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28 boil, and it’s a grand pot of broth will be before me then.

. And is that all you have to put in it?

. Nothing at all but that—only, maybe, a bit of an herb for fear the enchantment might slip away from it. You wouldn’t have a bit of Slanlus in the house, ma’am, that was cut with a black-handled knife?

. No, indeed, I have none of that in the house.

. Or a bit of the Fearavan that was picked when the wind was from the north?

. No, indeed, I’m sorry there’s none.

. Or a sprig of the Athair-talav, the father of herbs?

. There’s plenty of it by the hedge. I’ll go out and get it for you.

. Oh, don’t mind taking so much trouble; those leaves beside me will do well enough. [He takes a couple of good handfuls of the cabbage and onions and puts them in.] . But where at all did you get the stone?

. Well, it is how it happened. I was out one time, and a grand greyhound with me, and it followed a hare, and I went after it. And I came up at last to the edge of a gravel pit where there were a few withered furze bushes, and there was my fine hound sitting up, and it shivering, and a little old man sitting before him, and he taking off a