Prosper and Bo are orphans on the run from their cruel aunt and uncle. The brothers decide to hide out in Venice, where they meet a mysterious. THE THIEF LORD. A story of mystery, intrigue and magic which takes place in the atmospheric, historic city of Venice. The two protagonists, Prosper and Bo. The Thief Lord: Running away seemed like a good idea at the time. Bo and Prosper's mother had told them all kinds of wonderful things about. Venice, Italy.
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The Thief Lord by Cornelia Funke (THE THIEF LORD Cornelia Funke Page 1Page 2Page 3Page 4TO ROL). It was autumn in Venice when Victor first heard of Prosper and Bo. The canals, gleaming in the sun, dappled the ancient brickwork with gold. But the wind was. This books (The Thief Lord [FREE]) Made by Cornelia Funke About Free The Thief Lord [FREE] PDF files, Read Online The Thief Lord.
Plot[ edit ] When Prosper and Boniface's parents die, their aunt Esther attempts to adopt the younger brother, an adorable five-year-old who eventually turns six as the movie progresses, named Bo Jasper Harris. She plans to send twelve-year-old Prosper Aaron Johnson away to boarding school. However, before they can separate the two boys Prosper takes Bo to Venice, the magical city about which their mother often told stories. Once in Venice, the boys live on the streets, and the money Prosper brought quickly runs out. Bo becomes ill and Prosper is forced to resort to stealing cough medicine from a pharmacy. The boys are nearly caught and lose the rest of their food, but are rescued by the mysterious Thief Lord Rollo Weeks. The Thief Lord, a mask-wearing teenager whose name is Scipio, invites the boys to come with him to his hideout, an abandoned cinema called the Stella.
Once in Venice, the boys live on the streets, and the money Prosper brought quickly runs out. Bo becomes ill and Prosper is forced to resort to stealing cough medicine from a pharmacy. The boys are nearly caught and lose the rest of their food, but are rescued by the mysterious Thief Lord Rollo Weeks. The Thief Lord, a mask-wearing teenager whose name is Scipio, invites the boys to come with him to his hideout, an abandoned cinema called the Stella.
They steal from stores and Venice's wealthy tourists, but the majority of their money comes from Scipio, who goes on mysterious raids and always brings back treasures.
Unfortunately, Barbarossa — the sleazy antique dealer the children have to sell their stolen goods to — always cheats the children.
Bo brags that Prosper "is great at selling things" and Prosper ends up getting Barbarossa to quintuple his asking price. Barbarossa tells Riccio and Prosper there is a client who needs something stolen and is willing to pay big money for it. The inspector wanders across Prosper and Riccio in front of a pastry shop and chases the boys when they run away. However, he is distracted by a friend, Ida Spavento Caroline Goodall , and loses the boys.
Back at the theatre, the children celebrate Prosper's success. Riccio tells Scipio about Barbarossa's customer and he decides to take the job. After being persuaded by the others Scipio takes all of them with him to go and see the client, a mysterious man known only as the Conte Geoffrey Hutchings.
However he only let's Prosper and Mosca come to meet the client in person. The conte asks them to steal a wooden wing, a fragment from the long lost merry go round of the merciful sisters, for it he would pay fifty thousand euros. While there Bo meets Victor Getz, who befriends him.
While they are talking Bo accidentally lets slip that he lives in an abandoned cinema. Prosper and the others return and chase him off. While hiding in a mask shop, Scipio comes up with a plan to help the others escape. During which Victor Getz sees his face. Scipio needs to go away for a few days so he asks the gang to stake out the mansion where the wing is kept.
While there he discovers that Scipio is not a poor orphan at all. He is the son of the rich Massimo. He tries to persuade the others to leave but instead they devise a plan to catch Getz. It works and Getz is soon their prisoner. When Scipio doesn't show up for stake out the next day, the others are confused. Getz having been released by Mosca to help fix the projector tells them what he had discovered. Not believing him the gang visit Massimo's mansion.
There they find out the truth. That Scipio had lied to them and that all the 'loot' had come from the house. Riccio is the most upset out of all of them, feeling betrayed. When they return to the Stella they find that Getz has escaped but gave them his 'word of honour' that he wouldn't reveal their location to anyone as long as he didn't hear of any break ins.
However he had fixed the projector and they enjoyed a short film that Mosca has been working on for a long time. And, even though their morale after Scipio's betrayal was low, they decided to complete the bargain with the conte. When the group decides to steal the wooden wing inside the house where it is supposed to be, they encounter Scipio but they refuse to work with him. While looking around, they also accidentally wake the owner of the house, Ida. After a confrontation, Ida agrees to let the group take the wing as long as they take her with them.
They were long and slender and made from pale wax. So it doesn't really matter if I take a few every nowand then. Why should we spend our precious money on candles? He yawned and curled up next to Prosper, who was struggling with aneedle and thread over the holes in his brother's pants. He's not allowed to. Guardian angel! Hornet read for nearly an hour, while the night outside grew darker and all those who had filled the city Page 16 with noise during the day were long in their beds.
Finally the book slipped from her fingers, and hereyelids drooped. When Scipio finally arrived, they were all fast asleep.
As hestarted from his sleep, a slender figure emerged from the dark. Under the black mask that hid Scipio'seyes, Prosper could make out his pale chin. The mask's long crooked nose gave him an eerie bird-likeappearance.
Similar masks had once been worn by the doctors ofVenice , at the time when the BlackDeath had raged through the city more than three hundred years ago: the Birds of Death, people calledthem. Smiling, the Thief Lord pulled the creepy thing from his face.
We bolted everything really wellthis time. He ran his slender fingers through his long raven black hair, which he usually wore in aponytail. He liked to act grown-up, although he was not much older than Prosper, and a good bit smaller thanMosca — even in his high-heeled boots. These were much too big for him, but he always kept them wellpolished — they were black leather, as black as the strange long coat that reached down to his knees.
He never went anywhere without them. Prosper ignored him. He pushed himself up fromamong his fishing rods. He strutted like a peacock through the auditorium while Hornet and Moscanudged the others awake. The place looked like a pigsty lasttime. Barefoot, he ran toward Scipio.
Bo was the only one who could call the Thief Lord Scip without gettingan icy stare in response. Smiling, the Thief Lord slipped a black sack from his shoulder. Hethrew a folded newspaper toward Riccio. Page four. At the top. Mosca andProsper leaned over his shoulders. Hornet stood a little way away and played with her braid. No trace of the perpetrators! But wewatched the Palazzo Pisani. The Palazzo Pisani comes later. It won't run away, will it?
He poured the contents of his sack on the floor in front of him. Bo, wide-eyed, leaned over Scipio's haul. Carefully, as if the treasures could crumble in his small hands,he picked up one piece after another, felt it, and put it back.
Scipio just nodded. Pleased with himself and the world, he stretched his arms and lay down on his side. Am I the Thief Lord, or not? The alarm system was not as old-fashioned as I expected and the lady of the housewoke up just as I snatched the medallion from her bedside table. But I was on the roof of the house nextdoor faster than she could climb out of her bed. And even if I had, I wouldn't be stupid enough to get all stuck-up about it!
You can get through life perfectly well without knowing what sugar tongs are. But I can tell you, this littlething is worth quite a bit, so this time you'd better get a decent price from Barbarossa.
Ever since he had become their provider and their leader, it hadbeen their job to turn the loot into money while he took care of the stealing.
Scipio had told them who togo to, but he left the haggling to them. The only person in town who would do business with a gang ofkids was Ernesto Barbarossa. A fat man with a red beard, Barbarossa had an antiques shop where hesold cheap trash to the tourists, but he also did secret deals with more valuable, and usually stolen, items.
The redbeardjust takes advantage of us. His ears had turned bright red. I always think he's secretly laughing at us or that he's going to call the police or something. Ican't wait to get out of his shop. But Barbarossa is crafty. I was there last time when Mosca sold him theother stuff.
I have anotherappointment to keep tonight, but I'll be back tomorrow. I want to hear what the redbeard paid you for these things here. The naked lights cast his shadow massively on the movie theater's walls. Heturned once more before vanishing through the musty curtain. Thereare two little kittens in there.
Someone wanted to drown them in the canal.
Look after them, will you? Good night, everybody. Next door to it was a pasticceria with pastries and cakes of all shapes andsizes in its windows. Reluctantly, Riccio let himself be dragged away, his head still swimming with the scent of sweet almonds. Barbarossa's shop didn't exactly smell as nice.
From the outside it didn't look any different from all theother junk shops inVenice. In the window itself, there were vases andcandlesticks, surrounded by little gondolas and glass insects, laid out on threadbare velvet drapes. Thinchina plates were crammed next to piles of oldbooks, and pictures in tarnished silver frames lay next tocheap paper masks. Barbarossa stocked whatever anyone could desire. And if something particularwasn't on show, then the redbeard would get hold of it — by crooked means if necessary.
Dozens of glass bells chimed above his head as Prosper opened the shop door. Inside, a few touristsstood among the crammed shelves, whispering as solemnly as if they were in a church. They seemedawed, either by the chandeliers that hung from the dark ceiling, or by the countless candles that burnedeverywhere in their heavy holders. With bowed heads, Prosper and Riccio pushed past the tourists. A man was holding a statuette thatMosca had sold to the redbeard two weeks before.
When Prosper saw the price tag underneath itsplinth, he nearly knocked over a large statue in the center of the shop. You know I can't remember numbers. Riccio made faces at the maskedlady smiling down at them from a large painting on the wall. This was his regular joke, for behind thelady's mask was a peephole through which Barbarossa kept an eye on his customers.
A few seconds later the beaded curtain behind the counter tinkled into life and Ernesto Barbarossaappeared in person.
The redbeard was a very fat man but Prosper was always amazed at how nimbly hecould move through his crammed shop. Riccio said nothing.
He was staring at Barbarossa'sginger beard as if he expected something to crawl out of it at any moment. The color, I mean. Are you saying I dye my beard? Then he nodded discreetly in thedirection of the couple of tourists that were still standing by the shelves, whispering to each other. Then they disappeared behind the beaded curtain.
Barbarossa's office looked completely different from his shop. Here there were no chandeliers, nocandles, or glass insects. The windowless room was lit by a neon light and was completely bare, exceptfor a big desk with a massive leather armchair behind it, two guest chairs, and a few high shelves stuffedwith meticulously labeled boxes. A poster from the Museo di Accademia hung on the white wall behindthe desk.
There was also an upholstered bench, placed underneath Barbarossa's peephole. Riccio climbed onto itand peered into the shop. I don't think anyone has ever escaped his shop without downloading something.
His beard, however, grew thick and frizzy and was thecolor of fox fur. Eurghh, thatstinks! Should I dye a bit of toilet paper as evidence? Get out of there! Prosper and Riccio were sitting in front of his desk, wearing their most innocent faces. He took a pair of glasses from his drawer.
I hope it's not just fake gold and inferior silver spoons. Barbarossa leaned forward. He took thesugar tongs, the medallions, and the magnifying glass, one by one, and turned them in his pudgy fingers.
He inspected them from every angle, the boys watching him closely. His face showed nothing. He pickedeach item up, put it back down, and picked it up again, then pushed it aside, looked at it again — untilthe boys were scraping their feet impatiently on the floor. Finally, Barbarossa leaned back with a sigh and put his glasses on the desk. He stroked his beard as ifhe were stroking the fur of a small animal.
Prosper and Riccio exchanged a quick glance. He tried to look as if he knew exactly what Scipio's lootwas worth. He put his fingertips together and closed his eyes. And I'm still doing you a favor. He imagined all the cakes he could download for one hundred thousand lire. Mountainsof cakes. But Prosper shook his head. Five hundredthousand. Or the deal is off. But he regained his composure and conjuredan expression of honest outrage. Tell the Thief Lordnever again to send such impertinent kids if he wants to continue doing business with ErnestoBarbarossa!
Barbarossa watched him calmly. But when Prosper reached for the sugar tongs, he grabbed his hand soquickly that the boy gave a start. The Thief Lord andI have done good business so far and so I'll give you four hundred thousand lire for the lot, although mostof it is junk. I like the tongs. Tell the Thief Lord if he offers me more stuff like that we will definitely stay inbusiness together. Even if he insists on using such rude errand boys.
Something my client wants rather badly. As far as Ihave gathered, the item is here, inVenice. The redbeard had never seen Scipio and so he probably thought he was dealingwith an adult. He didn't have the faintest idea that the Thief Lord was just as young as his messengers. He was holding the sugar tongs inhis hands, tenderly stroking their curved handles.
I will then arrange a meeting with my client. My client has assured me of that. Riccio nearly jumped out of his chair. But get out of my office. Do you really think I would openmy safe with you little thieves watching me? Will Scipio take the job? He looked intently at the portrait ofthe masked lady. It's just a feeling.
I don't trust the redbeard. Heheld out a thick wad of bills to them. All those tourists outthere with their cameras and bulging wallets attract thieves like flies.
Prosper took the money and looked at it, uncertain what to do. I only deducted the glass beetle your brother broke last time. Sign the receipt here. You can write, Ihope? He threw the empty bag over his shoulderand walked to the door. He was determined not to mention a word of it to Scipio. Page 24 6 A Nasty CoincidenceAs soon as they had left Barbarossa's shop, Riccio dragged Prosper into the pasticceria he had staredat so longingly before. Prosper didn't get a chance to raise any objections and the shop assistant patientlywaited for their order while Riccio bullied Prosper into changing two bills from Barbarossa's wad anddownloading a box of cakes for them all, to celebrate.
Prosper was always amazed by the great care the bakers ofVenice took over wrapping their cakes. They didn't just hand them over in a plastic bag — no, they were always packed in a beautiful box andtied up with a ribbon. Riccio, however, was decidedly unimpressed by all this effort. As soon as they were back on the streethe got out his pocket knife and cut the ribbon. He took the box from Riccio. Madonna, no one has ever managed to get one single lira more out of the redbeardthan he wanted to pay.
And now he's just given you four times what he first offered us — even I canwork that out. Scipio will never let anyone else sell his loot again. It wasdusted generously with powdered sugar, which spilled down his jacket with the first bite. The tip ofRiccio's nose was already covered in chocolate. Hornet and Bo don't have warm jackets and yourshoes look like you just fished them out of a canal.
Mosca could get it connected somehow. He and Bo had already sold Page 25 any toys they had with them when they ran away, and his brother didn't even have a stuffed animal, apartfrom the sorry-looking lion that Riccio had given him.
He touched the money in his jacket pocket. He pushed the cake boxinto Riccio's hands and strode on. You heard what the baldhead said about the money. I'm not a bad thief— just a bit out of practice.
And I'd share the loot with everyone. Bo could get his Indians, Hornet couldget some new books, and Mosca could get the paint for that boat he's been going on about so much. Helooked around uneasily.
Have you forgotten how they nearlycaught you last time? He really didn't want to remember that.
He gazed after a woman withhuge pearl earrings. I don't understandwhat's the matter with you. Of course I'll tell him! How can this be more dangerous than breaking into the Doge's Palace? He wasn't quite sure himself why he didn't like Barbarossa'soffer. Lost in thought, he walked around two women who were arguing noisily in the middle of the street— only to walk straight into a man who had just stepped out of a bar with a slice of pizza his hand.
Theman was small and stocky. A piece of cheese clung to his thick walrus mustache. He spun around angrily— and then stared at Prosper as if he had seen a ghost. Prosper looked around. The man with the walrus mustache was nowhere to be seen. Did you recognize him? He looked around once more. A couple of schoolchildren, an old man, threewomen with stuffed shopping bags, a group of nuns…suddenly he grabbed Riccio's arm and pulled himinside a doorway.
Page 26 Riccio nearly dropped the cake box again. You'reseeing things. He dragged Riccio into an alley so narrow that Barbarossa would certainly havegotten stuck in it. The wind whistled past them. Riccio knew where this tiny passage led: into a labyrinthof alleys that could confuse even a Venetian.
It wasn't a bad route if you wanted to lose someone. ButProsper had stopped again. He flattened himself against the wall and watched the people passing by theentrance to the passage. He shivered and pulledthe sleeves of his sweater over his hands. He pushed his tongue nervously into the gap in his front teeth. Hehad lost that tooth during a chase.
The schoolchildren skipped past the alley. Then the nuns walked past. And thencame the short andstocky man, with big feet and walrus mustache. He looked around, he stood on his toes, he craned hisneck, and then he cursed. The boys hardly dared to breathe. Finally, the man walked on. Riccio was the first to move. Soon he had completely lost his bearings, butRiccio kept running as if he knew the way through the maze of alleys and bridges by heart.
Suddenly,they stumbled back into bright sunlight. Ahead of them lay theGrand Canal. Its banks were crowded Page 27 with people and its glittering surface teemed with boats. Riccio pulled Prosper toward a vaporetto stop. Soon they disappeared into the throng of peoplewaiting for the next boat. Prosper scrutinized every face passing by, but their pursuer wasn't among them. When the nextvaporetto finally arrived, the boys smuggled themselves onto the boat with the crowd.
While the otherpassengers scrambled after the few remaining free seats in the roofed section of the boat, Prosper andRiccio walked up to the deck rail and kept a close eye on the bank of the canal. But lookwho'sstanding over there. There was the walrus mustache, squinting after the departingboat.
Riccio gave him a hearty wave. Prosper pulled Riccio's arm down. You think he's going to swim after us? No, my friend. That's the good thing about this city. Ifsomeone is after you, all you have to do is cross the canal, and the other fool's had it! Even you shouldknow by now that there are only two bridges across theGrand Canal! The stranger had long vanished out of sight but Prosper kept staring toward thebank just in case he suddenly appeared between the elegant columns of one of the palaces, or on a hotelbalcony, or even on one of the oncoming boats.
Prosper was worried. We've lost the snoop! Prosper stared at Riccio anxiously. He works for the tourists — looking for losthandbags and wallets. He nearly caught me with one once. What would adetective want with you? Is someone looking for you? The vaporetto steered sluggishly toward the next stop. A swarm of gulls took to the air with a great noise as the boatdrifted toward the jetty.
They jumped off the boat while the new passengers were alreadypushing aboard. What have you done? Did you steal something? Barbarossa's money was still there. Then he lowered his voice. Don't be silly. It's really not that bad. She's my mom's sister.
She's got loads of money and no children. When my mom died, she wanted to adopt Bo. They weregoing to send me to a boarding school.
So we ran away. What was I supposed to do? He's my littlebrother. He can't stand her. He says she smells like paint.
The handle was gone, but Bo wouldn't mindthat. Simple:We'll dye Bo's angel hair black and we'll paint your face so you look like Mosca's twin brother. Riccio could always make him laugh, even if he didn't feel like it. Riccio shook his head with astonishment. It's great being young. You don't stand out somuch and your stomach fills up more quickly. You know what Scipio always says? No butterfly ever rememberswhat it felt like being a caterpillar.
Page 29 He kept muttering to himself most of the way. People turned their heads, but Victor didn't notice. And who was theother one? Too big to be his little brother. Darn it, darn it, and darn it again! The boy stumbles right intoyour arms and you let him get away. Stupid idiot! No decent detective chases after children. You could pay for tortoise feed even without thisblasted job. Hisoffice still smelled of Esther Hartlieb's hairspray. Phew, he just couldn't get that smell out of his nose.
The boys haunted him day and night. He shouldn't have put their picture up on the wall — they werealways looking at him. Where did they sleep at night? It was already getting quite cold in the evenings, assoon as the sun vanished behind the houses. And because it had rained so much the previous winter thecity had flooded a dozen times.
Still,Venice had lots of nooks and crannies, like an old rabbit warren. There was always some dry place for two children. Some abandoned house. Or one of the manychurches. Not all of them were swarming with tourists. Then heapplied some ointment to his aching foot and sat down at his desk to do some of the paperwork that hadpiled up. After all, he still had other jobs apart from searching for those boys. Perhaps I should sit on the Piazza San Marco more often over the next few days, Victor thought, drinksome coffee, feed the pigeons, and wait for them to turn up.
Everyone inVenice comes to St. Mark'sSquare at least once a day. Why shouldn't that also be true for runaway children? But thelong wait was quickly forgottenanyway, when Prosper pulled the money from his jacket that he hadwangled out of the redbeard.
They sat around him, lost for words, while Riccio, who passed around theremaining pastries, recounted in great detail how Prosper had coolly held his own against Barbarossa. So I getthree brand-new comics from you, Hornet — you haven't forgotten our bet, have you?
And, for once, he had arrived before the moon was alreadyhigh above the roofs of the city. Of course Mosca opened the door without asking for the password andearned himself a terrible telling off. But when Bo came running excitedly toward him, Barbarossa's wadof money in his hands, even Scipio was silenced. He took the money with an amazed expression andcounted every single note. Sure, sure, of course. We've got to celebrate. I haven't much time, so hurry. When he came back witha plastic bag full of olives, bread, pepper-red salami, and a bag of mandorlati, the chocolates wrappedin colorful paper that Scipio liked so much, the others had already spread the cushions and blankets infront of the curtain.
Bo and Hornet had gathered all the candles they could find and their flickering lightfilled the movie theater with dancing shadows. She poured grapejuice into the red goblets Scipio had brought back from one of his previous raids. Then she raised herglass to Prosper.