You're looking for a royal ball on his grave.
Each statue of the horsemen in the Temple Church was on its back, resting head.
On a rectangular stone pillow. There were chills in a mystic body. The poem's reference to
The Royal Ball brought back images from the night she saw her grandfather in the basement.
A veiled marriage. Balls.
Sophie wondered whether the ritual had been performed on this campus.
Precisely.
This round room seemed to have been specially designed for pagan rituals
Like this, with a stone terrace in the middle of the wall on the entire circumference of the circular room. A circular theater, as Robert liked to call it. Sophie pictured this room at night, full of people with masks on their faces and singing by torch light. They all witness a sacred union ritual in the middle of the room Sophie drained that picture from her head and marched with Langdon and Ting to the first
Bunch of cavalry. Although Tipping insisted that their research, no matter how small, should be thoroughly investigated, Sophie was eager to see everything at once. So she precedes them and she walks around the five knights on the left Sophie looks very closely at these first shrines, noticing the similarities and differences
Between them. Each cavalry lay on its back, but three of the cavalry had legs stretched forward, and the other two had interlocking legs. However, this difference did not appear to indicate the missing ball. As I looked at their clothes, I noticed that two of the knights were wearing a short robe at the waist over their armor. The other three wore ankle long footwear. And again that didn't matter, Sophie now poured her confusion on the only other band that was visible, the position of their hands. Two knights were holding a sword. The second was in prayer, and one had arms stretched to either side, and after looking long at the position of their hands, she shook her shoulders in frustration as she could not see
Any sign of a missing ball.
Sophie felt less latex in the pocket of her coat, and she met Langdon Tipping, who both
They were slow and still on the third rider and seem to be out of luck. Sophie was in no mood to wait any longer, and moved away from them to the second group of cavalry. And as she went to the other side, she repeated the poem that she had read so many times now that it was imprinted in her mind.
In London lies a knight buried by a father.
He brought you his work after God.
You're looking for a royal ball that should have been on his grave.
It tells the story of a pink freeze and a womb carrying a soul in his heart and when Sophie became with the second group of knights, she saw that this group was Loli's fault, with all the knights lying on the ground in different positions.
They carry swords and armor.
Tuck was like all the knights except the 10th and the last.
Sophie ran over him and stared at him.
There was no pillow, no armor, no dress, no sword.
Robert? Lay? Her voice echoed all over the room. Something's missing here.
The two men looked together and immediately headed towards her? Tying exclaimed enthusiastically. His crutches choke monotonously on the floor.
He rushed towards Sophie. Is there a missing ball? No, not quite. I said Sophie, and she's checking out the 10th mausoleum. Sounds like the whole Horseman.
Missing.
When the two men were on her side, they stared at a lake on the 10th shrine.
There was a statue of a knight lying in front of them, there was a narrow, trapeze-like, sealed sarcophagus. From the top it widened upward, and there were spikes on its cover, why was this one not filmed? "Sal Langdon
This is amazing, "said Tying, rubbing his chin. I've forgotten the whole thing. It has passed."
Long years since I was here last.
This sarcophagus appears to have been carved by the same sculptor and about half as long as I have
It has the other nine coffins. Why would this horseman lie in a coffin instead of being exposed? I asked Sufi.
Shake his head. It's one of the secrets of this cyst. As far as I know, no one has
Find an affront to that.
The boy of the handler who came came said, and the look of discomfort was painted on his face. "Excuse me."
You told me that you wanted to spread the ashes of the dead, but I see that you are wandering around."
He frowned on the boy and turned to Langon. Mr. Rin, it's clear that Achan
And your family's donation isn't enough to let you spend as much time here as it used to, so I think we should just scatter the remains and move on. Ting met with Sophie, Mrs. Ren? Sophie drove it out of her slave-wrapped latex.
Now, Teague shouted at the boy. Can you give us some privacy?
But the young man did not move. He was checking Langdon's face. Your face looks familiar.
All right.
Them Ting. Maybe it's because Mr. Rain comes all the way down here.
"Year.
Or maybe... Sophie was afraid he'd seen Langdon when he was on TV.
At the Vatican last year it was reported to me that I saw Mr. Rain, the altar boy said you were wrong, Landon said a door, I used to kiss us last year, but the master said...
Wells didn't officially introduce us, but I did recognize your face when we walked in. Now, I know this is an intrusion, but please give me another few sausages, I have travelled a long distance, not to scatter these ashes among these shrines, and Langdon, with the confidence of Ting, said." The boy's face has become more suspicious. "These are not shrines.
I'm sorry, Langdon said.
"Of course it's a shrine.
"The tombs usually contain the bodies of the dead, and these are not
No stone masquerades carved as the memory of real men, and beneath none are any objects
Human.
"That's muff," said Ting.
This is written in the ancient history books, which had eaten and drank."
These are graves but they were not discovered when the church was renovated in 1950. And she died to Angdon, I think Mr. Rehn knew that well, considering that it was his suffering that exposed this."
There was a tense silence among those in attendance for a few moments.
And break the silence the sound of a door clapping in the annex. That must be Mr. Knowles.
"Tiing said. Maybe you should go see who's there. The barking boy seemed hesitant but he went back to the annex. He left behind Sophie and Langdon.
And Ting are looking desperate.
Lay, Langdon whispered. There are no bodies here? What does that mean?" Tinke seemed upset. I do know. I didn't realize... I am sure this is the place.
"Desired". Don't imagine he knows what he's saying. This is unbelievable.
Can I take a look at the cryptex one more time? Langdon said,"
Sophie pulled the carpettex out of her pocket, gave it to him with the slope of a member of Langdon, held the carpettex by hand, and meditated on the poem. Yeah, the poem
It points to the grave of the statue.
Could the poem be wrong? Sal Ting. Is there any chance that Jack?
Sauniere fell in the same line as I just did? Langdon thought about it for a moment and then shook his head, Navea. "Lay, you said it yourself. I aired this.
The Church is at the hands of the Knights of the Hulk, the military wing of the brotherhood, and I think the greatest source of the brotherhood is the person who can best know whether there are knights buried in this."
Tying seemed stunned. But this is the best place." And he came back in a hurry.
"Statues. Something must have missed it here.
When the boy entered the altar at the annex, he was surprised to find no one there. Mister
Knowles, "I'm sure I heard the door, he said to himself, and he walked forward so he could see the entrance.
There was a skinny man standing near the entrance, scratching his head and looking like he was lost.
His way. The bark boy was irritated when he repeated that he had forgotten to reopen the door after he had brought others into the church. Now one of the lipstick patriots got into the church and started walking around.
Apparently, he wants to ask someone for a wedding address in those parts. "I'm sorry, he said loudly, but the church is not open yet."
The altar boy heard a move behind him, but before he could turn back, he backed off
The hand applied to the boy's mouth was bright white and smelled of alcohol. The clinging man quietly pulled out a very small gun and pointed it directly to the boy's forehead.
The altar boy felt hot in his crotch and realised he'd wet his clothes.
Listen well, the man in the suit whispered. You will come out of this church with Jehovah.
You'll run and you'll never stop. Am I clear? Oma, the boy, as far as the hand on his mouth allows.
And if she calls the police... "The man in the document suit tucked on his skin. Be
And meet me, I'll find you.
The boy turned himself only running at full speed across the plaza towards
The street has no intention of standing until it crumbles completely.
