Page 3 of The Secret of Secrets

Langdon reached over and turned off the music. “Close your eyes. I’ll be back in time for breakfast.”

“Stay with me,” she teased, holding him. “You can skip one day of swimming.”

“Not if you want me to remain a chiseled younger man,” he said, sitting up with a lopsided grin. Each morning, Langdon had jogged the three kilometers to Strahov Swimming Center for his morning laps.

“It’s dark out,” she pressed. “Can’t you just swim here?”

“In the hotel pool?”

“Why not? It’s water.”

“It’s tiny. Two strokes and I’m finished.”

“There’s a joke there, Robert, but I’ll be kind.”

Langdon smiled. “Funny girl. Go back to sleep, and I’ll meet you for breakfast.”

She pouted, threw a pillow at him, and rolled over.

Langdon donned his faculty-issue Harvard sweats and headed for the door, choosing to take the stairs rather than the suite’s cramped private elevator.

Downstairs, he strode through the elegant hallway that connected the hotel’s Baroque riverfront annex with the building’s lobby. Along the way, he passed an elegant display case marked Prague Happenings, featuring a series of framed posters announcing this week’s concerts, tours, and lectures.

The glossy poster at the center made him smile.

Charles University Lecture Series

Welcomes to Prague Castle

Internationally Acclaimed

Noetic Scientist

Dr. Katherine Solomon

Good morning, beautiful, he mused, admiring the headshot of the woman he had just kissed upstairs.

Katherine’s lecture last night had been standing room only, no small feat considering she had spoken in Prague Castle’s legendary Vladislav Hall—a cavernous, vaulted chamber used during the Renaissance to host indoor jousting competitions with knights and horses in full regalia.

The lecture series was one of Europe’s most respected and always drew accomplished speakers and enthusiastic audiences from around the world. Last night had been no exception, and the packed hall erupted with applause when Katherine was introduced.

“Thank you, everyone,” Katherine said, taking the stage with a confident calm. She wore a white cashmere sweater and designer slacks that fit her flawlessly. “I’d like to begin tonight by answering the one question I am asked almost every day.” She grinned and pulled the microphone off its stand. “What the hell is noetic science?!”

A wave of laughter rolled through the hall as the audience settled in.

“Simply stated,” Katherine began, “noetic science is the study of human consciousness. Contrary to what many believe, consciousness research is not a new science—it is, in fact, the oldest science on earth. Since the dawn of history, we have sought answers to the enduring mysteries of the human mind…the nature of consciousness and of the soul. And for centuries, we have explored these questions primarily through…the lens of religion.”

Katherine stepped off the stage, moving toward the front row of attendees. “And speaking of religion, ladies and gentlemen, I couldn’t help but notice that we have in the audience with us tonight a world-renowned scholar of religious symbology, Professor Robert Langdon.”

Langdon heard murmurs of excitement in the crowd. What the hell is she doing?!

“Professor,” she said, arriving before him with a smile, “I wonder if we might avail ourselves of your expertise for a moment? Would you mind standing up?”

Langdon politely stood, quietly shooting her a you’ll-pay-for-this grin.

“I’m curious, Professor…what is the most common religious symbol on earth?”

The answer was simple, and either Katherine had read Langdon’s article on the topic and knew what was coming, or she was about to be very disappointed.