Apparition central
“Come in dearie” said Chattox
“How now, you secret black and midnight hags” said Macbeth
“Well you’ve been busy” said Devills but decided not to go on fearing headmistress Hecate would be back.
“What can we do you for?” she said instead.
“I’m having a bit of a wobble really” said Macbeth “I mean, given what you said about being king and that and the Mrs was all for it. It was all I could do to stop her running in and bashing his head in , but I said no, we have to box clever here and I figured we have to make it look like someone else did it and then I got some murderers, professional ones, know all about best practice in killing.” He took a breath, “Anyway, I just thought I would check in with you and see if it is still ok” he raised one eyebrow quizzically.
The three witches looked at each other and started chucking more ingredients in the cauldron.
“You just sit there and we will consult the other world”
“pour in sow’s blood” said Whorewitch
“You pour it your nearer” said Chattox
“I can’t” hissed Whorewitch
Chattox sighed, Whorewitch and Devills were a bit funny over all things porcine and didn’t eat or touch it if it could be helped.
“hang on, stand back, apparition coming through”
Macbeth leaned forward a head swam through the mist, with a helmet on.
“What does it mean?” he asked
“Well, yes this is your typical apparition for a gentleman like your good self, just make sure you bump off Macduff then carry on and it will all be hunky dory” said Devills with some conviction.
Chattox threw something else into the cauldron and the mist swirled again,
it was a child, all bloody like a new-born, “What is this, hag?”
“Hag yourself,” said Chattox “I know this one, don’t tell me, yes, got it! This one means you cannot be killed by a man born of a woman!” she said triumphantly.
“That has to be good then” said Macbeth looking around at them, “I mean, who isn’t?” he started to relax now and slapped his leg smiling and whistling in eager anticipation of more good news.
“Anymore?”
Devills nodded and with a sense of drama she waved her arms about and muttered some gibberish and threw the last ingredient in. Chattox and Whorewitch watched as the last image appeared.
Another child appeared but it wore a crown and carried a tree.
They looked and thought, “Any ideas?” Macbeth said
The witches got into a huddle and whispered to each other, they reached an agreement and turned to Macbeth.
“Tricky one this, but daft as it sounds you will be absolutely fine as long as Great Burnam wood doesn’t move to Dunsinane Hill.”
Macbeth scratched his head “you sure, sounds a bit crackers, I mean a tree can’t just up and move”
“Yes we know but that is what it means, looking good though. I should get back and check on your Mrs, she might need looking at” added Devills.
Devills and the other two thought it prudent to vanish before too long but Macbeth did seem awfully needy and wasn’t about to shift so just to scare him a bit they conjured up eight kings to put the bejabbers up him and the ghost of Banquo to taunt him for good measure.
He ran out, “Thank goodness he’s gone” said Devills “He was beginning to bore me”
