Oliver B. Bomble, a gentleman of independent wealth, and his good friend Ocelot delve into the mystery of a mighty giant on a mission to set things straight in the world. The story is published in daily installments and will run until Election Day. All previous installments can be found below the current episode.
When, after an extended stay in slumber land, Squire Bomble opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was an oversized cast where his left leg used to be. Held aloft by a rope and pulley, it rocked gently as he rose from his pillow.
“W-whadizzat?” he stammered.
“A double-fitted splint,” Professor Zicboq replied with scholarly detachment. “I have tried my best to give it an acceptable appearance, but I’ll be the first to admit that the result could be aesthetically more pleasing. Chalk it up to a lack of routine on my part.”
“You were caught in an avalanche,” Ocelot explained. “We were able to get you out and luckily found this attic room for rent in a nearby village.”
“Yes, you were quite fortunate, I must say,” the scientist added. “Fortunate to have a polymath like me by your side. You should be thankful.”
“Thankful? How? And why?” Squire Ollie asked painfully. “I want to go home!”
“Understood; but you should still be thankful that I was able to help you,” the professor continued. “After all, your case does not fall within my usual purview, and your sprain interests me strictly in a psychological sense.”
“Please release my leg,” Squire Bomble pleaded, but his healer shook his head with an uncommitted smile.
“You need rest,” he said kindly but firmly. “Rest and sustenance, my dear Sir. I now have to return to my exploration of the Barribal-syndrome, but you’ll surely hear from me again. Have a good day!”
With these words, he picked up his medical toolkit and breezily left the dingy garret.
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