Macbeth was out walking in the field where he and the others had been that night and noticed a beautiful maiden picking flowers and went to her side.

"What's your name, fair matron?"

The woman looked up at him with sparkling blue eyes. "Malmuria, sir,"

"Who's your father?"

"Aberon," she clearly answered and then went back to picking flowers.

"Ah, the twin of Oberon. You must be Lady Aberon's prettiest daughter," he told her and knelt beside her.

"I'm her only daughter and thank you." she told him and it was clear that she wasn't interested in what he was so obviously offering.

"Well, Malmuria, I do believe that you have just found someone that will be happy to court you."

She quickly stood up and looked up at him. "I wasn't aware that I was looking for someone to court me." Then she walked away.

He ran after her and stopped her in her tracks when he stepped in her way. She tried to go around him, but he put his arm out, stopping her.

"You, sir, are not going to give up, are you?" she asked, with the air of royalty.

"Hadn't planned on it," he told her and she just sat down where she stood.

Macbeth looked down at her. "Ma'am, may I ask what you are doing?"

She nodded and said, "You may,"

"What are you doing?" he asked and rolled his eyes.

"Well, I figured that if I'm being held captive that I might as well be comfortable doing it."

"Do you not even care about what I can offer?" he questioned, thinking that she was one strange woman.

She looked up at him and simply stated, "To be honest, sir, I wouldn't care if you were offering me a stable full of ponies."

"Good, because I wasn't offering livestock. More like money,"

Instantly, her eyes brighten up. "How much?"

"Enough to buy the castle on the east hill of the village."

She stood up and looked in his eyes. "Well, if you're going to court me, shouldn't I know who you are?"

He smiled. "Name's Macbeth," He then turned and saw the bottles and cauldron that had made him run quickly out of the field the previous night.

"What's that?" Malmuria asked, looking at the bottles and cauldron.

Macbeth shrugged. "I haven't the fainted clue what these are for or why they are even here."

Malmuria walked over to one of the bottles and picked up. She turned it so he could clearly see the label: Scale of Lizard.

"I don't know what this stuff is for, but who's ever it is can't be trusted." she said throwing the bottle down and walking away.

Macbeth took one last look at the scene and followed her.