Dan Brown - The Da Vinci Code

Their host arrived at the bottom of the stairs, appearing to Sophie no more like a knight than Sir Elton John. Portly and ruby-faced, Sir Leigh Teabing had bushy red hair and jovial hazel eyes that seemed to twinkle as he spoke. He wore pleated pants and a roomy silk shirt under a paisley vest. Despite the aluminum braces on his legs, he carried himself with a resilient, vertical dignity that seemed more a by-product of noble ancestry than any kind of conscious effort.

Teabing arrived and extended a hand to Langdon. «Robert, you’ve lost weight.» Langdon grinned. «And you’ve found some.» Teabing laughed heartily, patting his rotund belly. «Touché. My only carnal pleasures these days seem to be culinary.» Turning now to Sophie, he gently took her hand, bowing his head slightly, breathing lightly on her fingers, and diverting his eyes. «M’lady.»

Sophie glanced at Langdon, uncertain whether she’d stepped back in time or into a nuthouse.

The butler who had answered the door now entered carrying a tea service, which he arranged on a table in front of the fireplace.

«This is Rémy Legaludec,» Teabing said,» my manservant.»

The slender butler gave a stiff nod and disappeared yet again.

«Rémy is Lyonais , » Teabing whispered, as if it were an unfortunate disease. «But he does sauces quite nicely.»

Langdon looked amused. «I would have thought you’d import an English staff?»

«Good heavens, no! I would not wish a British chef on anyone except the French tax collectors.» He glanced over at Sophie. « Pardonnez-moi , Mademoiselle Neveu. Please be assured that my distaste for the French extends only to politics and the soccer pitch. Your government steals my money, and your football squad recently humiliated us.»

Sophie offered an easy smile.

Teabing eyed her a moment and then looked at Langdon. «Something has happened. You both look shaken.»

Langdon nodded. «We’ve had an interesting night, Leigh.»

«No doubt. You arrive on my doorstep unannounced in the middle of the night speaking of the Grail. Tell me, is this indeed about the Grail, or did you simply say that because you know it is the lone topic for which I would rouse myself in the middle of the night?»

A little of both , Sophie thought, picturing the cryptex hidden beneath the couch. «Leigh,» Langdon said,» we’d like to talk to you about the Priory of Sion.» Teabing’s bushy eyebrows arched with intrigue. «The keepers. So this is indeed about the Grail. You say you come with information? Something new, Robert?»

«Perhaps. We’re not quite sure. We might have a better idea if we could get some information from you first.»

Teabing wagged his finger. «Ever the wily American. A game of quid pro quo. Very well. I am at your service. What is it I can tell you?»

Langdon sighed. «I was hoping you would be kind enough to explain to Ms. Neveu the true nature of the Holy Grail.»

Teabing looked stunned. «She doesn’t know? »

Langdon shook his head.

The smile that grew on Teabing’s face was almost obscene. «Robert, you’ve brought me a virgin? »

Langdon winced, glancing at Sophie. « Virgin is the term Grail enthusiasts use to describe anyone who has never heard the true Grail story.»

Teabing turned eagerly to Sophie. «How much do you know, my dear?»

Sophie quickly outlined what Langdon had explained earlier – the Priory of Sion, the Knights Templar, the Sangreal documents, and the Holy Grail, which many claimed was not a cup… but rather something far more powerful.

«That’s all? » Teabing fired Langdon a scandalous look. «Robert, I thought you were a gentleman. You’ve robbed her of the climax!»

«I know, I thought perhaps you and I could…» Langdon apparently decided the unseemly metaphor had gone far enough.

Teabing already had Sophie locked in his twinkling gaze. «You are a Grail virgin, my dear. And trust me, you will never forget your first time.»

Seated on the divan beside Langdon, Sophie drank her tea and ate a scone, feeling the welcome effects of caffeine and food. Sir Leigh Teabing was beaming as he awkwardly paced before the open fire, his leg braces clicking on the stone hearth.

«The Holy Grail,» Teabing said, his voice sermonic. «Most people ask me only where it is. I fear that is a question I may never answer.» He turned and looked directly at Sophie. «However… the far more relevant question is this: What is the Holy Grail?»

Sophie sensed a rising air of academic anticipation now in both of her male companions.

«To fully understand the Grail,» Teabing continued,» we must first understand the Bible. How well do you know the New Testament?» Sophie shrugged. «Not at all, really. I was raised by a man who worshipped Leonardo Da Vinci.» Teabing looked both startled and pleased. «An enlightened soul. Superb! Then you must be aware that Leonardo was one of the keepers of the secret of the Holy Grail. And he hid clues in his art.» «Robert told me as much, yes.» «And Da Vinci’s views on the New Testament?» «I have no idea.» Teabing’s eyes turned mirthful as he motioned to the bookshelf across the room. «Robert, would you mind? On the bottom shelf. La Storia di Leonardo. »

Langdon went across the room, found a large art book, and brought it back, setting it down on the table between them. Twisting the book to face Sophie, Teabing flipped open the heavy cover and pointed inside the rear cover to a series of quotations. «From Da Vinci’s notebook on polemics and speculation,» Teabing said, indicating one quote in particular. «I think you’ll find this relevant to our discussion.»

Sophie read the words.

Many have made a trade of delusions

and false miracles , deceiving the stupid multitude.

– LEONARDO DA VINCI

«Here’s another,» Teabing said, pointing to a different quote.

Blinding ignorance does mislead us.

O! Wretched mortals, open your eyes!

– LEONARDO DA VINCI

Sophie felt a little chill. «Da Vinci is talking about the Bible?»

Teabing nodded. «Leonardo’s feelings about the Bible relate directly to the Holy Grail. In fact, Da Vinci painted the true Grail, which I will show you momentarily, but first we must speak of the Bible.» Teabing smiled. «And everything you need to know about the Bible can be summed up by the great canon doctor Martyn Percy.» Teabing cleared his throat and declared,» The Bible did not arrive by fax from heaven.»

«I beg your pardon?»

«The Bible is a product of man , my dear. Not of God. The Bible did not fall magically from the clouds. Man created it as a historical record of tumultuous times, and it has evolved through countless translations, additions, and revisions. History has never had a definitive version of the book.»

«Okay.»

«Jesus Christ was a historical figure of staggering influence, perhaps the most enigmatic and inspirational leader the world has ever seen. As the prophesied Messiah, Jesus toppled kings, inspired millions, and founded new philosophies. As a descendant of the lines of King Solomon and King David, Jesus possessed a rightful claim to the throne of the King of the Jews. Understandably, His life was recorded by thousands of followers across the land.» Teabing paused to sip his tea and then placed the cup back on the mantel. «More than eighty gospels were considered for the New Testament, and yet only a relative few were chosen for inclusion – Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John among them.