When Graber returned with the vegetables, they cut them up and added them to the now-simmering pot.
“What is this stone soup stuff?” Graber’s perplexity came through clearly in his tone.
“Have you not heard the tale? My mam told it to me when I was barely walking. There’s nothing like a good stone soup. Of course, the more extras you add, the better it is.”
Graber frowned, still not really getting the picture. He was dense sometimes, as if the wood had grown into his skull. Hanson shook his head, fondness for his friend overcoming his mild disgust at the other man’s literal mind. “Never mind. Just trust me. It works.”
Next, Hanson checked the springhouse and found a bit of meat. He wasn’t sure what creature it might be from. Still it smelled clean and unspoiled, so he took it back to hack up and throw into the pot as well. After the mixture had boiled for a time, he hefted the kettle off the stove