All I can do now is sit and wait for you and to contemplate the events which led to my being the target of your blade rather than your ally in battle.

It started that night on the heath when Banquo and I came upon the three weird sisters. So foul and fair a day that was. Glorious from battle our spirits were high although the thoughts of the many that had fallen kept our talk solemn, despite our victory.

We knew not if the sisters were mortal or just supernatural apparitions but the words they spoke appeared real. Real enough for me to consider their divinations rather than ride on and dismiss the whole encounter. They addressed me as both Thane of Glamis and Cawdor. Thane of Glamis I knew to be true due to Sinel’s death, but surely the Thane of Cawdor still lived. It was their third prediction that shocked me most of all when they claimed that I, Macbeth, would be king hereafter. Before I had time to consider this further, a message arrived from King Duncan pronouncing me Thane of Cawdor. Two of the foretellings were now confirmed as true, leaving only the third.

If only I could have predicted the pain I felt after the deed was done. I deeply regretted my crime as soon as I’d done it. I prayed that Duncan would wake from his sleep but from that night even sleep was murdered as my conscience would not allow me the comfort of sleep. My wife told me a little water would clear us of this deed but I could not see how even all Neptune’s oceans could wash clean my blood-stained hands.

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