The cat didn’t reply; instead, he simply strident regally out of the alley.
The girl furrowed her brow, ignoring the cat and taking notice of Fleance’s sudden interest in the shadows, “Say” she grinned alacritous, “Are you here alone? My aunts and I could offer you a place to stay if you’d like.”
Fleance assiduously examined the dirt-ridden floor. His father had warned him against the dangers of the world. In fact, before Banquo had been murdered he tended to be an extremely vigilant man; although perhaps a little too on edge. However, Fleance’s stomach groaned and his wounds screamed and he wished for nothing more than a bowl of hot soup and a warm blanket.
He sighed, hoping his father would not be too disappointed with his ignominious behavior, …show more content…
Fleance, incapacitated, didn’t reply, which the woman seized as an excuse to continue asking questions.
“You here to figure out how to fulfill our prophecy? Or maybe you’re here to convince us to raise your daddy from the dead!” she clapped her hands, glancing at her sisters who cackled in response. “Now as much as we despise that foolish Macbeth fellow, we ain’t just gonna help you for fun.”
Fleance’s heart raced.
What is she babbling about?
“I-I don’t kn-” he stammered before he suddenly remembered, “Ohhhhh.”
Memories flooded his mind. Banquo hesitantly offering Fleance his sword before quickly snatching it away. Banquo frantically muttering to Fleance about some supernatural encounter with Macbeth.
“They said he would be king.” Banquo had whispered, his eyes nearly popping out of his weathered head.
“Who father?” Fleance had inquired, concerned about his father’s sudden panic.
Banquo had simply shaken his head, “The Witches.”
Fleance had fought the urge to erupt into laughter. What kind of nonsense had Macbeth been feeding to his father?
“I will not be king.” He had stared dead into Fleance eyes. “But perhaps you will.”
Fleance had brushed off his father’s bizarre muttering, but now, looking around the dreary kitchen at the three masculine women, he …show more content…
He appeared to be pretty beat up in the alley.”
Fleance was apoplectic, “Surely you didn’t bring me in just because I am hurt. You knew I was Banquo’s son!”
Katerina only examined the rusty floor.
“No matter.” Winnie smiled. “We will help you return home only if you do something for us.”
Fleance hesitated, “What?”
The witch narrowed her silvery eyes, “Promise us you’ll stop at nothing to fulfill our prophecy.”
The second sister cackled, “Yes, that Macbeth fellow has been acting awfully dreadful.”
Winnie ignored her sister, her gaze intently fixated upon Fleance, “So do we have a deal?”
Fleance wondered how they even knew Banquo had shared the prophecy with him. He also wondered what Macbeth had done to ensconce himself on the witches’ bad side. Fleance knew his father would never approve of such bargaining but then again wouldn’t Banquo love to see him, his only son, sitting lavishly upon the thrown?
Fleance offered a small hand to Winnie, “Deal.” He glanced at Katerina, “But Kat’s coming with me.”
****
“You should know, kid,” Katerina began, condescendence slipping into her tone, “You returning home and sitting on that thrown is completely
The girl furrowed her brow, ignoring the cat and taking notice of Fleance’s sudden interest in the shadows, “Say” she grinned alacritous, “Are you here alone? My aunts and I could offer you a place to stay if you’d like.”
Fleance assiduously examined the dirt-ridden floor. His father had warned him against the dangers of the world. In fact, before Banquo had been murdered he tended to be an extremely vigilant man; although perhaps a little too on edge. However, Fleance’s stomach groaned and his wounds screamed and he wished for nothing more than a bowl of hot soup and a warm blanket.
He sighed, hoping his father would not be too disappointed with his ignominious behavior, …show more content…
Fleance, incapacitated, didn’t reply, which the woman seized as an excuse to continue asking questions.
“You here to figure out how to fulfill our prophecy? Or maybe you’re here to convince us to raise your daddy from the dead!” she clapped her hands, glancing at her sisters who cackled in response. “Now as much as we despise that foolish Macbeth fellow, we ain’t just gonna help you for fun.”
Fleance’s heart raced.
What is she babbling about?
“I-I don’t kn-” he stammered before he suddenly remembered, “Ohhhhh.”
Memories flooded his mind. Banquo hesitantly offering Fleance his sword before quickly snatching it away. Banquo frantically muttering to Fleance about some supernatural encounter with Macbeth.
“They said he would be king.” Banquo had whispered, his eyes nearly popping out of his weathered head.
“Who father?” Fleance had inquired, concerned about his father’s sudden panic.
Banquo had simply shaken his head, “The Witches.”
Fleance had fought the urge to erupt into laughter. What kind of nonsense had Macbeth been feeding to his father?
“I will not be king.” He had stared dead into Fleance eyes. “But perhaps you will.”
Fleance had brushed off his father’s bizarre muttering, but now, looking around the dreary kitchen at the three masculine women, he …show more content…
He appeared to be pretty beat up in the alley.”
Fleance was apoplectic, “Surely you didn’t bring me in just because I am hurt. You knew I was Banquo’s son!”
Katerina only examined the rusty floor.
“No matter.” Winnie smiled. “We will help you return home only if you do something for us.”
Fleance hesitated, “What?”
The witch narrowed her silvery eyes, “Promise us you’ll stop at nothing to fulfill our prophecy.”
The second sister cackled, “Yes, that Macbeth fellow has been acting awfully dreadful.”
Winnie ignored her sister, her gaze intently fixated upon Fleance, “So do we have a deal?”
Fleance wondered how they even knew Banquo had shared the prophecy with him. He also wondered what Macbeth had done to ensconce himself on the witches’ bad side. Fleance knew his father would never approve of such bargaining but then again wouldn’t Banquo love to see him, his only son, sitting lavishly upon the thrown?
Fleance offered a small hand to Winnie, “Deal.” He glanced at Katerina, “But Kat’s coming with me.”
****
“You should know, kid,” Katerina began, condescendence slipping into her tone, “You returning home and sitting on that thrown is completely