The Breaking Wheel

Chapter 59: Humboldt

Charlie ran his fingertips over the rocky orb, checking the hole he had pierced through it. Carving the bead had been a massive pain, which was compounded by his blindness, but after a few dozen tries, he'd finally been able to produce something that - hopefully - resembled a bead.

John's light footsteps drew near. "Wow, that's actually pretty good."

Charlie smiled ruefully. "It's not much, but it'll have to suffice. My deadline is today."

John clapped him on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it. It'll be great."

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"Oy, Charlemagne, haven't seen you in a while! Good to see you!"

Charlie whirled around. "Humboldt! Good to see you too!"

Humboldt was a distant cousin of his. A boisterous fellow, always cheerful and making merry and a master at reading people. When Charlie was down, he was always there as a light in the darkness and turmoil.

He could hear the frown in Humboldt's voice. "Cousinkins, what's a-botherin' you? Is it somethin' with the Collingwood girl?"

Humboldt had been in on the fact that he and his brothers had been watching over her and would often provide excuses for them while they were off to check on her. Over time, he'd come to care for her just as he did.

"She's... not herself, to say the least."

"Oh, ho ho ho! Does someone need a little cheering up?"

Charlie shook his head. "I appreciate the thought, but we've tried it before, and it only makes her more upset."

Humboldt was silent. After a long while he let out a deep, throaty growl.

"It's somethin' to do with that serpent, isn't it?"

"Yes."

Humboldt tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Well, it seems like this is out of my power. She's really the only one who can decide what to do, but the best course of action would be for her to let it all out. Perhaps you should try to gently nudge her to do that."

Charlie smiled. Even now, Humboldt's eternal optimism was infectious.

"Thanks, Humboldt. I'll try to do just that."