Rattle snakes lay dormant within the dry desert sand. Thorny bushes did not bend to winds. Poisonous acidic gasses whirled breaking the silence of the heath.
Maria lay buried inside the sand upto her neck. She sang her favourite song:
“Fair is Foul and Foul is Fair,
Hover through the fog and filthy air.”
Then the thunder came and the skies cracked with light. Maria looked up and laughed. She thought of all that is foul: love, kindness, peace, gentleness, truth, honour, religion, flowers, meadows, clear skies and more. The thought chocked her. No one loved me when I wanted love. No one cared for me when I wanted care. I kept searching for joy but all I found is dust.
She tried to laugh once more but couldn’t. All she could do was to make shrieking sounds that were unwelcome to her own ears. I am not beautiful and the world respects only beauty.
Then she thought about the most happiest day in her life. The day she met the man named Toby. The world calls him a devil. But to her he was an angel. He had wings, dark as the wings of a raven, that hugged the whole of her when she cried to the darkness. He whispered to her the secrets of the universe and taught her the spells that could control nature. Yes, love or peace can’t make you happy. It is the darker thing in life that gives you joy. How sweet is murder? How sweet is lust?
She sensed that her sisters were coming. She had waited for them for long. Far away, behind the fog of dust she saw two shadows. My sisters! What would I do without you?
She uttered a spell and the ground moved for her. She raised herself from the ground and stood on the filthy air. Her torn robes flew to the tunes of the breeze. The sisters were with her. We are the Weird Sister. Ah! I love that name. The Weird Sisters. The sisters held hands and floated in the air, the filthy air.
Martha asked, ‘When shall we three meet again? In Thunder, lightening or in rain?’
Maria replied, ‘When the hurly-burly is done. When the battle is lost and won.’
‘That will be before the sun sets,’ observed Maggie, the third weird sister.
‘Where?’ asked Martha.
‘The heath.’ replied Maria.
‘ So, we will meet Macbeth there,’ said Maggie quite casually.
Martha’s heart skipped a beat. It was young Macbeth who set fire to her thatched house years ago, killing her parents and her brother. Revenge is fair. The other sisters understood this and remained silent.
‘Come, Graymalkin!’ cried out Martha and a giant grey cat with yellow eyes came running towards her. She leaped over the cat and sat on him. He purred.
‘Paddock!’ called out Maria and a giant toad leaped from the ground. Maria mounted him.
‘Rave!’ called out Maggie and a humongous raven flew from the clouds towards her. She petted the raven’s jet black her before climbing over him.
Martha, Maria and Maggie looked at each other. They began to sing:
‘Fair is Foul and Foul is Fair,
Hover through the fog and filthy air…’