Thin strands of smoke drift from the roof-holes. “Why, Rhuven, this is no more than a village!” I say, disappointed. “Aye, but Dunbeag is important.” She points to the top of the hill, where a large timber fort overlooks the huddled houses. “This is the seat of Banquo, chief of the king’s army in these northern shires. He is an honest and kindly man who will protect you.” So I am to stay with Banquo, the man I glimpsed with Macbeth on Wanluck Mhor! I hide my surprise, for as far as Rhuven knows, I was asleep while she and her sisters danced and greeted Macbeth, then argued about Helwain’s promises to him. “Protect me from whom?” I ask. Rhuven ignores my question. “Banquo’s wife needs a companion. The advantages of such a position can be great, as you see.” She spreads her arms for me to admire her soft woolen gown. “A gift from the queen, whom I have served since she was a mere girl.” “Do Banquo and his wife have children?” I ask. “A son who is near manhood.
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