you my trust。
〃Hurry；〃 Vittoria said； still holding the folio in her hand and striding at a half…jog across Via Borgia in the direction of Olivetti's office。
〃If any water gets on that papyrus…〃
〃Calm down。 When we decipher this thing； we can return their sacred Folio 5。〃
Langdon accelerated to keep up。 Beyond feeling like a criminal； he was still dazed over the document's spellbinding implications。 John Milton was an Illuminatus。 He posed the poem for Galileo to publish in Folio 5 。 。 。 far from the eyes of the Vatican。
As they left the courtyard； Vittoria held out the folio for Langdon。 〃You think you can decipher this thing？ Or did we just kill all those brain cells for kicks？〃
Langdon took the document carefully in his hands。 Without hesitation he slipped it into one of the breast pockets of his tweed jacket； out of the sunlight and dangers of moisture。 〃I deciphered it already。〃
Vittoria stopped short。 〃You what？〃
Langdon kept moving。
Vittoria hustled to catch up。 〃You read it once！ I thought it was supposed to be hard！〃
Langdon knew she was right； and yet he had deciphered the segno in a single reading。 A perfect stanza of iambic pentameter； and the first altar of science had revealed itself in pristine clarity。 Admittedly； the ease with which he had acplished the task left him with a nagging disquietude。 He was a child of the Puritan work ethic。 He could still hear his father speaking the old New England aphorism： If it wasn't painfully difficult； you did it wrong。 Langdon hoped the saying was false。 〃I deciphered it；〃 he said； moving faster now。 〃I know where the first killing is going to happen。 We need to warn Olivetti。〃
Vittoria closed in on him。 〃How could you already know？ Let me see that thing again。〃 With the sleight of a boxer； she slipped a lissome hand into his pocket and pulled out the folio again。
〃Careful！〃 Langdon said。 〃You can't…〃
Vittoria ignored him。 Folio in hand； she floated beside him； holding the document up to the evening light； examining the margins。 As she began reading aloud； Langdon moved to retrieve the folio but instead found himself bewitched by Vittoria's accented alto speaking the syllables in perfect rhythm with her gait。
For a moment； hearing the verse aloud； Langdon felt transported in time 。 。 。 as though he were one of Galileo's contemporaries； listening to the poem for the first time 。 。 。 knowing it was a test； a map； a clue unveiling the four altars of science 。 。 。 the four markers that blazed a secret path across Rome。 The verse flowed from Vittoria's lips like a song。
From Santi's earthly tomb with demon's hole；
'Cross Rome the mystic elements unfold。
The path of light is laid； the sacred test；
Let angels guide you on your lofty quest。
Vittoria read it twice and then fell silent； as if letting the ancient words resonate on their own。
From Santi's earthly tomb； Langdon repeated in his mind。 The poem was crystal clear about that。 The Path of Illumination began at Santi's tomb。 From there； across Rome； the markers blazed the trail。
From Santi's earthly tomb with demon's hole；
'Cross Rome the mystic elements unfold。
Mystic elements。 Also clear。 Earth； Air； Fire； Water。 Elements of science； the four Illuminati markers disguised as religious sculpture。
〃The first marker；〃 Vittoria said； 〃sounds like it's at Santi's tomb。〃
Langdon smiled。 〃I told you it wasn't that tough。〃
〃So who is Santi？〃 she asked； sounding suddenly excited。 〃And where's his tomb？〃
Langdon chuckled to himself。 He was amazed how few people knew Santi； the last name of one of the most famous Renaissance artists ever to live。 His first name was world renowned 。 。 。 the child prodigy who at the age of twenty…five was already doing missions for Pope Julius II； and when he died at only thirty…eight； left behind the greatest collection of frescoes the world had ever seen。 Santi was a behemoth in the art world； and being known solely by one's first name was a level of fame achieved only by an elite few 。 。 。 people like Napoleon； Galileo； and Jesus 。 。 。 and； of course； the demigods Langdon now heard blaring from Harvard dormitories…Sting； Madonna； Jewel； and the artist formerly known as Prince； who had changed his name to the symbol ； causing Langdon to dub him 〃The Tau Cross With Intersecting Hermaphroditic Ankh。〃
〃Santi；〃 Langdon said； 〃is the last name of the great Renaissance master； Raphael。〃
Vittoria looked surprised。 〃Raphael？ As in the Raphael？〃
〃The one and only。〃 Langdon pushed on toward the Office of the Swiss Guard。
〃So the path starts at Raphael's tomb？〃
〃It actually makes perfect sense；〃 Langdon said as they rushed on。 〃The Illuminati often considered great artists and sculptors honorary brothers in enlightenment。 The Illuminati could have chosen Raphael's tomb as a kind of tribute。〃 Langdon also knew that Raphael； like many other religious artists； was a suspected closet atheist。
Vittoria slipped the folio carefully back in Langdon's pocket。 〃So where is he buried？〃
Langdon took a deep breath。 〃Believe it or not； Raphael's buried in the Pantheon。〃
Vittoria looked skeptical。 〃The Pantheon？〃
〃The Raphael at the Pantheon。〃 Langdon had to admit； the Pantheon was not what he had expected for the placement of the first marker。 He would have guessed the first altar of science to be at some quiet； out of the way church； something subtle。 Even in the 1600s； the Pantheon； with its tremendous； holed dome； was one of the best known sites in Rome。
〃Is the Pantheon even a church？〃 Vittoria asked。
〃Oldest Catholic church in Rome。〃
Vittoria shook her head。 〃But do you really think the first cardinal could be killed at the Pantheon？ That's got to be one of the busiest tourist spots in Rome。〃
Langdon shrugged。 〃The Illuminati said they wanted the whole world watching。 Killing a cardinal at the Pantheon would certainly open some eyes。〃
〃But how does this guy expect to kill someone at the Pantheon and get away unnoticed？ It would be impossible。〃
〃As impossible as kidnapping four cardinals from Vatican City？ The poem is precise。〃
〃And you're certain Raphael is buried inside the Pantheon？〃
〃I've seen his tomb many times。〃
Vittoria nodded； still looking troubled。 〃What time is it？〃
Langdon checked。 〃Seven…thirty。〃
〃Is the Pantheon far？〃
〃A mile maybe。 We've got time。〃
〃The poem said Santi's earthly tomb。 Does that mean anything to you？〃
Langdon hastened diagonally across the Courtyard of the Sentinel。 〃Earthly？ Actually； there's probably no more earthly place in Rome than the Pantheon。 It got its name from the original religion practiced there…Pantheism…the worship of all gods； specifically the pagan gods of Mother Earth。〃
As a student of architecture； Langdon had been amazed to learn that the dimensions of the Pantheon's main chamber were a tribute to Gaea…the goddess of the Earth。 The proportions were so exact that a giant spherical globe could fit perfectly inside the building with less than a millimeter to spare。
〃Okay；〃 Vittoria said； sounding more convinced。 〃And demon's hole？ From Santi's earthly tomb with demon's hole？〃
Langdon was not quite as sure about this。 〃Demon's hole must mean the oculus；〃 he said； making a logical guess。 〃The famous circular opening in the Pantheon's roof。〃
〃But it's a church；〃 Vittoria said； moving effortlessly beside him。 〃Why would they call the opening a demon's hole？〃
Langdon had actually been wondering that himself。 He had never heard the term 〃demon's hole；〃 but he did recall a famous sixth…century critique of the Pantheon whose words seemed oddly appropriate now。 The Venerable Bede had once written that the hole in the Pantheon's roof had been bored by demons trying to escape the building when it was consecrated by Boniface IV。
〃And why；〃 Vittoria added as they entered a smaller courtyard； 〃why would the Illuminati use the name Santi if he was really known as Raphael？〃
〃You ask a lot of questions。〃
〃My dad used to say that。〃
〃Two possible reasons。 One； the word Raphael has too many syllables。 It would have destroyed the poem's iambic pentameter。〃
〃Sounds like a stretch。〃
Langdon agreed