The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown Page B

offering the first thing that came to mind. Langdon was fairly certain that a reference to Draco—the ruthless seventh-century B . C . politician—was an unlikely dying thought. “‘Draconian devil' seems an odd choice of vocabulary.”
    “Draconian?”
Fache's tone came with a tinge of impatience now. “Saunière's choice of vocabulary hardly seems the primary issue here.”
    Langdon wasn't sure what issue Fache had in mind, but he was starting to suspect that Draco and Fache would have gotten along well.
    “Saunière was a Frenchman,” Fache said flatly. “He lived in Paris. And yet he chose to write this message . . .”
    “In English,” Langdon said, now realizing the captain's meaning.
    Fache nodded. “
Précisément
. Any idea why?”
    Langdon knew Saunière spoke impeccable English, and yet the reason he had chosen English as the language in which to write his final words escaped Langdon. He shrugged.
    Fache motioned back to the pentacle on Saunière's abdomen. “Nothing to do with devil worship? Are you still certain?”
    Langdon was certain of nothing anymore. “The symbology and text don't seem to coincide. I'm sorry I can't be of more help.”
    “Perhaps this will clarify.” Fache backed away from the body and raised the black light again, letting the beam spread out in a wider angle. “And now?”
    To Langdon's amazement, a rudimentary circle glowed around the curator's body. Saunière had apparently lay down and swung the pen around himself in several long arcs, essentially inscribing himself inside a circle.
    In a flash, the meaning became clear.
    “The Vitruvian Man,”
Langdon gasped. Saunière had created a life-sized replica of Leonardo da Vinci's most famous sketch.
    Considered the most anatomically correct drawing of its day, Da Vinci's
The Vitruvian Man
had become a modern-day icon of culture, appearing on posters, mouse pads, and T-shirts around the world. The celebrated sketch consisted of a perfect circle in which was inscribed a nude male . . . his arms and legs outstretched in a naked spread eagle.
    Da Vinci
. Langdon felt a shiver of amazement. The clarity of Saunière's intentions could not be denied. In his final moments of life, the curator had stripped off his clothing and arranged his body in a clear image of Leonardo da Vinci's
Vitruvian Man
.
    The circle had been the missing critical element. A feminine symbol of protection, the circle around the naked man's body completed Da Vinci's intended message—male and female harmony. The question now, though, was
why
Saunière would imitate a famous drawing.
    “Mr. Langdon,” Fache said, “certainly a man like yourself is aware that Leonardo da Vinci had a tendency toward the darker arts.”
    Langdon was surprised by Fache's knowledge of Da Vinci, and it certainly went a long way toward explaining the captain's suspicions about devil worship. Da Vinci had always been an awkward subject for historians, especially in the Christian tradition. Despite the visionary's genius, he was a flamboyant homosexual and worshipper of Nature's divine order, both of which placed him in a perpetual state of sin against God. Moreover, the artist's eerie eccentricities projected an admittedly demonic aura: Da Vinci exhumed corpses to study human anatomy; he kept mysterious journals in illegible reverse handwriting; he believed he possessed the alchemic power to turn lead into gold and even cheat God by creating an elixir to postpone death; and his inventions included horrific, never-before-imagined weapons of war and torture.
    Misunderstanding breeds distrust,
Langdon thought.
    Even Da Vinci's enormous output of breathtaking Christian art only furthered the artist's reputation for spiritual hypocrisy. Accepting hundreds of lucrative Vatican commissions, Da Vinci painted Christian themes not as an expression of his own beliefs but rather as a commercial venture—a means of funding a lavish lifestyle. Unfortunately, Da Vinci was a prankster who often