Chapter Five - Foul and Fair
Lady Macbeth II
An Earldom of Buchan 1066 AAR
Chapter Five - Foul and Fair
An Earldom of Buchan 1066 AAR
Chapter Five - Foul and Fair
It was well within my power to reject the match, which perhaps would have been a justified response to Chancellor Robert’s impudence, but even at such a tender age I could recognise the worthiness of Prince Macbeth as a potential husband. He possessed a solid claim to the throne, and, even given the change in succession laws after the overthrow of King Duncan, he even had a chance of being elected as the next king—he wasn’t too popular among his immediate family, but it was that very appearance of estrangement that served to raise the esteem in which he was held by the other powerful lords of the realm, such as Earl Gospatric of Lothian and my own liege, Duchess Gruoch of Moray. It was then, on those nights lying awake while awaiting the arrival of Macbeth and his retinue, that the seeds of my ambition were sown. I could actually control the destiny of Scotland, I thought as I wrapped the blanket tighter around myself to keep off the draught...someday, at least. My chest tightened as visions of majesty flowed through my head, all puppets dancing to my tune. No, not could control. Will. I will control it. I slept poorly those nights, drifting off too close to dawn.
Macbeth arrived on a cloudy evening, and his ‘party’ turned out to consist of only himself and a couple of servants, with the Prince on horseback and the others walking. Chancellor Robert, Marshall Donald and I hurriedly assembled in the courtyard of Ellon Castle to greet them, having received no prior indication of when he would arrive, and standing there in the cold I caught the first glimpse of my future husband. I will be honest and say I did not find him to be handsome, but he carried himself with a certain dignity and a certain...perhaps the best word is serenity. His servants helped him dismount, and after casting his eyes over those assembled, he approached and came before me.
“Countess Margaret, I presume?”
I curtsied. “Yes, your highness, that’s me.”
“It’s very nice to meet you. Chancellor Robert has told me a lot about you.” Before I could respond and ask exactly what he had been told and whether it was slanderous, he turned to Chancellor Robert. “Ah, Chancellor. I take it everything is ready for the ceremony to be held tomorrow?”
“Of course, your highness. It will take place in the Great Hall at noon, unless you desire something different? Perhaps the chapel would be a more appropriate venue?”
“Oh, no, uh, the Great Hall will be fine, I’m sure.”
Chancellor Robert bowed slightly. “Very good, your highness. I’m sure you must be tired from travelling, so allow me to show you to your quarters, if I may?”
“Yes, thank you.” Before departing, he looked at me and smiled thinly. “I will see you again tomorrow then.”
I nodded but didn’t anything, and I watched, shivering, as the Prince and Chancellor Robert disappeared into the keep.
“Come on then, my lady, let’s get out of this cold,” Marshall Donald said, drawing up alongside me. I jumped, having forgotten he was there.
“Oh, yes, let’s.”
***
The betrothal ceremony was a straightforward affair, little more than two parties signing a contract and a chaste kiss, followed by a banquet in Macbeth’s honour, a spread of whatever food was available in the kitchens hurriedly thrown together. The real purpose, though, was to allow me and my future husband a chance to get to know one another a bit better, and, as such, we were seated next to one another.
“So Countess,” Macbeth said as I gnawed on a chicken leg, “I am curious to know how you feel about this union. I know it must be quite intimidating, the idea of committing yourself eternally to someone you have never met, because I have felt intimidated by the prospect of it myself.”
I chewed a bit longer than I needed in order to give myself a few extra seconds to think of a suitable reply. “I think it is a good match, better perhaps for me than it is for you.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Isn’t it obvious? You are a Prince, while I am a mere countess.”
“Ah, true, but you have land, whereas I am landless.”
“For now, but is it not true that one day you could be king?”
Macbeth frowned. “It is true, but it is not something I desire.”
I stared in disbelief. “Not something you desire? Are you an absolute fool?” I perhaps said this a little too loud, as Chancellor Robert shot me a horrified glare from across the table. I blinked hard and cursed my tongue for running away from me. “Forgive me for misspeaking so, your highness. I don’t know what came over me.”
Fortunately, Macbeth was more amused than offended. “It is quite all right. But truly, there is little chance of me becoming king anytime soon. My niece is only a few years older than me, and will likely live many decades yet.”
“Yes, well,” I said, quietening my voice, “but what if some...unfortunate accident should befall Queen Galienda and take her before her time? Unexpected tragedies happen all too often. Say such a thing occurred; would you then refuse the crown?”
“I...” Macbeth shook his head, “...would rather not talk about this. First those women out on that blasted heath, now you...”
“Women? What women?”
“Oh, some mad old crones approached our party and said I would be king. I told them to go away and they did, but I keep thinking back to them, wondering why they would say that.”
“That I cannot answer.” I took a sip of watered-down wine and regarded my future husband closely. “But they sound like wise women to me.”
“No, they were nothing but foolish old hags. The truth,” said Macbeth, “is that I shall not be king hereafter.”
Oh, we’ll see about that, I thought, tapping my fingers together. We’ll see about that.
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