The Noble Spirit of Banquo

He is finished. Banquo is gone. And although I am wrenching with guilt, I find comfort in his death. What a relief it is! I was afraid that his noble spirit would give me away. He is loyal, you see. Maybe a bit too loyal, as he is virtuous and very honest. Honestly, I am nothing compared to him, and I say that in the most sincere way possible. He is very good-natured, and I have never met anyone like him. Comparing the two of us is like comparing a witch to an angel - the angel outshines the witch in every aspect possible. I have always been proud to have such a friend. The only problem was, with me being declared King, he became an instant threat. After Duncan's death, he had clear suspicions of me, especially since he was there with me when the weird women prophesied that I would become King. He is an old friend, and friends are some of the only people who know us best. Therefore, he knew about my ambitious side, and he knew that I would do anything to become King...even if it meant killing Duncan. So he knew of my dreadful sin. That is when his remarkable honesty became a true danger, and I found myself constantly worrying about whether he was going to tell someone about his suspicions or not. As time passed, I found that he remained loyal to me and did not say anything (which I found most peculiar). Maybe it was for his own selfish reasons, or maybe he really did value our friendship. I do not know. In the end, however, I decided that to be thus is nothing; but to be safely thus. If I was going to be King, the only way to guarantee satisfaction was by getting rid of any threats and ensuring my own personal safety. So I hired and persuaded two murderers to kill Banquo and his son. They completed half the deed, accidentally letting Fleance go. That is not my worry at the moment. I have gotten rid of a threat. Of course, I have just killed my best friend, but surely my reasons were valid? Either way, I do not have time to analyse this mess I call my emotions. I must go now, for I am hosting my first banquet as King. Let us hope nothing goes wrong anymore.
                                                                                                                                                                                     By: Hritu S.   

My good friend Banquo, just after a victory in a battle.      
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