The Da Vinci Code

sénéchal and share the secret of the keystone."
"I guess you didn't see the entire news broadcast," Sophie said. "In addition to my grandfather, 
three other prominent Parisians were murdered today. All in similar ways. All looked like they had 
been interrogated."
Teabing's jaw fell. "And you think they were..."
"The sénéchaux," Langdon said.
"But how? A murderer could not possibly learn the identities of all four top members of the Priory 
of Sion! Look at me, I have been researching them for decades, and I can't even name one Priory 
member. It seems inconceivable that all three sénéchaux and the Grand Master could be discovered 
and killed in one day."
"I doubt the information was gathered in a single day," Sophie said. "It sounds like a well-planned 
décapiter. It's a technique we use to fight organized crime syndicates. If DCPJ wants to move on a 
certain group, they will silently listen and watch for months, identify all the main players, and then 
move in and take them all at the same moment. Decapitation. With no leadership, the group falls 
into chaos and divulges other information. It's possible someone patiently watched the Priory and 

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then attacked, hoping the top people would reveal the location of the keystone."
Teabing looked unconvinced. "But the brothers would never talk. They are sworn to secrecy. Even 
in the face of death."
"Exactly," Langdon said. "Meaning, if they never divulged the secret, and they were killed..."
Teabing gasped. "Then the location of the keystone would be lost forever!"
"And with it," Langdon said, "the location of the Holy Grail."
Teabing's body seemed to sway with the weight of Langdon's words. Then, as if too tired to stand 
another moment, he flopped in a chair and stared out the window.
Sophie walked over, her voice soft. "Considering my grandfather's predicament, it seems possible 
that in total desperation he tried to pass the secret on to someone outside the brotherhood. Someone 
he thought he could trust. Someone in his family."
Teabing was pale. "But someone capable of such an attack... of discovering so much about the 
brotherhood..." He paused, radiating a new fear. "It could only be one force. This kind of 
infiltration could only have come from the Priory's oldest enemy."
Langdon glanced up. "The Church."
"Who else? Rome has been seeking the Grail for centuries."
Sophie was skeptical. "You think the Church killed my grandfather?"
Teabing replied, "It would not be the first time in history the Church has killed to protect itself. The 
documents that accompany the Holy Grail are explosive, and the Church has wanted to destroy 
them for years."
Langdon was having trouble buying Teabing's premise that the Church would blatantly murder 
people to obtain these documents. Having met the new Pope and many of the cardinals, Langdon 
knew they were deeply spiritual men who would never condone assassination. Regardless of the 
stakes.
Sophie seemed to be having similar thoughts. "Isn't it possible that these Priory members were 
murdered by someone outside the Church? Someone who didn't understand what the Grail really 
is? The Cup of Christ, after all, would be quite an enticing treasure. Certainly treasure hunters have 
killed for less."
"In my experience," Teabing said, "men go to far greater lengths to avoid what they fear than to 

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obtain what they desire. I sense a desperation in this assault on the Priory."
"Leigh," Langdon said, "the argument is paradoxical. Why would members of the Catholic clergy 
murder Priory members in an effort to find and destroy documents they believe are false testimony 
anyway?"
Teabing chuckled. "The ivory towers of Harvard have made you soft, Robert. Yes, the clergy in 
Rome are blessed with potent faith, and because of this, their beliefs can weather any storm, 
including documents that contradict everything they hold dear. But what about the rest of the 
world? What about those who are not blessed with absolute certainty? What about those who look 
at the cruelty in the world and say, where is God today? Those who look at Church scandals and 
ask, who are these men who claim to speak the truth about Christ and yet lie to cover up the sexual 
abuse of children by their own priests?" Teabing paused. "What happens to those people, Robert, if 
persuasive scientific evidence comes out that the Church's version of the Christ story is inaccurate, 
and that the greatest story ever told is, in fact, the greatest story ever sold"
Langdon did not respond.
"I'll tell you what happens if the documents get out," Teabing said. "The Vatican faces a crisis of 
faith unprecedented in its two-millennia history."
After a long silence, Sophie said, "But if it is the Church who is responsible for this attack, why 
would they act now? After all these years? The Priory keeps the Sangreal documents hidden. They 
pose no immediate threat to the Church."
Teabing heaved an ominous sigh and glanced at Langdon. "Robert, I assume you are familiar with 
the Priory's final charge?"
Langdon felt his breath catch at the thought. "I am."
"Miss Neveu," Teabing said, "the Church and the Priory have had a tacit understanding for years. 
That is, the Church does not attack the Priory, and the Priory keeps the Sangreal documents 
hidden." He paused. "However, part of the Priory history has always included a plan to unveil the 
secret. With the arrival of a specific date in history, the brotherhood plans to break the silence and 
carry out its ultimate triumph by unveiling the Sangreal documents to the world and shouting the 
true story of Jesus Christ from the mountaintops."
Sophie stared at Teabing in silence. Finally, she too sat down. "And you think that date is 
approaching? And the Church knows it?"
"A speculation," Teabing said, "but it would certainly provide the Church motivation for an all-out 
attack to find the documents before it was too late."

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Langdon had the uneasy feeling that Teabing was making good sense. "Do you think the Church 
would actually be capable of uncovering hard evidence of the Priory's date?"
"Why not—if we're assuming the Church was able to uncover the identities of the Priory members, 
then certainly they could have learned of their plans. And even if they don't have the exact date, 
their superstitions may be getting the best of them."
"Superstitions?" Sophie asked.
"In terms of prophecy," Teabing said, "we are currently in an epoch of enormous change. The 
millennium has recently passed, and with it has ended the two-thousand-year-long astrological Age 
of Pisces—the fish, which is also the sign of Jesus. As any astrological symbologist will tell you, 
the Piscean ideal believes that man must be told what to do by higher powers because man is 
incapable of thinking for himself. Hence it has been a time of fervent religion. Now, however, we 
are entering the Age of Aquarius—the water bearer—whose ideals claim that man will learn the 
truth and be able to think for himself. The ideological shift is enormous, and it is occurring right 
now."
Langdon felt a shiver. Astrological prophecy never held much interest or credibility for him, but he 
knew there were those in the Church who followed it very closely. "The Church calls this 
transitional period the End of Days."
Sophie looked skeptical. "As in the end of the world? The Apocalypse?"
"No." Langdon replied. "That's a common misconception. Many religions speak of the End of 
Days. It refers not to the end of the world, but rather the end of our current age—Pisces, which 
began at the time of Christ's birth, spanned two thousand years, and waned with the passing of the 
millennium. Now that we've passed into the Age of Aquarius, the End of Days has arrived."
"Many Grail historians," Teabing added, "believe that if the Priory is indeed planning to release 
this truth, this point in history would be a symbolically apt time. Most Priory academics, myself 
included, anticipated the brotherhood's release would coincide precisely with the millennium. 
Obviously, it did not. Admittedly, the Roman calendar does not mesh perfectly with astrological 
markers, so there is some gray area in the prediction. Whether the Church now has inside 
information that an exact date is looming, or whether they are just getting nervous on account of 
astrological prophecy, I don't know. Anyway, it's immaterial. Either scenario explains how the 
Church might be motivated to launch a preemptive attack against the Priory." Teabing frowned. 
"And believe me, if the Church finds the Holy Grail, they will destroy it. The documents and the 
relics of the blessed Mary Magdalene as well." His eyes grew heavy. "Then, my dear, with the 
Sangreal documents gone, all evidence will be lost. The Church will have won their age-old war to 
rewrite history. The past will be erased forever."
Slowly, Sophie pulled the cruciform key from her sweater pocket and held it out to Teabing.

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Teabing took the key and studied it. "My goodness. The Priory seal. Where did you get this?"
"My grandfather gave it to me tonight before he died."
Teabing ran his fingers across the cruciform. "A key to a church?"
She drew a deep breath. "This key provides access to the keystone."
Teabing's head snapped up, his face wild with disbelief. "Impossible! What church did I miss? I've 
searched every church in France!"
"It's not in a church," Sophie said. "It's in a Swiss depository bank."
Teabing's look of excitement waned. "The keystone is in a bank?"
"A vault," Langdon offered.
"A bank vault?" Teabing shook his head violently. "That's impossible. The keystone is supposed to 
be hidden beneath the sign of the Rose."
"It is," Langdon said. "It was stored in a rosewood box inlaid with a five-petal Rose."
Teabing looked thunderstruck. "You've seen the keystone?"
Sophie nodded. "We visited the bank."
Teabing came over to them, his eyes wild with fear. "My friends, we must do something. The 
keystone is in danger! We have a duty to protect it. What if there are other keys? Perhaps stolen 
from the murdered sénéchaux? If the Church can gain access to the bank as you have—"
"Then they will be too late," Sophie said. "We removed the keystone."
"What! You removed the keystone from its hiding place?"
"Don't worry," Langdon said. "The keystone is well hidden."