Inside the National Cathedral, Dean Galloway sensed a strange change in the air. He was not sure why, but he felt as if a ghostly shadow had evaporated . . . as if a weight had been lifted . . .
far away and yet right here.
Alone at his desk, he was deep in thought. He was not sure how many minutes had passed when his phone rang. It was Warren Bellamy.
Peters alive, his Masonic brother said. I just heard the news. I knew youd want to know immediately. Hes going to be okay.
Thank God. Galloway exhaled. Where is he?
Galloway listened as Bellamy recounted the extraordinary tale of what had transpired after they had left Cathedral College.
But all of you are okay?
Recuperating, yes, Bellamy said. There is one thing, though. He paused.
The Masonic Pyramid . . . I think Langdon may have solved it.
Galloway had to smile. Somehow he was not surprised. And tell me, did Langdon discover whether or not the pyramid kept its promise? Whether or not it revealed what legend always claimed it would reveal?
I dont know yet.
It will, Galloway thought. You need to rest.
As do you.
No, I need to pray.