The candle..

filled with foul powers of sorcerry now broken in his hands, and ofcourse he saw best to bury it. But the dammed worshipper has the only shovel he knows of and he was in no mood to go visit the confused man or hear more about his fantasies of Mitra. He shook his head and walked on, further away from the village until he found the river, with no hesitation he threw the broken parts of the candle into the water.