"Your Worship," the leaner woman said, stepping forward with the kind of quiet intensity that suggested she was not someone who gave ground easily. "We don't wish to cause Lady Jocelynn any distress. But we've heard that it's tradition among the people of Blackwell for those who knew the departed to gather and drink to their memory, singing and sharing stories of their life to help the family in their grief."
Aubin's bushy white eyebrows rose slightly at the comment. It had created a stir in the temple when he permitted Lady Jocelynn and her household to sing a sailor's drinking song during Confessor Eleanor's funeral.
