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Previously...

There's a face I never
thought I'd see again.

Tom Christie.

This is my son, Allan,
and my daughter, Malva.

You're not harboring
one of those rebels, are ye?

Ahh!

It is between
me and him.

I canna let him do it.
I'll be your Indian agent.

Well, I come from the future.

200 years from now.

And ye?

You ken all this time, Uncle?

Not many people
would understand,

so we kept it
between ourselves.

A man must surely build
a house for God

before building
a home for himself.

Aye, well,
we don't have a church yet.

I've recreated anesthetic.

Well, it's called ether.

And it sends you to sleep?

Something deeper
than sleep.

♪ ♪

Osiyo, ginalii.

Osiyo, ginalii.

We want more guns.

Who doesna?

Who indeed?

You're here
on King George's behalf.

we want more weapons--

rifles, muskets, guns.

So what do you have
to say on the matter?

I say trade goods are certain.

Knives... likely.

Guns are a different matter.

You must understand,

the king may be hesitant
to arm you

against his own people.

You must understand

that we can kill them
without guns,

if we want to.

Of course ye can.

But you are wise enough not to.

Not yet.

I like you, Bear-Killer.

You're a funny man.

Maybe. Give it time.

Perhaps you have forgotten,

the Cherokee have fought
with the king before,

and we may choose to fight
with him again,

if the time comes.

But that is a decision
for another day,

because our war is with those
who cross the treaty line.

They build houses, plant crops,

take game
from our hunting grounds.

If the king
cannot keep his people

where they belong,

how can he protest
when we defend our land?

So, Bear-Killer,

you will tell
the king these things?

I'll consider it, certainly.

Hm.

It's only that...

...I canna promise it.

Wado.Thank you.

For your honestly, at least.

I hope you'll stay the night.

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lad that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lad ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

♪ Merry of soul ♪

♪ He sailed on a day ♪

♪ Over the sea ♪

♪ To Skye ♪

♪ Billow and breeze ♪

♪ Islands and seas ♪

♪ Mountains of rain and sun ♪

- ♪ All that was good ♪
- ♪ All that was good ♪

♪ All that was fair ♪

♪ All that was me ♪

♪ Is gone ♪

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

♪ Merry of soul ♪

♪ She sailed on a day ♪

♪ Over the sea ♪

♪ To Skye ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Does it hurt?

Well, I shouldn't think
so.

There.
The wound has almost healed.

There.

That should be back
to normal in a week or two.

Then we can see about mending
that right hand of yours.

Well, I've decided that I shall
leave this hand as it is.

Why?

If this infirmity
be God's will,

then so be it.

Is it God's will that your goat
should injure her leg?

'Cause if so, then you should
have left her to die

instead of having me mend it.

Do you think God regards you
as less deserving

than your goat?

Now, I shouldn't think so,
given his famed regard

for even
the smallest of sparrows.

Indeed.

Then I'm sure you will be
familiar with the letter

from St. Paul to Timothy
in which he says--

"Let a woman learn in silence.

"I suffer not a woman to teach,

"nor to usurp authority
over the man,

but to be in silence."

Well, clearly,
St. Paul also met a woman

he couldn't out-argue.

No, no, better to put a stopper
on the entire sex

than to win your point fairly.

The devil finds work
for idle hands, Malva.

Be off with you.

You know, the truth
of the matter is...

you're afraid.

Afraid?

Yes.

You're afraid
that I will hurt you.

Or that you'll lose
what use you have left

of this hand now.

But when I operate,

I have a medicine called ether,

and that can put you to sleep,

so you won't feel a thing,
I promise.

Thank you.

But I've much to do today.

♪ ♪

How's your back?

Much better,
Mistress Fraser.

The salve you gave me helped.

Good.

Only yesterday we were saying
how remarkable it is

that you're a physician,
you being a lady.

-Weren't we, Allan?
-Yes, we were.

Particularly
when others might accuse

such a woman of witchcraft
and the like.

Well, if I should need
to sharpen my broomstick

or my surgeon's knives,
Mr. Christie,

I'll come to you first.

He doesn't take the slightest
bit of interest

in the subject of healing,

whereas I'm eager to learn.

Well, if you'd like
to accompany me in the morning,

my daughter Marsali's
with child,

and I'm going to examine her.

You might find it interesting.

Malva has duties
to attend to at home.

Well, perhaps another time.

Yes.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Hmm...

Ian?

What is it, Uncle?

There is a woman in my bed.

There's...
two of them, Uncle.

And the other one's
waiting her turn.

Two of them?

What do they think I am?

Christ!

No, Uncle,
they dinna think ye're Him.

They ken ye're
the king's agent.

Suppose they think
it's an honor

and a privilege to--

Madam, cease.

The two of you.

You're very beautiful,
but, uh, I canna lie with you.

She says she wants
to know why not.

Tell them I have
an oath over me,

and, well, I s--I swore--
I've--

I've sworn fidelity to my wife.

They dinna seem
to care so much.

No.

Well, give them an excuse,
and tell them to cover up.

I'll try.

But it is Mohawk I speak.

Hardly any Cherokee.

Well, try, please.

All right, all right.

Um...

Watali.

Uh, I-I told them that the, uh,

the Creator came to you
in a dream

and instructed you that
you mustn't lie with a woman

until you've brought guns
to Chief Bird.

Well, at least I hope I did.

Until I what?

It's the best I could
think of in a hurry, Uncle.

One of the lasses, well,

she's disappointed,

because you have
a verra nice, um...

And the--the other,

she's a little more
philosophical.

She says she might have
borne ye children,

but they might have had
red hair, I think.

What's wrong with red hair?

I gather it isna somethin'
ye want yer bairn

to be marked with,
if ye can help it.

There's no danger of that
happening now, is there?

Thank you.

Wado.

Ye'd be advised
to stifle yer glee.

♪ ♪

Avast, ye scoundrels!

Into the wind we go!

Your money or your life.

♪ ♪

What are they doing out there?

One day,
'tis highway robbers,

the next it's sailors,
or worse, pirates.

Give no quarter!

I'll get it.

Sorry. I did knock, but--

Oh, Malva, come in.

I wasn't expecting you.

I was able to finish
all my chores.

Marsali, you don't mind,
do you?

I invited Miss Christie
to come and observe.

Well, let this be a lesson
to ye, lass.

If you do have
the misfortune to marry,

dinna let them touch ye,

or else you'll
end up like this.

Here, I'm examining the stomach

to make sure the baby
is in the right place.

With time and practice,
you can feel when the baby

is in the proper position--

head down, towards the pelvis.

It seems to me
the proper position

would be out of my womb.

I agree with you.

But everything--
everything feels good.

Now I'm going to check
Marsali's pulse.

And you do that by...

locating the blood vessel
below the thumb.

Take your two fingers.

Feel the pulsing?

Yes.

We can count that.

We count the heartbeat until
the minute glass runs out.

Here.

And anywhere from 60 to 70,

even up to 100 beats per minute
is quite normal.

Quiet, Germain!

Or I will smack your bottom

so ye'll no' sit
'til the sabbath--

Malva, would you mind
taking the children

outside again for a bit?

Of course, Mistress Fraser.

Come, children.
Let your ma rest.

I'm at my wit's end with him.

Where is Fergus?

Shouldn't he be helping you?

Oh, aye.

Believe me,
Fergus is their first mate.

Is everything all right
between the two of you?

I've noticed
some more bruising.

Ah, no, I fell is all.

Chasing after Germain,
of course.

And you've had
no spotting?

Or bleeding, I mean.

No. None.

But my head aches most days,

and my feet feel
as heavy as lead.

I have noticed some slight
swelling in your ankles.

What does--what does it mean?

It's probably nothing.

But I do think you should
come up to the big house

and stay with us,

so I can keep
a closer eye on you.

Marsali...

...I have to ask,
for the sake of the baby...

...where did those bruises
come from?

Did Fergus hurt you?

It's no secret
that he's been drinking

more than usual lately.

It wasna his fault.

He did... grab my arm...

...only because
I went after him

wi' a posser.

I am cursed
with my mother's temper,

and it got the better of me.

So he was defending himself?

Uh...

Just--

I was so tired of him...

being gone, being drunk.

If only we could get
to the bottom of...

what's been troubling him.

I ken
what's troubling him!

He's ashamed, the fool.

He's taken a notion...

that he should have been there
to defend us

when what happened
with that...

bastard, Lionel.

That wasn't his fault.

I've said that
time and time again.

How could it be his fault
when he wasna there?

But he willna hear it.

He thinks
I shouldna been there.

Working.

Look at me, going to pieces.

Sorry.

♪ ♪

It was nothing compared
to what happened to you.

I'm sorry.
I didna mean to upset ye.

No.

It's, um...

oh, it's just...

I think I have a headache
coming on, that's all.

♪ ♪

Dr. Rawlings.

♪ ♪

Careful. Careful.
Ooh, careful.

♪ ♪

Whoa!

What's that?

White phosphorous.

Present from Lord John.

Isn't that explosive?

No.

White phosphorous
doesn't explode,

but it does burst into flame
the minute it's exposed to air.

That's why
it's packed in water.

Is that all?

Jemmy's with Lizzie, I hope.

Yes.

I'm going to make matches.

I know how, in theory.
And I'll be careful, promise.

I just spoke to Tom Christie.

Hiram Crombie's
mother-in-law died.

How sad.

I'm sure the journey here
didn't help.

Hiram wants a quick funeral.

Tom's asked me to do it, since
their minister's been delayed.

You know what
you'll preach about?

I have absolutely no idea.

I suppose I'll have
to pray about it.

Well, hopefully
it's just the once,

before their minister arrives.

For now...

I think
I'd better do this outside.

♪ ♪

Sassenach!

Claire!

♪ ♪

Welcome home,
Mr. Fraser.

Oh!

Claire!

You're back early.

How was your visit
with the Cherokee?

I missed you, Sassenach.

I must have ye.

What? Now?

Aye.

Did I not tell ye
I've missed ye?

You just did.

♪ ♪

Just so we're clear,

why don't you show me
exactly what you mean?

Mm, you're smiling.

Nice, was it?

Actually...

I was trying
to rank your words--

"I like you," "I love you,"

"I worship you,"

"I must have my cock
inside you"--

in terms of
the relative sincerity.

Oh, I meant every word of it.

Especially the last one.

Especially the last one.

Mm, the flesh requires
a bite to eat

and a wee rest before
I can think of doing it again,

but... the spirit
is always willing.

You're lucky you're married
to an auldman, Sassenach.

Or I'd have you on your knees

with your ass in the air
this minute.

Aw, I'm happy you missed me.

I missed you too.

I want to ask you something.

But uh...

every time I ask you
about the future,

the answer is--

Not to your liking?

I can't promise anything,
but go ahead.

In the coming war,

do you remember from your books

if the Cherokee side with
the loyalists or the rebels?

I'm sorry.

My knowledge
of American history

isn't that extensive.

Why?

The war chief,
Bird Who Sings in the Morning,

has requested weapons.

And you're worried you might
be arming a potential enemy.

Before I was appointed
Indian agent, uh,

I would not question what a man
might need to defend himself.

But...

once again, I'm wrestling
with my conscience.

And if you don't provide
them with weapons, then--

Then they may decide to fight
alongside the rebels.

With me.

If I do give them guns,

they'll likely fight
with the Crown.

So they'll lose either way.

Damned if you do
and damned if you don't.

I know one thing.

Richard Brown would have made
a terrible Indian agent.

But you...

I know that you'll do
the right thing.

Uncle.

Major MacDonald's coming.

No rest for the weary.

They haven't always been keen

to parlay with us.

Then again, they were with us
in the Tuscarora wars,

between 1711 and 1714.

Or was it 1715?

Several prominent
Cherokee visited King George II

some 40 or so years ago.

And of course, they fought
with us against the French.

That said...

there was that trouble with
the Cherokee Rebellion in '58.

Forgive me
for saying so, Major, but--

Oh, my apologies.

You asked one simple question
about past allegiances,

and I bored you half to death
with my ramblings.

Well, sometimes we get
a better idea of what's to come

when we look at what's gone by.

But, as I was going to say,

in speaking wi' them...

it seems they are undecided
as to what they want.

And what do you
think they want?

It's more a question
of what they don't want.

Settlers crossing
the western boundary.

Oh.

There's an expectation
the Crown will intervene,

take a more aggressive stance.

Are you suggesting
that we send soldiers?

Not soldiers.

Forgive me, Uncle.

But they did say
what they wanted.

Ian.

Ah, blast.

Have you a cat, Colonel?

Oh, aye.

Yeah, wee Adso.

Hiding somewhere hereabouts.

The plight of the Indian--

Ugh!

Wretched creatures.

I always seem to suffer
in their presence.

-Indians?
-Cats.

Although, some Indians as well.

Oh.

Forgive me,
I'm in need of some air.

Will you excuse me?

Ugh.

Why did ye no' mention

Chief Bird's request
for weapons?

Because I decided against it.

It's not your place to speak up
in front of the major.

'Tis only that ye
told the chief.

I promised him I'd consider
his request, nothing more.

I spoke wi' yer auntie

about who the Cherokee will
fight for in the coming war.

She couldna say
wi' any certainty.

But she has knowledge
of what will come to pass?

The royal provinces will unite
to become a new nation.

But they'll have no king.

Claire is certain of that.

Those loyal to the Crown
will lose?

Aye.

And us?

Well, there will come a time

when I will fight
alongside the rebels.

They will win the war.

But I dinna ken which side
the Cherokee will fight.

Do ye see?

If Chief Bird acquires weapons,
they may soon be pointed at us.

♪ ♪

It would be a shame

if our Indian neighbors
became our enemies.

I'll stand by ye, Uncle.

I trust you'll keep
to yourself what I've told ye.

♪ ♪

And for those of us that have
this knowledge of the future,

it must inform our decisions.

Aye, Uncle Jamie.

You have it now too.

Take heed,

it can be both
a blessing and a curse.

♪ ♪

Huh.

Well, they've put that up fast.

Today we give thanks
for the life of this woman.

A servant of God,
faithful and true.

A fellow Scot
that came to this colony

but now stands before
the Lord in Heaven.

Is she going to eat it?

No, lad.

She's dead.

That's for the Sin-Eater.

"Sin-Eater"?

God rest ye.

Let us pray.

O, God, our Heavenly Father,

who art leading us
through the changes of time

to the rest
and blessedness of eternity,

be thou near to us now,
to comfort...

- Grannie.
- ...and to uphold,

-make us know...
-Shh.

...and feel that
Thy children are precious

in Thy sight,

and that they live evermore
with Thee...

Grannie.

Do you need to go to the privy?

No. Look.

Oh, my Lord.

Roger, here.
Help me get her comfortable.

Christ, defend us.

Stay back.
She needs some air.

Is she possessed?

Mrs. Wilson?

Can you hear me?

Where...

wh--where am I?

You're in the church.

And your family
is here with you.

Aye, mother.
I'm here.

I'm here.

What devilry is this?

Pulse is weak.

It's an aortic aneurysm.

She's bleeding internally.

It's probably a slow leak.

Long enough for her
to lose consciousness

and feel cold to the touch.

She will live?

Not for long.

Her aneurysm will rupture soon,

and then she really will--

She has minutes, at most.

What sort of a funeral
is this?

Why, Hiram Crombie,
ye shameless skinflint.

Have ye laid me out in a barn

with nothing
but a crust of bread

and a drop o' wine
for the Sin-Eater?

"Skinflint"?

And where is my good brooch

I said I wanted
to be buried with?

Stole it for yer own,
nae doubt.

Stole it?

Have I not given you a home
these past 20 years?

Fed and clothed you
as my own mother,

put up with your
wicked tongue?

My tongue, wicked?

Good people, enough.

I'll not have this.

It's not fitting,
and I won't have it.

Mrs. Wilson, do you not know
that you stand before God?

As do you.

I--I'm afraid you're closer.

Your condition's temporary.

You are still bound
for eternity.

It's best you try
to compose your soul.

The Sin-Eater.

♪ ♪

You're not dead.

What of it?

Did not my son-in-law
pay ye to eat my sins?

Ye did pay him, Hiram.

Well, I'm not gonna pay him
before he's done a job.

What sort of a way
is that to be carrying on?

I--I brought the money.

I have it.

Well...

ye best be about
your business, sir.

♪ ♪

I give easement
and rest to thee,

and for thy peace,
in Christ's name,

I pawn my own soul.

♪ ♪

I forgive ye, Hiram.

Ye've been a good lad.

Ah.

I am not afraid.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

"I am the resurrection
and the Life, saith the Lord.

"He that believeth in me
though he were dead,

"yet shall he live.

"And whosoever liveth
and believeth in me

shall never die."

♪ ♪

And sometimes,
out of the flames--

out of the flames
comes a parrot,

a parrot with a big sort of...

Thank you, Mrs. Bug.
This looks delicious.

'Tis a new recipe
I'm trying for the neeps.

I'm not sure there's room
in my belly for anything else.

Will Mr. Fraser be joining us?

No.

Er, he's at the still.

Of course he is.
Forgive me, my dear.

Uh, we have
some exciting news.

Well, more Brianna than me.

You're with child.

Oh! I dinna envy ye, Bree,
but I'm very happy for ye both.

A--a toast!
And get the whisky, Sassenach.

No, no. Stop, no.

I'm not with child.

I was going to say
that I have a surprise.

I've invented something.

Ah.

Wee...

wee bit of flint, is it?

Well, no,
it's easier than flint.

They're called matches.

They're easier to light,
it's faster,

and they hold a flame.

You can take them with you

and light a fire
wherever you go.

Oh, never had trouble
lighting a fire.

Putting one out, maybe.

Well, I'm sorry it's not
the news you expected.

Not so. Well done, a leannan.

These uh, matches
will be very useful.

I think it's wonderful,
darling,

and I, for one,
can't wait to use them.

Thank you.

Well done, you too, Roger,

for your deft handling

of Grannie Wilson's
strange funeral.

Aye.

So rousin'
I hear ye woke the dead.

Well, Mr. Christie must have
been impressed, anyway.

He's asked if I might
preach the sermon on Sunday.

As a lay minister, of course.

He did?

Why doesn't Tom do it?

Well, Tom's not a preacher.

Neither are you.

It's just temporary.

Maybe the reverend's up there
watching me, proud.

There's any preaching
to be done,

I'd rather you do it
than Tom Christie.

I've known him to stir up
trouble with his beliefs.

I'll not have it on the Ridge.

I'm happy to fill in.

I was asked to never darken
the doors of the church again.

What?

Apparently,

due to Mrs. Wilson's
rising from the dead,

some of the new settlers
think that I am a witch.

And that doesn't bother you?

Well, it's not as if it's
the first time I've heard it.

And besides, I've no intention

of complying
with their demands.

Especially since I'll
be doing the preaching now.

- Hmm.
- Wouldn't want to miss that.

No.

Oh!

Ah! Ah!

Marsali?

Lord Almighty!

Something feels wrong.

Claire, something feels
different from before.

Here, help me get her
to the surgery.

-Ah.
-Okay.

Seaweed?

Laminaria.

You place it into the cervix,

and it absorbs the moisture
and forces it to open further.

To help the bairn along?

I thought perhaps
it was already on its way.

We had one contraction earlier.

The baby hasn't moved in hours.

♪ ♪

What is it, Sassenach?

Could be anything.

Things I'm completely
unprepared to deal with here.

Now, I could perform
a Caesarian

to save the baby, but--

But not Marsali.

Where the hell is Fergus?

I was hoping you would know.

Marsali said
that he's feeling guilty

about what happened with us,
with the--

with the Browns.

Well, aye, he would.

Why?

It's not his fault.

It makes no difference.

If Marsali should die
or mischief come to the child,

do ye think
he'd not blame himself?

Ye think I dinna curse myself
every day

for what happened to you?

There's nothing either of you
could have done to prevent it.

Besides,
you came to our rescue.

You better find him quickly,

or he may end up
regretting this too.

I'll have Roger fetch him.

-Bree.
-I brought Malva.

Malva, thank you for coming.

If you're truly interested
in helping me,

then tonight's the night.

I'm pleased to be here,
Mistress.

♪ ♪

What in God's name
are you playing at?

Your wife's at the big house
having your child.

Claire's with her.

She can take care of her.

I'd be in the way.

She wants you.

She needs you.

What can I do?

I don't know what it is
you can do,

but she thinks
there's something.

She's been crying out for you.

Fergus.

You'll regret it
if you're not there, trust me.

Maybe not today,
but there'll come a time

where you'll look at
your child and you'll-

You'll never forgive yourself

if you're not with Marsali
on this blessed day.

No. No.

Leave me alone, yeah?
It's too late.

Bloody hell, Fergus.
Your wife is in harm's way.

I don't know what it is
that has you in this state,

but it doesn't matter.

Marsali needs you now.

So for tonight,
pull yourself together

and be the man
that Marsali thinks you are--

the man that you
promised her you'd be.

Even if you have to pretend.

And maybe when you see her,
you won't have to.

Just give some time for
the laminaria to do its work.

Thank you, Malva.

I'll make some tea.

Adso...

if I am to die...

don't be letting
Mistress Fraser

be doing any autopsies on me.

I dinna doubt yer skill,
Claire.

But I ken ye well enough.

I ken what ye look like
when you're worried.

D'ye think I could...

have some paper
and some ink?

Of course.

Why?

I think...

it would be as well

that I write to my mother.

Marsali.

-You're going to be all right.
-Mm-hmm.

And I will do everything
in my power to make that so.

Mm-hmm.

But if it will help
put your mind at ease,

-then of course.
-Mm-hmm.

Mon amour,
I'm here now.

-How are you?
-Better now.

The baby needs to come quickly.

Help me, mon cher.

I'm here for you.

I'm here. I'm here.

I suppose you would not
have heard of this, milady?

But when the birth pangs
are slow to start,

suckling and massaging
the woman's breasts

encourages the womb to move.

I've heard of it before,

but it's... not quite
the conventional method.

In the brothel,
if les filleshad a difficulty,

another would do
such service for her.

I've done it before.
It helps.

When Joan came.

I think I'll uh, give you
both some privacy.

♪ ♪

Fergus.

I think I'm gonna die.

You always think you'll die.

All women think it.

Aye.

That's because
a great many of them do.

Not you.

I'll not let you go.

♪ ♪

You sure the lass is safe
in there wi' him?

Quite sure.

I dinna ken a man could have
so much to do at this part.

Well...

Well... huh.

That's what the wee bugger's
up to, then, uh...

I'm gonna go for a walk.

There's some post
needs sorting.

They're really...

Yes.

At first, I thought
she was in pain.

But some women...

like it?

They do.

Sinners, you mean? Whores?

No.

No, I mean...

well...

...when you love someone,

well, you want
to give them pleasure.

And they want to do
the same for you.

You know, many women...

they enjoy it.

Sorry.

Just saying a prayer
for the bairn.

Cousin?

Can I ask you
about the Cherokee?

What about them?

Uncle Jamie told me
of the Revolution.

He spoke of a new country
after the war.

The United States of America.

United?

And the Indians
will be a part of this nation?

White people will tell them
that they are,

but no.

No, not--not really.

They'll be forced to live
in places far away

from their ancestral homes.

But why?

The Cherokee are strong.

Not strong enough.

Settlers have been coming
and will continue to come,

from all over the world.

They'll take what they want,
and...

the Indians will suffer
because of it.

I'm sorry.

Why are you apologizing?

Because...

knowing what happens to them...

...I'm responsible too.

The bairn's coming.

♪ ♪

Okay. Now push.

That's it. Not too hard.

The head's rather large.

Is that so?

All right, and breathe.

That's it.
You ready to go again?

One, two, three,

and push!

Well?

Listen for yourself.

One last time.

One, two, three.

Push!

Papa.

-Never again.
-No.

Fergus Fraser.

Bonsoir,Monsieur.

-Monsieur?
-Monsieur.

Bonjour.

Bonjour.

♪ ♪

Bonjour.

♪ ♪

Il est un nain.

Fergus.

Fergus. Fergus.

What did he say?

"Nain"?What does that mean?

♪ ♪

It means he's a dwarf.

But he's perfectly healthy.

♪ ♪

Oh.

Oh, he's beautiful.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Works like a charm.

Pointless. Nobody cares.

Oh, come now.

What if Edison has said that?

Edison was a man.

Apparently the only worthwhile
thing I can do is get pregnant.

Is that really
what's bothering ye?

Or is it that we've been trying
for a while now?

Maybe it's just not
the right time.

And seeing as we have decided
to stay here for good,

I guess I should be patient.

Aidan.

What are you doing here?
Come in, lad.

Are you all right?

You must be cold.

Come on.
Let's get you by the fire.

Is everything
all right?

I was out chasing rabbits.

I tried to make my way home,

but must've got
turned about in the dark.

Well, I was just going
for a walk.

Why don't I show you the way?

Your mother must be worried
about you.

Get you home.

Aidan, would you like
to see a marvel?

A trick of sorts?

Aye.

Watch the stick very closely.

How did you do that?
It's a miracle.

It's not a miracle, lad.

It's science.

My wife made it.

She's a genius.

♪ ♪

The fox pelts should fetch
a good sum at Cross Creek.

Well, when ye take the whisky
onward to River Run,

be grateful if you'd see if my
aunt has any letters for me.

Yer humble servant, sir.

Bread and sausage
for the week, as requested.

Don't envy yer gut, Mr. Bug,

nor that one's nose.

We'd best be on our way, lad.

Be safe, Kezzie. Hurry back.

You mean you'll miss me,
Lizzie?

A wee bit, perhaps.

But dinna let that
go your head.

I'll try and keep your brother
out of trouble.

I hope you're not
the talkative one.

Chief Bird.

You're most welcome.

I'm glad of it.

Seeing as we gave you
a warm welcome in our village.

Is there something
we can do for you?

Did you convey my request
for guns to your king?

I decided against it.

Why did you not convey
my request?

You must trust me.

It's for the best.

♪ ♪

This is not the last
you'll see of us, Bear-Killer.

Speak, lad.

Can tell you want to.

I canna agree
with yer decision.

Despite what I told you before?

Because of what
you told me before.

I have a kinship with them.

And what of our kinship?

You ken well my reasons.

You told me that my knowledge
of what's to come

must inform my choices.

Aye. So?

Then that's my reasoning.

Brianna told me
of the injustices

the Indians will face.

If that is their fate,
then they deserve

every chance
to protect themselves.

And if you willna help them,
then I will.

And where do you expect
to find guns for them?

How will you pay for them?

Dinna ken.

But I'll find a way.

Should we
start calling you Atlas?

You look like you've got

the weight of the world
on your shoulders.

Hm.

Heaven and Earth
and everything in between.

Well, whatever it is,

I hope it's nothing
too serious.

I'm not sure there's much
ever put right in this world

with gunpowder and bullets.

It seems one of the ways
most favored by men.

You, um...

you were up at the fisherfolk
camp this morning.

Yes. I was with Roger
at Amy MacCallum's.

Building her a cabin.

Aye, I heard.

They're really making
good progress over there.

Tom's nearly finished
with the church.

They're working
on a steeple now.

You don't seem too pleased.

The church
in Tom Christie's hands...

can become a weapon of war.

♪ ♪

Mr. Christie.

Aye.

What do you think?

Thought ye
were intending

on building a cabin here.

I didna say anything before,

out of respect
for Mistress Wilson, but--

As I told your son-in-law,

a man must build
a house for God

before he builds one
for himself.

We've come a long way
since Ardsmuir, Tom.

Aye.

That place was enough
to make any man lose faith,

but... I'm glad to see
you've kept God first.

But...

well...

you willna have forgotten
your Freemason's vow, will ye?

Uh...

no.

No.

Then let this
be a meeting house.

Neither Protestant
nor Catholic.

A place where every man, woman,
and child may enter freely,

with God in their hearts.

Every man, woman, and child.

Aye.

My wife too, Tom.

♪ ♪

And if I hear of anyone
accusing her

of witchcraft again...

I suppose you'll have me
bring down the steeple, then.

No.

It's a bonnie sight.

It should have a bell.

One that calls all to worship,

or to their lessons.

As I said... a meeting place.

Some windowpanes
wouldna go amiss either.

Always good to have windowpanes
on a meeting house.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

The milk has turned.

Sorry.

I was going
to make some butter.

Why haven't ye?

It must have slipped my mind.

Mistress MacNeill
brought us some ale, father.

would you like some?

I don't want ale.

I want milk.

"Come to a land
of milk and honey," eh?

What do I have?

Nothing!

♪ ♪

It's because
you're spending too much time

with Mistress Fraser!

You have the same...

dark soul as your mother!

And you know
what became of her.

Stand up!

I won't ask you again, Malva.

♪ ♪

I didn't do anything.

Lift your skirts.

♪ ♪

Damn hand!

Damn hand!

Take that look off your face.

♪ ♪

His name is Henri-Christian.

What was that
you said?

A sort of blessin'.

You call upon the wind
to welcome him,

the sky to give him shelter,

and the water and the earth
to yield him food.

I had a child.

♪ ♪

Did ye?

Believe me, cousin,

your husband grieves,

but he'll come back.

Mr. Christie.

- What brings you here?
- Uh...

My hand is worse. It's, uh--

it's preventing me
from... writing.

And-and I have considered
the matter

and prayed upon it,

and I understand now

that God brought you to me
for a reason.

I will undergo
your... operation.

Well, who am I to stand
in the way

of the Almighty's plans?

But as I told you before,

we need to let that left hand
heal properly first.

- Aye.
- So come back then.

Who are you writing to?

The governor.

So, you've decided to pass along

Chief Bird's request
for weapons?

More than that.

I'm recommending
we do as they ask.

Come what may?

Hm.

I may have cause
to regret it, but...

if Governor Martin
sees fit,

the Cherokee will have
their guns,

to do with them as they please.

I, uh...

I'll give the letter
to Major MacDonald

before he leaves.

What made you change your mind?

Ian.

He, uh...

he had a child
with his Mohawk wife.

He what?

He told Marsali.

Dinna say more about it.

He fights for them because...

they are his family.

His allegiance is to them.

And my allegiance is to him.

Well, I think
it's the right thing to do.

♪ ♪

Come what may.

♪ ♪

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