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Rising out of the water was a colossal carved marble block-the head of Medusa-her hair writhing with snakes. There before him was an incredible sight. Finally, he reached a dead end at a small viewing platform near the base of the cisternвЂ™s rightmost wall. BrГјder could barely keep up with him as Langdon zigzagged into the darkness, following the signs for Medusa. SheвЂ™s pointing the way, Langdon realized, breaking into a run along the boardwalk. He knew Medusa was not only the fearsome snake-haired spirit whose gaze could turn anyone who looked at her to stone, but was also a prominent member of the Greek pantheon of subterranean spirits вЂ¦ a specific category known as the chthonic monsters.ДЇor here, in the darkness, the chthonic monster waits вЂ¦ On the sign, accompanied by a directional arrow, was the name of a fearsome Gorgon-an infamous female monster.Д«rГјder read the sign and shrugged. Strangely, it was a sign that bore a single word that now stopped Langdon dead in his tracks.Д«rГјder halted, too, turning. And still another offered a diagram of an ancient carving now faded from view-the Crying HenвЂ™s Eye symbol, which wept for all the slaves who died while building the cistern. Another pointed out a nonmatching pillar that had been looted from a nearby structure during construction. One described the twenty-one-million-gallon capacity of the room. Langdon studied the softly lit informational signs that dotted the boardwalk as they moved ahead. He remembered the video vividly, but nothing down here leaped out as a recognizable feature. вЂњIt all looks the same,вЂќ BrГјder despaired. They advanced at almost a jog now, passing a handful of meandering visitors, but by the time they entered the deepest parts of the cistern, the number of people had thinned to nothing. Langdon looked back and was astounded by the distance they had covered. At each new fork in the boardwalk, they turned right, moving farther from the crowd, heading for the cavernвЂ™s most remote corner. Langdon intently scanned the steep, mossy walls in the distance to their right, trying to match them up with what they had seen in the video.

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Of course, if he had generously underwritten this week-long concert series, he also could have simply requested some private time in the cistern.Д«rГјder was striding faster now, as if subconsciously keeping pace with the symphonyвЂ™s tempo, which had increased into a cascading series of descending semitone suspensions. Zobrist could have done just that to make his video. The two of them hurried down the boardwalk, choosing the right-hand fork, which carried them away from the crowd, in the direction of the farthest reaches of the sunken palace.ДЄs they walked, Langdon realized how easy it would be to hide overnight in this space, undetected. He motioned to the most remote corner of the cavern, far off to the right, away from the congestion of the orchestral platform. вЂњDo you see anything that looks like the area in ZobristвЂ™s video?вЂќД®verything, Langdon thought, surveying the steep, damp walls around them. The stone tile floor was visible, blanketed by a fine layer of silt.Д«rГјder took a quick look down, gave a noncommittal grunt, and then raised his eyes back to the room. It was about four feet deep and surprisingly clear. Langdon peered over the walkwayвЂ™s railing into the water. I found myself within a forest dark, Langdon thought, recalling the ominous first canto of DanteвЂ™s masterwork, for the straightforward pathway had been lost.