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Even the human genius has difficulty comprehending the Ancient Mysteries.

 

“Symbolically,” Langdon said, “this represents mankind’s failed attempt to transform
human
intellect into
god
like power. In alchemical terms, it represents our inability to turn lead into gold.”

 

“Not a particularly encouraging message,” Katherine agreed. “So how does it help us?” She did not see the hidden number 1514 that Langdon was talking about.

 

“Order from chaos,” Langdon said, flashing a lopsided grin. “Just as your brother promised.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out the grid of letters he had written earlier from the Masonic cipher. “Right now, this grid is meaningless.” He spread the paper out on the desk.

 

 

 

Katherine eyed the grid.
Definitely meaningless.

 

“But Dürer will transform it.”

 

“And how might he do that?”

 

“Linguistic alchemy.” Langdon motioned to the computer screen. “Look carefully. Hidden in this masterpiece is something that will make sense of our sixteen letters.” He waited. “Do you see it yet? Look for the number 1514.”

 

Katherine was in no mood to play classroom. “Robert, I see nothing—an orb, a ladder, a knife, a polyhedron, a scale? I give up.”

 

“Look! There in the background. Carved into that building behind the angel? Beneath the bell? Dürer engraved a square that is full of numbers.”

 

Katherine now saw the square that contained numbers, among them 1514.

 

“Katherine, that square is the key to deciphering the pyramid!”

 

She shot him a surprised look. “That’s not just
any
square,” Langdon said, grinning.

 

“That, Ms. Solomon, is a
magic
square.”

 

 

 

CHAPTER
69

 

Where the
hell are they taking me?

 

Bellamy was still blindfolded in the back of an SUV. After a short stop somewhere close to the Library of Congress, the vehicle had continued on . . . but only for a minute. Now the SUV had stopped again, having again traveled only about a block.

 

Bellamy heard muffled voices talking.

 

“Sorry . . . impossible . . .” an authoritative voice was saying. “ . . . closed at this hour . . .”

 

The man driving the SUV replied with equal authority. “CIA investigation . . . national security . . .” Apparently the exchange of words and IDs was persuasive, because the tone shifted immediately.

 

“Yes, of course . . . service entrance . . .” There was the loud grinding of what sounded like a garage door, and as it opened, the voice added, “Shall I accompany you? Once you’re inside, you won’t be able to get through—”

 

“No. We have access already.”

 

If the guard was surprised, it was too late. The SUV was moving again. It advanced about fifty yards and then came to a stop. The heavy door rumbled closed again behind them.

 

Silence.

 

Bellamy realized he was trembling.

 

With a bang, the SUV’s rear hatch flew open. Bellamy felt a sharp pain in his shoulders as someone dragged him out by his arms, then lifted him to his feet. Without a word, a powerful force led him across a wide expanse of pavement. There was a strange, earthy smell here that he could not place. There were footsteps of someone else walking with them, but whoever it was had yet to speak.

 

They stopped at a door, and Bellamy heard an electronic ping. The door clicked open. Bellamy was manhandled through several corridors and could not help but notice that the air was warmer and more humid.
An indoor pool, maybe? No.
The smell in the air was not chlorine . . . it was far more earthy and primal.

 

Where the hell are we?!
Bellamy knew he could not be more than a block or two from the Capitol Building. Again they stopped, and again he heard the electronic beep of a security door. This one slid open with a hiss. As they pushed him through, the smell that hit him was unmistakable.

 

Bellamy now realized where they were.
My God!
He came here often, although never through the service entrance. This magnificent glass building was only three hundred yards from the Capitol Building and was technically part of the Capitol Complex.
I run this place!
Bellamy now realized it was his own key fob that was giving them access.

 

Powerful arms pushed him through the doorway, leading him down a familiar, winding walkway. The heavy, damp warmth of this place usually felt comforting to him. Tonight, he was sweating.

 

What are we doing here?!

 

Bellamy was halted suddenly and seated on a bench. The man with the muscles unhooked his handcuffs only long enough to reaffix them to the bench behind his back.

 

“What do you want from me?” Bellamy demanded, heart pounding wildly.

 

The only response he received was the sound of boots walking off and the glass door sliding shut.

 

Then silence.

 

Dead silence.

 

They’re just going to leave me here?
Bellamy was sweating more heavily now as he struggled to release his hands.
I can’t even take off my blindfold?

 

“Help!” he shouted. “Anybody!”

 

Even as he called out in panic, Bellamy knew nobody was going to hear him. This massive glass room—known as the Jungle—was entirely airtight when the doors were closed.

 

They left me in the Jungle,
he thought.
Nobody will find me until morning.

 

Then he heard it.

 

The sound was barely audible, but it terrified Bellamy like no sound he had ever heard in his life.
Something breathing. Very close.

 

He was not alone on the bench.

 

The sudden hiss of a sulfur match sizzled so close to his face that he could feel the heat. Bellamy recoiled, instinctively yanking hard at his chains.

 

Then, without warning, a hand was on his face, removing his blindfold.

 

The flame before him reflected in the black eyes of Inoue Sato as she pressed the match against the cigarette dangling from her lips, only inches away from Bellamy’s face.

 

She glared at him in the moonlight that filtered down through the glass ceiling. She looked pleased to see his fear.

 

“So, Mr. Bellamy,” Sato said, shaking out the match. “Where shall we begin?”

 

 

 

CHAPTER
70

 

A magic square.
Katherine nodded as she eyed the numbered square in Dürer’s engraving. Most people would have thought Langdon had lost his mind, but Katherine had quickly realized he was right.

 

The term
magic square
referred not to something mystical but to something mathematical—it was the name given to a grid of consecutive numbers arranged in such a way that all the rows, columns, and diagonals added up to the same thing. Created some four thousand years ago by mathematicians in Egypt and India, magic squares were still believed by some to hold magical powers. Katherine had read that even nowadays devout Indians drew special three-by-three magic squares called the Kubera Kolam on their pooja altars. Primarily, though, modern man had relegated magic squares to the category of “recreational mathematics,” some people still deriving pleasure from the quest to discover new “magical” configurations.
Sudoku for geniuses.

 

Katherine quickly analyzed Dürer’s square, adding up the numbers in several rows and columns.

 

 

“Thirty-four,” she said. “Every direction adds up to thirty-four.”

 

“Exactly,” Langdon said. “But did you know that
this
magic square is famous because Dürer accomplished the seemingly impossible?” He quickly showed Katherine that in addition to making the rows, columns, and diagonals add up to thirty-four, Dürer had also found a way to make the four quadrants, the four center squares, and even the four corner squares add up to that number. “Most amazing, though, was Dürer’s ability to position
the numbers 15 and 14 together in the bottom row as an indication of the year in which he accomplished this incredible feat!”

 

Katherine scanned the numbers, amazed by all the combinations.

 

Langdon’s tone grew more excited now. “Extraordinarily,
Melencolia I
represents the very first time in history that a magic square appeared in
European
art. Some historians believe this was Dürer’s encoded way of indicating that the Ancient Mysteries had traveled outside the Egyptian Mystery Schools and were now held by the European secret societies.” Langdon paused. “Which brings us back to . . .
this
.”

 

He motioned to the slip of paper bearing the grid of letters from the stone pyramid.

 

 

“I assume the layout looks familiar now?” Langdon asked.

 

“Four-by-four square.”

 

Langdon picked up the pencil and carefully transcribed Dürer’s numbered magic square onto the slip of paper, directly beside the lettered square. Katherine was now seeing just how easy this was going to be. He stood poised, pencil in hand, and yet . . . strangely, after all this enthusiasm, he seemed to hesitate.

 

“Robert?”

 

He turned to her, his expression one of trepidation. “Are you
sure
we want to do this? Peter expressly—”

 

“Robert, if
you
don’t want to decipher this engraving, then
I
will.” She held out her hand for the pencil.

 

Langdon could tell there would be no deterring her and so he acquiesced, turning his attention back to the pyramid. Carefully, he superimposed the magic square over the pyramid’s grid of letters and assigned each letter a number. Then he created a new grid, placing the Masonic cipher’s letters in the new order as defined by the sequence in Dürer’s magic square.

 

When Langdon was finished, they both examined the result.

 

 

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