In contrast, Bart looks rather well put-together, in a dual-patterned long coat and neat scarf wrapped loose around his neck, hair tied back from his face and dark eyes turned up on the new arrival. Why are so many of them so tall?

"Come, I know a place that makes a really lovely cider," he offers, and gestures down the cobbled path back toward the village proper. The singing hasn't yet ceased and the candles are still lit, so he knows it will be some time before the mourners disperse and return to their lives.