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CHAPTER 10. CONSTELLATIONS
January 20, 2013. Salon-de-Provence, France.
Just behind the floor inscription, the stony passage went back another twenty feet.
There was a glow of light near the end of the passage. As they got closer, Morse could
see that someone had brought down a battery-powered flood light, which was resting on
yellow legs. Just past the floodlight, the passage opened somewhat and was taller. In the
middle of the passage was a high, narrow table similar to a podium, but with a flat top.
On the table was an astrological instrument of some kind and a man‘s gold ring. Ten feet
behind the podium was a huge floor-to-ceiling oak vault door. The edges of the vault
were embedded in the stone walls of the underground chamber. On the right was a large
copper vault handle. Across the top of the door was an inscription in French:
SEULS PEUVENT ENTRER CEUX QUI ONT LE COEUR PLEIN D‘AMOUR
―What does the thing on the top say, Pops?‖ asked Zach.
―It says ‗Only those with love in their hearts may enter,‘‖ his father said. As Morse
studied the door, it looked clear to him that it was going to take a lot more than love to
figure out how to open the door.
Beneath the inscription on the top was a series of ten top-to-bottom brass dials, like
an ancient version of a slot machine. The door dials spelled out ―BMRDAAATMD.‖
Beneath the ten dials there was writing carved into the stone. The door looked like this: