There were some broken gravestones; that was not something Macbeth had seen since he'd been here. But he could sense the anger here; a tang in the air not unlike blood: something he knew only too well.
He was working to keep his distance. Keep Martha - his wife - safe, keep away from those who would do harm. (There was a
stuffed cat sitting between the bars of the fence.)
He set about clearing the broken granite: the dead deserved better.