The moment I passed from that world into the next, I knew who it was that murdered me- Macbeth. I could not believe it- I had thought him to be one of my most loyal supporters. But then, I had thought the same about the previous Thane of Cawdor, and he too betrayed me. Now Macbeth is Thane of Cawdor, and that has proved to be a traitor's position.

They are quite alike, Macbeth and the old Thane, Edmund. Both brave, opinionated, skilled, both men on whom I built an absolute trust. That was my downfall. I should never have trusted them, and I guess that's what it comes down to in the end. Trust. If I had not trusted them, if I'd only been more careful when choosing friends, I would still be in the realm of the living.

Alas, there's no art to find the mind's construction in the face. Being who I am, or was, it was unwise for me to trust anyone. A King's life is always in danger, there always people seeking to trick him, always people ready to betray him at a moment's notice. I should have realised this, as not knowing has cost me my life.

I do not understand their reasons for betraying me. I cannot think of any reason that would justify their actions. I truly believed them to be among my closest friends, and Macbeth! He was my cousin!

And then I learned that it was not Macbeth's idea to murder me, but his wife, Lady Macbeth. I was horrified at this discovery. Macbeth, and Edmund's betrayals, well, I didn't like them, I didn't understand them, but this, this truly shocked me.

I couldn't believe that a woman, who appeared so kind, and hospitable, could be capable of such treachery. But I guess you never really know what someone is capable of.

Now that I am dead, my eldest son, Malcolm, shall be King. I wish him good fortune, and I believe he will make a great King of Scotland.

But although the old Thane of Cawdor has been punished for his crimes, Macbeth, and Lady Macbeth have not. I can only hope that Malcolm and Donaldbain will not be fooled by their smiles, and false words, and will learn of their traitorous deeds.

I can only hope that justice shall be done. And if I could give my sons a message, I would tell them this: The brightest of smiles can conceal the darkest of hearts.