Such sweet a taste does victory leave in my mouth. Over hill and glen can King Duncan's banner once again fly in safety. Our troops can again laugh. They joke, play cards, most have had wee drink or two from the scotch. The traitor's army is routed, many thanks we send to our good lord in heaven. It is good to see that He would not let a rightful king be unseated by an dastardly usurper. There is time now to relax, time to be merry. I am on my way to Macbeth's residence, there for the king to join us. We are planning for a most magnificent banquet, food and drink will flow free as a river. Perhaps I should here end this writing, Macbeth calls.
What a most weird and strange occurrence has just happened. As Macbeth and I were traveling, three witches accosted us. The most unnatural predictions did they speak, they say Macbeth is to be Thane of Cawdor, and even King of Scotland. I thought all the little of it, why should I do otherwise? There is no shortage of lunatics in Scotland, bah, I do think poor Macbeth married one. No, I made light of it to Macbeth, but he did not find my humor to be in a light spirit. He was shaken too much by these prophecies.
But then, the most unnerving events took place. When our good king Duncan spoke to us, congratulating us on our glorious victory and brining news, he spoke the most dreadful words. Our king, God bless him, scared me more in his making of Macbeth the Thane of Cawdor than any devil or demon lurking in the black depths of a vile hell ever could. The witches prophecy seems to be coming true, but I fear for Macbeth, and King Duncan. I am worried that Macbeth might do something rash, something out of his place.
If you do not believe me, that can be easily forgiven, but you do not know Macbeth like I do. He is eloquent, fine, mannered, and noble. He is a gentleman of the highest honor, and that is why I fear. You see, Macbeth is never content. He is always striving to be more than he is, to be better, stronger, bolder, smarter. I fear that this side of him, this arrogant, prideful side will be urged on all too much by this revelation. You did not see the look in his eyes when the King spoke those devilish words to him. If Macbeth sets his mind to the kingship, there will be no stopping him.
I will keep his confidence, for as much as he is ambitious, Macbeth is a solid man, and from his words I can tell he doubts the intentions of the witches as well. He will prove himself stronger than the devil that presents itself here.
Yet, I do wonder for myself too. With Macbeth's prophecy unfolding for him, what will become of the witch's words to me? That I would never be king, but my children would be? This makes no sense, none of it does. I hope not for change, may King Duncan live long. As I snuff out this dying candle by which I scribe my tale, I can not begin to dream what tomorrow shall bring.