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- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
Da Vinci's Cases
by Alfred Bekker
The scope of this book is 120 pages paperback.
In the small village of Vinci, near Florence, in 1462: The watermark form of the Medici Bank has been stolen out of Master Andrea di Marco’s paper mill. Shocking! Because the paper must be at the bank within three days. What is that theft all about? For Leonardo and Carlo there is only one explanation: Counterfeit! And not more than three days remain to stop the counterfeiter gang’s game.
Alfred Bekker, born in 1964, writes fantasy, historical novels, criminal novels and books for young readers. His historical adventures for young readers are full of suspense, stuff which even kids who hate reading cannot resist.
The German-language print editions appeared in 2008/2009 in the Arena Taschenbuchverlag;
Translations are available in Turkish, Indonesian, Danish and Bulgarian.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
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Leonardo and the Dungeon of the Black Riders
Da Vinci's Cases, Volume 4
Alfred Bekker
Published by Alfred Bekker, 2016.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
LEONARDO AND THE DUNGEON OF THE BLACK RIDERS
First edition. December 11, 2016.
Copyright © 2016 Alfred Bekker.
Written by Alfred Bekker.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Leonardo and the Dungeon of the Black Riders
Copyright
Chapter 1: The Wasps’ Nest
Chapter 2: Clash of the Ragmen
Chapter 3: The Watermark of the Medici
Chapter 4: Master Andrea deep in a Fix
Chapter 5: Following the Traces of the Masked Men
Chapter 6: On to Flavio’s mill!
Chapter 7: The Man with the Black Beard
Chapter 8: The Gang
Chapter 9: In Captivity
Chapter 10: Liberation from the Dungeon of Toads
Chapter 11: The Noble Lord
Chapter 12: Locked up
About the Author
About the Publisher
Leonardo and the Dungeon of the Black Riders
Da Vinci's Cases
by Alfred Bekker
The scope of this book is 120 pages paperback.
In the small village of Vinci, near Florence, in 1462: The watermark form of the Medici Bank has been stolen out of Master Andrea di Marco’s paper mill. Shocking! Because the paper must be at the bank within three days. What is that theft all about? For Leonardo and Carlo there is only one explanation: Counterfeit! And not more than three days remain to stop the counterfeiter gang’s game.
Alfred Bekker, born in 1964, writes fantasy, historical novels, criminal novels and books for young readers. His historical adventures for young readers are full of suspense, stuff which even kids who hate reading cannot resist.
The German-language print editions appeared in 2008/2009 in the Arena Taschenbuchverlag;
Translations are available in Turkish, Indonesian, Danish and Bulgarian.
Copyright
© by Alfred Bekker, Translation: Antje Ippensen, Cover: Steve Mayer
© 2016 of the digital edition AlfredBekker/CassiopeiaPress
A CassiopeiaPress E-Book
www.AlfredBekker.de
Chapter 1: The Wasps’ Nest
"We should get away from this place, right now, Leonardo!"
"Be quiet, Carlo!"
Ten-year-old Carlo swallowed. The humming noise grew louder and louder and became more threatening with every passing second.
His friend Leonardo had approached a wasps’ nest which was in the ruin of a barn. Already since spring Leonardo had always taken one and a half hour walk from the village of Vinci to the old barn in order to watch the wasps' nest. During this time he had observing the wasps gradually building it by using the wood of the rotten barn.
The nest was about the diameter of a children's head and consisted of a material that was apparently made of the wood – by the wasps scratching it from the wooden walls of the barn with their tiny mouth tools. The places where they had served themselves could be seen clearly. Fine chips were left in the holes.
What Leonardo was particularly interested in was the material that shaped the nest.
A few years ago he once saw an abandoned nest found by his uncle in the attic. The material had felt like ...
Paper!
That came to his mind again recently because his own paper stock was completely exhausted. During the last few weeks, Leonardo had had so many ideas that had to be necessarily noted that he had already fully subscribed all back pages or gaps. He had had ideas about fantastic machines of all kinds. Airships, equipped with cannons, ships, with which you could travel underwater, but also practical things, such as an appliance which turned the roast over the fire steadily so that there would not occur any burnt spots.
But if wasps were able to make paper, you could perhaps make use of it!
Unfortunately, his uncle did not possess that wasps’ nest anymore, so Leonardo was not able to test if the nest could be unfold or cut into pieces on which you could write.
With a branch that Leonardo had found in the forest, he touched the nest.
The hum grew louder.
"They get angry!" said Carlo.
"I have to see where the entrance is!" said Leonardo. "Besides, it is already late in the year! Most wasps must be dead!"
"But you hear them humming, so they are still alive!" protested Carlo. "I know that you can chase away wasps with smoke or water – but by knocking against their nest, I am sure about this!"
"But if I use smoke or water, the paper the nest is made of will be spoiled! And that paper is the thing I need urgently, as soon as possible!"
"Does not sound to me really convincing!"
Carlo was moving back to the open barn door.
"The few wasps, which are still in the nest will be driven away easily," claimed Leonardo and knocked again against the papery outer shell of the wasps’ nest. Of course, he acted so carefully that nothing was damaged. After all, he still wanted to use the material.
The first wasp came out of the nest.
The entrance was in the shadow so that it could not be clearly seen. A second wasp followed, then a third and a fourth ... suddenly, Leonardo was attacked by at least a dozen of extremely angry insects. They buzzed around his head. Leonardo was waving his arms wildly and struck with the stick around himself. Of course, he hit none of the wasps.
Frantically beating around he ran out of the barn. Carlo had already run away.
"I've told you so", Leonardo heard his friend call – but at the moment it sounded to him as if from a distance.
The wasps seemed to attack from everywhere. Their mad buzzing and humming grew louder and louder.
"To the creek!" exclaimed Carlo. "To the creek!"
Near the barn there was a creek flowing later into the river Arno. Leonardo ran to the creek, while a wasp had come under his shirt and stung him.
The insects were still buzzing around him.
Leonardo reached the bank of the small stream and simply threw himself into the water.
He flailed and splashed around until he was convinced to have driven away the small attackers. Carlo was still on the shore, waving around his arms now with the poor. The wasps vented their rage on him now.
"Jump now!" shouted Leonardo.
In greatest distress, Carlo did so. When diving under, the wasps let him go.
He came to the surface again, and shook himself like a wet dog wanting to dry its fur.
"It’s all your fault!" snorted Carlo. "You should have listened to me!"
"Yes, yes, of course you havel known all that before!" growled Leonardo.
"Naturally! Every child knows that you should not poke a hornet's nest with a stick!"
"They stung me!" Leonardo realized. He found several red spots – especially on his arms – which were swelling now, more and more.
Leonardo cooled them in the water.
Carlo examined himself and then sighed with relief. "Nothing!" he said.
They both got out of the water, soaking. Leonardo went barefoot, but Carlo wore shoes and they squealed now at every step. So he sat down and poured the water out of them. "I will get trouble, if I arrive at home like this," he said. "You don’t know how expensive these shoes were!"
In the village of Vinci, where the two friends came from, Carlo was an exception, as most other children did not wear shoes in summer. But Carlo’s father was a merchant and rich enough to be able to afford his son using his shoes even during summer.
"Let's go in the sun, so we dry", suggested Leonardo.
"A great suggestion!"
"You have a better one? Let's go to the hill meadow. Until the evening, we get sunshine there and probably we will be dry again!"
"Maybe we, ourselves," Carlo admitted. "But not my shoes."
"Surely we will get an idea about that ..."
"A good excuse would not be bad. You always have such great ideas, Leonardo! Maybe you can be at pains in this matter and strain your brains. After all, it was you who has dragged me into the whole mess."
Wet to the skin they ran to the hill meadow, where the sun was shining even in the evening for the longest time. From that point, you could watch the whole environment.
The grass was quite brown and dry. In addition, sheep had probably grazed the meadow just recently so you could see the naked ground at many places. Finally, Leonardo and Carlo found a place where they could stay. Leonardo carefully touched the wasp stings he had suffered. They were swelling gradually and aching immediately when lightly being touched.
"Your own fault," Carlo said. "How can you even be so stupid and irritate wasps?"
"I thought it would be worth a trial!"
"Well, now you see the result!"
"Thank you! I like my friends being so compassionate", said Leonardo.
"Pah – have you taken care of me? The wasps attacked me as well! In their opinion, we were both the attackers who wanted to destroy their home!"
"You escaped without a sting!" Leonardo protested.
"Yes, but I was just lucky, that’s all."
A short while they were still grumbling at each other.
Then there was silence for a while. Leonardo's thoughts weren’t even in the wasps’ nest. Only the painful stitches reminded him of it again and again. Otherwise, he thought about the roast turning machine that he had tried to construct. A wind wheel should be got in motion using the warm air created by the fire which would turn the roasting spit.
The hotter the fire, the faster the spit would be turning, then, so it really could not happen that the roast would burn.
However, difficulties arose during the construction of the turnspit – difficulties Leonardo could not foresee. First, his grandfather, with whom he lived, was angry because Leonardo had taken the roast spit and worked with it in the dirty horse stable, and secondly, the windmill he had made of wood, had been too heavy. It just did not turn around, because the warm breeze was not strong enough.
I will have to work out something else! Leonardo thought. It was really most important to find paper at last, in order to fix his ideas.
