"The Priory of Sion," he began, "was founded in Jerusalem in 1099 by a French king named
Godefroi de Bouillon, immediately after he had conquered the city."
Sophie nodded, her eyes riveted on him.
"King Godefroi was allegedly the possessor of a powerful secret a secret that had been in
his family since the time of Christ. Fearing his secret might be lost when he died, he founded a
secret brotherhood the Priory of Sion and charged them with protecting his secret by quietly
passing it on from generation to generation. During their years in Jerusalem, the Priory learned
of a stash of hidden documents buried beneath the ruins of Herod's temple, which had been built
atop the earlier ruins of Solomon's Temple. These documents, they believed, corroborated
Godefroi's powerful secret and were so explosive in nature that the Church would stop at nothing
to get them." Sophie looked uncertain.
"The Priory vowed that no matter how long it took, these documents must be recovered
from the rubble beneath the temple and protected forever, so the truth would never die. In order
to retrieve the documents from within the ruins, the Priory created a military arm a group of
nine knights called the Order of the Poor Knights of Christ and the Temple of Solomon."
Langdon paused. "More commonly known as the Knights Templar."
Sophie glanced up with a surprised look of recognition. Langdon had lectured often enough
on the Knights Templar to know that almost everyone on earth had heard of them, at least
abstractedly. For academics, the Templars' history was a precarious world where fact, lore, and
misinformation had become so intertwined that extracting a pristine truth was almost impossible.
Nowadays, Langdon hesitated even to mention the Knights Templar while lecturing because it
invariably led to a barrage of convoluted inquiries into assorted conspiracy theories.
Sophie already looked troubled. "You're saying the Knights Templar were founded by the
Priory of Sion to retrieve a collection of secret documents? I thought the Templars were created
to protect the Holy Land."
"A common misconception. The idea of protection of pilgrims was the guise under which
the Templars ran their mission. Their true goal in the Holy Land was to retrieve the documents
from beneath the ruins of the temple."
"And did they find them?"
Langdon grinned. "Nobody knows for sure, but the one thing on which all academics agree
is this: The Knights discovered something down there in the ruins... something that made them
wealthy and powerful beyond anyone's wildest imagination."
Langdon quickly gave Sophie the standard academic sketch of the accepted Knights
Templar history, explaining how the Knights were in the Holy Land during the Second Crusade
and told King Baldwin II that they were there to protect Christian pilgrims on the roadways.
Although unpaid and sworn to poverty, the Knights told the king they required basic shelter and
requested his permission to take up residence in the stables under the ruins of the temple. King
Baldwin granted the soldiers' request, and the Knights took up their meager residence inside the
The odd choice of lodging, Langdon explained, had been anything but random. The Knights
believed the documents the Priory sought were buried deep under the ruins beneath the Holy of
Holies, a sacred chamber where God Himself was believed to reside. Literally, the very center of
the Jewish faith. For almost a decade, the nine Knights lived in the ruins, excavating in total
secrecy through solid rock.
Sophie looked over. "And you said they discovered something?"
"They certainly did," Langdon said, explaining how it had taken nine years, but the Knights
had finally found what they had been searching for. They took the treasure from the temple and
traveled to Europe, where their influence seemed to solidify overnight.
Nobody was certain whether the Knights had blackmailed the Vatican or whether the
Church simply tried to buy the Knights' silence, but Pope Innocent II immediately issued an
unprecedented papal bull that afforded the Knights Templar limitless power and declared them
"a law unto themselves" an autonomous army independent of all interference from kings and
prelates, both religious and political.
With their new carte blanche from the Vatican, the Knights Templar expanded at a
staggering rate, both in numbers and political force, amassing vast estates in over a dozen
countries. They began extending credit to bankrupt royals and charging interest in return, thereby
establishing modern banking and broadening their wealth and influence still further.
By the 1300s, the Vatican sanction had helped the Knights amass so much power that Pope
Clement V decided that something had to be done. Working in concert with France's King
Philippe IV, the Pope devised an ingeniously planned sting operation to quash the Templars and
seize their treasure, thus taking control of the secrets held over the Vatican. In a military
maneuver worthy of the CIA, Pope Clement issued secret sealed orders to be opened
simultaneously by his soldiers all across Europe on Friday, October 13 of 1307.
At dawn on the thirteenth, the documents were unsealed and their appalling contents
revealed. Clement's letter claimed that God had visited him in a vision and warned him that the
Knights Templar were heretics guilty of devil worship, homosexuality, defiling the cross,
sodomy, and other blasphemous behavior. Pope Clement had been asked by God to cleanse the
earth by rounding up all the Knights and torturing them until they confessed their crimes against
God. Clement's Machiavellian operation came off with clockwork precision. On that day,
countless Knights were captured, tortured mercilessly, and finally burned at the stake as heretics.
Echoes of the tragedy still resonated in modern culture; to this day, Friday the thirteenth was
Sophie looked confused. "The Knights Templar were obliterated? I thought fraternities of
Templars still exist today?"
"They do, under a variety of names. Despite Clement's false charges and best efforts to
eradicate them, the Knights had powerful allies, and some managed to escape the Vatican
purges. The Templars' potent treasure trove of documents, which had apparently been their
source of power, was Clement's true objective, but it slipped through his fingers. The documents
had long since been entrusted to the Templars' shadowy architects, the Priory of Sion, whose veil
of secrecy had kept them safely out of range of the Vatican's onslaught. As the Vatican closed in,
the Priory smuggled their documents from a Paris preceptory by night onto Templar ships in La
"Where did the documents go?"
Langdon shrugged. "That mystery's answer is known only to the Priory of Sion. Because
the documents remain the source of constant investigation and speculation even today, they are
believed to have been moved and rehidden several times. Current speculation places the
documents somewhere in the United Kingdom."
Sophie looked uneasy.
"For a thousand years," Langdon continued, "legends of this secret have been passed on.
The entire collection of documents, its power, and the secret it reveals have become known by a
single name Sangreal. Hundreds of books have been written about it, and few mysteries have
caused as much interest among historians as the Sangreal."
"The Sangreal? Does the word have anything to do with the French word sang or Spanish
sangre meaning 'blood'?"
Langdon nodded. Blood was the backbone of the Sangreal, and yet not in the way Sophie
probably imagined. "The legend is complicated, but the important thing to remember is that the
Priory guards the proof, and is purportedly awaiting the right moment in history to reveal the
"What truth? What secret could possibly be that powerful?"
Langdon took a deep breath and gazed out at the underbelly of Paris leering in the shadows.
"Sophie, the word Sangreal is an ancient word. It has evolved over the years into another term...
a more modern name." He paused. "When I tell you its modern name, you'll realize you already
know a lot about it. In fact, almost everyone on earth has heard the story of the Sangreal."
Sophie looked skeptical. "I've never heard of it."
"Sure you have." Langdon smiled. "You're just used to hearing it called by the name 'Holy