A bolt of lightning tore across the thick blanket of fog above in the sky, followed by a peal of thunder, as croaky, raspy and high-pitched hissings were heard from a distance, clatters that sounded like the cold wind howling through the cracks in a wall. Macbeth, who walked through the frigid ground, was remarkably attentive, thereby being able to pick up the mysterious sounds. Nevertheless, it seemed as his hearing was not able to pick up directly from where the sounds were coming from. Suddenly, more wheezing and grainy clatters were made out by Macbeth, but as if he had approached these sounds, as if he was getting closer to where they might be coming from. As he followed the pathway that he believed was the right one, he would observe
