Obviously, it was reserved specifically for him and it was empty. Macbeth’s smile faded off, his face was pallid and he mumbled a few words. Tension grew stronger; clearly every guest exhibited concern about the King. Lady Macbeth intervened and called him aside; still he refused to leave. The northwest winds hit the castle and the curtains fluttered uncontrollably distracting everyone in the room. Lady Macbeth returned from the kitchen and apologized for her husband behavior. In the meanwhile, I commenced a conversation with a few gentlemen,
__ “We ought to be grateful with our new King, hopefully he will back us up entirely. There is no one better than him for this position”, I stated.
__ “Banquo disrespected our king with his absence”, Lennox said.
__ “Banquo is known for his punctuality and commitment, something must have gone wrong”, I answered.
Lady Macbeth interrupted and kindly asked us to vacate the castle, since our king was not feeling healthy; yet she confirmed that he will recover promptly. No soul spoke including myself, but we all felt the same rigidity and anxiety initiated by the recent events. We did not doubt Macbeth’s claim to the throne but something did not feel