A drum, a drum! The Lady comes.
When she was falling, she still saw the awful things that left her no option but to throw herself from the tower. Her scream named them all, in one gruesome word better left untranslated. She did not remember landing, though she did remember the feeling of being split--
She had been expecting many things, and waking was not always one of them. Purgatory if she was lucky, and surely, for all that she had done and caused, worse lay in store than that. But when she found she could lift her head from the ground, all her preconceptions dissolved in the face of what lay before her eyes.
The place that is not the Inferno is… pleasing. She picks herself up and pushes back her hair. After a good deal of staring, understanding hits her. “What a murky hell indeed!”
And Lady Macbeth begins to laugh.
She had been expecting many things, and waking was not always one of them. Purgatory if she was lucky, and surely, for all that she had done and caused, worse lay in store than that. But when she found she could lift her head from the ground, all her preconceptions dissolved in the face of what lay before her eyes.
The place that is not the Inferno is… pleasing. She picks herself up and pushes back her hair. After a good deal of staring, understanding hits her. “What a murky hell indeed!”
And Lady Macbeth begins to laugh.