All language subtitles for Outlander.S07E04.WEB.x264-TORRENTGALAXY-eng

- Previously...
- Mistress MacKenzie,

- may I present my son?
- William Ransom.

This is the deed to the house.

Your name's on it now along
with all the bank accounts.

I went through the
stones to save my baby.

I can't
believe this is goodbye.

Are you interested?

Mr. Cornelius
Harnett, I presume.

How do I know we can trust you?

Very shortly there'll
be soldiers comin'

through that door
hopin' to make arrests.

- How do you know this?
- Tell the men to leave.

It was by my hand that
this woman has died.

A life for a life.

When you've somethin'
worth takin',

you'll see me again.

I made a promise to my sister
I'd bring young Ian back to her.

The musket balls will be
enough for passage to Scotland.

♪ You've had a hold on me ♪

♪ It happens to be true ♪

♪ I only want to be with you ♪

You're
back. How was it?

Found this at Oxfam.

Bit of seasonin',
it'll be right as rain.

Wee taste of home.

It's perfect.

Aah! Mama,

Mandy hit me with a stick and
she didn't say she was sorry.

Mandy, say you're sorry.

- Won't.
- Aye, you will.

Sorry.

Sorry about that.

It's nae bother.

I got wee uns myself.

If they'd been livin' in
a caravan for two years,

they'd have driven me around
the bend with their mischief.

Yeah, it's... been a lot.

How close are we on
the bedrooms upstairs?

Well... that's what I
wanted to talk to ya about.

What I was meaning to say,
it's brilliant you're so keen

to preserve the murals in
the dining room, but, eh,

you sure you won't let me plaster
over that slash in the wall up there?

It's bit of an eyesore, now I've fixed
everything else up, don't you think?

It's been there since
just after the '45.

- We're keeping it.
- You were sayin',

- the bedrooms...
- Right.

We can start upstairs
as early as next week.

Whoever did the roof
before did an okay job,

but there's loads of
work up there still.

So I've changed the estimate.

We're not looking fer
Buckingham Palace,

just a simple upstairs.

I know it's higher than
you were expecting.

It's astronomical.

Well, have a think.

- Bri, this is...
- We don't have it, do we?

We've gone through
nearly everythin'

just to get this far.

Well, we're halfway in.

We have a working kitchen.

We have flushing toilets.

We're living the
20th century dream.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Billow and breeze ♪

♪ Islands and seas ♪

♪ Mountains of rain and sun ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

What are you looking for?

I'm hungry. Thought
I'd have a...

An apple.

An apple?

Dinna want to catch that
scurvy that you speak about.

No, you don't.

- Here.
- Ah.

How is it?

Delicious.

Nice try, Jamie Fraser,

but I learned a long time ago

that Highlanders have an innate
suspicion of fresh fruit.

- Here.
- Mm.

But eat your apple as well.

You are going to be on
a ship for three months.

If you say so, Sassenach.

I do say so.

How many women do you know who are my
age who still have all their own teeth?

Mm, well, I admit

you're very well preserved
for such an old crone.

An old crone.

Who's there?

Arch Bug?

Is that you?

Show yourself.

I'm no afraid of ya.

I ken ye made a promise, and
I ken ye mean to keep it.

Well, then, let's settle
it here and now, man.

I'm not afraid of
ye, do ya hear?

Calm yourself!

It's not him. It's in your head.

This is what he wants, for
it to eat ya up inside.

There's nothin'.

I'm not worried
for myself, uncle.

But he means to
kill someone I love

and he kens how much
I love the two of you.

Arch Bug will no
be killing anyone.

The three of us together.
Make sure of that.

Get the fire goin', lad.

Thank you.

Just about all that
declaration is good for.

The arrogance of it.

Uncle Hal would be proud of you.

Ah, trust you to bring up my
father at a time like this.

He'd be mortified to see
me in my current state.

I'm expected to have a
dazzling career in the army.

Oh, come now. Don't
be so dour, cousin.

We're celebrating
your new posting.

I'm still waiting my orders.

Yes, but New York just
seems so far away.

We did not leave England just to
languish here in North Carolina.

We left to put down this
rebellion once and for all.

It will be glorious.

Yes, glorious.

Or bloody carnage.

I do wish you'd been posted
there with me, William.

Soon, I hope.

But tonight, we're
drinking to you.

I am weary, William.

The night
is young, cousin.

Bloody whore!

Get your hands off of me.

That's it. Tell her!

Please, please stop it.

I'm sorry.

You damn fireship!
She's got the pox.

Please, I didn't know!

Look at your neck.

It's scarlet.

You expect me to
believe you didn't know?

Whore! You tried to kill me

and make me pay for
the pleasure of it.

Whoa!

Oh,
what's he done, eh?

Fireship, fireship,
fireship, fireship!

- Whore!
- Puts boots to that whore.

Fireship, fireship, fireship!

- He's going to kill her.
- Don't. Don't.

Whoa!

Burst into fire now!

God curse you!

May your goddamn pricks
all rot and fall off.

Got too many hot coals
up your ass, Lieutenant?

- You vile bastard.
- What's happened here?

We should go.

William.

Let's get another drink, mate.

"Your grandmother says it's
always 200 years, give or take.

"This is true in the old fairy
tales "and in our own experience.

"But Geillis Duncan
went further than that.

"Of course her belief in the necessity
of blood sacrifice is wrong."

Blood sacrifice is
wrong. Well, yeah.

Oh, it's gonna take me

bloody 200 years to
write all this down.

What the hell?

Gold?

Jem, Mandy, it's time
to get you ready for school.

Come on. Let's get
you up and dressed.

Ah!

Jimmy, why is my clock
radio in bits on the floor?

Jeremiah?

According to Jemmy, we have
an infestation of fairy folk.

Do you want to tell us the truth
about what happened to the radio?

The pixies came
and took it apart.

Right.

No pocket money this week.
Go get ready for school.

Can you put it back together?

Sure... if the pixies didn't
lose any of the parts.

I wonder where he got that from.

Scotland has its fair share
of fairy folk, but pixies...

is a wee bit frivolous for us.

We tend toward the grimmer
manifestations of the supernatural...

Water horses, banshee,
uh, uh... blue hags.

It's not like Jemmy to lie.

So you think we've had some
supernatural visitors too.

Well, they do say they have a
fondness for precious metals,

and I did find this.

I was mindlessly rolling it
around in my fingers and...

Huh.

Mama and Da must've put it in the box
as a clue about the Jacobite gold.

D'ya think we should
talk to Jemmy about it?

See what he knows?

Not yet.

I am glad that they'll
have your book someday.

To help them understand. But for
now, I just want them to be...

Kids.

Yeah, me too.

How's it going?

You look good
sitting at that desk.

I can picture Da sitting here.

Do you feel like
a laird behind it?

Do I look like a laird?

Shoot. I'm gonna be
late. I need to go.

A kiss for luck?

Aye.

Right, left, right.

Sir.

Leftenant
Lord Ellesmere,

some rather disgraceful
events last night.

I did hear, however, that
one man tried to intervene.

I could not prevent
it, Captain Richardson.

But you tried.

And very few men have the courage
to confront their fellow soldiers.

I have a proposition to
put before you, Leftenant.

Yes, sir.

I'm charged
with the gathering

of intelligence in
the southern colonies.

Not that I'm in command
of such operations,

but a small part of them.

I appreciate the value
of such operations, sir.

But for myself...

You have no interest in
spying. Of course not.

Few men who regard
themselves as soldiers do.

I am not, however,
recruiting you as a spy,

but rather as a
messenger to our allies.

I gather from your father
you've traveled extensively

in North Carolina and Virginia
where you have a plantation?

Yes.

Are you familiar with
the Great Dismal Swamp?

I am. A fetid place.

I've traveled there on
hunting expeditions.

Do not open these.

They are for Samuel
Cartwright, Henry Carver,

and Joshua
Harrington's eyes only.

Remember those names. They
will not be written down.

You will find them
in Dismal Town.

Say only you are a friend
of Cartwright's cousin

and looking for work.

Deliver these letters with
the upmost discretion.

When that is done, travel north and join
General Burgoyne's forces in New York.

I'll be there as well.

I will not disappoint you, sir.

Depart today. As
soon as you are able.

And see you don't die.

You don't mind me eating,
do you, Miss, um...

Mrs. MacKenzie.

Oh, that's right. Mm.

In fact, do you want to
fetch us a quick cuppa?

- Uh...
- Milk.

Just a splash.

Oh, and two sugars,
if you please.

If you remember that,
you'll do well here.

Here are
my credentials.

Mm-hmm.

As you can see, I was
working toward my degree

in engineering at MIT.

I've had a couple
of apprenticeships.

And I was top of my class
before taking some time off

due to family issues.

I've earned the relevant city
and guilds qualification.

- And also...
- Uh-uh...

I'm sorry, there's been
a... a misunderstanding.

Eh, it's a secretary
we'll be needin'. Ha.

Perhaps so. But I'm applying

for the plant
inspector position.

But...
you're a woman.

And what aspects of plant
inspection require a penis?

Work environment's not
suitable for a female.

The conditions are rough.

To be perfectly honest,

so are the men you'd encounter.

So you hire the type of men
who would assault a woman?

No! 'Course not.

Are your plants
physically dangerous?

In that case, you do
need an inspector.

I-it's more about...

I noticed on my way in

that your fish ladder
isn't in working order.

So unless you want a steep
fine from the regulatory board,

that needs to be fixed.

Far more concerning,

you're releasing water
over the spillway

rather than through the dam.

I'm guessing that means one of
your turbines is out of service.

But you should be
passing the excess water

through the dam dispersal unit.

Now, whether it's wear and tear
or because the storms last week

caused debris to be
pulled into the turbine,

I can't say without
taking a look.

But I promise you,
that once I do,

I will be able to
identify the problem

and tell you how to fix it...
Promptly and economically.

Samuel Cartwright, Henry Carver,

Joshua Harrington.

Jupiter!

Aah!

Jupiter.

Jupiter!

Mr. Fraser.

Mr. Fraser.

Mr. Harnett.

How good to see you again.

Do you have a moment?

Are you heading
north to join the cause?

Who will you be serving under?

I'm afraid my wife and I have
business of a personal nature

to attend to in Scotland.

Then what luck that I
should see you today.

General Schuyler
desperately needs soldiers

up at Fort Ticonderoga to
stall the British advance.

Washington has none to spare.

Well, who better than
the Sons of Liberty

to convince men to take
up arms for the cause?

So if you'd be so good as
to sign here, Mr. Fraser,

the next ship leaves
in the morning.

I will join the
fight, Mr. Harnett.

But I, uh, cannot do so yet.

Perhaps your business can wait.

Rowan County has yet to
meet its quota of men,

which means we
have the authority

to compel its
citizens to join us.

The Continental Congress
has spoken on the matter.

You mean to conscript me?

I would be a fool
not to, Mr. Fraser.

You're a born leader.

Of course, the law does allow for
you to send someone in your stead.

Who shall we send in your place?

I saved your life.

This is the choice you give me?

You saved my life so I
could fight another day.

Today is that day, Mr. Fraser.

For you as well.

You want to fight?

Aye.

But not for the ideal
of freedom or liberty.

Not for the sake of being
on the winning side.

But for you.

For Bri and the
wee lad and lass.

For our family.

Because I canna ask anyone
to fight in my place.

If that isn't an ideal,
I don't know what is.

I've lost so much.

Nothing is guaranteed.

Not home, not family,

nor law, nor life itself.

But I do ken we
willna lose this war.

At the very least, I
can promise victory.

The ship sails at
dawn for New Haven.

And I'll travel by foot from there to
Fort Ticonderoga as a colonel of militia.

I wasn't prepared to
join a war tonight.

Neither were you.

And I won't let
you go without me.

They'll need doctors.

I'm comin' with you too, uncle.

No, lad.

Sail home to Scotland.

I made a promise to your mother.

You promised we'd
return someday.

And we will.

I love this land. I
want to fight fer it.

You know I dinna
ken if it's wise.

T-the Indians.

Many will have already
sided with the British army.

But I've heard the
Shawnee are divided

as to which side they
will choose in this war.

I could offer my services.

Speak to Mr. Harnett.

You mean to ride all the
way through Virginia?

Aye. If it will help.

And if Mr. Harnett is willing.

But
you have to be quiet.

- Jemmy!
- Do you remember

how to count to a hundred?

- Stop it!
- What?

You're so annoying.

It's too quiet.

Where's your sister?

Do it again.

Come here, you.

What have I told you
about puttin' your sister

in the priest hole?

Sorry.

I have to work on
my punishments.

I got the job.

That's great.

Well done, you.

Well done? That's
it? That's all I get?

Hey, kids, go play in
the parlor for a minute.

You didn't think
I'd get it, did you?

I... not because of
you. Because of them.

I admit, I didn't think
they would give the job

- to a woman.
- Well, they did.

And yet you're
still not excited.

It's...

Because you wanna
be the breadwinner.

Well, call me
old-fashioned, but yeah.

More than anything, I just want to support
my wife and children and... I'm not.

Come on. There was a time when you had
your heart set on being a minister.

Now, that's true.

But then I used to believe
that God was in control.

That everything
was part of his...

unalterable, divine plan.

And then we went and
saved your parents' lives

and literally changed history.

We changed the plan.

And I d... I don't
think I need to tell you

how relieved I am that
Jamie and Claire survived.

But...

I guess I suppose it
was a comfort to think

that things couldn't change.

That they're predestined.

That God's in His heaven and
all's right with the world.

Okay, but who's to say that
everything that happened

wasn't part of God's plan?

I just wish I knew
what that plan was.

The last thing your
father said to me

was there was no other man
he'd trust with his daughter.

Your mother said, "Take
care of our girl."

I promised them both,

and I feel as if I'm failing.

Hey, you're not.

You're not.

I should have said
it sooner. I'm sorry.

I am proud of you.

It's your new colleagues I
should be worried about, not you.

They don't know what's comin'.

Mm-mm.

Samuel Cartwright.

Joshua Harrington.

God damn this swamp.

I mean you no harm, sir.

Do you speak English?

I've met Englishmen
who'd say no.

But I think you'll
understand me well enough.

You're Scottish.

I thought... I lived with
the Mohawk for a time.

I can
pay you handsomely

if you'd be willing to give me a
little something to eat or drink.

How generous,

seeing as you dinna look as if
you have very much to offer.

I don't have much
now, I grant you.

But if you help me...

We must see to your wound.

What's your name?

William Ransom.

You know my father?

He's a friend of my
uncle. James Fraser?

I believe you've met him.

Yes.

My father holds
him in high regard.

Respect goes both ways.

We've met as well.

Briefly.

When you visited Fraser's Ridge.

I'm sorry. I do not remember.

You're lucky I found
you when I did.

We have to get these
wee bits of wood out.

Ah...

Aah!

Put your head between your
knees if you're giddy.

I am not giddy, I assure you.

Now, let it dry.

It's a good distance to Dismal Town
if we're to find you a physician.

I'm not in
need of one, thank you.

We'll see about that.

How did you come to
live among the Mohawk?

I was adopted by them.

Was married to a woman
of the Wolf clan.

Thank you.

Ah.

I understand that the
Mohawk think it dishonorable

to show any fear whatsoever.

That if captured or tortured,

they will exhibit no
outward sign of distress.

Is it true?

Mostly, you try not to put
yourself in that position.

If you do,

you sing your death song
and hope to die well.

What sort of song would that be?

A death song?

I've only heard one.

There's a good deal
about who he was,

the man who was dying.

Bit about his victories,

who he'd killed.

Does one compose it in advance

or trust the muse of inspiration

to find you in the moment?

You're not dyin'.

No.

No. Only wondering.

Aye. Well, it's a
wee bit of both.

I am William Clarence

Henry George Ransom.

Earl of...

No, that's too long.

I am William James.

I am William.

There's more to
it than your name.

And if I have no deeds
worthy of committing to song?

Well then, best not die.

Huh.

He likes you.

Already thinks of you as family.

Jesus H. Roosevelt...

Tom?

Oh.

I beg your pardon.

You should be dead.

So should you.

The fire at the ridge...

your husband, he is alive too?

Uh, y-yes.

Glad to hear it.

Are you staying in town?

Uh, w-we're...

we're staying at
the Red Falcon Inn.

Then allow me to accompany you.

Here.

Thank you.

Does, uh...

does Mr. Fraser know?

I did not tell him the
reason for my confession.

You mean, does he
know about your...

gallant feelings towards me?

Mm.

Yes, he does.

He's sympathetic towards you,

knowing from experience
what it's like to...

To love me, as it were.

Anyway, how did you
manage to escape?

Uh, upon discovering
that I was literate

and could write a fair hand,

Governor Martin removed
me from the brig

to be his secretary.

Mm. If I hadn't
mended your hand...

We keep taking turns

at saving each other's
lives it would seem.

After several months, an
official secretary arrived.

By that time, with the
governor's influence dwindled,

there was no one for
them to surrender me to.

Why did you not
return to the ridge?

Oh, I...

I inquired and heard that my
son had left, never to return.

After everything that happened, I
decided it best not to return either.

Is it true that your
house burned down?

Yes.

We lost everything.

Ohh...

Well, a man named McCreery
from William's Creek

brought me news of the incident,

so I placed an obituary.

- You did?
- Mm.

I could not abide the
thought that you, all of you,

should vanish from the Earth

with no formal
marking of the event.

I thought I would at
least make a record...

As I could not lay flowers
on your grave.

The Lord does answer
prayer, you know?

What did you pray for?

Oh, you are a most
uncomfortable woman.

Well, you wouldn't be the
first person to think that.

And I don't mean to pry,
Tom. I was just curious.

I, uh...

I asked why, that's all.

And now you're here,
so I'll say it.

I have loved two women.

One was a witch and a whore.

Some say you are
a witch yourself.

Makes not a whit of difference.

Love of you has led
me to my salvation

and to what I
thought was my peace

once I thought you dead.

And yet, here you are.

I shall have no peace
while you live, woman.

Mind...

I don't say I regret it.

He kissed me.

Liked it, did you?

It isn't funny.

Did you like it?

Had I better go kill him?

Don't be ridiculous.

It was an honest question, Sassenach,
not a serious one, but honest.

He touched you
against your will.

He did. And no,
I didn't like it.

But not
on Tom's account.

Poor fellow.

Well, he wouldn't
want your sympathy.

He would not.

But he's got it nonetheless.

Still, I am glad of it.

Glad of what?

That he's still alive? Or surely not
that he thinks he's in love with me?

Don't belittle his
feelings, Sassenach.

He laid down his
life for you once.

I trust him to do
it again.

I didn't want him to
do it the first time.

The thing
about Tom is...

He wants ya... badly.

- Hmph.
- But he doesna ken

- a thing about you.
- Ah, and you do?

Mm.

I've want and need aplenty,
but I've never kissed you

without caring who you are.

That's something poor
Tom will never know.

You didn't know a thing
about me when you married me.

Well, I knew some things.

Besides that, I mean.

- Mm.
- Ha.

You can't be jealous.

I can.

But surely
you don't think...

- I don't.
- Well, then.

I willna say I
like Tom Christie,

but I'm very much pleased
to know he's alive.

You didna do wrong grievin'
for him, Sassenach.

I grieved for him too.

It's not gone white yet.

Adawehi said you wouldna
come into your full power

until your hair turned white.

I haven't
thought about that in ages.

Oh.

What's made you think of that?

Well, I was thinking

I still had a wee
bit of time yet

before you become too dangerous

for me to bed ya.

And what exactly do you think
I might do to you in bed?

Well, so far you've clawed me,

bitten me...

Stabbed me more than once.

- I have not stabbed you.
- Aye, you have.

You stabbed me in the backside

with your nasty wee needles

and a dozen times more
with a rattlesnake's fang.

I was saving your bloody life.

I cannae say otherwise.

You're not gonna deny
you enjoyed it, though,

are you?

Rattlesnake fang... no.

But as for the hypodermic,

you deserved it.

Mm. Do no harm, is it?

If you're counting what
I've done to you in bed,

you can't count the shots.

- I was in bed.
- Well, I wasn't.

Aye.

You took unfair advantage.

- Did I?
- Mm.

Well, how would you like
it if I were jealous?

You were.

Of Laoghaire.

And I liked it fine.

Maybe you still are, hmm?

Ha. Aye, I thought so.

Hold on
a wee bit longer.

Anyone home? We need help!

Are you Denzell Hunter?

Your neighbor said
you were a physician?

- I am.
- My name is Ian Murray.

This is William Ransom.
He's been injured.

Rachel!

What's wrong?

These men need
our urgent assistance.

Rachel, fetch the saw.

Wait.

You canna mean to...

Poisonous bile is spreading
through thy friend's body.

I must remove his arm.

No. N-no.

I will not submit to this.

Then kindly remove
thyself from our table.

I'd rather die than have
you amputate my arm.

You canna do that.

You still need a
proper death song, aye?

Here.

My Uncle Jamie gave this to me

in a moment when
I needed it most.

It'll give you strength.

Between thy teeth.

Hold him.

You must brace thyself.

Thanks be to God.

Is... is that good?

It appears the bile has
collected in an abscess.

If we release this fluid,

the poison should
leave the body with it.

And you willna have to amputate?

Not today.

I thought thee might
have need of refreshment.

Thee was at William's
bedside all night.

That's kind of you.

It seems he's overcome
the worst of his fever.

Good.

Then I should take
my leave of you.

Oh?

I thought thee might stay until
William is well enough to travel.

There's somewhere I must be.

I canna afford to lose
another day's ride.

Thank you.

For helping my
friend see reason.

I've been told my manner
can be too forward.

Maybe I'm used to it.

My auntie's a physician.

Is she indeed?

Aye.

I've seen her heal
plenty of stubborn men.

Sometimes "too forward"
is exactly what they need.

Well,
thank you for the tea.

But I'll be on my way.

Is thee certain thee wouldn't
like to say goodbye to William?

He should be awake soon.

You may tell him goodbye for me.

I will.

Oh.

He wanted to return this to you.

I'd like him to keep it.

And give him this, too,
when he's ready to leave.

He'll need to purchase
a horse, I expect.

Thee is most generous. I'll
make sure he receives it.

It was a pleasure to
make your acquaintance,

Miss Hunter.

And that of your brother.

It was a pleasure
for me as well.

Goodbye, then.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Rollo.

Hmm.

Roger, where are all
the biscuits and crisps?

And the lemonade. I just
went shopping yesterday.

Maybe it was the pixies again.

Jem, do you know what happened
to all the biscuits and crisps?

No.

Jemmy, tell the truth.

It was a nuckelavee.

Nuckelavee?

It's a... folk tale
from the northern isles.

Kind of a horse-like demon.

Who told you about that, Jem?

It wasn't Grandda was it?

I met one when we
were outside earlier.

He said he'd take
Mandy f I didn't bring him food.

Jemmy...

It's true.

I'm sorry I lied before
about the pixies, Mama.

I broke the alarm clock.

I was only trying to
see how it worked.

But I mean it this time.

The nuckelavee is real.

I need another color.

I've got one.

First pixies and
now nuckelavees.

Did he really think
we'd believe him?

I think he believes it.

And can you blame him, Bri?

He's traveled through time.

He-he told us that
Mandy could travel too

before she could even talk.

He knows there's
magic in the world.

That's all true.

And he has been really good
about not telling people

what he can do, but...

those biscuits didn't
eat themselves.

So unless you think the
nuckelavee is real...

I'll talk to him.

I just worry that if we
stifle his imagination,

he'll forget where
he comes from,

who he comes from.

He'll stop believing
his own story.

Fine.

But if he ends up with
imaginary cavities,

you're handling it.

Deal.

It is regrettable thee
cannot keep thy beard, William.

It is such a striking color.

I should think you would
consider it rather unseemly

for me to have it, Miss Hunter.

Both because I am a gentleman

and because I
understand that Quakers

deem vivid colors
to be too worldly.

Immodest ornament is hardly
the same as acceptance of God's gifts.

Do roses fling
away their petals?

I very much doubt that
roses find their petals

to be as perigynous as a beard.

Itchy.

Thy speech is far superior
to thy clothes, William.

Thee has not said what brought
thee to the Great Dismal.

'Tis a rare thing to see
a gentleman of thy caliber

in our little part of the world.

Well, it was brought
to my attention

that the... hunting is
unparalleled in these parts.

And does thee often
go hunting unarmed?

My horse bolted, as you know.

Ran off with my rifle.

Careful, Miss Hunter.

Or I shall begin to think
you take me for a liar.

I do.

Or, at least,

I think thee is not
telling me the whole tale.

May I see thy wound?

It has made a fine
scar, I think.

It looks like the star
which led the Wise Men.

I'm not too worldly, then.

It fits thy character.

'Tis good thee has
recovered so quickly.

My brother and I, we will be
leaving this place in a few days.

Why?

At the last yearly meeting
of the Society of Friends,

we all prayed on the
matter of politics.

We were advised that peace lay in
reconciliation with Mother England.

But the Spirit moved my brother
to speak in favor of independence.

You mean a rebellion.

I do not.

Liberty is a gift from God.

Denny said we must
endeavor to preserve it.

Some saw that as
encouraging violence,

so Denny was put out of Meeting.

I think thee cannot perhaps
understand what that means.

I gather that is grave indeed.

Something like being drummed
out of one's regiment.

It is more akin to being
drummed out of one's family.

But it has not
deterred my brother.

He intends to join the
Continental Army as a surgeon.

One of the soldiers,
Samuel Cartwright,

said there was a call
for men at Ticonderoga.

When we leave, that
is where we will go.

Is that a Samuel Cartwright
from here in Dismal Town?

Yes. He is a neighbor of ours.

Is thee acquainted with him?

He is known to a friend of mine.

My path also takes me north.

It's a dangerous road.

Perhaps I could accompany
you and your brother.

I would very much appreciate
having some company

on my journey.

Then I thank thee, William.

I will let my brother know.

People who don't
believe in telepathy

have never set foot
on a battlefield

or served with an army.

Something passes
unseen from man to man

when an army is on the move.

The air itself is
live with feeling...

Half eagerness, half dread.

It dances over the skin,

knowing with every step
death walks beside them.

Each hoping to live or die well.

There it is.

Ticonderoga.