than the refined Pantheon。 The boxy annex jutting out to the right was an unfortunate eyesore； although it did little to shroud the original pagan shape of the primary structure。
〃It's early on a Saturday；〃 Teabing said； hobbling toward the entrance； 〃so I'm assuming we won't have services to deal with。〃
The church's entryway was a recessed stone niche inside which stood a large wooden door。 To the left of the door； looking entirely out of place； hung a bulletin board covered with concert schedules and religious service announcements。
Teabing frowned as he read the board。 〃They don't open to sightseers for another couple of hours。〃 He moved to the door and tried it。 The door didn't budge。 Putting his ear to the wood； he listened。 After a moment； he pulled back； a scheming look on his face as he pointed to the bulletin board。 〃Robert； check the service schedule； will you？ Who is presiding this week？〃
Inside the church； an altar boy was almost finished vacuuming the munion kneelers when he heard a knocking on the sanctuary door。 He ignored it。 Father Harvey Knowles had his own keys and was not due for another couple of hours。 The knocking was probably a curious tourist or indigent。 The altar boy kept vacuuming； but the knocking continued。 Can't you read？ The sign on the door clearly stated that the church did not open until nine…thirty on Saturday。 The altar boy remained with his chores。
Suddenly； the knocking turned to a forceful banging； as if someone were hitting the door with a metal rod。 The young man switched off his vacuum cleaner and marched angrily toward the door。 Unlatching it from within； he swung it open。 Three people stood in the entryway。 Tourists； he grumbled。 〃We open at nine…thirty。〃
The heavyset man； apparently the leader； stepped forward using metal crutches。 〃I am Sir Leigh Teabing；〃 he said； his accent a highbrow； Saxonesque British。 〃As you are no doubt aware； I am escorting Mr。 and Mrs。 Christopher Wren the Fourth。〃 He stepped aside； flourishing his arm toward the attractive couple behind them。 The woman was soft…featured； with lush burgundy hair。 The man was tall； dark…haired； and looked vaguely familiar。
The altar boy had no idea how to respond。 Sir Christopher Wren was the Temple Church's most famous benefactor。 He had made possible all the restorations following damage caused by the Great Fire。 He had also been dead since the early eighteenth century。 〃Um。。。 an honor to meet you？〃
The man on crutches frowned。 〃Good thing you're not in sales； young man； you're not very convincing。 Where is Father Knowles？〃
〃It's Saturday。 He's not due in until later。〃
The crippled man's scowl deepened。 〃There's gratitude。 He assured us he would be here； but it looks like we'll do it without him。 It won't take long。〃
The altar boy remained blocking the doorway。 〃I'm sor