[i]Enter Macbeth[/i]

Fin Macbeth walked about the festival tents, greeting some people, nodding at others. He stopped in front of a magician for a few seconds and looked at him. The chief of police Duncan had assigned him and Henry Banquo to watch over the festival and make sure nothing went wrong.

Duncan was an excellent policeman and a worthy superior, though he was getting on a bit. His once black hair and moustache had gone to complete grey, and his stride had been tainted by an old age limp. There was actually talk of who would become the next chief of police. Fin hadn't heard the odds, and didn't want to. It wouldn't be him anyway.

He saw, across the square, that Banquo was joining in the festivities. [i]He shouldn't let his guard down. A good policeman is always vigilant.[/i] Some rowdy villagers or other accidents had happened in previous festivals and gatherings. That's why he was glad to be there to protect the townspeople. His eyes wandered, and he turned his attention to the band playing near him, and saw Lavinia. She was alone, and seemed a bit lost. It wasn't easy with her being handicapped either. Being a good samaritan, he walked over to where she was standing.

"Hello Miss Lavinia, do you need a hand?" He blinked twice and he sighed, realising his mistake. "Damn it. Sorry, didn't mean..."