"Speaking of rumours, Wil, did you get a chance to look at Dunstan?" Aldus turns to Wil, ignoring Cyrward's angry glare. "No, the mayor is keeping his laying-out private. People are upset about it, according to Eadric." "And he can't get in either?" "Nobody can. Brother, there's something odd about it all. I think maybe Dunstan wasn't stabbed. Maybe he wasn't even murdered?"