Inferno: (Robert Langdon Book 4) by Dan Brown Read Free Book Online Page B

underwater balloon … inflated not with helium, but with some kind of gelatinous, yellow-brown liquid. The amorphous bag was distended and appeared to be about a foot in diameter, and within its transparent walls, the murky cloud of liquid seemed to swirl slowly, like the eye of a silently growing storm.
    Jesus , Knowlton thought, feeling clammy. The suspended bag looked even more ominous the second time around.
    Slowly, the image faded to black.
    A new image appeared—the cavern’s damp wall, dancing with the rippling reflections of the illuminated lagoon. On the wall, a shadow appeared … the shadow of a man … standing in the cavern.
    But the man’s head was misshapen … badly.
    Instead of a nose, the man had a long beak … as if he were half bird.
    When he spoke, his voice was muffled … and he spoke with an eerie eloquence … a measured cadence … as if he were the narrator in some kind of classical chorus.
    Knowlton sat motionless, barely breathing, as the beaked shadow spoke.
    I am the Shade.
    If you are watching this, then it means my soul is finally at rest.
    Driven underground, I must speak to the world from deep within the earth, exiled to this gloomy cavern where the bloodred waters collect in the lagoon that reflects no stars.
    But this is my paradise … the perfect womb for my fragile child.
    Inferno.
    Soon you will know what I have left behind.
    And yet, even here, I sense the footfalls of the ignorant souls who pursue me … willing to stop at nothing to thwart my actions.
    Forgive them, you might say, for they know not what they do. But there comes a moment in history when ignorance is no longer aforgivable offense … a moment when only wisdom has the power to absolve.
    With purity of conscience, I have bequeathed to you all the gift of Hope, of salvation, of tomorrow.
    And yet still there are those who hunt me like a dog, fueled by the self-righteous belief that I am a madman. There is the silver-haired beauty who dares call me monster! Like the blind clerics who lobbied for the death of Copernicus, she scorns me as a demon, terrified that I have glimpsed the Truth.
    But I am not a prophet.
    I am your salvation.
    I am the Shade.

CHAPTER 10
    “HAVE A SEAT” , Sienna said. “I have some questions for you.”
    As Langdon entered the kitchen, he felt much steadier on his feet. He was wearing the neighbor’s Brioni suit, which fit remarkably well. Even the loafers were comfortable, and Langdon made a mental note to switch to Italian footwear when he got home.
    If I get home , he thought.
    Sienna was transformed—a natural beauty—having changed into formfitting jeans and a cream-colored sweater, both of which complemented her lithe figure. Her hair was still pulled back in a ponytail, and without the authoritative air of medical scrubs, she seemed more vulnerable somehow. Langdon noticed her eyes were red, as if she had been crying, and an overwhelming guilt again gripped him.
    “Sienna, I’m so sorry. I heard the phone message. I don’t know what to say.”
    “Thanks,” she replied. “But we need to focus on you at the moment. Please sit down.”
    Her tone was firmer now, conjuring memories of the articles Langdon had just read about her intellect and precocious childhood.
    “I need you to think,” Sienna said, motioning for him to sit. “Can you remember how we got to this apartment?”
    Langdon wasn’t sure how it was relevant. “In a taxi,” he said, sitting down at the table. “Someone was shooting at us.”
    “Shooting at you , Professor. Let’s be clear on that.”
    “Yes. Sorry.”
    “And do you remember any gunshots while you were in the cab?”
    Odd question. “Yes, two of them. One hit the side mirror, and the other broke the rear window.”
    “Good, now close your eyes.”
    Langdon realized she was testing his memory. He closed his eyes.
    “What am I wearing?”
    Langdon could see her perfectly. “Black flats, blue jeans, and a creamV-neck sweater. Your hair is