danbrown.angels&demons-第50部分

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ould　have　kept　Bernini's　true　identity　secret　from　most　members　。　。　。　for　Bernini's　own　safety。　That　way；　the　Vatican　would　never　find　out。〃
　Langdon　was　unconvinced　but　had　to　admit　Vittoria's　logic　made　strange　sense。　The　Illuminati　were　famous　for　keeping　secret　information　partmentalized；　only　revealing　the　truth　to　upper…level　members。　It　was　the　cornerstone　of　their　ability　to　stay　secret　。　。　。　very　few　knew　the　whole　story。
　〃And　Bernini's　affiliation　with　the　Illuminati；〃　Vittoria　added　with　a　smile；　〃explains　why　he　designed　those　two　pyramids。〃　
　Langdon　turned　to　the　huge　sculpted　pyramids　and　shook　his　head。　〃Bernini　was　a　religious　sculptor。　There's　no　way　he　carved　those　pyramids。〃
　Vittoria　shrugged。　〃Tell　that　to　the　sign　behind　you。〃
　Langdon　turned　to　the　plaque：
　
　ART　OF　THE　CHIGI　CHAPEL　
　While　the　architecture　is　Raphael's；　all　interior　adornments　are　those　of　Gianlorenzo　Bernini。
　
　Langdon　read　the　plaque　twice；　and　still　he　was　not　convinced。　Gianlorenzo　Bernini　was　celebrated　for　his　intricate；　holy　sculptures　of　the　Virgin　Mary；　angels；　prophets；　Popes。　What　was　he　doing　carving　pyramids？　
　Langdon　looked　up　at　the　towering　monuments　and　felt　totally　disoriented。　Two　pyramids；　each　with　a　shining；　elliptical　medallion。　They　were　about　as　un…Christian　as　sculpture　could　get。　The　pyramids；　the　stars　above；　the　signs　of　the　Zodiac。　All　interior　adornments　are　those　of　Gianlorenzo　Bernini。　If　that　were　true；　Langdon　realized；　it　meant　Vittoria　had　to　be　right。　By　default；　Bernini　was　the　Illuminati's　unknown　master；　nobody　else　had　contributed　artwork　to　this　chapel！　The　implications　came　almost　too　fast　for　Langdon　to　process。
　Bernini　was　an　Illuminatus。
　Bernini　designed　the　Illuminati　ambigrams。
　Bernini　laid　out　the　path　of　Illumination。
　Langdon　could　barely　speak。　Could　it　be　that　here　in　this　tiny　Chigi　Chapel；　the　world…renowned　Bernini　had　placed　a　sculpture　that　pointed　across　Rome　toward　the　next　altar　of　science？
　〃Bernini；〃　he　said。　〃I　never　would　have　guessed。〃　
　〃Who　other　than　a　famous　Vatican　artist　would　have　had　the　clout　to　put　his　artwork　in　specific　Catholic　chapels　around　Rome　and　create　the　Path　of　Illumination？　Certainly　not　an　unknown。〃
　Langdon　considered　it。　He　looked　at　the　pyramids；　wondering　if　one　of　them　could　somehow　be　the　marker。　Maybe　both　of　them？　〃The　pyramids　face　opposite　directions；〃　Langdon　said；　not　sure　what　to　make　of　them。　〃They　are　also　identical；　so　I　don't　know　which　。　。　。〃
　〃I　don't　think　the　pyramids　are　what　we're　looking　for。〃
　〃But　they're　the　only　sculptures　here。〃
　Vittoria　cut　him　off　by　pointing　toward　Olivetti　and　some　of　his　guards　who　were　gathered　near　the　demon's　hole。　
　Langdon　followed　the　line　of　her　hand　to　the　far　wall。　At　first　he　saw　nothing。　Then　someone　moved　and　he　caught　a　glimpse。　White　marble。　An　arm。　A　torso。　And　then　a　sculpted　face。　Partially　hidden　in　its　niche。　Two　life…size　human　figures　intertwined。　Langdon's　pulse　accelerated。　He　had　been　so　taken　with　the　pyramids　and　demon's　hole；　he　had　not　even　seen　this　sculpture。　He　moved　across　the　room；　through　the　crowd。　As　he　drew　near；　Langdon　recognized　the　work　was　pure　Bernini…the　intensity　of　the　artistic　position；　the　intricate　faces　and　flowing　clothing；　all　from　the　purest　white　marble　Vatican　money　could　buy。　It　was　not　until　he　was　almost　directly　in　front　of　it　that　Langdon　recognized　the　sculpture　itself。　He　stared　up　at　the　two　faces　and　gasped。
　〃Who　are　they？〃　Vittoria　urged；　arriving　behind　him。
　Langdon　stood　astonished。　〃Habakkuk　and　the　Angel；〃　he　said；　his　voice　almost　inaudible。　The　piece　was　a　fairly　well…known　Bernini　work　that　was　included　in　some　art　history　texts。　Langdon　had　forgotten　it　was　here。
　〃Habakkuk？〃
　〃Yes。　The　prophet　who　predicted　the　annihilation　of　the　earth。〃
　Vittoria　looked　uneasy。　〃You　think　this　is　the　marker？〃
　Langdon　nodded　in　amazement。　Never　in　his　life　had　he　been　so　sure　of　anything。　This　was　the　first　Illuminati　marker。　No　doubt。　Although　Langdon　had　fully　expected　the　sculpture　to　somehow　〃point〃　to　the　next　altar　of　science；　he　did　not　expect　it　to　be　literal。　Both　the　angel　and　Habakkuk　had　their　arms　outstretched　and　were　pointing　into　the　distance。
　Langdon　found　himself　suddenly　smiling。　〃Not　too　subtle；　is　it？〃　
　Vittoria　looked　excited　but　confused。　〃I　see　them　pointing；　but　they　are　contradicting　each　other。　The　angel　is　pointing　one　way；　and　the　prophet　the　other。〃
　Langdon　chuckled。　It　was　true。　Although　both　figures　were　pointing　into　the　distance；　they　were　pointing　in　totally　opposite　directions。　Langdon；　however；　had　already　solved　that　problem。　With　a　burst　of　energy　he　headed　for　the　door。
　〃Where　are　you　going？〃　Vittoria　called。
　〃Outside　the　building！〃　Langdon's　legs　felt　light　again　as　he　ran　toward　the　door。　〃I　need　to　see　what　direction　that　sculpture　is　pointing！〃
　〃Wait！　How　do　you　know　which　finger　to　follow？〃
　〃The　poem；〃　he　called　over　his　shoulder。　〃The　last　line！〃
　〃　'Let　angels　guide　you　on　your　lofty　quest？'　〃　She　gazed　upward　at　the　outstretched　finger　of　the　angel。　Her　eyes　misted　unexpectedly。　〃Well　I'll　be　damned！〃
　
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　Gunther　Glick　and　Chinita　Macri　sat　parked　in　the　BBC　van　in　the　shadows　at　the　far　end　of　Piazza　del　Popolo。　They　had　arrived　shortly　after　the　four　Alpha　Romeos；　just　in　time　to　witness　an　inconceivable　chain　of　events。　Chinita　still　had　no　idea　what　it　all　meant；　but　she'd　made　sure　the　camera　was　rolling。
　As　soon　as　they'd　arrived；　Chinita　and　Glick　had　seen　a　veritable　army　of　young　men　pour　out　of　the　Alpha　Romeos　and　surround　the　church。　Some　had　weapons　drawn。　One　of　them；　a　stiff　older　man；　led　a　team　up　the　front　steps　of　the　church。　The　soldiers　drew　guns　and　blew　the　locks　off　the　front　doors。　Macri　heard　nothing　and　figured　they　must　have　had　silencers。　Then　the　soldiers　entered。　
　Chinita　had　remended　they　sit　tight　and　film　from　the　shadows。　After　all；　guns　were　guns；　and　they　had　a　clear　view　of　the　action　from　the　van。　Glick　had　not　argued。　Now；　across　the　piazza；　men　moved　in　and　out　of　the　church。　They　yelled　to　each　other。　Chinita　adjusted　her　camera　to　follow　a　team　as　they　searched　the　surrounding　area。　All　of　them；　though　dressed　in　civilian　clothes；　seemed　to　move　with　military　precision。　〃Who　do　you　think　they　are？〃　she　asked。
　〃Hell　if　I　know。〃　Glick　looked　riveted。　〃You　getting　all　this？〃
　〃Every　frame。〃
　Glick　sounded　smug。　〃Still　think　we　should　go　back　to　Pope…Watch？〃
　Chinita　wasn't　sure　what　to　say。　There　was　obviously　something　going　on　here；　but　she　had　been　in　journalism　long　enough　to　know　that　there　was　often　a　very　dull　explanation　for　interesting　events。　〃This　could　be　nothing；〃　she　said。　〃These　guys　could　have　gotten　the　same　tip　you　got　and　are　just　checking　it　out。　Could　be　a　false　alarm。〃
　Glick　grabbed　her　arm。　〃Over　there！　Focus。〃　He　pointed　back　to　the　church。
　Chinita　swung　the　camera　back　to　the　top　of　the　stairs。　〃Hello　there；〃　she　said；　training　on　the　man　now　emerging　from　the　church。　
　〃Who's　the　dapper？〃
　Chinita　moved　in　for　a　close…up。　〃Haven't　seen　him　before。〃　She　tightened　in　on　the　man's　face　and　smiled。　〃But　I　wouldn't　mind　seeing　him　again。〃
　
　Robert　Langdon　dashed　down　the　stairs　outside　the　church　and　into　the　middle　of　the　piazza。　It　was　getting　dark　now；　the　springtime　sun　setting　late　in　southern　Rome。　The　sun　had　dropped　below　the　surrounding　buildings；　and　shadows　streaked　the　square。　
　〃Okay；　Bernini；〃　he　said　aloud　to　himself。　〃Where　the　hell　is　your　angel　pointing？〃
　He　turned　and　examined　the　orientation　of　the　church　from　which　he　had　just　e。　He　pictured　the　Chigi　Chapel　inside；　and　the　sculpture　of　the　angel　inside　that。　Without　hesitation　he　turned　due　west；　into　the　glow　of　the　impending　sunset。　Time　was　evaporating。
　〃Southwest；〃　he　said；　scowling　at　the　shops　and　apartments　blocking　his　view。　〃The　next　marker　is　out　there。〃　
　Racking　his　brain；　Langdon　pictured　page　after　page　of　Italian　art　history。　Although　very　familiar　with　Bernini's　work；　Langdon　knew　the　sculptor　had　been　far　too　prolific　for　any　nonspecialist　to　know　all　of　it。　Still；　considering　the　relative　fame　of　the　first　marker…Habakkuk　and　the　Angel…Langdon　hoped　the　second　marker　was　a　work　he　might　know　from　memory。　
　Earth；　Air；　Fire；　Water；　he　thought。　Earth　they　had　found…inside　the　Chapel　of　the　Earth…Habakkuk；　the　prophet　who　predicted　the　earth's　annihilation。　
　Air　is　next。　Langdon　urged　himself　to　think。　A　Bernini　sculpture　that　has　something　to　do　with　Air！　He　was　drawing　a　total　blank。　Still　he　felt　energized。　I'm　on　the　path　of　Illumination！　It　is　still　intact！　
　Looking　southwest；　Langdon　strained　to　see　a　spire　or　cathedral　tower　jutting　up　over　the　obstacles。　He　saw　nothing。　He　needed　a　map。　If　they　could　figure　out　what　churches　were　southwest　of　here；　maybe　one　of　them　would　spark　Langdon's　memory。　Air；　he　pressed。　Air。　Bernini。　Sculpture。　Air。　Think！　
　Langdon　turned　and　headed　back　up　the　cathedral　stairs。　He　was　met　beneath　the　scaffolding　by　Vittoria　and　Olivetti。　
　〃Southwest；〃　Langdon　said；　panting。　〃The　next　church　is　southwest　of　here。〃
　Olivetti's　whisper　was　cold。　〃You　sure　this　time？〃
　Lan