bindings.
'Come, we have work to do.'
THIRTY-NINE
10:40 AM
MALONE FOLLOWED MARK AS THEY APPROACHED THE CHURCH OF Saint Mary Magdalene. Services were not held there during summer. Sunday was apparently too popular a day for tourists, as a crowd was already milling about outside the church, snapping pictures and recording video.
'We'll need a ticket,' Mark said. 'Can't enter this church without paying a fee.'
Malone stepped into the Villa Bethanie and waited in a short line. Back outside, he found Mark standing before a railed garden where the Visigoth pillar and statue of the Virgin that Royce Claridon had told him about stood. He read the words PENITENCE, PENITENCE and MISSION 1891 carved on the pillar's face.
'The Notre Dame de Lourdes,' Mark said, pointing at the statue. 'Sauniere was enthralled by Lourdes, which was the premier Marian vision of his time. Before Fatima. He wanted Rennes to become a pilgrimage center, so he built this garden and designed the statue and pillar.'
Malone gestured at the people. 'He got his wish.'
'True. But not for the reason he imagined. I'm sure none of the people here today even knows that the pillar is not the original. It's a copy, put there years ago. The original is difficult to read. Weather took a toll. It's in the presbytery museum. Which is true for a lot of this place. Little is as it was in Sauniere's time.'
They approached the church's main door. Beneath the gilded tympanum Malone read the words, TERRIBILIS EST LOCU ISTE. From Genesis. Terrible is this place. He knew the tale of Jacob who dreamed of a ladder on which angels traveled and, after waking from his sleep, uttered the words- Terrible is this place-then named what he'd dreamed about Bethel, which meant 'house of God.' Another thought occurred to him. 'But in the Old Testament, Bethel becomes a rival to Jerusalem as a religious center.'
'Precisely. One more subtle clue Sauniere left behind. There are even more inside.'
They'd all slept late, having risen about thirty minutes ago. Stephanie had taken her husband's bedroom and was still inside with the door closed when Malone suggested that he and Mark head for the church. He wanted to talk to the younger man without Stephanie around, and he wanted to give her time to cool down. He knew she was looking for a fight, and sooner or later her son was going to have to face her. But he thought delaying that inevitability might be a good idea. Geoffrey had offered to come, but Mark had told him no. Malone had sensed that Mark Nelle wanted to speak to him alone, too.
They entered the nave.
The church was single-aisled with a high ceiling. A hideous carved devil, crouching low, clothed in a green robe, and grimacing under the weight of a holy water stoup, greeted them.
'It's actually the demon Asmodeus, not the devil,' Mark said.
'Another message?'
'You apparently know him.'
'A custodian of secrets, if I recall.'
'You do. Look at the rest of the fount.'
Above the holy water stoup stood four angels, each one enacting a separate part of the sign of the cross. Beneath them was written, PAR CE SIGNE TU LE VAINCRAS. Malone translated the French. By this sign ye shall conquer him.
He knew the significance of those words. 'That's what Constantine said when he first fought his rival, Maxentius. According to the story, he supposedly saw a cross on the sun with those words emblazoned beneath.'
'But there's one difference.' Mark pointed to the carved letters. 'No him in the original phrase. Only By this sign ye shall conquer. '
'Is that significant?'
'My father discovered an ancient Jewish legend that told of how the king managed to prevent demons from interfering with the building of the Temple of Solomon. One of those demons, Asmodeus, was controlled by being forced to tote water-the one element he despised. So this fount's symbolism is not out of character. But the him in the quotation was clearly added by Sauniere. Some say the him is simply a reference to the fact that by dipping a finger in the holy water and making the sign of the cross, which Catholics do, the devil- him-would be conquered. But others have noticed the positioning of the word in the French phrase. Par ce signe tu le vaincras. The word le, 'him,' represents the thirteenth and fourteenth letters. 1314.'
He recalled his reading from the Templar book. 'The year Jacques de Molay was executed.'
'Coincidence?' Mark shrugged.
About twenty people milled about snapping photographs and admiring the gaudy imagery, which all oozed a cryptic allusion. Stained-glass windows lined the outer walls, lively from the bright sun, and he noticed the scenes. Mary and Martha at Bethany. Mary Magdalene meeting the risen Christ. The resurrection of Lazarus.
'It's like a theological fun house,' he whispered.
'That's one way of putting it.'
Mark motioned to the checkerboard floor before the altar. 'The crypt entrance is there, just before that wrought-iron grille, hidden beneath the tiles. A few years ago some French geographers conducted a covert ground-penetrating radar survey of the building and managed to make a few soundings before the local authorities stopped them. The results showed a subsurface anomaly beneath the altar that could be a crypt.'
'No digging was done?'
'No way the locals would allow that. Too many risks to the tourist industry.'
He smiled. 'That's the same thing Claridon said yesterday.'
They settled into one of the pews.
'One thing is certain,' Mark said in a hushed tone. 'There's no path to any treasure here. But Sauniere did use this church to telegraph what he believed. And from everything I've read about the man, that act fits with his brazen personality.'
Malone noticed that nothing around him was subtle. The excessive coloration and overgilding tainted any beauty. Then another point became clear. Nothing was consistent. Each artistic expression, from the statues, to the reliefs, to the windows, was individual-without regard to theme, as if similarity would somehow be offensive.
An odd collection of esoteric saints stared down at him with listless expressions, as if they, too, were embarrassed by their garish detail. St. Roch displayed a wounded thigh. St. Germaine released a bevy of roses from her apron. St. Magdalene held an odd-shaped vase. Try as he might, Malone could not become comfortable. He'd been inside many European churches and most exuded a deep sense of time and history. This one seemed only to repel.
'Sauniere directed every detail of the decoration,' Mark was saying. 'Nothing was placed here without his approval.' Mark pointed at one of the statues. 'St. Anthony of Padua. We pray to him when searching for something lost.'
He caught that irony. 'Another message?'
'Clearly. Check out the stations of the cross.'
The carvings began at the pulpit, seven along the north wall, then another seven on the south. Each was a colorful bas-relief that depicted a moment in Christ's crucifixion. Their bright patina and cartoonish detail seemed unusual for something so solemn.
'Strange, aren't they?' Mark asked. 'When they were installed in 1887, they were common for the area. In Rocamadour, there's a nearly identical set. The Giscard House in Toulouse made those and these. Much has been
