Inferno: A Novel by Dan Brown Page A

is
my
jacket.”
    “You’re certain?”
    Damned certain
, he thought.
In fact, it used to be my favorite Camberley
.
    He folded back the lining and showed Sienna the label bearing his favorite symbol in the fashion world—Harris Tweed’s iconic orb adorned with thirteen buttonlike jewels and topped by a Maltese cross.
    Leave it to the Scots to invoke the Christian warriors on a piece of twill
.
    “Look at this,” Langdon said, pointing out the hand-embroidered initials—
R.L
.—that had been added to the label. He always sprang for Harris Tweed’s hand-tailored models, and for that reason, he always paid extra to have them sew his initials into the label. On a college campus where hundreds of tweed jackets were constantly doffed and donned in dining halls and classrooms, Langdon had no intention of getting the short end of an inadvertent trade.
    “I believe you,” she said, taking the jacket from him. “Now
you
look.”
    Sienna opened the jacket farther to reveal the lining near the nape of the back. Here, discreetly hidden in the lining, was a large, neatly fashioned pocket.
    What the hell?!
    Langdon was certain he had never seen this before.
    The pocket consisted of a hidden seam, perfectly tailored.
    “That wasn’t there before!” Langdon insisted.
    “Then I’m imagining you’ve never seen … 
this
?” Sienna reached into the pocket and extracted a sleek metal object, which she set gently in Langdon’s hands.
    Langdon stared down at the object in utter bewilderment.
    “Do you know what this is?” Sienna asked.
    “No …” he stammered. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
    “Well, unfortunately, I
do
know what this is. And I’m fairly certain it’s the reason someone is trying to kill you.”

    Now pacing his private cubicle aboard
The Mendacium
, facilitator Knowlton felt an increasing disquiet as he considered the video he was supposed to share with the world tomorrow morning.
    I am the Shade?
    Rumors had circulated that this particular client had suffered a psychotic break over the last few months, but this video seemed to confirm those rumors beyond any doubt.
    Knowlton knew he had two choices. He could either prepare the video for delivery tomorrow as promised, or he could take it upstairs to the provost for a second opinion.
    I already know his opinion
, Knowlton thought, having never witnessed the provost take any action other than the one promised a client.
He’ll tell me to upload this video to the world, no questions asked … and he’ll be furious at me for asking
.
    Knowlton returned his attention to the video, which he rewound to a particularly unsettling spot. He started the playback, and the eerily illuminated cavern reappeared accompanied by the sounds of lapping water. The humanoid shadow loomed on the dripping wall—a tall man with a long, birdlike beak.
    In a muffled voice, the deformed shadow spoke:
    These are the new Dark Ages.
    Centuries ago, Europe was in the depths of its own misery—the population huddled, starving, mired in sin and hopelessness. They were as a congested forest, suffocated by deadwood, awaiting God’s lightning strike—the spark that would finally ignite the fire that wouldrage across the land and clear the deadwood, once again bringing sunshine to the healthy roots.
    Culling is God’s Natural Order.
    Ask yourself, What followed the Black Death?
    We all know the answer.
    The Renaissance.
    Rebirth.
    It has always been this way. Death is followed by birth.
    To reach Paradise, man must pass through Inferno.
    This, the master taught us.
    And yet the silver-haired ignorant dares call me monster? Does she still not grasp the mathematics of the future? The horrors it will bring?
    I am the Shade.
    I am your salvation.
    And so I stand, deep within this cavern, gazing out across the lagoon that reflects no stars. Here in this sunken palace, Inferno smolders beneath the waters.
    Soon it will burst into flames.
    And when it does, nothing on earth