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Date de parution
01 septembre 1992
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9781441270887
Langue
English
Publié par
Date de parution
01 septembre 1992
Nombre de lectures
0
EAN13
9781441270887
Langue
English
© 1992 by T. Davis Bunn
Published by Bethany House Publishers 11400 Hampshire Avenue South Bloomington, Minnesota 55438 www.bethanyhouse.com
Bethany House Publishers is a division of Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan www.bakerpublishinggroup.com
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ISBN 978-1-4412-7088-7
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All scripture quotations, unless indicated, are taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version ®. NIV ®. Copyright 1973, 1978, 1984 by Biblica, Inc.© Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved worldwide. The “NIV” and “New International Version” trademarks are registered in the United States Patent and Trademark Office by International Bible Society. Use of either trademark requires the permission of International Bible Society. www.zondervan.com
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Reviewers acclaim T. Davis Bunn’s novel The Maestro
“ The Maestro is a wonderful story of God’s hand bringing spiritual and creative seeds to full fruit. All of us struggle with how to best offer our talents to God. This is a powerful story of that struggle, and will encourage anyone dealing with these questions. It is truly a book with vision.”
M ARTY M C C ALL
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“In The Maestro , T. Davis Bunn shows a fine gift for story-telling. He weaves together the external events of a person’s life with an inner spiritual journey, and combines a seriousness of theme with a splendid sense of humor.”
R EVEREND P AUL S. F IDDES
Principal Director
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Oxford University
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“The story is powerful, carefully researched, and well-developed. Gianni’s personal struggle mirrors those of many young people, and the guidance he receives is guidance for the reader as well. This book would be an excellent choice for persons for whom music is a priority. It is one of the best novels I’ve read in a long time.”
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“ The Maestro does a very rare and beautiful thing it lays bare the tenuous relationship between a man’s gift, and the God who placed that gift in him. The world in which these characters move is as real as any that Dickens ever created.”
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“You are a very good writer. Your descriptive passages are poetic!”
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Selected as one of the twenty “Essential Reading” novels along with books by Bunyan, Milton, Austin, Dickens, and C. S. Lewis by Colin Duriez for the European Christian bookstore journal.
This book is dedicated to my father Thomas D. Bunn with love and thanks for the divine grace that has made us friends.
CONTENTS
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
Endorsements
Dedication
Author’s Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Other Books by Author
“My son, if you accept my words and store up my commands within you, Turning your ear to wisdom and applying your heart to understanding, And if you call out for insight and cry aloud for understanding, And if you look for it as for silver and search for it as for hidden treasure, Then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God.” P ROVERBS 2:1–5 “Until a man has found God and been found by God, he begins at no beginning, he works to no end. He may have his friendships, his partial loyalties, his scraps of honor. But all these things fall into place, and life falls into place, only with God.” H. G. W ELLS
AUTHOR’S NOTE
As with Florian’s Gate , antiques described in these pages, including the medieval chalice, do indeed exist. Prices quoted here reflect either recent purchases or estimates.
Information on reliquaries was garnered from a number of sources, and fashioned to suit this story.
As to the Amber Room, all information given in these pages leading up to the end of World War II including its label as the Eighth Wonder of the World is true.
The search continues . . .
CHAPTER 1
Jeffrey Allen Sinclair worked hard at maintaining his calm. This bank vault was the closest he had ever come to being entombed.
“You oughtta give me some room for maneuvering, kid.” The buyer was a silver-maned gentleman whom Betty had introduced only as Marv. His accent was New Jersey, his manner brash. “One point one mil plus change is kinda steep.”
The Swiss bank’s central underground vault was tucked discreetly behind the safety-deposit chambers, and reminded Jeffrey of a fur-lined cave. Plush maroon carpet, toned to match the thousands and thousands of burnished metal boxes, covered every available surface floors, walls, ceilings, private inspection booths, even the wheeled tables used for carting security boxes back and forth. This padding sucked sound from the air, leaving a brooding oppressiveness, a sensation that human passage here was barely tolerated.
The Rubens portrait of Isabel of Bourbon was a splash of life in the deadened chamber. Recessed lighting fell with vivid clarity on the painting, leaving the viewers and the rest of the room in shadows. That and the painting’s obvious mastery of execution lent the portrait a singular power.
“That was the agreement,” Jeffrey said, feeling as though the walls were eating his words. “We’ve done our part. We’ve had an expert authenticate and appraise the painting, and we’ve sought no competing bids. In return, as we told Betty, we expect no negotiation on the established price.”
The painting had been entrusted to him by Dr. Pavel Rokovski in Cracow, to be smuggled out of Poland. Jeffrey was instructed to sell it as quietly as possible to someone who would respect the Polish government’s need to keep the sale very private.
“Buy it, Marv,” Betty said. An antiques dealer who had done business with Jeffrey on a number of occasions, she projected a polished self-assurance unaffected by their surroundings. “If you don’t, I will.”
“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Marv sighed, reached into his coat pocket, and drew out a single-page banker’s draft. “Can’t shoot a guy for trying.”
Jeffrey accepted the draft, counted the zeros, read the words, resisted the urge to kiss the document. “Maybe you two could decide on the transport arrangements.”
Betty inspected the tall young man with evident approval. Since Jeffrey had begun working at Alexander Kantor’s antique shop in London eighteen months before, she had taken great pleasure watching him grow in the trade. She replied, “That’s already taken care of.”
“Yeah, the lady said you were for real; she did all the detail work before we got here.” Marv shifted in his leather-lined seat. “Got something I wanna ask you, kid.”
“Jeffrey,” Betty corrected. “The young man’s name is Jeffrey. He’s just done you a great favor, Marv. The least you could do is try to remember his name.”
“Taking over a mil offa me is a favor?”
“Giving you the right to buy a Rubens at any price is a favor, and you know it.”
“Okay, Jeffrey, then.”
Betty rose to her feet. “Well, Jeffrey, I owe you one.”
“Seems to me it’s mutual.”
She shook her head. “You took me at my word.”
“I trust you, Betty.”
“I’m sure someone else has paid me such a nice compliment, but I can’t remember when. Can I buy you lunch?”
He glanced at his watch. “I don’t think there’s time. I’ve got a plane back to London at two. Alexander’s expecting me.”
“I’ll walk you out, then, if that’s okay.”
“It’d be great.”
“You’ve already taken care of the export documents?”
He nodded. “They’re with the bank manager. He’ll get a confirmation on this check and hand them over.”
“That’s it, then.” She turned toward the automatic door, asked, “You ready, Marv?”
“We’re right behind you,” Marv replied. He waited for the door to sigh shut behind her, then said, “You’re okay, kid.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“No muss, no fuss, just like the lady said. I like that.” He was a well-groomed man in his fifties, with the look of a silver-maned wolf. Not a fox a fox was too sleek an image, too polished. But a winter wolf, yes. Jeffrey could easily picture Marv emerging from snow-covered woods to howl at the moon. “The lady tells me secrecy’s top on your list with this one, am I right?”
“It would help us a lot if the painting effectively disappeared, yes.”
“Say no more, kid. And don’t you worry. Where this painting’s gonna go, it might as well stay buried down here in this vault.” He gave the portrait another long look, nodded once. “Okay, that’s enough. Let’s get outta here. This place is giving me the heebie-jeebies. Tomb of Crazy Eddie the Carpet King.”
On their way past the long rows of gleaming metal drawers, Marv asked, “You got anything else like this hanging around?”
“This is the first painting of world-class standing I’ve ever handled,” Jeffrey confessed.
“Who said anything about paintings?” He stopped their forward progress by jabbing two fingers into Jeffrey’s chest. “Look, you’re a good kid. You’re smart, you got class, you keep y
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