〃Of course。〃
〃And you are wele there？〃
〃As a brother。〃
〃Then go there and stay out of sight。 I will call you the moment I am in possession of the keystone and have attended to my current problem。〃
〃You are in London？〃
〃Do as I say； and everything will be fine。〃
〃Yes； sir。〃
The Teacher heaved a sigh； as if what he now had to do was profoundly regrettable。 〃It's time I speak to Rémy。〃
Silas handed Rémy the phone； sensing it might be the last call Rémy Legaludec ever took。
As Rémy took the phone； he knew this poor； twisted monk had no idea what fate awaited him now that he had served his purpose。
The Teacher used you； Silas。
And your bishop is a pawn。
Rémy still marveled at the Teacher's powers of persuasion。 Bishop Aringarosa had trusted everything。 He had been blinded by his own desperation。 Aringarosa was far too eager to believe。 Although Rémy did not particularly like the Teacher； he felt pride at having gained the man's trust and helped him so substantially。 I have earned my payday。
〃Listen carefully；〃 the Teacher said。 〃Take Silas to the Opus Dei residence hall and drop him off a few streets away。 Then drive to St。 James's Park。 It is adjacent to Parliament and Big Ben。 You can park the limousine on Horse Guards Parade。 We'll talk there。〃
With that； the connection went dead。
CHAPTER 92
King's College； established by King George IV in 1829； houses its Department of Theology and Religious Studies adjacent to Parliament on property granted by the Crown。 King's College Religion Department boasts not only 150 years' experience in teaching and research； but the 1982 establishment of the Research Institute in Systematic Theology； which possesses one of the most plete and electronically advanced religious research libraries in the world。
Langdon still felt shaky as he and Sophie came in from the rain and entered the library。 The primary research room was as Teabing had described it—a dramatic octagonal chamber dominated by an enormous round table around which King Arthur and his knights might have been fortable were it not for the presence of twelve flat…screen puter workstations。 On the far side of the room； a reference librarian was just pouring a pot of tea and settling in for her day of work。
〃Lovely morning；〃 she said in a cheerful British accent； leaving the tea and walking over。 〃May I help you？〃
〃Thank you； yes；〃 Langdon replied。 〃My name is—〃
〃Robert Langdon。〃 She gave a pleasant smile。 〃I know who you are。〃
For an instant； he feared Fache had put him on English television as well； but the librarian's smile suggested otherwise。 Langdon still had not gotten used to these moments of unexpected celebrity。 Then again； if anyone on earth were going to recognize his face； it would be a librarian in a Religious Studies reference facility。
〃Pamela Gettum；〃 the librarian said； offering her hand。 She had a genial； erudite face and a pleasingly fluid voice。 The horn…rimmed glasses hanging around her neck were thick。
〃A pleasure；〃 Langdon said。 〃This is my friend Sophie Neveu。〃
The two women greeted one another； and Gettum turned immediately back to Langdon。 〃I didn't know you were ing。〃
〃Neither did we。 If it's not too much trouble； we could really use your help finding some information。〃
Gettum shifted； looking uncertain。 〃Normally our services are by petition and appointment only； unless of course you're the guest of someone at the college？〃
Langdon shook his head。 〃I'm afraid we've e unannounced。 A friend of mine speaks very highly of you。 Sir Leigh Teabing？〃 Langdon felt a pang of gloom as he said the name。 〃The British Royal Historian。〃
Gettum brightened now； laughing。 〃Heavens； yes。 What a character。 Fanatical！ Every time he es in； it's always the same search strings。 Grail。 Grail。 Grail。 I swear that man will die before he gives up on that quest。〃 She winked。 〃Time and money afford one such lovely luxuries； wouldn't you say？ A regular Don Quixote； that one。〃
〃Is there any chance you can help us？〃 Sophie asked。 〃It's quite important。〃
Gettum glanced around the deserted library and then winked at them both。 〃Well； I can't very well claim I'm too busy； now can I？ As long as you sign in； I can't imagine anyone being too upset。 What did you have in mind？〃
〃We're trying to find a tomb in London。〃
Gettum looked dubious。 〃We've got about twenty thousand of them。 Can you be a little more specific？〃
〃It's the tomb of a knight。 We don't have a name。〃
〃A knight。 That tightens the net substantially。 Much less mon。〃
〃We don't have much information about the knight we're looking for；〃 Sophie said； 〃but this is what we know。〃 She produced a slip of paper on which she had written only the first two lines of the poem。
Hesitant to show the entire poem to an outsider； Langdon and Sophie had decided to share just the first two lines； those that identified the knight。 partmentalized cryptography； Sophie had called it。 When an intelligence agency intercepted a code containing sensitive data； cryptographers each worked on a discrete section of the code。 This way； when they broke it； no single cryptographer possessed the entire deciphered message。
In this case； the precaution was probably excessive； even if this librarian saw the entire poem； identified the knight's tomb； and knew what orb was missing； the information was useless without the cryptex。
Gettum sensed an urgency in the eyes of this famed American scholar； almost as if his finding this tomb quickly were a matter of critical importance。 The green…eyed woman acpanying him also seemed anxious。
Puzzled； Gettum put on her glasses and examined the paper they had just handed her。
In London lies a knight a Pope interred。
His labor's fruit a Holy wrath incurred。
She glanced at her guests。 〃What is this？ Some kind of Harvard scavenger hunt？〃
Langdon's laugh sounded forced。 〃Yeah； something like that。〃
Gettum paused； feeling she was not getting the whole story。 Nonetheless； she felt intrigued and found herself pondering the verse carefully。 〃According to this rhyme； a knight did something that incurred displeasure with God； and yet a Pope was kind enough to bury him in London。〃
Langdon nodded。 〃Does it ring any bells？〃
Gettum moved toward one of the workstations。 〃Not offhand； but let's see what we can pull up in the database。〃
Over the past two decades； King's College Research Institute in Systematic Theology had used optical character recognition software in unison with linguistic translation devices to digitize and catalog an enormous collection of texts—encyclopedias of religion； religious biographies； sacred scriptures in dozens of languages； histories； Vatican letters； diaries of clerics； anything at all that qualified as writings on human spirituality。 Because the massive collection was now in the form of bits and bytes rather than physical pages； the data was infinitely more accessible。
Settling into one of the workstations； Gettum eyed the slip of paper and began typing。 〃To begin； we'll run a straight Boolean with a few obvious keywords and see what happens。〃
〃Thank you。〃
Gettum typed in a few words：
LONDON； KNIGHT； POPE
As she clicked the SEARCH button； she could feel the hum of the massive mainframe downstairs scanning data at a rate of 500 MB/sec。 〃I'm asking the system to show us any documents whose plete text contains all three of these keywords。 We'll get more hits than we want； but it's a good place to start。〃
The screen was already showing the first of the hits now。
Painting the Pope。 The Collected Portraits of Sir Joshua Reynolds。 London University Press。
Gettum shook her head。 〃Obviously not what you're looking for。〃 She scrolled to the next hit。
The London Writings of Alexander Pope by G。 Wilson Knight。
Again she shook her head。
As the system churned on； the hits came up more quickly than usual。 Dozens of texts appeared； many of them referencing the eighteenth…century British writer Alexander Pope； whose counterreligious； mock…epic poetry apparently contained plenty of references to knights and London。
Gettum shot a quick glance to the numeric field at the bottom of the screen。 This puter； by calculating the current number of hits and multiplying by the percentage of the database left to search； provided a rough guess of how much information would be found。 This particular search looked like it was going to return an obscenely large amount of data。
Estimated number of total hits： 2；692
〃We need to refine the parameters further；〃 Gettum said； stopping the search。 〃Is this all the information you have regarding the tomb？ There's nothing else to go on？〃
Langdon glanced at Sophie Neveu； looking uncertain。
This is no scavenger hunt； Gettum sensed。 She had heard the whisperings of Robert Langdon's experience in Rome last year。 This American had been granted access to the most secure library on earth—the Vatican Secret Archives。 She wondered what kinds of secrets Langdon might have learned inside and if his current desperate hunt for a mysterious London tomb might relate to information he had gained within the Vatican。 Gettum had been a librarian long enough to know the most mon reason people came to London to look for knights。 The Grail。
Gettum smiled and adjusted her glasses。 〃You are friends with