Macbeth smirked. “You see more clearly than me in the mists of battle, old man, so it’s some solace to me that I have your forgiveness.” Banquo shook his head. “I don’t see better than anyone else. I’m just a chatterbox with doubt as my sole guide.” “Doubt, yes. Does it eat you up sometimes?” “No,” Banquo answered, staring through the windscreen. “Not sometimes. All the time.”
