THE
FATE OF THE FAMILY
ACT
FOUR
SCENE
TWO
SUB
ACT ONE
At
the castle at Fife, Lady MacDuff met her guest in the chamber. It was
inappropriate but she had her son in attendance. The servant admitted the guest
and they greeted.
“Ross
of Cambria, I bid you welcome.’ Lady MacDuff smiled. “You know my son, Garth.”
“Please
leave the formality, Beryl. We have known each other as distant relatives, and
since you married to the MacDuff family, we can still be friends.” Ross bowed
to the lady. Ross and MacDuff have their differences in some views but they are
still friends.
“I
got word from your love to take you and Garth to safety.” Ross spoke of the
reason he was there.
“What
did he do that made him flee Fife?”
“You
must have patience, Beryl. He had a reason and will not tell me.” Ross said.
“Maybe he meets you then he will tell.”
“He
had no patience. To run away was insane. Even if we are not actually traitors
…….” The lady spoke.
“Hush
your words, Beryl. The walls have ears.”
“That
I knew for a long time. And secret passage ways, with the peep holes. The
MacDuff had not survived for generations without any precautions. The servants
……. Well, some are loyal but the others may be treasured to move their
allegiance.”
“It is treason to say that.” Ross reminded the
lady.
“As
much as it makes us seem like traitors.” Beryl smiled. “And we are not.”
“You
have grown with strength, Beryl. I admired that in you.” Ross smiled. “But we
do not know whether it was wisdom or fear that made him flee.”
“Wisdom?
That eluded him then.” Beryl was upset at her lover. “Was it wise to leave his
wife, his children, his house, and his titles in a place from which he himself
flees?”
“Does
he not love us. He lacks the natural feelings of a husband and
father. Even the fragile wren …… the smallest of birds ……will fight an owl
to protect her young ones in the nest. Macduff’s running away has
everything to do with fear and nothing to do with love. And since running away
is contrary to all reason, it also must have nothing to do with wisdom.”
“My
dearest cousin, I beg you, control yourself. Your husband is noble, wise,
and judicious, and understands the current political unrest.” Ross assured the
other. “We have our differences in views but mutual respect prevailed. I don’t
dare say anything more than this, but it is a bad time when people are
denounced as traitors and have no idea why; when we believe rumours out of
fear, but aren’t even sure what we’re afraid of.”
“It
is like being trapped in the glen or a dark cavern, floating with the heavy fog
over the head and no help could be seen.” Ross sighed. “It is your safety I am
to take on now.”
“Our
fate is in your hands, Ross of Cambria.” The lady replied.
“I
will leave now to plan, but it would not be long before I return. When
things are at their worst they must eventually end, or else improve to be like
how they were before. My good cousin, I give my blessing to you.”
“My
son has a father, and yet he may be fatherless.” Beryl looked at Ross. “You
know that for a fact.”
“If
I stay longer, I will disgrace myself and embarrass you by crying. I must leave
now.” Ross tried to avoid the emotional rush. He excused himself.
“Young
MacDuff, your father is dead. What will you do now? How will you live?”
“My
father is not dead. If he is, I will live as birds do, Mother.” The young lad
told his mother.
“What?
You will eat worms and flies? Whoever taught you that?”
“My
father did. He told me nothing is forever and live for the moment. I will live
on whatever I get, like birds do.”
“Oh,
you pitiful bird! You will not know to fear any traps or snares set out by
hunters.” The lady hugged her son. “Your father is wise but the wiser need to
be more when in the dire moments.”
“What
dire moments, Mother? Whom shall I fear?’ The lad asked.
“The
ones who will not let you live.”
“Why
should I fear them, Mother? Hunters do not try to catch pitiful birds. I am not
a predator. I am a ……. No matter what you say, my father is not dead. He will
protect us.”
“Yes,
he would but if he’s dead?” The mother said. “He is a good man.”
“Was
my father a traitor, Mother? I heard the servant’s mentioned it. What is a
traitor?”
“Someone
who makes a promise and breaks it.” The mother replied.
“What
does one do a traitor?”
“Everyone
who does it should be hanged.”
“And
should everyone be hanged who makes and breaks promises?”
“Everyone.”
The mother smiled at the son. “That sis the just punishment for the traitor.”
“Who
should hang them?”
“The
honest men.”
“Then
the liars are fools, for there are enough liars in the world to defeat and hang
the honest men.” The lad looked at the mother.
“Heaven
helped you, my poor little monkey!” The mother laughed. “But what will you do
for a father?”
“If
he were dead, you will be weeping for him. If you are not weeping, it is a good
sign that I will soon have a new father.”
Then
mother remained silent. It was then two figures appeared before them. One was a
lady.
“Who
are you?” Lady MacDuff asked. “Were you sent by Ross of Cambria. Why do you cover
your faces?”
“Where
is your husband, the Thane?”
“I
hope he is not anywhere so disgraceful that men like you could find him.” Lady
MacDuff replied.
“Leave
my father alone!” The young MacDuff shouted. The lad charged at the other lady.
The lady who was covered in the face,
stabbed the lad in the chest.
“My
son!” Lady MacDuff grabbed hold of her son. “You killed him.”
The
lad laid there with the heart silent.
“You
killed my son!” Lady MacDuff stared at the masked lady.
“And
you are next.” The lady killer said.