Banquo’s Diary Entry

My army and I were fighting the Norwegian forces and some Scottish rebels.
Numbers of us died, and several got hurt. Macbeth (the Thane of Glamis) fought
bravely, and was truly loyal to King Duncan. The battle was long and hard.

Finally, the rebels ran away. Chickens! When the battle was over, I sounded the
drum as Macbeth had ordered me, and we went to share the wonderful news of our
victory. What a triumphant day it was!

As we were going, we heard creepy noises. Shrieking voices, soft whispers, and
ominous crackles. I yelled at the mist. Three hideous figures emerged. One was tall
and skinny, the other plump and short, and the last one was vile.

These weirdos promised Macbeth he’d be Thane of Cawdor and King of Scotland! I
was curious to know what would happen to me, so I asked. They promised me that
my children would be kings, but I wouldn’t…

I could tell Macbeth was thinking about our encounter with these three creatures.
I tried telling him not to believe these strangers, but I could say he was not even
paying attention. I think he forgot about it anyway, because we were talking to
three noblemen, Ross, Angus and Lennox about the battle when we arrived at the
king’s camp.

The King thanked us, made Macbeth Thane of Cawdor since the other was
sentenced to death, and decided we’d all go with Macbeth to Inverness, to feast in
his huge castle (Dunsinane). Macbeth scribbled something in a piece of parchment
and sent it to his wife, Lady Macbeth. I would’ve peeped at his writing if only the
King wasn’t there. It would’ve been utterly dumb peering at an adult like a child in
front of a royal person. Macbeth was thinking about these prophecies, I knew it!

Soon, I felt very exhausted, so I rode my horse and galloped after King Duncan.
Macbeth went to inform his wife of our coming, so we just said bye. Soon, we went
and ate the most delicious food ever. It was so good I had second helpings!
Then, we thanked Macbeth and put the king to bed. He was happy thanks to
Macbeth’s great hospitality. Everyone was asleep but me for I was having
nightmares. Although tired, I took Fleance up the roof for a walk with me.

It was just past midnight when we saw a figure. My son yelled at the stranger to
tell us who he was. I could’ve passed out, but Fleance’s loud voice was so deafening
it knocked the dizziness out of me. I glared at the figure, but it smiled. He was
Macbeth. I was such a coward!

Macbeth and I chatted before going to sleep. I went to my chamber and snoozed,
relaxed and happy. I was dreaming of something soothing and lovely…

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! There was a load of men in their nighties in my room,
yelling. I was confused. Noblemen aren’t uncultivated, are they? Why would
someone barge into a room in their nightshirt?

I asked them to calm down and get dressed properly (because wearing a nightie in
front of the king was inappropriate, and he’d wake up soon because of this ruckus!)
They said the king won’t see them. I asked them what on earth was happening.

They said the king was MURDERED! Who would’ve done such a dreadful thing? I
got up from bed immediately and raised the alarm. Macbeth seemed calmer than
the other men, though. I suspected him.

Lady Macbeth fainted, so Macbeth and Lennox were off to take care of her. She
wasn’t pale, but I let them go anyway.

Days after the king was buried, Macbeth was crowned the new king since Malcolm
and Donalbain fled. Everyone suspected them but didn’t dare mention that in front
of Macbeth. Could the prophesies have come true, or was Macbeth’s fate the
result of his own actions? Nobody will ever know.

There is a banquet coming up tonight. If I come late, the king would be mad. You
know what would be next. It’s off with my head! I had better go hunting with
Fleance soon. Speaking of that, Macbeth asked me about whether I will go hunting
with Fleance or not. None of his business, but I just answered. Let’s just hope he
doesn’t read this diary: again, it would be OFF WITH MY HEAD!