"What should we do today?" Mathalda asked her two sisters. Her sisters shrugged and Mathalda sighed. Being triplet witches was not as interesting as one might assume. Now that they had finished toying with Macbeth, it seemed there was not a victim in the kingdom they would delight in tempting more than their last conquest. Their role in Macbeth's life, however crucial, was now over. All they could do now was watch from afar and wonder how different things might have turned out if they had never concocted a plan to tempt him in the first place.
"Perhaps Donalbain would be a good next target?" Anneta suggested.
"Perhaps Lady Macbeth?" advised the youngest of the sisters, Saren.
Now this interested the other sisters. By selecting Lady Macbeth for their next victim, they could continue the legacy they had started with Macbeth. They reached a consensus without any words spoken. Instead, the decision was made with a look and a simultaneous smile shared between the three. The sisters were certainly mischievous creatures! Their final job was to find a fatal character flaw in the subject of their new experiment. That was the easiest part.
A long time ago, Lady Macbeth had shown her power hungry, greedy self. Though it was well-hidden beneath her façade of being a loyal housewife and, more importantly, a queen, it was still simmering beneath the surface. Oh, yes, Lady Macbeth was certainly the same woman as she was when she plotted to murder King Duncan in cold blood. How could they lead her astray this time? What more power could she have than to be queen of a sizable kingdom? The witches were powerful, but they could not offer the world to her.
Suddenly and very ironically, a cloaked figure appeared and revealed herself to be none other than Lady Macbeth. She removed her hood, letting the light hit her face and removing all doubt from the witches' minds that this was, indeed, the woman they had discussed moments ago. The only thing remaining to be seen was her reason for allowing herself to journey to the witches by herself. It was a long trip and very hazardous, so it could be assumed that the matter was of utmost importance.
"Always a pleasure to see you," Mathalda spoke first, "What brings you to this part of the Haunted Forest?"
"I have heard whispered rumors of a potion that will take the breath from your lungs in an instant leaving none the wiser. I would like to have it, tonight if possible," Lady Macbeth replied.
"You mean you want to kill Macbeth? That's all you have to say. You don't have to be so dramatic all the time," the youngest sister cackled, ladling the potion from her cauldron as she spoke.
Lady Macbeth snorted in derision, turned on her heel, and abruptly, she left the room. She offered no word of thanks. Luckily, none was needed. The witches' reward would be watching the story unfold from their crystal ball.
