The Da Vinci Code

CHAPTER 29
Inside Saint-Sulpice, Silas carried the heavy iron votive candle holder from the altar back toward 
the obelisk. The shaft would do nicely as a battering ram. Eyeing the gray marble panel that 
covered the apparent hollow in the floor, he realized he could not possibly shatter the covering 
without making considerable noise.
Iron on marble. It would echo off the vaulted ceilings.
Would the nun hear him? She should be asleep by now. Even so, it was a chance Silas preferred 
not to take. Looking around for a cloth to wrap around the tip of the iron pole, he saw nothing 
except the altar's linen mantle, which he refused to defile. My cloak, he thought. Knowing he was 
alone in the great church, Silas untied his cloak and slipped it off his body. As he removed it, he 

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felt a sting as the wool fibers stuck to the fresh wounds on his back.
Naked now, except for his loin swaddle, Silas wrapped his cloak over the end of the iron rod. Then, 
aiming at the center of the floor tile, he drove the tip into it. A muffled thud. The stone did not 
break. He drove the pole into it again. Again a dull thud, but this time accompanied by a crack. On 
the third swing, the covering finally shattered, and stone shards fell into a hollow area beneath the 
floor.
A compartment!
Quickly pulling the remaining pieces from the opening, Silas gazed into the void. His blood 
pounded as he knelt down before it. Raising his pale bare arm, he reached inside.
At first he felt nothing. The floor of the compartment was bare, smooth stone. Then, feeling deeper, 
reaching his arm in under the Rose Line, he touched something! A thick stone tablet. Getting his 
fingers around the edge, he gripped it and gently lifted the tablet out. As he stood and examined his 
find, he realized he was holding a rough-hewn stone slab with engraved words. He felt for an 
instant like a modern-day Moses.
As Silas read the words on the tablet, he felt surprise. He had expected the keystone to be a map, or 
a complex series of directions, perhaps even encoded. The keystone, however, bore the simplest of 
inscriptions.
Job 38:11
A Bible verse? Silas was stunned with the devilish simplicity. The secret location of that which 
they sought was revealed in a Bible verse? The brotherhood stopped at nothing to mock the 
righteous!
Job. Chapter thirty-eight. Verse eleven.
Although Silas did not recall the exact contents of verse eleven by heart, he knew the Book of Job 
told the story of a man whose faith in God survived repeated tests. Appropriate, he thought, barely 
able to contain his excitement.
Looking over his shoulder, he gazed down the shimmering Rose Line and couldn't help but smile. 
There atop the main altar, propped open on a gilded book stand, sat an enormous leather-bound 
Bible.
Up in the balcony, Sister Sandrine was shaking. Moments ago, she had been about to flee and carry 
out her orders, when the man below suddenly removed his cloak. When she saw his alabaster-white 

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flesh, she was overcome with a horrified bewilderment. His broad, pale back was soaked with 
blood-red slashes. Even from here she could see the wounds were fresh.
This man has been mercilessly whipped!
She also saw the bloody cilice around his thigh, the wound beneath it dripping. What kind of God 
would want a body punished this way? The rituals of Opus Dei, Sister Sandrine knew, were not 
something she would ever understand. But that was hardly her concern at this instant. Opus Dei is 
searching for the keystone. How they knew of it, Sister Sandrine could not imagine, although she 
knew she did not have time to think.
The bloody monk was now quietly donning his cloak again, clutching his prize as he moved toward 
the altar, toward the Bible.
In breathless silence, Sister Sandrine left the balcony and raced down the hall to her quarters. 
Getting on her hands and knees, she reached beneath her wooden bed frame and retrieved the 
sealed envelope she had hidden there years ago.
Tearing it open, she found four Paris phone numbers.
Trembling, she began to dial.
Downstairs, Silas laid the stone tablet on the altar and turned his eager hands to the leather Bible. 
His long white fingers were sweating now as he turned the pages. Flipping through the Old 
Testament, he found the Book of Job. He located chapter thirty-eight. As he ran his finger down the 
column of text, he anticipated the words he was about to read.
They will lead the way!
Finding verse number eleven, Silas read the text. It was only seven words. Confused, he read it 
again, sensing something had gone terribly wrong. The verse simply read:
HITHERTO SHALT THOU COME, BUT NO FURTHER.