I will gladly make this ultimate sacrifice вЂ¦ and with it I will extinguish your final hope of finding what you seek.

O, willful ignorants! Do you not see the future? Do you not grasp the splendor of my creation? The necessity? I know what I must do.Д«eneath me, dizzyingly far beneath me, the red tile roofs spread out like a sea of fire on the countryside, illuminating the fair land upon which giants once roamed вЂ¦ Giotto, Donatello, Brunelleschi, Michelangelo, Botticelli. They beg now, in quiet desperation, but I have turned my back.

They rush forward in disbelief, wanting to grab at my feet, but fearing they will upset my balance and knock me off. Without warning, I turn and reach up, curling my fingers onto the high ledge, pulling myself up, scrambling onto my knees, then standing вЂ¦ unsteady at the precipice. We can force you to tell us where it is.вЂќДЇor that reason, I have climbed halfway to heaven. They stare deep into my clear green eyes, and their expressions darken, no longer cajoling, but threatening. I stand now, cornered, my back to the cold stone. вЂњFor the love of God,вЂќ they shout, вЂњtell us where youвЂ™ve hidden it!вЂќДЇor precisely the love of God, I will not. The voices call out, arriving close behind me. Far below is the blessed city that I have made my sanctuary from those who exiled me. I rush to the head-high wall, peering through the slits. I climb the final stairs and arrive at the top, staggering near dead into the damp morning air. They do not understand what is coming вЂ¦ nor what I have done for them!ДЄs I climb, the visions come hard вЂ¦ the lustful bodies writhing in fiery rain, the gluttonous souls floating in excrement, the treacherous villains frozen in SatanвЂ™s icy grasp. They are behind me, unyielding, closing in. I urge my leaden legs up the narrow staircase вЂ¦ spiraling skyward on soft marble treads, pitted and worn. I turn the handle and step into the passage from which I know there will be no return. Crossing before the Bargello, I cut west toward the spire of the Badia and come up hard against the iron gate at the base of the stairs. I pass behind the palazzo with its crenellated tower and one-handed clock вЂ¦ snaking through the early-morning vendors in Piazza di San Firenze with their hoarse voices smelling of lampredotto and roasted olives. Here aboveground, I raise my eyes to the north, but I am unable to find a direct path to salvation вЂ¦ for the Apennine Mountains are blotting out the first light of dawn. Their persistence has kept me underground вЂ¦ forced me to live in purgatory вЂ¦ laboring beneath the earth like a chthonic monster. Their footsteps grow louder now as they hunt with relentless determination.ДЇor years they have pursued me. Inferno is the underworld as described in Dante AlighieriвЂ™s epic poem The Divine Comedy, which portrays hell as an elaborately structured realm populated by entities known as вЂњshadesвЂќ-bodiless souls trapped between life and death.ДЄlong the banks of the river Arno, I scramble, breathless вЂ¦ turning left onto Via dei Castellani, making my way northward, huddling in the shadows of the Uffizi. Its name has been changed for considerations of security and privacy. вЂњThe ConsortiumвЂќ is a private organization with offices in seven countries. All artwork, literature, science, and historical references in this novel are real.

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