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The
camerlegno
was
gone
.
Camerlegno
Ventresca
’
s
white
robe
billowed
as
he
moved
down
the
hallway
away
from
the
Sistine
Chapel
.
The
Swiss
Guards
had
seemed
perplexed
when
he
emerged
all
alone
from
the
chapel
and
told
them
he
needed
a
moment
of
solitude
.
But
they
had
obeyed
,
letting
him
go
.
Now
as
he
rounded
the
corner
and
left
their
sight
,
the
camerlegno
felt
a
maelstrom
of
emotions
like
nothing
he
thought
possible
in
human
experience
.
He
had
poisoned
the
man
he
called
"
Holy
Father
,
"
the
man
who
addressed
him
as
"
my
son
.
"
The
camerlegno
had
always
believed
the
words
"
father
"
and
"
son
"
were
religious
tradition
,
but
now
he
knew
the
diabolical
truth
—
the
words
had
been
literal
.
Like
that
fateful
night
weeks
ago
,
the
camerlegno
now
felt
himself
reeling
madly
through
the
darkness
.
It
was
raining
the
morning
the
Vatican
staff
banged
on
the
camerlegno
’
s
door
,
awakening
him
from
a
fitful
sleep
.
The
Pope
,
they
said
,
was
not
answering
his
door
or
his
phone
.
The
clergy
were
frightened
.
The
camerlegno
was
the
only
one
who
could
enter
the
Pope
’
s
chambers
unannounced
.
The
camerlegno
entered
alone
to
find
the
Pope
,
as
he
was
the
night
before
,
twisted
and
dead
in
his
bed
.
His
Holiness
’
s
face
looked
like
that
of
Satan
.
His
tongue
black
like
death
.
The
Devil
himself
had
been
sleeping
in
the
Pope
’
s
bed
.
The
camerlegno
felt
no
remorse
.
God
had
spoken
.
Nobody
would
see
the
treachery
…
not
yet
.
That
would
come
later
.
He
announced
the
terrible
news
—
His
Holiness
was
dead
of
a
stroke
.
Then
the
camerlegno
prepared
for
conclave
.
Mother
Maria
’
s
voice
was
whispering
in
his
ear
.
"
Never
break
a
promise
to
God
.
"
