‘Our story is laid in Scotland, ancient Scotland, savage, half lost in the mist which hangs between recorded history and the time of legends. The cross itself is newly arrived here.
‘Plotting against Christian law and order are the agents of chaos, priests of hell and magic; sorcerers and witches. Their tools are ambitious men. This is the story of such a man and of his wife. A brave soldier, he hears from witches a prophecy of future greatness and on this cue, murders his way up to a tyrant's throne, only to go down hated and in blood at the end of it all.’ (Orson Welles)