FAIR IS FOUL; FOUL IS FAIR: A Clem MacDougall Adenture, Take II

II. SOMETHING SOUNDETH AMISS... But today something was wrong. The pipes sounded...well, like bagpipes, all right..., but somehow duff, as the pipers say: the blend was off, something was out of balance. The music seemed to be losing in its struggle with Clem MacDougall’s mounting distaste for the task he was preparing to undertake. Damn me, but these pipes are soundin’ as if some witch has put a curse on ‘em, he thought. He recalled the witches’ lines from the opening scene of Macbeth: Fair is foul and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air. He finished playing the tune; with a heavy heart he replaced the instrument in its case and shut the lid. Would there be blood on his blade this day? Or would his own blood stain the edge of the tide? Fair’s foul and foul’s fair.... MAIR TAE COME.