When the Church outlawed speaking of the shunned Mary Magdalene, her story and importance had to be passed on through more discreet channels . . . “The Grail story is everywhere, but it is hidden. We just don’t realize it when we hear it.” Langdon looked as if he wanted to put a comforting hand on her shoulder, but he refrained. “I know Leigh said the Grail story is all around us, but tonight is the first time I’ve ever heard any of this.” There was something in the woman’s expression that echoed the loss of a loved one. Sophie turned quietly back to The Last Supper and gazed at Mary Magdalene’s long red hair and quiet eyes. And all she had left was her grandfather. She thought of her mother singing her to sleep at night, of her father giving her rides on his shoulders, and of her grandmother and younger brother smiling at her with their fervent green eyes. He had torn open old wounds that felt as painful now as ever. Sophie wished her grandfather had never mentioned her family this afternoon. She realized she was no closer than she had been at the Louvre to understanding what truth her grandfather had wanted to reveal to her.
There was no one in her family named Plantard or Saint Clair. Sophie repeated the names silently in her mind and then shook her head. Both families live in hiding, probably protected by the Priory.” Their family names are Plantard and Saint Clair. Only two direct lines of Merovingians remain. I know that would have answered some questions for you. “And Chauvel?” she asked, anxious.Īgain he shook his head. Earlier, Langdon had asked an unusual passing question about Sophie’s mother’s maiden name. Sophie wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or disappointed. “The same thought crossed my mind when I realized your grandfather was in the Priory, and you said he wanted to tell you a secret about your family.
“No, Sophie,” he whispered, his eyes reassuring. He was already shaking his head as if reading her mind. Numb, she turned and faced Langdon in the deserted ballroom. Sophie felt hollow as she listened to the clicking of Teabing’s crutches fade down the hallway.
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