Your father was the noble Banquo. A Thane and general. Wise and strong and steadfast. He's recently returned to you after years away at war with his hood friend Macbeth.

Your his beloved son and he can't help marvelling over how much you've grown. He can't stop ruffling your hair and asking you about what life has been like for you the past few years and telling you what a fine young man you've become and how you look just like him when he was younger...He's only been able to speak to you through letters...He's very happy to see this boy.

He's not willing to part with you so soon and takes you with him to Dunsinane for a grand banquet Macbeth is throwing. He rides at your side as you two travel through the Scottish hills.

"I received my own prophecy from the three witches." Your father says steadily...He had told you that his friend had received prophecies from three strange women who lived in Birnam Wood but he hadn't told you of this.

He gives you a proud smile and keeps riding forward. "They said I myself would never be king...But all my descendants would rule as wise and fair monarchs."