The muted crimson lighting unfortunately conjured memories of Langdon's last experience in noninvasive lighting in the Vatican Secret Archives。 This was tonight's second unsettling parallel with his near…death in Rome。 He flashed on Vittoria again。 She had been absent from his dreams for months。 Langdon could not believe Rome had been only a year ago； it felt like decades。 Another life。 His last correspondence from Vittoria had been in December—a postcard saying she was headed to the Java Sea to continue her research in entanglement physics。。。 something about using satellites to track manta ray migrations。 Langdon had never harbored delusions that a woman like Vittoria Vetra could have been happy living with him on a college campus； but their encounter in Rome had unlocked in him a longing he never imagined he could feel。 His lifelong affinity for bachelorhood and the simple freedoms it allowed had been shaken somehow。。。 replaced by an unexpected emptiness that seemed to have grown over the past year。
They continued walking briskly； yet Langdon still saw no corpse。 〃Jacques Saunière went this far？〃
〃Mr。 Saunière suffered a bullet wound to his stomach。 He died very slowly。 Perhaps over fifteen or twenty minutes。 He was obviously a man of great personal strength。〃
Langdon turned； appalled。 〃Security took fifteen minutes to get here？〃
〃Of course not。 Louvre security responded immediately to the alarm and found the Grand Gallery sealed。 Through the gate； they could hear someone moving around at the far end of the corridor； but they could not see who it was。 They shouted； but they got no answer。 Assuming it could only be a criminal； they followed protocol and called in the Judicial Police。 We took up positions within fifteen minutes。 When we arrived； we raised the barricade enough to slip underneath； and I sent a dozen armed agents inside。 They swept the length of the gallery to corner the intruder。〃
〃And？〃
〃They found no one inside。 Except。。。〃 He pointed farther down the hall。 〃Him。〃
Langdon lifted his gaze and followed Fache's outstretched finger。 At first he thought Fache was pointing to a large marble statue in the middle of the hallway。 As they continued； though； Langdon began to see past the statue。 Thirty yards down the hall； a single spotlight on a portable pole stand shone down on the floor； creating a stark island of white light in the dark crimson gallery。 In the center of the light； like an insect under a microscope； the corpse of the curator lay naked on the parquet floor。
〃You saw the photograph；〃 Fache said； 〃so this should be of no surprise。〃
Langdon felt a deep chill as they approached the body。 Before him was one of the strangest images he had ever seen。
The pallid corpse of Jacques Saunière lay on the parquet floor exactly as it appeared in the photograph。 As Langdon stood over the body and squinted in the harsh light； he reminded himself to his amazement that Saunière had spent his last minutes of life arranging his own body in this strange fashion。
Saunière looked remarkably fit for a man of his years。。。 and all of his musculature was in plain view。 He had stripped off every shred of clothing； placed it neatly on the floor； and laid down on his back in the center of the wide corridor； perfectly aligned with the long axis of the room。 His arms and legs were sprawled outward in a wide spread eagle； like those of a child making a snow angel。。。 or； perhaps more appropriately； like a man being drawn and quartered by some invisible force。
Just below Saunière's breastbone； a bloody smear marked the spot where the bullet had pierced his flesh。 The wound had bled surprisingly little； leaving only a small pool of blackened blood。
Saunière's left index finger was also bloody； apparently having been dipped into the wound to create the most unsettling aspect of his own macabre deathbed； using his own blood as ink； and employing his own naked abdomen as a canvas； Saunière had drawn a simple symbol on his flesh—five straight lines that intersected to form a five…pointed star。
The pentacle。
The bloody star； centered on Saunière's navel； gave his corpse a distinctly ghoulish aura。 The photo Langdon had seen was chilling enough； but now； witnessing the scene in person； Langdon felt a deepening uneasiness。
He did this to himself。
〃Mr。 Langdon？〃 Fache's dark eyes settled on him again。
〃It's a pentacle；〃 Langdon offered； his voice feeling hollow in the huge space。 〃One of the oldest symbols on earth。 Used over four thousand years before Christ。〃
〃And what does it mean？〃
Langdon always hesitated when he got this question。 Telling someone what a symbol 〃meant〃 was like telling them how a song should make them feel—it was different for all people。 A white Ku Klux Klan headpiece conjured images of hatred and racism in the United States； and yet the same costume carried a meaning of religious faith in Spain。
〃Symbols carry different meanings in different settings；〃 Langdon said。 〃Primarily； the pentacle is a pagan religious symbol。〃
Fache nodded。 〃Devil worship。〃
〃No；〃 Langdon corrected； immediately realizing his choice of vocabulary should have been clearer。
Nowadays； the term pagan had bee almost synonymous with devil worship—a gross misconception。 The word's roots actually reached back to the Latin paganus； meaning country…dwellers。 〃Pagans〃 were literally unindoctrinated country…folk who clung to the old； rural religions of Nature worship。 In fact； so strong was the Church's fear of those who lived in the rural villes that the once innocuous word for 〃villager〃—villain—came to mean a wicked soul。
〃The pentacle；〃 Langdon clarified； 〃is a pre…Christian symbol that relates to Nature worship。 The ancients envisioned their world in two halves—masculine and feminine。 Their gods and goddesses worked to keep a balance of power。 Yin and yang。 When male and female were balanced； there was harmony in the world。 When they were unbalanced； there was chaos。〃 Langdon motioned to Saunière's stomach。 〃This pentacle is representative of the female half of all things—a concept religious historians call the 'sacred feminine' or the 'divine goddess。' Saunière； of all people； would know this。〃
〃Saunière drew a goddess symbol on his stomach？〃
Langdon had to admit； it seemed odd。 〃In its most specific interpretation； the pentacle symbolizes Venus—the goddess of female sexual love and beauty。〃
Fache eyed the naked man； and grunted。
〃Early religion was based on the divine order of Nature。 The goddess Venus and the planet Venus were one and the same。 The goddess had a place in the nighttime sky and was known by many names—Venus； the Eastern Star； Ishtar； Astarte—all of them powerful female concepts with ties to Nature and Mother Earth。〃
Fache looked more troubled now； as if he somehow preferred the idea of devil worship。
Langdon decided not to share the pentacle's most astonishing property—the graphic origin of its ties to Venus。 As a young astronomy student； Langdon had been stunned to learn the planet Venus traced a perfect pentacle across the ecliptic sky every four years。 So astonished were the ancients to observe this phenomenon； that Venus and her pentacle became symbols of perfection； beauty； and the cyclic qualities of sexual love。 As a tribute to the magic of Venus； the Greeks used her four…year cycle to organize their Olympiads。 Nowadays； few people realized that the four…year schedule of modern Olympic Games still followed the cycles of Venus。 Even fewer people knew that the five…pointed star had almost bee the official Olympic seal but was modified at the last moment—its five points exchanged for five intersecting rings to better reflect the games' spirit of inclusion and harmony。
〃Mr。 Langdon；〃 Fache said abruptly。 〃Obviously； the pentacle must also relate to the devil。 Your American horror movies make that point clearly。〃
Langdon frowned。 Thank you； Hollywood。 The five…pointed star was now a virtual cliché in Satanic serial killer movies； usually scrawled on the wall of some Satanist's apartment along with other alleged demonic symbology。 Langdon was always frustrated when he saw the symbol in this context； the pentacle's true origins were actually quite godly。
〃I assure you；〃 Langdon said； 〃despite what you see in the movies； the pentacle's demonic interpretation is historically inaccurate。 The original feminine meaning is correct； but the symbolism of the pentacle has been distorted over the millennia。 In this case； through bloodshed。〃
〃I'm not sure I follow。〃
Langdon glanced at Fache's crucifix； uncertain how to phrase his next point。 〃The Church； sir。 Symbols are very resilient； but the pentacle was altered by the early Roman Catholic Church。 As part of the Vatican's campaign to eradicate pagan religions and convert the masses to Christianity； the Church launched a smear campaign against the pagan gods and goddesses； recasting their divine symbols as evil。〃
〃Go on。〃
〃This is very mon in times of turmoil；〃 Langdon continued。 〃A newly emerging power will take over the existing symbols and degrade them over time in an attempt to erase their meaning。 In the battle between the pagan symbols and Christian symbols； the pagans lost； Poseidon's trident became the devil's pitchfork； the wise crone's pointed hat became the symbol of a witch； and Venus's pentacle became a sign of the devil。〃 Langdon paused。 〃Unfortunately； the United States military has also perverted the pentacle； it's now our foremost symbol of war。 We paint it on all our fighter jets and hang it on the shoulders of all our generals。〃 So much for the goddess of love and beauty。
〃Interesting。〃 Fache nodded toward the spread…eagle corpse。 〃And the positioning of the body？ What do you make of that？〃
Langdon shrugged。 〃The position simply reinforces the reference to the pentacle and sacred feminine。〃
Fache's expression clouded。 〃I beg your pardon？〃
〃Replication。 Repeating a symbol is the simplest way to strengthen its meaning。 Jacques Saunière positioned himself in the shape of a five…pointed star。〃 If one pentacle is good； two is better。
Fache's eyes followed the five points of Saunière's arms； legs； and head as he again ran a hand across his slick hair。 〃Interesting analysis。〃 He paused。 〃And the nudity？〃 He grumbled as he spoke