Dean Galloway felt alive.
Like all mortals, he knew the time was coming when he would shed his mortal shell, but tonight was not the night. His corporeal heart was beating strong and fast . . . and his mind felt sharp. There is work to be done.
As he ran his arthritic hands across the pyramids smooth surfaces, he could scarcely believe what he was feeling. I never imagined I would live to witness this moment. For generations, the pieces of the symbolon map had been kept safely apart from one another. Now they were united at last. Galloway wondered if this was the foretold time.
Strangely, fate had selected two non-Masons to assemble the pyramid. Somehow, this seemed fitting. The Mysteries are moving out of the inner circles . . . out of darkness . . . into the light.
Professor, he said, turning his head in the direction of Langdons breathing. Did Peter tell you why he wanted you to watch over the little package?
He said powerful people wanted to steal it from him, Langdon replied.
The dean nodded. Yes, Peter told me the same thing.
He did? Katherine said suddenly on his left. You and my brother spoke about this pyramid?
Of course, Galloway said. Your brother and I have spoken on many things. I was once the
Worshipful Master at the House of the Temple, and he comes to me for guidance at times. It was about a year ago that he came to me, deeply troubled. He sat exactly where you are now, and he asked me if I believed in supernatural premonitions.
Premonitions? Katherine sounded concerned. You mean like . . . visions?
Not exactly. It was more visceral. Peter said he was feeling the growing presence of a dark force in his life. He sensed something was watching him . . . waiting . . . intending to do him great harm.
Obviously he was right, Katherine said, considering that the same man who killed our mother and Peters son had come to Washington and become one of Peters own Masonic brothers.
True, Langdon said, but it doesnt explain the involvement of the CIA.
Galloway was not so sure. Men in power are always interested in greater power.
But . . . the CIA? Langdon challenged. And mystical secrets? Something doesnt add up.
Sure it does, Katherine said. The CIA thrives on technological advancement and has always experimented with the mystical sciencesESP, remote viewing, sensory deprivation, pharmacologically induced highly mentalized states. Its all the same thingtapping the unseen potential of the human mind. If theres one thing Ive learned from Peter, its this: Science and mysticism are very closely related, distinguishable only by their approaches. They have identical goals . . . but different methods.
Peter tells me, Galloway said, that your field of study is a kind of modern mystical science?
Noetics, Katherine said, nodding. And its proving man has powers unlike anything we can imagine. She motioned to a stained-glass window depicting the familiar image of the Luminous Jesus, that of Christ with rays of light flowing from his head and hands. In fact, I just used a supercooled charge-coupled device to photograph the hands of a faith healer at work. The photos looked a lot like the image of Jesus in your stained-glass window . . . streams of energy pouring through the healers fingertips.
The well-trained mind, Galloway thought, hiding a smile. How do you think Jesus healed the sick?
I realize, Katherine said, that modern medicine ridicules healers and shamans, but I saw this with my own eyes. My CCD cameras clearly photographed this man transmitting a massive energy field from his fingertips . . . and literally changing the cellular makeup of his patient. If thats not godlike power, then I dont know what is.
Dean Galloway let himself smile. Katherine had the same fiery passion as her brother. Peter once compared Noetic Scientists to the early explorers who were mocked for embracing the heretical notion of a spherical earth. Almost overnight, these explorers went from fools to
heroes, discovering uncharted worlds and expanding the horizons of everyone on the planet. Peter thinks you will do this as well. He has very high hopes for your work. After all, every great philosophical shift in history began with a single bold idea.
Galloway knew, of course, that one neednt go to a lab to witness proof of this bold new idea, this proposal of mans untapped potential. This very cathedral held healing prayer circles for the sick, and repeatedly had witnessed truly miraculous results, medically documented physical transformations. The question was not whether God had imbued man with great powers . . . but rather how we liberate those powers.
The old dean placed his hands reverently around the sides of the Masonic Pyramid and spoke very quietly. My friends, I do not know exactly where this pyramid points . . . but I do know this. There is a great spiritual treasure buried out there somewhere . . . a treasure that has waited patiently in darkness for generations. I believe it is a catalyst that has the power to transform this world. He now touched the golden tip of the capstone. And now that this pyramid is assembled . . . the time is fast approaching. And why shouldnt it? The promise of a great transformational enlightenment has been prophesied forever.
Father, Langdon said, his tone challenging, were all familiar with the Revelation of Saint John and the literal meaning of the Apocalypse, but biblical prophecy hardly seems
Oh, heavens, the Book of Revelation is a mess! the dean said. Nobody knows how to read that. Im talking about clear minds writing in clear languagethe predictions of Saint Augustine, Sir Francis Bacon, Newton, Einstein, the list goes on and on, all anticipating a transformative moment of enlightenment. Even Jesus himself said, Nothing is hidden that will not be made known, nor secret that will not come to light.
Its a safe prediction to make, Langdon said. Knowledge grows exponentially. The more we know, the greater our ability to learn, and the faster we expand our knowledge base.
Yes, Katherine added. We see this in science all the time. Each new technology we invent becomes a tool with which to invent new technologies . . . and it snowballs. Thats why science has advanced more in the last five years than in the previous five thousand. Exponential growth. Mathematically, as time passes, the exponential curve of progress becomes almost vertical, and new development occurs incredibly fast.
Silence fell in the deans office, and Galloway sensed that his two guests still had no idea how this pyramid could possibly help them reveal anything further. That is why fate brought you to me, he thought. I have a role to play.
For many years, the Reverend Colin Galloway, along with his Masonic brothers, had played the role of gatekeeper. Now it was all changing.
I am no longer a gatekeeper . . . I am a guide.
Professor Langdon? Galloway said, reaching out across his desk. Take my hand if you will.
Robert Langdon felt uncertain as he stared across at Dean Galloways outstretched palm.
Are we going to pray?
Politely, Langdon reached out and placed his right hand in the deans withered hand. The old man grasped it firmly but did not begin to pray. Instead, he found Langdons index finger and guided it downward into the stone box that had once housed the golden capstone.
Your eyes have blinded you, the dean said. If you saw with your fingertips as I do, you would realize this box has something left to teach you.
Dutifully, Langdon worked his fingertip around the inside of the box, but he felt nothing. The inside was perfectly smooth.
Keep looking, Galloway prompted.
Finally, Langdons fingertip felt somethinga tiny raised circlea minuscule dot in the center of the base of the box. He removed his hand and peered inside. The little circle was virtually invisible to the naked eye. What is that?
Do you recognize that symbol? Galloway asked.
Symbol? Langdon replied. I can barely see anything at all.
Push down on it.
Langdon did as he asked, pressing his fingertip down onto the spot. What does he think will happen?
Hold your finger down, the dean said. Apply pressure.
Langdon glanced over at Katherine, who looked puzzled as she tucked a wisp of hair behind her ears.
A few seconds later, the old dean finally nodded. Okay, remove your hand. The alchemy is complete.
Alchemy? Robert Langdon removed his hand from the stone box and sat in bewildered silence. Nothing had changed at all. The box just sat there on the desk.
Nothing, Langdon said.
Look at your fingertip, the dean replied. You should see a transformation.
Langdon looked at his finger, but the only transformation he could see was that he now had an
indentation on his skin made by the circular nubbina tiny circle with a dot in the middle.
Now do you recognize this symbol? the dean asked.
Although Langdon recognized the symbol, he was more impressed that the dean had been able to feel the detail of it. Seeing with ones fingertips was apparently a learned skill.
Its alchemical, Katherine said, sliding her chair closer and examining Langdons finger. Its the ancient symbol for gold.
Indeed it is. The dean smiled and patted the box. Professor, congratulations. You have just achieved what every alchemist in history has strived for. From a worthless substance, youve created gold.
Langdon frowned, unimpressed. The little parlor trick seemed to be no help at all. An interesting idea, sir, but Im afraid this symbola circle with a round dot in the middlehas dozens of meanings. Its called a circumpunct, and its one of the most widely used symbols in history.
What are you talking about? the dean asked, sounding skeptical.
Langdon was stunned that a Mason was not more familiar with the spiritual importance of this symbol. Sir, the circumpunct has countless meanings. In ancient Egypt, it was the symbol for Rathe sun godand modern astronomy still uses it as the solar symbol. In Eastern philosophy, it represents the spiritual insight of the Third Eye, the divine rose, and the sign of illumination. The Kabbalists use it to symbolize the Ketherthe highest Sephiroth and the most hidden of all hidden things. Early mystics called it the Eye of God and its the origin of the All-Seeing Eye on the Great Seal. The Pythagoreans used the circumpunct as the symbol of the Monadthe Divine Truth, the Prisca Sapientia, the at-one-ment of mind and soul, and the
Enough! Dean Galloway was chuckling now. Professor, thank you. You are correct, of course.
Langdon now realized he had just been played. He knew all that.
The circumpunct, Galloway said, still smiling to himself, is essentially the symbol of the Ancient Mysteries. For this reason, I would suggest that its presence in this box is not mere coincidence. Legend holds that the secrets of this map are hidden in the smallest of details.
Fine, Katherine said, but even if this symbol was inscribed there intentionally, it doesnt bring us any closer to deciphering the map, does it?
You mentioned earlier that the wax seal you broke was embossed with Peters ring?
And you said you have that ring with you?
I do. Langdon reached into his pocket, found the ring, took it out of the plastic bag, and placed it on the desk in front of the dean.
Galloway picked up the ring and began feeling its surfaces. This unique ring was created at the same time as the Masonic Pyramid, and traditionally, it is worn by the Mason in charge of protecting the pyramid. Tonight, when I felt the tiny circumpunct on the bottom of the stone box, I realized that the ring is, in fact, part of the symbolon.
Im certain of it. Peter is my closest friend, and he wore this ring for many years. I am quite familiar with it. He handed the ring to Langdon. See for yourself.
Langdon took the ring and examined it, running his fingers over the double-headed phoenix, the number 33, the words ORDO AB CHAO, and also the words All is revealed at the thirty-third degree. He felt nothing helpful. Then, as his fingers traced down around the outside of the band, he stopped short. Startled, he turned the ring over and eyed the very bottom of its band.
Did you find it? Galloway said.
I think so, yes! Langdon said.
Katherine slid her chair closer. What?
The degree sign on the band, Langdon said, showing her. Its so small that you dont really notice it with your eyes, but if you feel it, you can tell its actually indentedlike a tiny circular incision. The degree sign was centered on the bottom of the band . . . and admittedly looked to be the same size as the raised nubbin in the bottom of the cube.
Is it the same size? Katherine moved closer still, sounding excited now.
Theres one way to find out. He took the ring and lowered it into the box, aligning the two tiny circles. As he pushed down, the raised circle on the box slid into the rings opening, and there
was a faint but decisive click.
They all jumped.
Langdon waited, but nothing happened.
What was that?! the priest said.
Nothing, Katherine replied. The ring locked into place . . . but nothing else happened.
No great transformation? Galloway looked puzzled.
Were not done, Langdon realized, gazing down at the rings embossed insigniaa double-headed phoenix and the number 33. All is revealed at the thirty-third degree. His mind filled with thoughts of Pythagoras, sacred geometry, and angles; he wondered if perhaps degrees had a mathematical meaning.
Slowly, heart beating faster now, he reached down and grasped the ring, which was affixed to the base of the cube. Then, slowly, he began turning the ring to the right. All is revealed at the thirty-third degree.
He turned the ring ten degrees . . . twenty degrees . . . thirty degrees
What happened next, Langdon never saw coming.