The sky was dark as pitch that knight as the gentle breeze tossed the tops
of the trees to and fro. The cool evening caressed the hard stone of the
castle Inverness and the owl hooted softly in the distance.
The King had come to Inverness, bringing with him the heroes of the war. It was good to see my father again and even better to see him alive. I had waited so long for him at Inverness; I almost did not recognize his strong, smiling face when I had seen him earlier that evening.
I bore his torch for him that night as he and I walked restlessly around the grounds. He could not sleep so therefore, I could not sleep. It was quite late, past midnight, I believe, but my father did not show a single sign of tiredness. I did not dare show him how sleepy I actually was.
It was then that he gave me his sword, though only so I could relieve him the burden of holding it. It was, after all, quite a heavy sword, but my father was, after all, the mighty Banquo, mightiest of all Scotland.
Father spoke to me as though he were speaking to no one, not truly speaking to me. His thoughts were restless and I did not understand most of what he spoke. There was an expression of deep concern in his eyes even visible in the weak light of the dying torch.
The Thane of Glamis and Cawdor, Macbeth, still new in his title, approached us. He and my father spoke a while and we left for our chamber.
The King had come to Inverness, bringing with him the heroes of the war. It was good to see my father again and even better to see him alive. I had waited so long for him at Inverness; I almost did not recognize his strong, smiling face when I had seen him earlier that evening.
I bore his torch for him that night as he and I walked restlessly around the grounds. He could not sleep so therefore, I could not sleep. It was quite late, past midnight, I believe, but my father did not show a single sign of tiredness. I did not dare show him how sleepy I actually was.
It was then that he gave me his sword, though only so I could relieve him the burden of holding it. It was, after all, quite a heavy sword, but my father was, after all, the mighty Banquo, mightiest of all Scotland.
Father spoke to me as though he were speaking to no one, not truly speaking to me. His thoughts were restless and I did not understand most of what he spoke. There was an expression of deep concern in his eyes even visible in the weak light of the dying torch.
The Thane of Glamis and Cawdor, Macbeth, still new in his title, approached us. He and my father spoke a while and we left for our chamber.