Never Bean So Surprised
(aka how Krell found her festival plant)
A year and a half earlier...
As Krell stepped outside of her home, a tow-headed Neran boy of about 10 raced up to her, exclaiming, “Krell, Krell, we need you out at the farm. My da is hurt bad!”
“What happened, Torney?” she asked calmly.
“One of our oxen went crazy and gored him and he's bleeding bad!” the boy exclaimed, fear large in his eyes.
Nodding, Krell stepped back inside her home and retrieved her bandage kit and slung it over the opposite shoulder from her healer's satchel.
Locking her door, she asked Torney, “Can you ride a horse?”
The boy replied matter-of-factly, “Of course.”
“Very well, then. Let's go to the inn and saddle up my horse.” She had a good relationship with the innkeepers of the Plow and Anchor, Pag Drealis and his wife Toshie, and gave the couple free medical treatments in exchange for being able to stable her purebred mare Silversea there for free.
Arriving at the inn some 10 minutes later, she greeted the stableboy Aldren and asked him to saddle up her mare. He nodded, and soon she and Torney were galloping toward the Mantralda farm.
When they arrived at the farm, Torney's mother Katrin came rushing out. “Oh, thank the Virtues!” she exclaimed, tucking a stray strand of honey blonde hair behind her ear. “I think I've got Herv's bleeding under control, but I'll feel much better after you look at him.”
Krell nodded and went in to examine the farmer. She cleaned the wound and bandaged it, then mixed up a salve to help with healing once the wound closed. She also left some herbs with Katrin to mix up as needed for pain.
Once she was satisfied Herv was in no immediate danger, she asked him, “So do you know why your ox turned on you? You might not survive if this happens again.”
Herv replied tersely, “I know why this happened and it won't be happening again.”
Krell assumed that the reason was something that the farmer was embarrassed by, so she didn't pry. “See that it doesn't. You don't like visits from me, and I don't like visiting you either for reasons like this.” She grinned to show she was teasing.
The stolid farmer grumbled, but nodded. Katrin came in and assured her, “I'll make sure he stays down.”
As she went to take her leave, Katrin brought a bag out to her. Krell peeked inside and saw a few hundred white seeds the size of a small pebble that she didn't recognize. She gave Katrin a quizzical look.
Katrin said, “Herv's been growing an experimental crop, and those seeds are part of the harvest. Do you know what spireflowers are?”
Krell didn't recognize the name, so she shook her head.
Katrin said, “They're wildflowers that are fairly common in the spring. I don't know what their actual name is, but Herv calls them spireflowers, because the they have pointy tops just like a spire. At any rate, I guess a bunch of them got into one of our fields last year and Herv never got around to pulling them out due to various unexpected repairs that had to be done. When the flowers went to seed, we harvested the pods with the idea of maybe planting some of them in the front yard.”
“I put the seeds into a pouch and set them aside for planting this spring. When spring came around, I put them into a bucket and left it outside, thinking I'd get out to plant them. About that time, Torney came down with the pox, then Subie got it, and I was so busy nursing them that I forgot about planting those seeds. We had a lot of rain during that time, and by the time I found the bucket again, they'd plumped up and clearly weren't good for planting. Herv and I both thought they looked like beans at that point, but they were starting to mold up. Herv had some of the same seeds from elsewhere, so we decided to plant some experimentally and see if they really are beans. I've been soaking a batch now for about 10 days and they have become noticeably less bitter. I'm hoping that within the next week, the bitterness will be completely gone.”
Krell said, “Bitterness can sometimes indicate the presence of toxins. As a way of keeping animals from eating the plant, I guess.”
She then took her leave from the Mantraldas and returned to town. Knowing she would be likely to forget about beans that needed to soak for 10+ days, she went to the Plow and Anchor to restable Silversea and then went back into the kitchen to find the Drealis' cook, Nansy. She held out the bag of maybe-beans to the rotund gray-haired woman and explained everything that Katrin had told her about preparing the beans.
“I don't know if it will work, but Katrin said the beans were becoming less bitter after 10 days of soaking.”
Squinting, Nansy asked, “Should I leave them in the same water for these 10+ days?”
Krell replied, “I wouldn't. If the bitterness is evidence of toxins, the more fresh water you can soak them in, the more of those toxins will get washed away. I say change the water at least once a day and preferably twice.”
Nansy nodded and took the bag.
Two and a half weeks later...
After a long day of herb-gathering, Krell walked into the Plow and Anchor around 4 pm one afternoon to grab a bite to eat. She waved to Toshie, who was busy sweeping the floor.
Looking up from her sweeping, Toshie smiled at her and said, “Oh, it's good to see you, Krell. Looks like you've been out gathering herbs.”
Krell nodded, pulling her herb basket off her back and setting it down at her feet. “Yeah, I had a few things I was out of. How are you and Pag doing?”
“We're just fine. Busy with the inn as always. You here for some food?”
Krell nodded. “I am. Didn't each much breakfast and only ate a honeycake at lunch. I worked hard today and am famished for something more hearty. What's your special today?”
Toshie said, “Nansy whipped up a special stew using a new recipe that has been especially popular. Would you like a bowl?”
“Please. And I'd also like two slices of whatever meat you have available as well as a serving of whatever bread you have on hand.”
“Right now, we only have chicken for the meat and cross buns for the bread.”
“That will be fine,” Krell told her.
When Toshie returned several minutes later with Krell's food, she told her, “Nansy tells me we have you to thank for the stew's popularity.”
“Me?” replied Krell, honestly confused. “But I can barely cook the most basic of dishes.”
Toshie said, “Why don't you take a bite of the stew?”
Studying the stew, Krell thought she recognized most of the ingredients. The only thing she didn't recognize was a deep yellow bean somewhat larger than a kernel of yellow corn. She obediently raised a spoonful of the stew to her mouth and began chewing. The stew was well spiced and the vegetables were well cooked but not soggy. The yellow beans had a slightly nutty flavor that added an interesting undertone to the flavor of the stew. She eagerly took another mouthful.
“It's very good,” Krell agreed after she had swallowed the second mouthful. “But I really can't imagine how I'm responsible for this.”
Cocking her head, Toshie said, “Nansy said you left a bag of beans with her a few weeks ago that you got from the Mantraldas. Is that not true?”
Remembering now, Krell said. “Yeah, it's true.” Then she chuckled, “I'd almost forgotten about that.”
“We do have a few burning questions. What are these beans called? We've also had farmers wanting to grow them and haven't known what to tell them.”
Remembering everything the Mantraldas told her, Krell replied, “Tell people to talk to Herv Mantralda about how to grow them, but as for the name, just call them spire beans.”