"Da says Dunstan wouldn't have liked people crowding round," Eadric explains as they make their way through the market square. "So he's laid out in private." "But what about his candles? And the grave gifts?" "Lots of people have tried, but Da isn't letting anyone in. Not even me." Eadric looks miserable. "He said they could light candles in a separate room, and leave the grave gifts there too, but that's no good for a poem or a song. It's making people more upset, but he won't change his mind." "I see," Wil says, but he doesn't. It doesn't make sense at all. He frowns.