"'It's in Langdon's pocket!' Teabing was screaming like a madman, 'The map to the Holy Grail!'"
The scene of the knight's arrest blared across televisions all over the globe. British Royal Historian and Knight Leigh Teabing arrested on a quest for the Holy Grail. The media had devoured the story like a starved. The two innocents involved, Robert Langdon and Sophie Neveu, had so far avoided them, but reporters and news stations everywhere were waiting anxiously for either of them to step forward. More probable, however, was Teabing's impending trial.
Confined within the walls of Chateau Villete, Leigh Teabing sat alone. I was so close. So close to revealing the truth he thought, over and over like a broken record inside his head. So close… why did it slip right through my hands?
Ever since Teabing had been placed in Chateau Villet to await his trial, he had run through the events of that night, trying to find where he had gone wrong. How they traced the whole fiasco back to him? The only answer he could fathom was Langdon. If it weren't for his involvement, the whole thing would have proceeded without a hitch. The police would have been baffled. If only Sauniere had just died instead leaving those clues behind!
After two weeks that seemed like an eternity, Teabing found a message for him in the kitchen. A scrap of paper lay on the counter that read:
THE TRUTH WILL BE KNOWN
566-9562
A phone number? he puzzled. Who could possibly have left this? His mind grappled with the question. The only people allowed anywhere near this place were the DCPJ officers that guarded his house day and night. His curiosity peaked by the first line; he dialed the number.
After a single ring, a gruff voice answered.
"Hello Sir Teabing. I have been expecting your call." it said.
"Who are you?" he fired back.
The voice chuckled softly. "My identity is immaterial. I am one who knows the truth of the Holy Grail. I wish to finish what you started that night at the Louvre, with your help of course."
Teabing could not believe what he was hearing. "But how? I am under constant guard, there's no way I can help!"
"I have friends on the inside sir. The line you are speaking on cannot be tapped. All you need to do is give me information. I will call you." The voice had a note of finality in it.
"I still don't know who you are!" Teabing yelled into the phone. "Tell me!"
"No," the voice said firmly. "A necessary precaution, sir. Surely you will understand 'Teacher'?"
He grimaced, flashing again on his failure, but the voice continued.
"Together we will reveal the Holy Grail. Her secret will be known by the masses. You will know my identity in time Sir Teabing, but for now you may know me as Rosa."
And with that, she hung up, leaving him alone once more.