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Langdon concurred with a nod.
Sophie read the first line again. And the companion of the Saviour is Mary Magdalene.
Teabing flipped through the book and pointed out several other passages that, to Sophie’s surprise, clearly suggested Magdalene and Jesus had a romantic relationship. As she read the passages, Sophie recalled an angry priest who had banged on her grandfather’s door when she was a schoolgirl.
«Is this the home of Jacques Saunière?» the priest had demanded, glaring down at young Sophie when she pulled open the door. «I want to talk to him about this editorial he wrote.» The priest held up a newspaper.
Sophie summoned her grandfather, and the two men disappeared into his study and closed the door. My grandfather wrote something in the paper? Sophie immediately ran to the kitchen and flipped through that morning’s paper. She found her grandfather’s name on an article on the second page. She read it. Sophie didn’t understand all of what was said, but it sounded like the French government, under pressure from priests, had agreed to ban an American movie called The Last Temptation of Christ, which was about Jesus having sex with a lady called Mary Magdalene. Her grandfather’s article said the Church was arrogant and wrong to ban it.
No wonder the priest is mad, Sophie thought.
«It’s pornography! Sacrilege!» the priest yelled, emerging from the study and storming to the front door. «How can you possibly endorse that! This American Martin Scorsese is a blasphemer, and the Church will permit him no pulpit in France!» The priest slammed the door on his way out.
When her grandfather came into the kitchen, he saw Sophie with the paper and frowned. «You’re quick.» Sophie said,» You think Jesus Christ had a girlfriend?»
«No, dear, I said the Church should not be allowed to tell us what notions we can and can’t entertain.»
«Did Jesus have a girlfriend?»
Her grandfather was silent for several moments. «Would it be so bad if He did?» Sophie considered it and then shrugged. «I wouldn’t mind.»
Sir Leigh Teabing was still talking. «I shan’t bore you with the countless references to Jesus and Magdalene’s union. That has been explored ad nauseum by modern historians. I would, however, like to point out the following.» He motioned to another passage. «This is from the Gospel of Mary Magdalene.»
Sophie had not known a gospel existed in Magdalene’s words. She read the text:
And Peter said,» Did the Saviour really speak with a woman without our knowledge? Are we to turn about and all listen to her? Did he prefer her to us?»
And Levi answered,» Peter, you have always been hot-tempered. Now I see you contending against the woman like an adversary. If the Saviour made her worthy, who are you indeed to reject her? Surely the Saviour knows her very well. That is why he loved her more than us.»
«The woman they are speaking of,» Teabing explained,» is Mary Magdalene. Peter is jealous of her.»
«Because Jesus preferred Mary?»
«Not only that. The stakes were far greater than mere affection. At this point in the gospels, Jesus suspects He will soon be captured and crucified. So He gives Mary Magdalene instructions on how to carry on His Church after He is gone. As a result, Peter expresses his discontent over playing second fiddle to a woman. I daresay Peter was something of a sexist.»
Sophie was trying to keep up. «This is Saint Peter. The rock on which Jesus built His Church.»
«The same, except for one catch. According to these unaltered gospels, it was not Peter to whom Christ gave directions with which to establish the Christian Church. It was Mary Magdalene.»
Sophie looked at him. «You’re saying the Christian Church was to be carried on by a woman?»
«That was the plan. Jesus was the original feminist. He intended for the future of His Church to be in the hands of Mary Magdalene.»
«And Peter had a problem with that,» Langdon said, pointing to The Last Supper. «That’s Peter there. You can see that Da Vinci was well aware of how Peter felt about Mary Magdalene.»
Again, Sophie was speechless. In the painting, Peter was leaning menacingly toward Mary Magdalene and slicing his blade-like hand across her neck. The same threatening gesture as in Madonna of the Rocks!
«And here too,» Langdon said, pointing now to the crowd of disciples near Peter. «A bit ominous, no?»
Sophie squinted and saw a hand emerging from the crowd of disciples. «Is that hand wielding a dagger?»
«Yes. Stranger still, if you count the arms, you’ll see that this hand belongs to… no one at all. It’s disembodied. Anonymous.»
Sophie was starting to feel overwhelmed. «I’m sorry, I still don’t understand how all of this makes Mary Magdalene the Holy Grail.»
«Aha!» Teabing exclaimed again. «Therein lies the rub!» He turned once more to the table and pulled out a large chart, spreading it out for her. It was an elaborate genealogy. «Few people realize that Mary Magdalene, in addition to being Christ’s right hand, was a powerful woman already.» Sophie could now see the title of the family tree.
THE TRIBE OF BENJAMIN
«Mary Magdalene is here,» Teabing said, pointing near the top of the genealogy. Sophie was surprised. «She was of the House of Benjamin?» «Indeed,» Teabing said. «Mary Magdalene was of royal descent.» «But I was under the impression Magdalene was poor.» Teabing shook his head. «Magdalene was recast as a whore in order to erase evidence of her powerful family ties.»
Sophie found herself again glancing at Langdon, who again nodded. She turned back to Teabing. «But why would the early Church care if Magdalene had royal blood?»
The Briton smiled. «My dear child, it was not Mary Magdalene’s royal blood that concerned the Church so much as it was her consorting with Christ, who also had royal blood. As you know, the Book of Matthew tells us that Jesus was of the House of David. A descendant of King Solomon – King of the Jews. By marrying into the powerful House of Benjamin, Jesus fused two royal bloodlines, creating a potent political union with the potential of making a legitimate claim to the throne and restoring the line of kings as it was under Solomon.» Sophie sensed he was at last coming to his point. Teabing looked excited now. «The legend of the Holy Grail is a legend about royal blood. When Grail legend speaks of ‘the chalice that held the blood of Christ’… it speaks, in fact, of Mary Magdalene – the female womb that carried Jesus’ royal bloodline.»
The words seemed to echo across the ballroom and back before they fully registered in Sophie’s mind. Mary Magdalene carried the royal bloodline of Jesus Christ?» But how could Christ have a bloodline unless… ?» She paused and looked at Langdon.
Langdon smiled softly. «Unless they had a child.» Sophie stood transfixed.» Behold,» Teabing proclaimed,» the greatest cover-up in human history. Not only was Jesus Christ married, but He was a father. My dear, Mary Magdalene was the Holy Vessel. She was the chalice that bore the royal bloodline of Jesus Christ. She was the womb that bore the lineage, and the vine from which the sacred fruit sprang forth!»
Sophie felt the hairs stand up on her arms. «But how could a secret that big be kept quiet all of these years?»
«Heavens!» Teabing said. «It has been anything but quiet! The royal bloodline of Jesus Christ is the source of the most enduring legend of all time – the Holy Grail. Magdalene’s story has been shouted from the rooftops for centuries in all kinds of metaphors and languages. Her story is everywhere once you open your eyes.»
«And the Sangreal documents?» Sophie said. «They allegedly contain proof that Jesus had a royal bloodline?»
«They do.»
«So the entire Holy Grail legend is all about royal blood?»
«Quite literally,» Teabing said. «The word Sangreal derives from San Greal – or Holy Grail. But in its most ancient form, the word Sangreal was divided in a different spot.» Teabing wrote on a piece of scrap paper and handed it to her. She read what he had written. Sang Real Instantly, Sophie recognized the translation. Sang Real literally meant Royal
Blood.
CHAPTER 59
The male receptionist in the lobby of the Opus Dei headquarters on Lexington Avenue in New York City was surprised to hear Bishop Aringarosa’s voice on the line. «Good evening, sir.» «Have I had any messages?» the bishop demanded, sounding unusually anxious.» Yes, sir. I’m very glad you called in. I couldn’t reach you in your apartment. You had an urgent phone message about half an hour ago.»
«Yes?» He sounded relieved by the news. «Did the caller leave a name?» «No, sir, just a number.» The operator relayed the number.
«Prefix thirty-three? That’s France, am I right?»
«Yes, sir. Paris. The caller said it was critical you contact him immediately.»
«Thank you. I have been waiting for that call.» Aringarosa quickly severed the connection.
As the receptionist hung up the receiver, he wondered why Aringarosa’s phone connection sounded so crackly. The bishop’s daily schedule showed him in New York this weekend, and yet he sounded a world away. The receptionist shrugged it off. Bishop Aringarosa had been acting very strangely the last few months.
My cellular phone must not have been receiving , Aringarosa thought as the Fiat approached the exit for Rome’s Ciampino Charter Airport. The Teacher was trying to reach me.Despite Aringarosa’s concern at having missed the call, he felt encouraged that the Teacher felt confident enough to call Opus Dei headquarters directly.
Things must have gone well in Paris tonight.
As Aringarosa began dialing the number, he felt excited to know he would soon be in Paris. I’ll beon the ground before dawn.Aringarosa had a chartered turbo prop awaiting him here for the short flight to France. Commercial carriers were not an option at this hour, especially considering the contents of his briefcase.
The line began to ring.
A female voice answered. «Direction Centrale Police Judidaire.»
Aringarosa felt himself hesitate. This was unexpected. «Ah, yes… I was asked to call this number?»
« Qui êtes-vous? » the woman said. «Your name?»
Aringarosa was uncertain if he should reveal it. The French Judicial Police?
«Your name, monsieur?» the woman pressed. «Bishop Manuel Aringarosa.» «Un moment.» There was a click on the line.
After a long wait, another man came on, his tone gruff and concerned. «Bishop, I am glad I finally reached you. You and I have much to discuss.»
CHAPTER 60
Sangreal… Sang Real… San Greal… Royal Blood… Holy Grail.
It was all intertwined.
The Holy Grail is Mary Magdalene … the mother of the royal bloodline of Jesus Christ.Sophie felt a new wave of disorientation as she stood in the silence of the ballroom and stared at Robert Langdon. The more pieces Langdon and Teabing laid on the table tonight, the more unpredictable this puzzle became.
«As you can see, my dear,» Teabing said, hobbling toward a bookshelf,» Leonardo is not the only one who has been trying to tell the world the truth about the Holy Grail. The royal bloodline of Jesus Christ has been chronicled in exhaustive detail by scores of historians.» He ran a finger down a row of several dozen books. Sophie tilted her head and scanned the list of titles: THE TEMPLAR REVELATION:Secret Guardians of the True Identity of Christ
THE WOMAN WITH THE ALABASTER JAR: Mary Magdalene and the Holy Grail
THE GODDESS IN THE GOSPELS Reclaiming the Sacred Feminine
«Here is perhaps the best-known tome,» Teabing said, pulling a tattered hardcover from the stack and handing it to her. The cover read:
HOLY BLOOD, HOLY GRAIL The Acclaimed International Bestseller
Sophie glanced up. «An international bestseller? I’ve never heard of it.»
«You were young. This caused quite a stir back in the nineteen eighties. To my taste, the authors made some dubious leaps of faith in their analysis, but their fundamental premise is sound, and to their credit, they finally brought the idea of Christ’s bloodline into the mainstream.»
«What was the Church’s reaction to the book?»
«Outrage, of course. But that was to be expected. After all, this was a secret the Vatican had tried to bury in the fourth century. That’s part of what the Crusades were about. Gathering and destroying information. The threat Mary Magdalene posed to the men of the early Church was potentially ruinous. Not only was she the woman to whom Jesus had assigned the task of founding the Church, but she also had physical proof that the Church’s newly proclaimed deity had spawned a mortal bloodline. The Church, in order to defend itself against the Magdalene’s power, perpetuated her image as a whore and buried evidence of Christ’s marriage to her, thereby defusing any potential claims that Christ had a surviving bloodline and was a mortal prophet.»
Sophie glanced at Langdon, who nodded. «Sophie, the historical evidence supporting this is substantial.»
«I admit,» Teabing said,» the assertions are dire, but you must understand the Church’s powerful motivations to conduct such a cover-up. They could never have survived public knowledge of a bloodline. A child of Jesus would undermine the critical notion of Christ’s divinity and therefore the Christian Church, which declared itself the sole vessel through which humanity could access the divine and gain entrance to the kingdom of heaven.»
«The five-petal rose,» Sophie said, pointing suddenly to the spine of one of Teabing’s books. The same exact design inlaid on the rosewood box.
Teabing glanced at Langdon and grinned. «She has a good eye.» He turned back to Sophie. «That is the Priory symbol for the Grail. Mary Magdalene. Because her name was forbidden by the Church, Mary Magdalene became secretly known by many pseudonyms – the Chalice, the Holy Grail, and the Rose.» He paused. «The Rose has ties to the five-pointed pentacle of Venus and the guiding Compass Rose. By the way, the word rose is identical in English, French, German, and many other languages.»
«Rose,» Langdon added,» is also an anagram of Eros, the Greek god of sexual love.» Sophie gave him a surprised look as Teabing plowed on.» The Rose has always been the premiere symbol of female sexuality. In primitive goddess cults, the five petals represented the five stations of female life – birth, menstruation, motherhood, menopause, and death. And in modern times, the flowering rose’s ties to womanhood are considered more visual.» He glanced at Robert. «Perhaps the symbologist could explain?»
Robert hesitated. A moment too long.
«Oh, heavens!» Teabing huffed. «You Americans are such prudes.» He looked back at Sophie.
«What Robert is fumbling with is the fact that the blossoming flower resembles the female genitalia, the sublime blossom from which all mankind enters the world. And if you’ve ever seen any paintings by Georgia O’Keeffe, you’ll know exactly what I mean.»
«The point here,» Langdon said, motioning back to the bookshelf,» is that all of these books substantiate the same historical claim.»
«That Jesus was a father.» Sophie was still uncertain.
«Yes,» Teabing said. «And that Mary Magdalene was the womb that carried His royal lineage. The Priory of Sion, to this day, still worships Mary Magdalene as the Goddess, the Holy Grail, the Rose, and the Divine Mother.»
Sophie again flashed on the ritual in the basement.
«According to the Priory,» Teabing continued,» Mary Magdalene was pregnant at the time of the crucifixion. For the safety of Christ’s unborn child, she had no choice but to flee the Holy Land. With the help of Jesus’ trusted uncle, Joseph of Arimathea, Mary Magdalene secretly traveled to France, then known as Gaul. There she found safe refuge in the Jewish community. It was here in France that she gave birth to a daughter. Her name was Sarah.»
Sophie glanced up. «They actually know the child’s name?» «Far more than that. Magdalene’s and Sarah’s lives were scrutinously chronicled by their Jewish protectors. Remember that Magdalene’s child belonged to the lineage of Jewish kings – David and Solomon. For this reason, the Jews in France considered Magdalene sacred royalty and revered her as the progeni
tor of the royal line of kings. Countless scholars of that era chronicled Mary Magdalene’s days in France, including the birth of Sarah and the subsequent family tree.» Sophie was startled. «There exists a family tree of Jesus Christ?» «Indeed. And it is purportedly one of the cornerstones of the Sangreal documents. A complete genealogy of the early descendants of Christ.»
«But what good is a documented genealogy of Christ’s bloodline?» Sophie asked. «It’s not proof. Historians could not possibly confirm its authenticity.»
Teabing chuckled. «No more so than they can confirm the authenticity of the Bible.» «Meaning?» «Meaning that history is always written by the winners. When two cultures clash, the loser is obliterated, and the winner writes the history books – books which glorify their own cause and disparage the conquered foe. As Napoleon once said, ‘What is history, but a fable agreed upon?’«He smiled. «By its very nature, history is always a one-sided account.» Sophie had never thought of it that way.» The Sangreal documents simply tell the other side of the Christ story. In the end, which side of the story you believe becomes a matter of faith and personal exploration, but at least the information has survived. The Sangreal documents include tens of thousands of pages of information. Eyewitness accounts of the Sangreal treasure describe it as being carried in four enormous trunks. In those trunks are reputed to be the Purist Documents – thousands of pages of unaltered, pre- Constantine documents, written by the early followers of Jesus, revering Him as a wholly human teacher and prophet. Also rumored to be part of the treasure is the legendary» Q» Document – a manuscript that even the Vatican admits they believe exists. Allegedly, it is a book of Jesus’ teachings, possibly written in His own hand.»
«Writings by Christ Himself?»
«Of course,» Teabing said. «Why wouldn’t Jesus have kept a chronicle of His ministry? Most people did in those days. Another explosive document believed to be in the treasure is a manuscript called The Magdalene Diaries – Mary Magdalene’s personal account of her relationship with Christ, His crucifixion, and her time in France.»
Sophie was silent for a long moment. «And these four chests of documents were the treasure that the Knights Templar found under Solomon’s Temple?»
«Exactly. The documents that made the Knights so powerful. The documents that have been the object of countless Grail quests throughout history.»
«But you said the Holy Grail was Mary Magdalene.If people are searching for documents, why would you call it a search for the Holy Grail?»
Teabing eyed her, his expression softening. «Because the hiding place of the Holy Grail includes a sarcophagus.»
Outside, the wind howled in the trees.
Teabing spoke more quietly now. «The quest for the Holy Grail is literally the quest to kneel before the bones of Mary Magdalene. A journey to pray at the feet of the outcast one, the lost sacred feminine.»
Sophie felt an unexpected wonder. «The hiding place of the Holy Grail is actually… a tomb?»
Teabing’s hazel eyes got misty. «It is. A tomb containing the body of Mary Magdalene and the documents that tell the true story of her life. At its heart, the quest for the Holy Grail has always been a quest for the Magdalene – the wronged Queen, entombed with proof of her family’s rightful claim to power.»
Sophie waited a moment as Teabing gathered himself. So much about her grandfather was still not making sense. «Members of the Priory,» she finally said,» all these years have answered the charge of protecting the Sangreal documents and the tomb of Mary Magdalene?»
«Yes, but the brotherhood had another, more important duty as well – to protect the bloodline itself. Christ’s lineage was in perpetual danger. The early Church feared that if the lineage were permitted to grow, the secret of Jesus and Magdalene would eventually surface and challenge the fundamental Catholic doctrine – that of a divine Messiah who did not consort with women or engage in sexual union.» He paused. «Nonetheless, Christ’s line grew quietly under cover in France until making a bold move in the fifth century, when it intermarried with French royal blood and created a lineage known as the Merovingian bloodline.»
This news surprised Sophie. Merovingian was a term learned by every student in France. «The Merovingians founded Paris.»
«Yes. That’s one of the reasons the Grail legend is so rich in France. Many of the Vatican’s Grail quests here were in fact stealth missions to erase members of the royal bloodline. Have you heard of King Dagobert?»
Sophie vaguely recalled the name from a grisly tale in history class. «Dagobert was a Merovingian king, wasn’t he? Stabbed in the eye while sleeping?»
«Exactly. Assassinated by the Vatican in collusion with Pepin d’Heristal. Late seventh century. With Dagobert’s murder, the Merovingian bloodline was almost exterminated. Fortunately, Dagobert’s son, Sigisbert, secretly escaped the attack and carried on the lineage, which later included Godefroi de Bouillon – founder of the Priory of Sion.»
«The same man,» Langdon said,» who ordered the Knights Templar to recover the Sangreal documents from beneath Solomon’s Temple and thus provide the Merovingians proof of their hereditary ties to Jesus Christ.»
Teabing nodded, heaving a ponderous sigh. «The modern Priory of Sion has a momentous duty. Theirs is a threefold charge. The brotherhood must protect the Sangreal documents. They must protect the tomb of Mary Magdalene. And, of course, they must nurture and protect the bloodline of Christ – those few members of the royal Merovingian bloodline who have survived into modern times.»
The words hung in the huge space, and Sophie felt an odd vibration, as if her bones were reverberating with some new kind of truth. Descendants of Jesus who survived into modern times.
Her grandfather’s voice again was whispering in her ear. Princess, I must tell you the truth about your family.
A chill raked her flesh.