than ten minutes, and although langdon had tried to follow in his mind, he had lost his bearings quickly. for all he knew, they were now pulling back into the house of the temple.
The Escalade came to a stop, and Langdon heard the window roll down.
«Agent Simkins, CIA,» their driver announced. «I believe you’re expecting us.»
«Yes, sir,» a sharp military voice replied. «Director Sato phoned ahead. One moment while I move the security barricade.»
Langdon listened with rising confusion, now sensing they were entering a military base. As the car began moving again, along an unusually smooth stretch of pavement, he turned his head blindly toward Solomon. «Where are we, Peter?» he demanded.
«Do
The vehicle continued a short distance and again slowed to a stop. Simkins killed the engine. More voices. Military. Someone asked for Simkins’s identification. The agent got out and spoke to the men in hushed tones.
Langdon’s door was suddenly being opened, and powerful hands assisted him out of the car. The air felt cold. It was windy.
Solomon was beside him. «Robert, just let Agent Simkins lead you inside.»
Langdon heard metal keys in a lock. . and then the creak of a heavy iron door swinging open. It sounded like an ancient bulkhead.
Simkins’s hands guided Langdon in the direction of the metal door. They stepped over a threshold. «Straight ahead, Professor.»
It was suddenly quiet. Dead. Deserted. The air inside smelled sterile and processed.
Simkins and Solomon flanked Langdon now, guiding him blindly down a reverberating corridor. The floor felt like stone beneath his loafers.
Behind them, the metal door slammed loudly, and Langdon jumped. The locks turned. He was sweating now beneath his blindfold. He wanted only to tear it off.
They stopped walking now.
Simkins let go of Langdon’s arm, and there was a series of electronic beeps followed by an unexpected rumble in front of them, which Langdon imagined had to be a security door sliding open automatically.
«Mr. Solomon, you and Mr. Langdon continue on alone. I’ll wait for you here,» Simkins said. «Take my flashlight.»
«Thank you,» Solomon said. «We won’t be long.»
Peter took Langdon’s arm in his own and inched forward. «Walk with me, Robert.»
They moved slowly together across another threshold, and the security door rumbled shut behind them.
Peter stopped short. «Is something wrong?»
Langdon was suddenly feeling queasy and off balance. «I think I just need to take off this blindfold.»
«Not yet, we’re almost there.»
«Almost
«I told you — I’m taking you to see the staircase that descends to the Lost Word.»
«Peter, this isn’t funny!»
«It’s not
Langdon felt dizzy. As much as he wanted to believe his dear friend, he could not. «Is it much farther?» His velvet hoodwink was drenched in sweat.
«No. Only a few more steps, actually. Through one last door. I’ll open it now.»
Solomon let go of him for a moment, and as he did so, Langdon swayed, feeling light-headed. Unsteady, he reached out for stability, and Peter was quickly back at his side. The sound of a heavy automatic door rumbled in front of them. Peter took Langdon’s arm and they moved forward again.
«This way.»
They inched across another threshold, and the door slid closed behind them.
Silence. Cold.
Langdon immediately sensed that this place, whatever it was, had nothing to do with the world on the other side of the security doors. The air was dank and chilly, like a tomb. The acoustics felt dull and cramped. He felt an irrational bout of claustrophobia settling in.
«A few more steps.» Solomon guided him blindly around a corner and positioned him precisely. Finally, he said, «Take off your blindfold.» langdon seized the velvet hoodwink and tore it from his face. he looked all around to find out where he was, but he was still blind. he rubbed his eyes. nothing. «peter, it’s pitch-black!»
«Yes, I know. Reach in front of you. There’s a railing. Grasp it.»
Langdon groped in the darkness and found an iron railing.
«Now watch.» He could hear Peter fumbling with something, and suddenly a blazing flashlight beam pierced the darkness. It was pointed at the floor, and before Langdon could take in his surroundings, Solomon directed the flashlight out over the railing and pointed the beam straight down.
Langdon was suddenly staring into a bottomless shaft. . an endless winding staircase that plunged deep into the earth.
«Peter. .» he stammered. «What
«I’ll take you to the bottom of the staircase in a moment, but before I do, you need to see something else.»
Too overwhelmed to protest, Langdon let Peter guide him away from the stairwell and across the strange little chamber. Peter kept the flashlight trained on the worn stone floor beneath their feet, and Langdon could get no real sense of the space around them. . except that it was small.
They arrived quickly at the room’s opposite wall, in which was embedded a rectangle of glass. Langdon thought it might be a window into a room beyond, and yet from where he stood, he saw only darkness on the other side.
«Go ahead,» Peter said. «Have a look.»
«What’s in there?» Langdon flashed for an instant on the Chamber of Reflection beneath the Capitol Building, and how he had believed, for a moment, that it might contain a portal to some giant underground cavern.
«Just look, Robert.» Solomon inched him forward. «And brace yourself, because the sight
Having no idea what to expect, Langdon moved toward the glass. As he neared the portal, Peter turned out the flashlight, plunging the tiny chamber into total darkness.
As his eyes adjusted, Langdon groped in front of him, his hands finding the wall, finding the glass, his face moving closer to the transparent portal.
still only darkness beyond.
He leaned closer. . pressing his face to the glass.
Then he saw it.
The wave of shock and disorientation that tore through Langdon’s body reached down inside and spun his internal compass upside down. He nearly fell backward as his mind strained to accept the utterly unanticipated sight that was before him. In his wildest dreams, Robert Langdon would never have guessed what lay on the other side of this glass.
The vision was a glorious sight.
