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"Thank you for coming after all it is not upon my usual request" the man and the boy kneled infront of the king "Of course my lord, it is a pleasure to serve under your name" Duncan smiled down upon the man and nodded "Nonsense, it is an honour to have you Marcus. If I may ask I have a task for your son" It was the first time Duncan had seen the man falter and if anything it further installed his trust in the man. It showed he valued the safty of his child first; Duncan could trust him.

"What is it?" Marcus raised his head to meet the man's gaze his tone defensive yet calm determined not to insult his leader. Duncan meerly chucked his smile unfaltering. "It's quite alright Marcus, I meerly wish for him to speak to the boy outside I think they will work well together." There was a moment of silence before the 15 year old looked up and rather unprofessionally said "You brought me here to make freinds? I just don't like going out every day!"

Duncan laughed at the way Marcus's face dropped at his sons exclamation. "Banquo enough that is not-" Duncan nodded cutting the man off mid sentence. "Quite right I suppose, you are good with your father's sword from what I hear" Banquo lowered his head as his face flushed, he had loved learning how to use a sword yet hadn't expected it to have been a topic worth speaking about. "And this boy seems to be rather.. unfortunate, but he has the spirit none the less." Duncan seemed confident in his words, and his decision. He had debated brining in someone to teach him yet his mother had blatantly refused after all she 'didn't wish to trouble him' despite his persistent offers. They had eventually come to the agreement that maybe someone around his age may be more beneficial after all they would understand more right?

To his father's suprise, and pleasure, the boy nodded eagerly a grin spreading across his face. "In that case please follow Sarah" The boy stood making his way towards the woman by the door with short fluffy hair. She looked kind. "Thank you for having us sir!" He chirped waving towards the king; banquo couldn't quite remember what he was suposed to say.

There was a boy in the courtyard; he was short, probably a whole head shorter than banquo, and he waved a sword at a target. His moovements were sloppy mutch like his grip yet he stood determined and continued to swing until- "ow!" The boy rubbed the back of his head having smacked himself with his sword. "Beth" the woman sighed and wandered to his side befire tilting his head down to make sure he hadn't done any serious damage. "I still think you should have a stick, even then you'll impale yourself." The boy grumbled at her words still staring at his feet. "Yeah yeah I know mum."

Banquo laughed at the scene causing the other boy, Beth?, to look up nothing but horror in his face at another person having seen his failings. "Who are you?" Banquo smiled and extended his hand to the shorter more stubborn looking boy. "I'm banquo, what about you?" The shorter boy eyed his hand before cautiously taking it with a bone crushing grip, he may not have looked strong but banquo swears with that kind of grip he could have folded him in seconds.

"Macbeth, why are you here?" He was inquisitive, straight to the point especially for his age. Actually, how old was he? "Oh I came to help with your sword!" The lady watched nervously as her son inspected the boy infront of him, he had never made many freinds and many said he was too mature for his age. He always had been. "Alright" He picked up the sword and came closer towards banquo and despite the sharpness in his shoulders and the bite in his voice banquo did not falter around the boy and of anything became closer. Sarah smiled. "I'll leave you boys to it, don't impale each other alright?" A chours of yes's and alright's sounded as she made her way back up the steps inside.

She watched as the two boys interacted a rare smile set upon her son's lips whilst banquo showed him how to hold a sword, something most fathers teach their children. A fuiger took stand beside her too having opted to observe the boys from afar. "I had not expected this to be his intention with our meeting today, though I do supose they both fair well." She nodded at Marcus's words subconsciously leaning a bit closer. "He struggles to trust and express how he feels, it appears he's not that way around your son"

Silence stood in the wake of her words, only to be broken by the man who's hand rested upon her shoulder. "I fear fate may have doomed them from the start, star crossed they seem." He had tried to avoid saying it, the blasted words many seemed afraid to utter. "Aye," She started. "Maybe we are to early to judge but I know, Marcus, they will be closer than most." The man nodded, they both understood. They both hoped the world would be kind to them.

Banquo paused as another man approached yet macbeth seemed to freeze instantly, his stance already as sharp as he presented himself to be. "Relax boys it's just me" the 19 year old ruffled their hair and glanced at their swords. "What are you doing?" The thane of cawdore asked. It was odd to think about, the fact that in 14 more years they would go to war and macbeth would indirectly have him killed. However, 14 years prior the traitor spoke to the boys despite his rooting plans. He knew if it took as long as expected it would be him against one of the children infront of him, but as merciless as it was he did not care; from what he'd seen it would be easy.

Banquo was fascinated, he had never personally met the king untill today not had he seen his boy around town. Yet here he sat beside a young macbeth whilst Duncan stood beside the servant from earlier with snacks in hand. "Why dont you have kids?" Banquos head whipped to face macbeth after all who would ask sutch a treacherous question to anyone, let alone the king.

"It is not the right time young Beth, perhaps when I'm older I may, but for now there's you two" He found it odd that Duncan had adressed the both of them as if he was hinting to banquo attending more often. Macbeth, however, just nodded at the Kings words unphased as to how he ruffled their hair before leaving. "Say macbeth, where do you live? It cannot be here surely." The boy placed down his roll and sat quietly for a moment as If contemplating weather or not to tell him.

"Inverness, the castle in Glamis, my fathers the thane" Banquo nodded still trying to work out how that correlated to him being in the Kings castle. The KINGS castle, he dosnt think he can ever get over this. "So how'd you end up here?" The boy shifted and diverted his attention towards the grass. "King duncans a distant relative and my mum works here and they don't like leaving me at the castle anymore." To banquo the words anymore suggested something had happened in order for them to come to this conclusion.

He studied the way he remained silent and un-readable attempting to establish some reason as to why he appeared this way. "Your really quiet, why is that?"
"Because its easier to observe" He stated.
"Well then, if you observe stuff what do you know about me?" Banquo turned to face him fully and observed as the boy glanced him up and down, once, twice, and then spoke. "You didn't plan on being here today and were reluctant to even come you've never met the king before or been inside a castle other than your own despite staying indoors alot you prefer to moove around alot and dislike sitting still. You definatly prefer sweeter foods to savoury judging by the fact you choose the harder more ripe fruits and seem to squeeze them slightly to see which ones have more flavour before eating them. You definatly have been trained in using your sword by someone-"

The boy fell silent instead opting to re focus his gaze on the boy beside him and how he sat unmoving, unresponsive. "I apologise, that's rather odd isn't it?" Banquo however just seemed to stare at him seeming to resemble nothing more than a fish out of water. Desite the context, Macbeth having pictured the two thought this was quite amusing. It felt as if he had chucked a bucket of water over him for he seemed to spring back to life in an instant, shaking his head rapidly whilst exclaiming a string of apologies and random cries that macbeth couldn't quite distinguish. "No no of course not! It was amazing how do you notice?"

Macbeth shrugged and glanced around the area again; this time noticed by banquo. "The same way I know yout father and my mother are watching us from that window over there, I look around alot and focus on the general. It's easier to pick out the finer details that way. You try, how many escape routes do you see right now?" Banquo hummed slightly as he glanced around the garden taking in each object as he looked for the exits. "Five? The gate, the tree and the ways around the outside. Round the back will be another gate the fronts the entrance and then the door we came out if that Leeds to the entrance hall."

His words were met with silence before macbeth shook his head. "Nine" Banquo shook his head. "No there's definitely five at most surely?" Macbeth just laughed at his words before pointing out each one. "The gardener left his spade there, that's freshly churned dirt you could dig under although it would take a bit, you can use the training dummy to scale the wall or as you said climb the tree or pick that gate. As you said the front back and side castle routs are fine but your missing the servants passage there ot woukd avoid the spotting outside and like the gate you can pick the lock."

Banquo was dumbfounded to Say the leest. "We should try it out at some point see how far we could get if we created a strategy. Now assist me with the sword" He paused "if that would be alright" Banquo grinned and pulled himself to his feet "yeah come on, ill teach you the basics before you can fight someone like me!" Macbeth smiled, it was faint a ghost upon his lips at best yet the boy noticed it. And to the boy it was enough. "Here hold it like this!" He shifted to the side of the shorter boy wrapping his arms awkwardly around his shoulders in a desperate attempt to create a stance to even build his teachings from.

Turns out macbeth was a quick learner, once the instructions were made clear he simply repeated each swing to what banquo could only describe as perfection. "That's perfect! All you need to do is not swing your arm too far back and you have the basics!" It felt as if he emitted his own light by the Shere amount of positivity he radiated off of him and macbeth simply couldn't get enough of it. "Alright"
They stayed like that, through every visit they did the same things never seeming to get tried of the others presence even going as far as macbeth begging his mother to ask if banquo could visit more, an unusual question from her son that was for sure.

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It was winter, rain and wind slammed against the windows in violent testimony to be aloud inside only to be shunned by the yank of the curtains being drawn across the glass. "Guess you'll be here untill the storm ends?" Banquo nodded and lit another candle. The fifteen year old stared at the older boy as he moved more candles around the room only to light a select few. "Why the arrangements, what are you summoning, my father?" Macbeth laughed at his statement shortly followed by banquo joining in just to jive the previous comment with "yeah, and his titles" causing the boys to double over in laughter.

It had become a joke a while after macbeth had explained the absence of his father, he had been away on evey mission possible over the years to the point where he sometimes forgot he even existed. He had simply decided the easiest way to deal with sutch a brutal truth was through humour after all he appeared occasionally to remind his son of what he should be aiming for before vanishing to another part of the country. Macbeth decided if he worked as mutch as his father did he would indeed not have children.

There was a sharp knock on the door before a servant entered and stated "Master Macbeth, your father wishes to speak with you downstairs." The servant looked rather confused when banquo burst out laughing only to be further encouraged by the way the younger macbeth turned sharp upon his heal to face the 17 year old. "Why the devil speak true? You speak of utter coincidence yet your results lie with nothing but perfection." Banquo choked over another laugh, not only at his words but for the astonishment in his voice. "Come, show us to him" Macbeth grabbed the glossy eyed (and still snickering) banquo and followed the torch bearers leed.

There stood four people in the hall, Laurance macbeth, Marcus Banquo, Queen Berlinda and King Duncan. "You have returned, how is your wife?" His father looked down on the boy a hint of bitterness in his voice as he answered. "She is well" macbeth nodded before turning to his mother, as banquo had joked days earlier, and asking her "and how are you?" The snickers that sounded through the hall did not go un-noticed by the boys, or the man. "You have developed a sense of humour I see, a rather poor one but it is there. Who is the boy that stands behind you? You know it is unwise to hang around those of a lower status"

Macbeth went to speak only to be cut off by banquos offended scoff and then again by Marcus speaking. "Did I not mention my son was visiting yours on our journey? Must of slipped my mind you know how it is." The elder macbeth glared towards the other man causing him to miss the satisfied grin on Duncans face. Macbeth was at a loss for words, not only had banquo summoned his father but he had caused him to be humiliated too. "My banquo is this a fuiger of the mind?" The boy snickered and shook his head.

"Yes quite so" his response was silky on the toung rolling off with ease despite how it delivered as nothing more than an icy jab. Banquo deicided he hated macbeths father. "You hath called them here despite our need to discuss the conclusion of our journey, why?" They watched as banquos father too stilled and reluctantly agreed. "The thane of Glahms makes a good point, why summon the children when there is still matters that need to be adressed?"

Duncan meerly nodded and signaled to the weather outside, how the rain hammered against the windows of the dimly lit hall. Yet it wasn't Duncan who spoke "It is unwise to discuss important matters in the late hours especially after long journeys, clouded and tired judgements create a impractical and irrational veiw of a situation." Duncan smiled fondly upon the boy and his words as he nodded. "Your boy is correct, I couldnt have put it better myself. Boys may you show them to the guest quarters? My servants shall have them a room set." Both boys nodded leading the men down the hall after the torch bearer.

"I'm never letting you arrange candles ever again, how dare you commit sutch treacherous actions without my knowledge" Banquo snickered at his rather offended tone, unable to help himself he said "well next time I'll ask for some berries" when no amused laugh came from the boy beside him banquo glanced over, only to find him deep in thought over the matter.

"How would they appear for they are not living? Would they be brought in by another?" Banquo blinked once, twice and then let out a slight chuckle which only grew by the second. He stopped walking only to lean on the shorter boys shoulder as he doubled over in laughter; a laughter which only grew at the confused look upon his face.

The group came to a halt at the situation, the two men behind them observing the boys with perplexed glances as banquo gasped words they could barly even make out. "You really belive it was my doing?" The shorter boy looked rather taken aback by his words as if he was asking why they need the oxygen.

"Well of course, what else could have preformed sutch an acutely timed trick?" This only resulted in banquo further gripping the boys shirt as he wheesed clutching at his own ribs in determination to soothe the ache yet macbeth stood bolt upright expressing nothing but confusion at banquos laughter.

"Would you mind informing me as to what is so amusing?" The man with the shorter hair- banquos father- asked. Macbeth could only point an accusing finger towards his father and say "He summoned you" resulting in another laughing fit from a now crying banquo. "Excuse me?" The words droned and seemed to almost coil in on themselves at the statement yet banquos father let out a snort. Like father like son. "How exactly did he summon him? He made sure to do it safely this time didn't he?"

Macbeth seemed to have tuned out to banquo's hysterical laughter or he would have noticed that he was no longer gripping his shirt, he had instead found himself accustomed to the floor attempting to regain his breathing. "I'm not sure, he was moving the candles round the room and lighting them in an odd patern and when I joked about him summoning my father he said it was true and then the servant said he was here. I am not familiar with his ways of... communication?" There came a rather prominent and disappointed sigh from macbeths father as he ran his hand down his face in utter disbelief because "how did my genes produce this" only resulting in banquos father decending into a laughing fit of his own at the words of both macbeths.

"I do not understand, what humour is to come about his situation?" There was a smacking sound as banquo hit the stone floor choking on his laughter and attempting to apologise as the torch bearer took another step back. "Is eveythung quite alright?" Macbeth glanced towards Duncan and his wife as they made their way down the hall only to see banquo struggling on the floor in hysterics, his father laughing, macbeths usually un impressed father and a rather disgruntled macbeth.

"They appear to be amused by his wizardy" Macbeth stated; these words only drew another heaving laugh out of both the banquos and a hefty sigh from macbeths father. "Young beth i'm afraid I do not follow." There was a shaky intake of breath as Marcus regained his composure in attempt to explain. "It appears before we arrived a joke was made about calling for his father as my son lit some candles, apparently we arrived just on time."

Duncan allowed himself to chuckle at the situation seeing as to how if anything like this were to ever unfold it would be because if his boys. His boys? When did they become that? He payed the thought no mind and instead helped banquo to his feet whilst he wiped furiously at his face to remove any stray tears. "My child I fear tis be nothing but tomfoolery although your confusion is quite amusing." The rest of the walk to the Chambers consisted of Banquo, Marcus and Duncan attempting to explain the concept to macbeth whilst Laurance and Berlinda chatted shit about eveything that breathed to heavily behind eveyone.

Duncan had his doubts about macbeth ever joining the army, yet that night he sat debating if he was really a liability he could risk. The boy had spirit for sure but it wouldn't save you if there was a sword to your throat and he simply couldn't stand to see the boy go in sutch a horrid manner. Even though his skills have rapidly improved his communication and interpretation of others emotion remains low, the boy had always had a keen eye but lacked the way to express it.

Allowing this to go through, it would mean him and banquo would be souly reliant on each other; Duncan fears if one were to die in battle the other would intern have the same fate. But they were good, far too good for their age. It would be unwise to waste sutch an opportunity; he would consider it another time.

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It was suposed to be harmless, let the boys go to the market what could happen? Apparently bad things it had been stupid of Duncan to consider nothing could go wrong in the first place after all it was both of the boys in one place so now here he stood, the king, in the middle of a market with street gard looking at the two dirty boys infront of him. "I cannot let you two go anywhere without trouble can I?" Macbeth gave him a sheepish smile one arm still around banquos shoulders. "Who even is that kid?" Then it just decended into chaos.

"What are we suposed to get?" Macbeth shrugged before drawing the list from within his statual and adjusting his hood. "A sack of potato's, carrots mainly vegetables and bread to be frank" He passed it to banquo before pulling him by his sleeve out the way of a man with a wheelbarrow. "Why the cloak? It is not raining."

Macbeth stuffed the list back into his bag making their way towards the first stall "Drawing attention to yourself and creating convosation with the unknown isn't in anyway beneficial. If anything it's awkward." Ah so you could say he had anxiety.

Banquo grinned and pulled his hood down laughing at the way the boy turned to face him. "What did you do that for!" He clipped him round the back of the head whilst he browsed the vedge. "You haven't pulled it up yet see its not thay bad; just try trust me it wint be that bad!" Part of him disliked how easily he folded for the other boys demands, how he grinned and macbeths world instantly lit up. "Fine, but if anything happens tis be on you" Banquo meerely beemed.

"And not only did he drop it but he wasted the entire mix and broke the bowl!" Macbeth smiled as he listened to banquo's mindless rambles after all the boy was happy and that was enough for him. "I'm surprised it was your father and not you, you can be awfully dense" He looked rather offended by his words and only exaggerated it by stopping dead in his tracks and standing open mouthed with a loud gasp and slamming his hand to his heart. "Macbeth I am truly wounded by your words! Oh be sever my head for it be less painful then the wound of your horrid words"

Macbeth laughed, not a smile not a snicker a full laugh. Banquo was stunned to say the leest yet used the situation to his advantage "the news of my apparent death amuses you?" The other boy smirked and pulled him towards him by his shirt oblivious to how banquos face heated up at the action. "Of course not my banquo sutch a situation would be quite un-nerving"

They stood for a moment, banquo holding the hand in which gripped his shirt whilst they laughed together earning a few confused glances from a woman across the street. "Okay what's next?" Macbeth fetched the list back out folding over what they had already got in order to show banquo the few remaining things. Macbeth stepped back knocking over a barrel causing a few heads to turn yet to his suprise nothing came about.

"Im so sorry!" He lifted the toppled barrel, which remained un-spilled, only to be waved off by the smiling stockholder as a few others went a differnt way. "Don't worry about it kid." Macbeth smiled yet reached for his hood pulling it over his head, hopefully they will forget his face and never recognise him ever again. Banquo meerly laughed. "Fine hide away in that hood."

Macbeth would later realise that's what stated it. "Come on we can't be too long besides I think Sarahs gone ahead" Macbeth nodded and rather awkwardly waved towards the store holder as he made his way through the market, banquo at his side. Hathway through some more of banquos ramblings macbeth cut him off instead opting to look around. "Someone's shouting." Banquo hummed in acknowledgement before dragging him towards the side ally in which it came from.

There stood a woman pleading with two men over something, presumably her money, whilst they routed through her belongings. "What's going on?" Despite banquo being ahed macbeth was the first to speak, pushing himself forwards into the situation; banquo couldn't quite tell if this was a good or bad thing. What he did know is they should of been finding Sarah.

"None if your business kid." Macbeth scoffed and instead walked right up to the man and almost toe to toe said "Why don't you put her stuff in the purse and let her and the kid moove along." Banquo hadn't even noticed the kid, he has been to bussy looking at what the men had on them. He lowered his voice to nothing short of a breath whilst he muttered. "The one at the back is armed" He saw macbeth falter, but only for a moment. "What are you gunna do about it?"

Banquo left the man to macbeth, he had his sword and he knew how to use it (dare he say better than banquo now, he really had taught him too well) he would step in if he needed it. But right now he needed the child. The first man was to bussy confronting macbeth to notice him and the second, well he was to bussy pining over the money. Banquo waved his hand towards him summoning the child forwards attempting to be as discrete as possible.
Yet it wasn't quite good enough.

The man at the back drew his sword at the sight of the sneaking child leading to the next two things; banquo lerching forward to pull the child towards him and intern macbeth drawing his own sword. "Put the sword back, I doubt you even know how to use it kid" the first joked his statement only being followed up by the second joining his accomplice at the hip. The woman, macbeth observed, was still behind them.

"Sutch treacherous words with no evidence don't you think?" Macbeth took a step back as he spoke, he wouldn't be able to fight well here. That wasn't his only dilemma however, he didn't have a full veiw of the situation due to his hood yet at the same time he didn't want to have anyone here seeing who he was. It would be quite unfortunate. "Your freinds already leaving you" the man stated, macbeth had already heard the shuffles and knew banquo was removing the boy. Good, he didn't know how this would end up and removing the child was the most important part. He would thank him later.

"He meerly did as one should." Macbeth started "lower your sword, I do not wish to fight." The man scoffed and instead opted to reinforce his stance pointing his sword more directly. Macbeth drew another step backwards as the man advanced eventually hitting the turn in to the marketplace. That was macbeths next dilemma, the market place was full of people; people who could get hurt.

"I will not fight you when you oppose a risk to many others." Yet he stood strong, sword still pointed across the other man's blade. "How noble of you" the man jabbed his sword as the boy prompting macbeth to jab back. The man took the first swing, everyone saw with how it forced him towards the marketplace. That's why banquo hadn't come back, he had been clearing people out the way.
Then it escalated.

A series of loud clashes filled the air followed by some gasps as banquo grabbed one of the stall chairs and smashed the other guy round the face with it resulting in him dropping to the floor. He couldn't do mutch about the one with the sword, he just has to trust macbeth. Banquo stayed with the child, having begrudgingly let Sarah go fir the other woman but looking at the unconscious man at his feet it was probably the right call.

He lifted the child in his arms awkwardly weeving between people to get to the outskirts of the crowd. "Sarah, the child's here" He saw how the woman seemed to drag Sarah behind her; she was looking for macbeth. "He's still fighting him." She nodded despite the memories of all the times he'd concussed himself with his sword she remained hopeful after all that was her child, her only son. "He is excellent, he will preserve."

His words were followed by a perfectly timed metallic clatter followed by his name being shouted. Banquo didn't know who had won yet as he shoved though the crowd he could only prey it was macbeth. "Pass him that sword." A girl made her way towards banquo passing him the sword of the now disarmed man. Macbeth sheifed his own. "Keep drawn" Banquo shook his head mooving to take place beside macbeth. "Wonderful idea, I originally planned to hand him both of these"

Regardless of their situation, or the crowds watching, macbeth laughed at his words and tore the fabric from his cloak in order to tie the man's arms together. "Minor bleeding I did not injure him badly" Banquo nodded as he stated "were so dead" earning another laugh from macbeth. "Yes but tis be worth it no? The woman and her child are safe and neither man will harrass no more." Banquo couldn't help but admire the man that stood infront of him how he held high at banquos presence smiling despite the situation the light hiting him perfectly.

"Macbeth, Banquo!" They turned towards the shout as his mother ran forwards scooping the boys into her arms placing hurried kisses in both their heads. "Do you know how dangerous that was? You could of gotten yourself killed the pare of you!" There were a chours of 'I knows' and 'sorry' from both the boys before she took a breath and ruffled their hair. "But" they both looked up at her. "I'm verry proud of you, both of you, you handled the situation as well as you could and no one- well none of you are inured."

Both boys grinned yet quickly stilled at the sound of approaching horses. "Duncans gunna hang us" Banquo gasped the words and lent his head against macbeths shoulder. "I don't think so, he will probably look at us with vague disappointment and sigh but congratulate us."

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The crowd watched in a tense silence as four men dismounted and dragged away the men, one still unconscious after having been knocked out when Banquo hit him with a chair the other being dragged behind him still restrained. The king never normally came out when these kinds of things happened, normally they were taken back and sentenced and the king was never seen. However this was different, he looked at the two boys then at the mother and child and then at the two men being taken away before sighing and sending the boys a rather disappointed look.

"Whilst I cannot disagree with your actions however next time avoid using your swords." Banquo sighed and macbeth nudged him slightly. "See I told you disappointed look sigh and the congrats" Duncan raised an eyebrow "Oh? So you knew." Macbeth shrugged and swung an arm around banquos shoulders. "Well yeah your like the cool chil uncle my dads-" he gasped "my dad- Banquo hide me" Duncan only chuckled and walked towards the three of them. "He is out of town, what he is not told he will not know."

The boys grinned yet Duncan earned a mildly disapproving look from Sarah. "Alright boys come on, sorry about this Duncan I let them out my sight for five muinutes." Dunacn only chuckled and rested his hand upon her arm. "As far as I'm aware they gave assistance to two people which I am forever gretful for. You and Marcus have some fine boys." Sarah simply smiled and nodded. "Thank you."

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There were many rumours around the area, about who the boy stood beside Banquo, the son of the thane Lochester, yet no one seemed to know who the other boy was. Sure they had seen the occasional cloaked person and Sarah was a regular however no one recognised the boy.

Many had come to the conclusion he was a relative of the king after all they seemed closely acquainted and Sarah working there it made sense she was entrusted with caring for the boy. Macbeth, they decided, would fair well in their town.

"Sarah" She paused her browsing to look to the source of the voice, the store holder, Mrs Mardeson, spoke. "Who was that boy you were with?" She reached for a small bag of sweets; a treat for the boys. "Banquo, he's the son of The thane of lochester." Yet the storeholder only shook her head "the shorter one, scruffy hair."

She was rather unimpressed at the statement after all his hair wasn't scruffy, meerly slightly volumus. "You mean my son?" The woman gasped and lent forwards. "Macbeth? The one with the sword, it can't be surely. He was so loud and boisterous around that other boy and your son you said it yourself he doesn't see the point in interacting with the likes of us he seems more like his father."

If Sarah didn't care about making a scene she probably would of slapped the woman. Which is why it's good Sarah didn't care about making a scene, after all Duncan probably would tell her she had too mutch self restraint sometimes. There was a loud smack as the back of her hand collided with the other woman's face. "How dare you speak of my son in sutch light? If this is the treatment he gets when he comes here I can see why he dislikes speaking to you." With that she put down the few things she had been holding from there and took her business to another stall.

Turning at the feel of a hand on her shoulder she was met with Marcus's soft smile. "It's good you slapped her, I would of but it wouldn’t of been as socially acceptable given that I'm a man double her build and strength." At his words Sarah laughed allowing him to take her bags. "It's quite hard to be even hath her build" Marcus chuckled and assessed her outfit seeing as to how she wasn't in her normal uniform. "Day off?" She nodded opting to grab some caramel from here instead. "Yes although I'll be with the boys regardless"

It was his turn to nod this time shortly followed by a "If you wish you and macbeth can come for dinner at mine tonight, I'm sure the boys won't mind some more time together."
"Of course that would be lovely, thank you Marcus."