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ew what to do。 Do we ask him to remove his braces and crawl through？ Do we frisk his deformed body？ Teabing presented the flustered guards a far easier solution…an embossed card identifying him as Knight of the Realm。 The poor fellows practically tripped over one another ushering him in。
Now； eyeing the bewildered Langdon and Neveu； Teabing resisted the urge to reveal how he had brilliantly implicated Opus Dei in the plot that would soon bring about the demise of the entire Church。 That would have to wait。 Right now there was work to do。
〃Mes amis；〃 Teabing declared in flawless French； 〃vous ne trouvez pas le Saint…Graal； c'est le Saint…Graal qui vous trouve。〃 He smiled。 〃Our paths together could not be more clear。 The Grail has found us。〃
Silence。
He spoke to them in a whisper now。 〃Listen。 Can you hear it？ The Grail is speaking to us across the centuries。 She is begging to be saved from the Priory's folly。 I implore you both to recognize this opportunity。 There could not possibly be three more capable people assembled at this moment to break the final code and open the cryptex。〃 Teabing paused； his eyes alight。 〃We need to swear an oath together。 A pledge of faith to one another。 A knight's allegiance to uncover the truth and make it known。〃
Sophie stared deep into Teabing's eyes and spoke in a steely tone。 〃I will never swear an oath with my grandfather's murderer。 Except an oath that I will see you go to prison。〃
Teabing's heart turned grave； then resolute。 〃I am sorry you feel that way； mademoiselle。〃 He turned and aimed the gun at Langdon。 〃And you； Robert？ Are you with me； or against me？〃
CHAPTER 100
Bishop Manuel Aringarosa's body had endured many kinds of pain； and yet the searing heat of the bullet wound in his chest felt profoundly foreign to him。 Deep and grave。 Not a wound of the flesh。。。 but closer to the soul。
He opened his eyes； trying to see； but the rain on his face blurred his vision。 Where am I？ He could feel powerful arms holding him； carrying his limp body like a rag doll； his black cassock flapping。
Lifting a weary arm； he mopped his eyes and saw the man holding him was Silas。 The great albino was struggling down a misty sidewalk； shouting for a hospital； his voice a heartrending wail of agony。 His red eyes were focused dead ahead； tears streaming down his pale； blood…spattered face。
〃My son；〃 Aringarosa whispered； 〃you're hurt。〃
Silas glanced down； his visage contorted in anguish。 〃I am so very sorry； Father。〃 He seemed almost too pained to speak。
〃No； Silas；〃 Aringarosa replied。 〃It is I who am sorry。 This is my fault。〃 The Teacher promised me there would be no killing； and I told you to obey him fully。 〃I was too eager。 Too fearful。 You and I were deceived。〃 The Teacher was never going to deliver us the Holy Grail。
Cradled in the arms of the man he had taken in all those years ago； Bishop Aringarosa felt himself reel back in time。 To Spain。 To his modest beginnings； building a small Catholic church in Oviedo with Silas。 And later； to New York City； where he had proclaimed the glory of God with the towering Opus Dei Center on Lexington Avenue。
Five months ago； Aringarosa had received devastating news。 His life's work was in jeopardy。 He recalled； with vivid detail； the meeting inside Castel Gandolfo that had changed his life。。。 the news that had set this entire calamity into motion。
Aringarosa had entered Gandolfo's Astronomy Library with his head held high； fully expecting to be lauded by throngs of weling hands； all eager to pat him on the back for his superior work representing Catholicism in America。
But only three people were present。
The Vatican secretariat。 Obese。 Dour。
Two high…ranking Italian cardinals。 Sanctimonious。 Smug。
〃Secretariat？〃 Aringarosa said； puzzled。
The rotund overseer of legal affairs shook Aringarosa's hand and motioned to the chair opposite him。 〃Please； make yourself fortable。〃
Aringarosa sat； sensing something was wrong。
〃I am not skilled in small talk； Bishop；〃 the secretariat said； 〃so let me be direct about the reason for your visit。〃
〃Please。 Speak openly。〃 Aringarosa glanced at the two cardinals； who seemed to be measuring him with self…righteous anticipation。
〃As you are well aware；〃 the secretariat said； 〃His Holiness and others in Rome have been concerned lately with the political fallout from Opus Dei's more controversial practices。〃
Aringarosa felt himself bristle instantly。 He already had been through this on numerous occasions with the new pontiff； who； to Aringarosa's great dismay； had turned out to be a distressingly fervent voice for liberal change in the Church。
〃I want to assure you；〃 the secretariat added quickly； 〃that His Holiness does not seek to change anything about the way you run your ministry。〃
I should hope not！ 〃Then why am I here？〃
The enormous man sighed。 〃Bishop； I am not sure how to say this delicately； so I will state it directly。 Two days ago； the Secretariat Council voted unanimously to revoke the Vatican's sanction of Opus Dei。〃
Aringarosa was certain he had heard incorrectly。 〃I beg your pardon？〃
〃Plainly stated； six months from today； Opus Dei will no longer be considered a prelature of the Vatican。 You will be a church unto yourself。 The Holy See will be disassociating itself from you。 His Holiness agrees and we are already drawing up the legal papers。〃
〃But。。。 that is impossible！〃
〃On the contrary； it is quite possible。 And necessary。 His Holiness has bee uneasy with your aggressive recruiting policies and your practices of corporal mortification。〃 He paused。 〃Also your policies regarding women。 Quite frankly； Opus Dei has bee a liability and an embarrassment。〃
Bishop Aringarosa was stupefied。 〃An embarrassment？〃
〃Certainly you cannot be surprised it has e to this。〃
〃Opus Dei is the only Catholic organization whose numbers are growing！ We now have over eleven hundred priests！〃
〃True。 A troubling issue for us all。〃
Aringarosa shot to his feet。 〃Ask His Holiness if Opus Dei was an embarrassment in 1982 when we helped the Vatican Bank！〃
〃The Vatican will always be grateful for that；〃 the secretariat said； his tone appeasing； 〃and yet there are those who still believe your financial munificence in 1982 is the only reason you were granted prelature status in the first place。〃
〃That is not true！〃 The insinuation offended Aringarosa deeply。
〃Whatever the case； we plan to act in good faith。 We are drawing up severance terms that will include a reimbursement of those monies。 It will be paid in five installments。〃
〃You are buying me off？〃 Aringarosa demanded。 〃Paying me to go quietly？ When Opus Dei is the only remaining voice of reason！〃
One of the cardinals glanced up。 〃I'm sorry； did you say reason？〃
Aringarosa leaned across the table； sharpening his tone to a point。 〃Do you really wonder why Catholics are leaving the Church？ Look around you； Cardinal。 People have lost respect。 The rigors of faith are gone。 The doctrine has bee a buffet line。 Abstinence； confession； munion； baptism； mass…take your pick…choose whatever bination pleases you and ignore the rest。 What kind of spiritual guidance is the Church off