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18 September 2009 @ 08:57 pm
Chapter 3 - Starting to Put Pieces Together  
Title: The Da Vinci Code
Chapter: Starting to Put Pieces Together
Disclaimer: I do not own The Da Vinci Code or the screenplay. They belong to Dan Brown, Akiva Goldsman, Columbia Pictures, Ron Howard, and everyone else that is not me. Did I get everybody?


Chapter 3

“Fache will be in here soon. Can you think of any message he left for me?” asked Sophie. Samara watched as Langdon continued to look at the photo.

“Fache?” he asked.

“No, Sauniere,” she replied.

“Only that we meet.”

“That you meet me?”

“No, him. Sauniere,” replied Langdon. There was a moment of silence.

“You knew him,” said Samara. But Sophie ignored her, continuing to question Langdon. Then came a statement that Samara didn’t expect.

“Jacques Sauniere was my grandfather. Apparently his dying with was for us to meet. I want to know why with your help, then I will help you get to your embassy,” said Sophie.

“Fache isn’t going to let Robert stroll out the door, is he?” said a suddenly concerned Samara.

“No, we need to find another way out of here,” replied Sophie.

“All right, your highness. What exactly you propose we do?” asked Langdon. What happened next Samara considered pure genius. With Langdon’s superb throwing arm, Fache chased after a truck. After they left, Langdon, Samara, and Sophie silently entered the Grand Gallery. “You have quite a good throwing arm, Professor,” praised Sophie. Then she noticed her grandfather’s corpse. She explained to them that she hadn’t seen him for years. Today he tried to contact, saying that it was a matter of life and death. He even came by her station. Samara and Sophie looked at Langdon, who had a distant expression. “Come on. It can’t be that easy,” he said, picking up a piece of wadded up paper from the floor. “Fibonacci numbers only have meaning in their correct order. These were scrambled. Sophie, you said that Sauniere liked codes. What if the scrambled numbers are a clue to help decipher the rest of the message.” He continued to look at the floor.

Samara caught on. “ ‘O, Draconian devil. Oh lame saint.’ Meaningless…”

“Unless you assume that these letters are out of order too,” finished Langdon.

“An anagram,” said Sophie. She watched his face. “You have eidetic memory?”

“Not quite. He pretty much remembers what he sees,” replied Samara, chuckling.

“Whoa. Anagram is right,” he said, handing the paper to Samara.

“ ‘Leonardo da Vinci. The Mona Lisa’” she read.

“Professors, the Mona Lisa is right over here,” said Sophie. They walked over to the Mona Lisa. “Okay, sfumato shading. Smile in low spatial frequencies with the horizon line on the left significantly lower then on the tight,” Langdon started to say.

“Why?” asked Sophie.

“As you can see, it makes her appear larger from the left than the right. According to history, the left is female and the right is male,” finished Samara.

“The sacred feminine?” she asked. Langdon and Samara looked at her. “My grandfather said that the first time we came here,” she explained.

“Look, blood,” Samara said, pointing to the ground. Sophie shines her UV penlight on the glass and read, “ ‘So dark the con of man.’”

“It doesn’t say that,” said Langdon.

“Another anagram?” said Sophie. They hear a door slam shut.

“Robert, please hurry,” said Samara.


Madonna of the Rocks,” said Sophie, crossing over to the painting. It was hanging a little off the wall.

“Don’t,” warned Samara. Sophie jerks the painting halfway off the wall. Then they heard something hit the floor. In the dim light, they saw a hanging silver cruciform. “This can’t be this,” said a suddenly quiet Langdon.