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The silence between them accentuated the sound of the scraping bumper。 They had driven a few kilometers now； and as Langdon watched the cascade of sparks ing off the front of the truck； he wondered if it was dangerous。 Either way； if they passed another car； it would certainly draw attention。 Langdon made up his mind。
〃I'm going to see if I can bend this bumper back。〃
Pulling onto the shoulder； he brought the truck to a stop。
Silence at last。
As Langdon walked toward the front of the truck； he felt surprisingly alert。 Staring into the barrel of yet another gun tonight had given him a second wind。 He took a deep breath of nighttime air and tried to get his wits about him。 Acpanying the gravity of being a hunted man； Langdon was starting to feel the ponderous weight of responsibility； the prospect that he and Sophie might actually be holding an encrypted set of directions to one of the most enduring mysteries of all time。
As if this burden were not great enough； Langdon now realized that any possibility of finding a way to return the keystone to the Priory had just evaporated。 News of the three additional murders had dire implications。 The Priory has been infiltrated。 They are promised。 The brotherhood was obviously being watched； or there was a mole within the ranks。 It seemed to explain why Saunière might have transferred the keystone to Sophie and Langdon—people outside the brotherhood； people he knew were not promised。 We can't very well give the keystone back to the brotherhood。 Even if Langdon had any idea how to find a Priory member； chances were good that whoever stepped forward to take the keystone could be the enemy himself。 For the moment； at least； it seemed the keystone was in Sophie and Langdon's hands； whether they wanted it or not。
The truck's front end looked worse than Langdon had imagined。 The left headlight was gone； and the right one looked like an eyeball dangling from its socket。 Langdon straightened it； and it dislodged again。 The only good news was that the front bumper had been torn almost clean off。 Langdon gave it a hard kick and sensed he might be able to break it off entirely。
As he repeatedly kicked the twisted metal； Langdon recalled his earlier conversation with Sophie。 My grandfather left me a phone message； Sophie had told him。 He said he needed to tell me the truth about my family。 At the time it had meant nothing； but now； knowing the Priory of Sion was involved； Langdon felt a startling new possibility emerge。
The bumper broke off suddenly with a crash。 Langdon paused to catch his breath。 At least the truck would no longer look like a Fourth of July sparkler。 He grabbed the bumper and began dragging it out of sight into the woods； wondering where they should go next。 They had no idea how to open the cryptex； or why Saunière had given it to them。 Unfortunately； their survival tonight seemed to depend on getting answers to those very questions。
We need help； Langdon decided。 Professional help。
In the world of the Holy Grail and the Priory of Sion； that meant only one man。 The challenge； of course； would be selling the idea to Sophie。
Inside the armored car； while Sophie waited for Langdon to return； she could feel the weight of the rosewood box on her lap and resented it。 Why did my grandfather give this to me？ She had not the slightest idea what to do with it。
Think； Sophie！ Use your head。 Grand…père is trying to tell you something！
Opening the box； she eyed the cryptex's dials。 A proof of merit。 She could feel her grandfather's hand at work。 The keystone is a map that can be followed only by the worthy。 It sounded like her grandfather to the core。
Lifting the cryptex out of the box； Sophie ran her fingers over the dials。 Five letters。 She rotated the dials one by one。 The mechanism moved smoothly。 She aligned the disks such that her chosen letters lined up between the cryptex's two brass alignment arrows on either end of the cylinder。 The dials now spelled a five…letter word that Sophie knew was absurdly obvious。
G…R…A…I…L。
Gently； she held the two ends of the cylinder and pulled； applying pressure slowly。 The cryptex didn't budge。 She heard the vinegar inside gurgle and stopped pulling。 Then she tried again。
V…I…N…C…I
Again； no movement。
V…O…U…T…E
Nothing。 The cryptex remained locked solid。
Frowning； she replaced it in the rosewood box and closed the lid。 Looking outside at Langdon； Sophie felt grateful he was with her tonight。 P。S。 Find Robert Langdon。 Her grandfather's rationale for including him was now clear。 Sophie was not equipped to understand her grandfather's intentions； and so he had assigned Robert Langdon as her guide。 A tutor to oversee her education。 Unfortunately for Langdon； he had turned out to be far more than a tutor tonight。 He had bee the target of Bezu Fache。。。 and some unseen force intent on possessing the Holy Grail。
Whatever the Grail turns out to be。
Sophie wondered if finding out was worth her life。
As the armored truck accelerated again； Langdon was pleased how much more smoothly it drove。 〃Do you know how to get to Versailles？〃
Sophie eyed him。 〃Sightseeing？〃
〃No； I have a plan。 There's a religious historian I know who lives near Versailles。 I can't remember exactly where； but we can look it up。 I've been to his estate a few times。 His name is Leigh Teabing。 He's a former British Royal Historian。〃
〃And he lives in Paris？〃
〃Teabing's life passion is the Grail。 When whisperings of the Priory keystone surfaced about fifteen years ago； he moved to France to search churches in hopes of finding it。 He's written some books on the keystone and the Grail。 He may be able to help us figure out how to open it and what to do with it。〃
Sophie's eyes were wary。 〃Can you trust him？〃
〃Trust him to what？ Not steal the information？〃
〃And not to turn us in。〃
〃I don't intend to tell him we're wanted by the police。 I'm hoping he'll take us in until we can sort all this out。〃
〃Robert； has it occurred to you that every television in France is probably getting ready to broadcast our pictures？ Bezu Fache always uses the media to his advantage。 He'll make it impossible for us to move around without being recognized。〃
Terrific； Langdon thought。 My French TV debut will be on 〃Paris's Most Wanted。〃 At least Jonas Faukman would be pleased； every time Langdon made the news； his book sales jumped。
〃Is this man a good enough friend？〃 Sophie asked。
Langdon doubted Teabing was someone who watched television； especially at this hour； but still the question deserved consideration。 Instinct told Langdon that Teabing would be totally trustworthy。 An ideal safe harbor。 Considering the circumstances； Teabing would probably trip over himself to help them as much as possible。 Not only did he owe Langdon a favor； but Teabing was a Grail researcher； and Sophie claimed her grandfather was the actual Grand Master of the Priory of Sion。 If Teabing heard that； he would salivate at the thought of helping them figure this out。
〃Teabing could be a powerful ally；〃 Langdon said。 Depending on how much you want to tell him。
〃Fache probably will be offering a monetary reward。〃
Langdon laughed。 〃Believe me； money is the last thing this guy needs。〃 Leigh Teabing was wealthy in