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- You pledged safe passage by wampum belt.

You pledged safe passage
upon our surrender!

- You...

Old Briton,

my brother, pledged devotion to father

which he breaks by traitorous acts with the British!

Ugh!

- Father starves our people and steals our land

with liquor and trifles.

He is no father.

And you half breed,

are no true brother of our cause!

- This is not the way of my
people nor the King of France.

- It is the way of the Ottawa,

we'll make our purpose here, like thunder.

- And the two other
traders, Burney and McBryer.

Where be they now?

- The Miami have hid them.

- Well, then I want them
both to Detroit. Unharmed.

That'll be all, Ensign.

- In the Parlor, Major.

- Madam Fairfax.

- I do not, as I've insisted
on numerous occasions,

reply to Madam or any
other form of mummery

in your presence.

To you, my dear boy, I am simply Sally.

Might that be?
- 'Tis, indeed.

A good fellow in Alexandria did supply it.

- 'Tis French.

- Aye. It's origin, Ma...

Sally.

- Well, I speak not a word of French.

- Louis the Beloved, my darling...

George.
- William.

- ...would have the whole
of the Virginia gentry,

whether noble or landed,
croaking out French

if these sensational stories

of his encroachments and
hostilities in the Ohio Valley

as published in the Gazette, be certified.

- How do you mean, dear nephew?

- Dear uncle, father. How was the hunt?

- That the stories published
in the Gazette be sensational,

how do you mean, sir?

- I believe the boy to mean-

- Let him speak his mind, William.

- I will show you.

"From Bristol.

"A one Mrs. Norman found murdered
in her own Huckster shop,

“in a very dismal manner.”

"She, having several marks
of violence about her head,

“a large quantity of blood was issued."

Now the owner of the
Gazette routinely prints

forlorn appeals for old
shirts, caps and handkerchiefs

in order to supply

it's paper mill.
- What are you saying, son?

- What I am saying is that the very estate

of such an enterprise as printed news

demands a measure of sensationalism
for it's very survival

and I'm merely suggesting
that we consider that fact

before England finds itself

in another bloody war with France.

- A fine point, George William.

A fine point, indeed.

- Thank you, sir.

- Young Washington.

What say you in response
to my nephew's claim

that the stories published in the Gazette

be sensational and uncertified.

- 'Twas not a claim, dear uncle.

- The boy was merely suggesting-

- I'm aware, William of
the boy's suggestion,

may also hear what young
Washington would suggest as well.

- I'd say whether sensational or no,

such reports should be
certified without delay,

since it is the divine right of the Crown

to the Ohio Valley that is in question.

- You will dine with us tonight, Major.

- It would be an honor, sir.

- Seems the boy has rightly answered.

- Afterward, I shall write
the letter you requested

to Governor Dinwiddie
recommending your commission

to carry the Crown's remonstrance

to the French Commandant at Fort Duquesne

demanding immediate
cessation of all hostilities

and encroachments in the Ohio Valley.

- Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

- Now, what have you?

- Le Royale, sir.

'Tis to be the first dance
at the Governor's Ball

of the new year.

- Ah, a French Minuet. Wonderful.

You must learn it, at once.

- I can't simply just instruct

without mastery of the language.

- Mm. My nephew was taught
parle Francais at Appleby.

They are still teaching it at the school,

are they not?
- They are.

- Very well, then,

William shall translate

and Abraham will offer a lively beat.

- Excellent.

- Well, then, there it is.

- No one has journeyed
beyond Logstown with reports,

sensational or no,

of French and Savage
butchery at Pickawillany.

And you would send a mere
boy into the midst of it.

- Not I, William, Governor
Dinwiddie shall send the laddie

on behalf of His Majesty.

- Oh, shall he do so as
the Governor of Virginia

or as stockholder in the Ohio Company?

- Be it of any consequence, dear cousin,

if the French be
successful in their efforts

to drive the English
from these Tidewaters?

- Be it of any consequence...

if the boy dies in the wilderness?

- 'Tis mesure trois quarts.

It's a three quarters
measure in a zed figure

and you may circle more than once

while presenting hands.

Now, remember, George, that the
graceful motion of the arms,

and the giving of the hand,

and all material parts
of a gentleman's dancing

of the utmost importance,
a man of fashion.

Now, let us begin.

What you'll be doing,

is you’ll be waiting for the count down

and then you'll be coming together.

- I have had some
instruction in the Minuet.

- Right.

Abraham.

- Good morn', Major Washington.

- Good morn'.

'Tis there be the letter of
Lordship to Governor Dinwiddie?

- 'Tis.

His Lordship spotted
the red fox this morn',

he be on the chase with the colonel.

- And, what of Miss...
- Sally?

Asleepin', I expect.

- Aye. 'Tis early.

- It is.

His Lordship said you are to insist

that the Governor send you with a letter

addressing Mister Christopher Gist

of Will's Creek orderin'
him to accompany you

on the journey.

Mr. Gist is from the Ohio Company.

He has surveyed the winter
lands beyond Logstown.

- I shall so inform the Governor

but I need only a translator.

- His Lordship is head
bullied on the matter.

Mr. Gist is accompanying you.

- Very well, then.

- Your mother, sir.

- What about my mother?

- His Lordship will have
you attend to your mother

at Ferry Farm with
mindful and warm goodbyes

before proceeding on.

- Be that the speech of Lord Fairfax,

or that of yours, Abraham?

- You buried a brother, sir.

But she buried a son.

Say your goodbyes, Major.

- Gabriel, I want
those stacks in the wagon.

Rows straight.

See if you can put the
corn in the cabbage patch.

- Now, what is this conceit?

- 'Tis yonder.

- Well, well, this is most curious.

A word has been inscribed
in our cabbage patch.

- Aye.

- And that word is...

- George.
- Aye, George.

But how has this occurred?

Why has the earth written
the name of my son?

This must be the work of chance.

- I never saw little plants grow up so as

to make one single letter.

How then could they grow

to make the whole of my name so exactly.

- Indeed.

This was not done by chance,

by my own hand.

- For what purpose?

- Do you see the world in which your name

has now sprung forth?

The sky, blue and boundless.

The river, bubbling up
as it rushes forward.

The birds of the air,

and all living things.

It's amazing. Don't you think, George?

Some would have you to believe today

that all of this is the work of chance

and not that of Divine Providence,

a loving creator who has
promised never to leave

nor forsake us,

who will forever be by your
side as I am today, George.

Do you understand?

I must be back to work.

Day’s end draws near.

- And work remains.

- Yes, work remains.

Yet, I do so enjoy this wonderful view.

Shall I tarry longer?

- Aye.

- Then I shall.

And I shall give you my time piece

so that I may not be vexed by its ticking.

- You have been commissioned
by the Governor of Virginia.

- I read your letter.

- Who was acting by order of the Crown

of whom ye be a subject.

- My son lies sick at the
mouth of the Conegocheague,

'tis him I shall attend.

Be it so I fall not out
of favor with the Crown,

I pray ye relieve me of this undertaking

so I may go to my own with no thought.

- I shall not relieve you.

Go and risk the consequence of it.

- My wife will provide stew meat,

a place for you to rest
before you set out.

Have a good evening, sir.

- [Washington] Ma'am.

- Come inside, girls.

- Thank you.

- Ye eat like a boy.

- I shall tell Governor
Dinwiddie the circumstances

surrounding your
husband's insubordination.

Rest assured he will justly weigh-

- Justly weigh?

- [Washington] Aye.

- Ye know not the man.

- Pray pardon?

- The governor possesses no ableness

to justly weigh a matter

when his own enrichment be in question.

- 'Tis the divine right
of the Crown in question,

Misses Gist.

- Ye know not the Crown
as well, Major Washington.

Nor your own self, I suspect.

- What say you, Madam?

- Ye eat and ye think like a boy.

- Is this the proper
time for this discussion?

- I'm afraid the children
posses more discernment

than you, Mr. Washington.

- I am a commissioned officer
and the King's emissary.

- Ye are inexperienced in
the ways of government.

And Dinwiddie is a brutish wretch

to send you on this death trip...

with my husband.

I'll make ready your room.

- You're quite tall for
a boy, Mr. Washington.

- Beth, it's Major Washington.

- And ye are both quite
smart for such young girls.

- "31st of October, 1753.

"I was commissioned by
the Governor of Virginia

"to deliver a letter to the
French Forces on the Ohio."

- Why stand ye there, Chris?

'Tis two days journey
to the Conegocheague.

Why ye stand there?

- I wrote a letter and sent
medicine with a messenger.

- Shall our son face his mortality

in the company of a hired man

instead of his own father
who seems to choose the Crown

over everything else?

- He shall recover, Sarah.

Ye shall see him soon.

- What if he doesn't?

What if he die out there all alone

without any care from his family?

- Sarah, I am confident he shall recover.

- Oh, Chris.

Here. Offer your new companion a glass.

Could be his last.

- 'Tis safe. She'd be gone to bed.

- [Washington] Aye.

- Can you speak French, Major?

- Nay.

- Aye, 'twas your
brother attended Appleby?

You were schooled at home.

Says, "We, French, shall not
be departin' the Ohio Valley

"any time soon.

"We have the forts and the
Ottawa Nation to back it up."

What'd ye have?

- The Iroquois.

The Iroquois still stand with the Crown.

- Do they now?

- You, yourself, negotiated

the treaty at Logstown and-
- Aye.

I committed the Crown
and the Ohio Company,

as I were instructed to,

to build a fort on the Monongahela

to protect the Indian allies

and for my efforts I was promised land.

Neither of which has King George honored.

The Iroquois may still
stand with the Crown

but it by the cause of the
Half King's lust of revenge

for the Ottawa killing
and eating his daddy.

- The Plate. Where was it found?

- Pickawillany.

Or what be left of it.

Trader, by the name of Burney,

took it up out of the ash,

delivered it to me with
a story that the Ottawa,

under French command, raided the village,

killing men, women and children

then doin' the same to the Village Chief.

- Memeskia?

- He was a good friend,

Memeskia, the Old Briton,
put his trust in the Crown.

Kept assurin' him the Fort would be built

and his people would be safe in the land.

They butchered him in front
of his wife and children

so that no Provincial nor Indian,

not loyal to French,
would dare venture to go

where you and the
Governor would have us go.

- I suggest you get some sleep, Major.

It'll be first light, sir.

- Aye.

Good eve', Mr. Gist.

- Ever fire that musket
at a living being, upright,

not scuttling in the dust, Major?

- Nay, Mr. Gist,

was my brother who taught me to fire.

And he also taught me to stay my hand

in the absence of reason and authority.

- Hm.

Well your brother be not here, Major,

be just the two of us.

And I know from having trekked through it,

there'd be an absence of
reason where we be heading.

- [Washington] “The cold
increased very fast

“and the roads we're becoming
worse by a deep snow.

“Therefore, we determined to
continue our journey on foot.”

More provision, sir.

You may take a rest

when you finish with your stories, Major.

I'll keep watch.

- What do you think
about eternity, Mr. Gist?

- Well, Major, currently
I'm in the employee

of avoiding eternity from the both of us.

As long as I see those
who are mine that I love.

That should be enough.

- Do you fear the Allegheny more, or Sarah?

- Oh.

Well, if we make it not
across the Allegheny,

her anger will follow me
into your eternity, sir,

that I promise you.

- [Washington] “We met up with the Half King

“and his men at Logstown
and made an alliance.

“They joined our group.

“We all arrived at Fort LeBeouf, December 12th, 1753.

“While we awaited to visit the Commandant

“about the letter from Governor Dinwiddie,

“I had the opportunity to make
observations about the Fort.

“According to my best judgment,

“there are approximately 100 soldiers.

“The bastions are made of
piles driven into the ground

“and about 12 feet above,
and sharp at the top.”

- I've assessed the Fort and made note.

There are about 100 men on...

What say you, Mr. Gist?

- Half King is inside
with Captain La Force.

We cannot put our hopes in these Iroquois.

They've been good to us,

but they can be swayed by what
is best for their survival.

- My hope is not in any man,
Mr. Gist, but in the Divine.

And I pray that the Half Kings not succumb

to their flattery nor their fine speech,

but he assured me that we
ought not be concerned,

that he knew the French all too well.

- They have managed to keep us here

far longer than we ought, Major.

We cannot predict what these Indians

will or will not bow to.

Must stay sharp.

- I believe we are being
invited to sup, Major.

- Very well.

- May I ask when Commandant
Legardeur will arrive?

- The Commandant has other
demanding priorities, Major.

Ye' do not think that you are the only one

who vies for his attention?

But, I am certain that
he will be back soon.

- I should think the highest priority

should be placed on French
and British relations.

- Are you not enjoying
our hospitality, Major?

Here, have some more of
our finest French wine.

- We are obliged by your hospitality.

But we are eager to see the
Commandant so we may be on way.

- You know, your Indian companions,

they love our fine wine,

as well as our exquisite gifts.

- Aye.

I'm quite certain, they do.

- By whose authority and instruction

do the French Commander-General

march his troops from Canada
and invade Virginia territory?

- Ye dare ask me this,

when your English subjects
are on French territory.

- They are only there to trade, Captain.

- No.

No Englishman has the right to trade

on French claimed lands.

- He speaks in English now.

- The British have made
claim to this land.

And I demand a response to
Governor Dinwiddie's letter.

- You are in no position to demand

anything, Major Washington!

- Gentlemen, please,

we are only here to deliver
a message, not start a war.

Major.

- Major Washington, did
you not know that La Sol

made the discovery of
this land 60 years ago,

long before English
eyes were even upon it?

- What did they say, Mr. Gist?

- I am not certain,

but I would venture to say

they are not applauding our charm and wit.

Major, hold your anger.

- I have never laid eyes on
such a fruitless endeavor.

I shall take my leave, gentlemen.

- No, Major, you shall
wait for the Commandant.

- We have waited far too long.

- Gentleman, forgive my tardiness.

I have much business to conduct

in continuing the affairs of the Fort.

- Good eve, Commandant.

- Sir, we are glad you could join us.

- We also have much business to attend to,

which brings us to the
letter of remonstrance

from Governor Dinwiddie.

Have you a reply for us?

- It must have been a treacherous journey

to come here in the dead of winter.

- Aye.

And I fear it will be
much worse going back.

- Commandant, we have been
here long enough, please.

- I have reviewed the letter

and I find it to be quite bold,

considering the French have
already claimed this land.

Major Washington, it
is our absolute design

to take possession of the Ohio Valley.

Adieu.

- [Washington] “I tied
myself up in a match coat

“and with my pack containing
the letter of remonstrance,

“provisions and a gun,

“set out with Mr. Gist,

“accompanied by an Indian guide.”

- The guide hastens.

- Do you see him, Major? Is he before us?

- Nay, he has quickened.

Are we nigh?

- Two whoops.

He made a claim of two whoops.

You be watchful, Major,

I trust him not.

- Are there others?
- We're in Ottawa nation.

- We have no writ of execution, Mr. Gist.

We shall return to Williamsburg

to put the Indian to custody.

- Nay, this savage will not take breath

a moment longer, Major.

Stand aside.

- You will put away your
sidearm at once sir,

or you will answer for mutinous acts.

Mr. Gist!
- Ah!

This fell beast is a sweet French monger.

- Halt, I said!

- I now recall you ferreting
about Fort Le Boeuf.

- Halt at once, Mr. Gist.

- He led us into Ottawa territory

to have us murdered by his butchering lot.

They would have your
precious governor's letter

and our pitiful scalps if
he had not lost the trail

in this mist.

Two whoops to the cabin, you say...

And I suppose you got
lost and fired your weapon

without thought.

We have neither the resource nor fortitude

to take custody of this savage.

And since you will not let me kill him,

we must get him away and travel all night

to the Allegheny River and
hope it is froze hard to cross.

- Be gone, treacherous fox.

- We are not only emissaries
of the Crown here, Mr. Gist,

but ambassadors of the Divine.

Our every step will speak
beyond this snowy hill.

- That Indian will find his brothers

and they will hunt us down.

Our every step on this
snowy hill will betray us.

We must hurry now.

- Water, Major.
- Good.

Ah, let's not tarry long.

- Shall I make note of
the guide's treason?

I shall make note.

Are they Ottawa, Gist?

- Aye.

-Tis’t the guide and his brothers.

- [Mr. Gist] Aye.

We are in the midst of scalpers.

If it come to a fight,
you take the lead man,

I'll occupy the next two while you reload.

And Major,

show no fear.

- I hear tell ye be quite
the ballroom dancer, Major.

- Why parley such vanity where
there be scalping knives?

- It's a dance, son.

Await the bow,

before ye curtsey the both
of us off to a diet of worms.

- My heart, Mr. Gist.
- No.

No, Major, my heart.

I've not-
- No.

- The Allegheny?
- Aye.

And from the sound of her,
she'll be forbiddin' us to cross.

- We shall see.

- Ugh. My heart, Major.

We'll not cross without a vessel.

So I propose we return to Logstown

and make quarters till the
river bids us to cross.

- Nay.

- 'Tis a full day's journey,
must make haste, Major.

- I said, nay, Mr. Gist.

We have confirmed, sir,

that French have assembled
an Army and a war fleet

near Fort La Jonquière and
that they intend to invade.

Virginia is not prepared
for war with France.

Legardeur's reply to Governor
Dinwiddie's remonstrance

is expressly needed to
secure military funding

from the Congress and the
full assurance of the Crown.

We shall cross,

and without delay.

What else, sir, might you propose?

- Two quant poles, Major.

Fifteen feet, hollow to float.

Use the Gunter chain to measure it out.

Ten feet, we'll be rudderless.

- Aye.

- Major.

- Aye?

- Where be the Crown, now?

- I know not your meaning.

- Your high speech about
the Crown and the Divine.

I see no crown here.

Nothing divine about that river.

Where will we be if you and
I swept off this very night.

- Best I could muster.

- I'll punt and rudder.

You keep us clear of ice.

It'll be coming fast and
as big as a saltbox house.

And Major, if we lose this barge in the tide,

it be scant moments 'fore that icy water'll

take your last breath.

So you rescue not, but the far shore

and that with dire haste.

Steady, Major.

- Aye, aye, aye!

There, look sharp Major!

- Left! Left!

- Hold, Major!

- Major!

Major!

Major!

Major!

Major, here!

Here! Reach!

Reach, Major!

- Give rest, O' Lord, to your servant,

Augustine Washington, with
all the saints in heaven.

Look with pity upon the
sorrows of thy servants

for whom prayers are for

and give them peace through
Jesus Christ, our Lord.

Amen.

- You sir, have a cough of the lungs,

for which I'd recommend a paste of honey,

celery seed and pepper to be
used every morning and evening

till though be whole.
- Patsy!

- And do not go from a
warm fire to a cold bed.

- [Woman] Quit vexing the boy.

- My sister, Elizabeth
perished from such a cough.

So I'd adhere to my cure to the letter.

- [Woman] Come here, child.

- And that sir, is the weight of it.

- Cease your yowling!

You are terrifying
little George Washington.

- Stay awake!

- Legardeur's reply.

Has it survived the river?

- You're not shivering, son.

- Has it survived the river?

- Ye should be torn up with the shakes,

yet, ye lay there still as a dustman.

And do not sleep. You must stay awake.

Your blood is freezing.

If you sleep, you'll not awaken.

- Did Legardeur's reply

survive the river?

- Bags were untouched by the river.

It has survived.

- That is good news, Mr. Gist.

Good news, indeed.

- I must gather fuel for the fire

or neither you nor I will
survive this night's cold.

Stay awake.

- Aye.

The Minuet.

You inquired of my skill
on the dance floor.

I am quite handy at the Minuet.

Best in Virginia some would say.

- Ye be chatterin' now, son. That's good.

- I be frosted, Mr. Gist.

Frosted.

- I've been following Washington's career,

and I believe he's quite the leader.

- You're right, sir.
- Colonel Fairfax,

what say you about this commission?

- George is rather young,
but he's proved himself able.

- Well said, sir.

- Ah, Lord Fairfax.

I just read our young Washington's report

seems to be a trifle of
flourishments in these words,

what say you?

- Young Washington's integrity

be not the one in question.

- The bloody flux is a retched disease

making mortality a constant companion.

- His skill surpasses the
most noblest of gentry.

- Shall we dance another?

- Well, it would be my pleasure, dear sir,

but I'm afraid I hotly vexed your admirers

who would gladly see me dangle

in the sheriff's picture-frame
if we were to step again.

Oh, but do tell me again,
Colonel Washington,

for you have failed to
describe in any embellishment

how you and Christopher Gist were rescued

from that iceberg-besieged river.

- 'Tis all in my journal, Sally.

- Oh.

- I was just discussing
the sensational details

with Dr. Craik here,

of which having been
published, my dearest darling,

in newspapers, both here and abroad,

have made our raw laddie here, the toast

of these thirteen colonies.

- Oh, well, I've even heard
that the King, himself,

has taken a peek at the venturous tale.

- 'Twas Governor Dinwiddie's enterprise

to make my report public record.

Beyond that, I hid not the ending.

- Nor did you add any flourish
to the extraordinary fact

that the very next morning-

- The Allegheny had, to quote said,

"flourish-less report,"

“shut up hard with ice” so that
Colonel Washington, here,

and Mr. Gist, simply strolled across it.

- Aye.

That would be the weight of it.

- And, yet, that isn't quite, as you say,

the "weight of it," is it, Colonel?

- Please, Dear Doctor,

has the boy not narrowly escaped

the hostilities of the Ohio Valley

only to be besieged right
here in the Governor's Palace.

- I am quite certain, my dear,

after such a narrow escape,

young Washington has
grown quite impenetrable

to words fired by a musket
blast of gentlemanly inquiry.

Pray tell, Doctor, what say you?

- I say that I spoke to Mr.
Christopher Gist earlier today.

I have been treating the poor fellow,

he's been stricken with a
nasty case of frostbite.

And, according to Mr. Gist,

Colonel Washington fancies
the timely occasion

of a shut up Allegheny to be
an act of Divine Providence,

as opposed to the simple,
scientific operation

of water at thirty-two degrees Fahrenheit.

- Yes, indeed.

- And how, George, do you
respond to this indictment

that some would say to
be unreasonable reasoning

in the age, of reason, sir?

- With bygone earnest I should expect.

- I hold the thought of Divine Providence

quite pleasing, kind sir.

- As do I for this port.

Find it to be quite pleasing indeed.

Albeit a bit tart.

- Well then, there you have it.

- Dr. James Craik, Colonel.

I've been assigned to
serve as chief surgeon

in your Provincial Regiment, sir.

- 'Tis a pleasure,

although I sincerely hope
I will not be in need

of your services, Doctor.

- Aye, Colonel.

- I shall, between musket
fire and war whoops,

look forward to the
continuance of our discourse.

Now if you'll excuse me, I
have some matters to attend.

- Uh, war whoops, you say?

- Aye, and scalping knives.

Good eve, William.

A horse, please.

- I trust not a man endowed
with a flourishment of words,

his deeds tend to fall
short of the monuments

constructed by his vocabulary.

- If that be a compliment, dear lady,

I attribute my lack of
flourish not to any virtue,

but to an inferior education,

which I, daily, labor to improve.

- I assume not your virtue,
nor lack thereof, dear sir.

- With whom might I have
the pleasure of speaking?

- I'm the wife of Mr. Daniel Custis.

- Of New Kent County?

- Of the Governor's Council.

- My father and your
husband knew of each other.

He is well regarded.

Now, if you will allow me, madam,

it has been a very long evening.

- Many in the House believe your trip

to the French Commandant to be theatrics,

to induce public sentiment,

both here and abroad for war.

- I assure you, the
number of French Regulars

I've appraised be not theater.

- An appraisal based on Captain
Jonquière's licensed tongue

which vanished from restraint
by a liberal dosing of wine,

you count as reliable, sir.

- The fact that I am a gentleman

forbids me to answer such a query, madam.

Good eve.

- Do you also ascribe to the notion

that an outpost officer,

clearly lacking a military discipline,

would be privy to the true
nature of the French occupation

in the Ohio Valley,

or that Jonquière's description

of insurmountable French
presence in the Ohio Valley

be not mere bluster to seduce
the Indians in your charge.

- Where madam, do you get your facts?

- 'Tis in your journal, sir.

- 'Tis all in your journal.

- Well, sentiment or
no, England is at war.

- Why then, have no British
Regulars landed in Alexandria

to enforce the Governor's ultimatum?

- I know not, perhaps a
ship sails this very moment.

- I can assure you no ship sails.

- 'Tis a big blue sea, madam.

- Doubt me not, Colonel.

As well as being the
wife of Daniel Custis,

I am also the granddaughter
of Sir Daniel Parke,

aide-de-camp to the Duke of Marlborough

and personal advisor to Queen Anne.

I assure you, sir, I
enjoy reliable sources

both here and in England.

No ship travels to our aid, sir.

Virginia is alone in this enterprise.

- Then why critique my appraisals

in such a disagreeable manner?

What?

No quip, dear lady?

- You appraise a mere six hundred.

Are you aware there are reports

of over fifteen hundred
French Regulars landing

on the southern shores of Lake Eerie?

That, Colonel, will be
an overwhelming force

to an army of planters and shopkeepers

that you have been promoted to command.

And that, sir, is the weight of it.

- What is your name, madam?

- I have told you that I am
the wife of Daniel Custis.

- You've told me nothing.

- I have, most assuredly, warned you

that there will be a force
of more than two-thousand-

- You are that brass, little girl.

A paste of honey, celery seed and pepper

to be used every morning and
evening till thou be whole

and do not go from a warm fire-

- To a cold bed.

How is it that you revive
my memory by a cold remedy?

- Because it is an
effective one, dear lady,

and because I've thought
of that brass, little girl

many times since my father's death.

You are the daughter of John Dandridge.

And your name is-

- Martha.

My name is Martha.

- [Washington] “I've gotten
word that the French

“were at the crossing of
Youghiogheny about 18 miles away.

“I hurried to this place
as a convenient spot.

“We have with natures assistance
made a good entrenchment

“and by clearing the bushes
out of these meadows

“prepared a charming
field for an encounter.

“I dispatched men to discover
the enemy and their strength.

“I must take the liberty of
mentioning to Your Honor

“the necessity there is
for having goods out here

“to give for services of the Indians.

“They all expect it and refuse to scout

“or do any thing without it.

“These services are paid
well by the French.

“I really think with five or six hundred pounds

“worth of proper goods sent,

“it would be in our best interest.”

- You're cloak, sir.

Clean as a whistle.

- Thank you, Ensign Gates.
- Sir.

- [Washington] “I have
been obliged to pay shirts

“for what they have already done,

“which I cannot continue to do.”

- I know ye must have seen
enough fire for one day

and fear the flames.

I read a once story about three men

who were thrown into a fire.

As they looked on, a fourth
walked in to protect them.

A Divine presence saving
them from the flames...

But where be He now?

We are just man against undivine man,

until we all be consumed
and burned in the flames.

You take first watch.

We ride out at dawn.

- Pa, it's me.

- That is a good way to get hurt, boy.

- The French.

They raided and burnt
the cabin this morning

looking for you.

Ma and the girls are unhurt.

They fled to Logstown
and will meet us there.

- Take this.

Go into those trees.

Don't make a sound.

- You don't strike me as
someone who plays with dolls.

- Are you Mr. Christopher Gist?

- Who be askin'?

- I am Ensign Drouillon,
of the French Regulars

stationed at Fort Duquesne.

My superior here, Captain Jumonville,

has received word that ye may
be working with the British

as a spy.

- I have no quarrel with the French,

nor does my loyalty lie with the British.

I am but a simple farmer.

- What right do ye have to
defy the French authorities?

- I have no intention of
defying French authority,

but I am certain I have every
right to defend my family.

- Do ye expect to defeat
our entire regiment alone?

- Your ole friend, Half-King
and fifty of his warriors

lie in wait.

Are you certain you want to do this today?

- We will be watching you, Mr. Gist.

- Son.

I must warn Washington.

Tell your mother to meet
me at the great crossing.

Go. Quickly.

- I asked for seventy-four
wagons at Winchester.

Why have ye arrived with only one?

- Indeed, we been sent
from Winchester, sir,

but I don't know about
the seventy-four wagons.

But I do know we have
another one arriving soon.

- Arriving soon?

- Yes, sir.

- What are you doing
driving military supplies?

Who sent you?

- Captain Van Braam,
please help your nephew

unload the wagon.

- Captain Broadwater sent us, sir.

I've always wanted a
chance to be in the army.

At least drivin' these here wagons,

I gets to do my part...

I'm sorry, but I'm just doing as I'm told

and ye have these two wagons,

compliments of Captain Broadwater, sir.

- I suppose we'll have to make do then.

- [Driver] Yes, sir.

- What is your name, driver?

- Samuel Jenkins, sir.

- Ensign Bland.
- Sir?

- See to it that Mister
Jenkins and his horses

are refreshed.

- [Bland] Aye, sir.

- [Jenkins] Thank you, sir.

- Let me help.

Carry on, Jenkins.

- Thank you, sir. Thank you.

- Colonel.
- Report, Major.

- Provisions from Winchester
have been inadequate, at best.

Dr. Craik removed four more men from duty,

stricken with the bloody fluxes.

- That'd be five, sir.

- Find out the cause of this, Dr. Craik.

- The cause be these filthy condition.

Clean up your bloody tent, lad.

- Is that all, Major?

- Last night, the scouts
examined movement in the wild.

Our sentries fired.

The men stayed on arms till dawn,

but we found no enemy.

- Was roll called this morn'?

- Aye.

Six men are missing.

Shall I dispatch a company?

- Nay.

We've sent twenty-three men
out after deserters already.

Record the names, and send
them to Governor Dinwiddie.

Now, Major Stobo, is that all?

- Christopher Gist has
arrived from Wills Creek, sir.

- Thank you, Major.

Good day, Mr. Gist!

- Colonel now, is it?

- Aye.

- Did I overhear Captain
Van Braam murmuring

about a lack of supplies?

- Indeed, we are nearing
the end of our provisions.

- How be the lowlander these days?

- He is still,

what did you call him, Mr. Gist?

- Bit of a high class dandy.

But, I do not hold that against him.

- He is proficient at the sword,

having been my instructor at Mount Vernon

and a decent translator.

- [Mr. Gist] I trust not his French.

- Nor his English, if truth be told.

- Nonetheless, he is the
only translator we have so,

therefore we shall make
do with his French.

Have ye eaten?

- Hardtack, Mr. Gist. Soaked in rum.

A delicacy of the Virginia Militia.

- Aye. Thank you, Doctor.

I've heard many tales
about the fine dining

of a military campaign.

- Certainly no match for your wife's stew.

- Deer jerk.

I trust ye will find it
better than the hardtack.

Well, then, Mr. Gist,

what brings you to our charming field?

- I was paid a visit by the French.

- The French?
- Aye.

Captain Jumonville and his
regulars from Fort Duquesne.

It seems the news of
my loyalty to the crown

has become widespread.

They burned my farm for
helpin' you last winter.

- Hard news.
- Aye.

- They are greedy for
land south of the Ohio.

Do ye believe that vengeance
was his true intent?

- If it was not, 'tis now.

- With the fall of Fort Prince George,

there are now no fortifications
between our position,

and the French.

We must fortify as quickly as possible.

- [Mr. Gist] That is not all, Colonel.

- Go on.

- Ridin' here, I came across their tracks.

North-east. Not five
miles from this very tent.

- How many men?

- [Mr. Gist] Thirty, likely more.

- The French are either
spying or setting an ambush.

- [Mr. Gist] Aye.

- James,

alert Captain Stephens
to muster his men,

two days' rations, forty rounds of powder,

and fresh flints.

We shall march to the Half-King this eve.

- Aye, Colonel.

- Do not rush to arms, son.

- If ye be right about the tracks

belonging to Jumonville, Mr. Gist,

we are already late to arms.

The French are to remain in the belief

that our numbers are greater,

until we be reinforced by Colonel Fry

and his New York Companies.

If I might impose upon
you yet again, my friend.

- I helped you once, now
my family be endangered.

- Ye still be a loyal
subject of the Crown,

and my fellow compatriot.

This circumstance may lead

to an open conflict with the French.

Governor Dinwiddie must be informed.

For the sake of your family,
if for no other reason.

- I suppose the French
will not stop at threats.

I'll see to it.

Colonel...

my heart, yet again.

- Mr. Gist.

- What say ye this stormy eve cousin?

- Can ye imagine it,

a world of little people with one giant.

- Ah...

Gulliver's Travels.

Well, it's not unlike the world today.

When a great office is vacant,

five or six candidates
petition the emperor

to entertain his majesty
with a dance on the rope;

and whoever jumps the
highest without falling,

succeeds in the office.

- Can we not enjoy one eve

without you plotting your next move.

- [Lord Fairfax] I'm just
quoting the book, William.

I've received word that
our young Washington

is in need of supplies.

- [Lord Fairfax] And...

did you petition the Governor?

I've long pondered, Thomas,

if it were your studied
intent to see the boy fail

in the Ohio.

Last winter, ye asserted your influence

to see Governor Dinwiddie,

send the boy into the wild with
the letter of remonstrance,

but now ye assert none when he petitions

for aid and supplies.

Why?

- So entrenched in his noble
ideals, our young Washington.

'Tis why I did pick the boy, William.

- Ye picked the boy?

- Like a ripe apple.

- For what did ye pick him?

- Why, for the task at hand, of course.

There is not a finer officer
than one who is unafraid

to fight alongside his men.

- Ye speak of war, Thomas.

What plot have ye hatched?

- At this very hour,

whispers are finding
their way into the ears

of King George of the threat

the French pose in acquiring
the land in the Ohio Valley

for the Crown,

including our five million acres.

- So you do speak of the Ohio.

You would rather see our
boys die in bloody war-

- What did ye think?

That I was to entrust
the Fairfax Land Grant

to the inept and bumbling
House of Burgesses,

who've thrice attempted to deprive me,

us, you, and your dear son of our land?

Our wealth?

Our future?

- And what of the fate
of young Washington?

- Hm.

- There. Across there.

- Laddie!
- I'm all right.

I'm all right.

- You should check your pants Captain!

I can smell it from here.

It's just an owl.

- Watch your step, boys.

Stephens.

- Here.

Hostiles, sir?

- 'Tis the Half-King, our brother.

- I thought he promised us fifty warriors?

There are but ten.

- We'll have to make do.

Come.

The Half-King will lead us
to the French encampment.

- All right, men let's go.

- I count thirty-five.

- Aye. We be evenly-matched, sir.

- Colonel.

These be well-used French Marines,

and we be farmers, land
lopers, and convicts.

- And we have been in rain all night.

Our powder may be wet, and
Bessie may not be in the mood

to pop-off this morn'.

- My girl hasn't failed me yet.

We'll be ready.

- Waggoner, tell Stephens to fix bayonets.

If our muskets fail,

he and his men are to join
us in charging the camp.

- Aye.

- Major Stobo, hold fire
till I give command.

- Aye.

Follow me.

- Captain Van Braam...

stay by my side.

I shall have need of your French.

- Aye, Colonel.

At your side I shall remain.

- Bayonets one, or all of us?

Let's go.

Bayonets.

There's no time

to be fearful.
- Mm-hmm.

- It's time to be brave.
- Mm-hmm.

- La Force.

- Fire at will! Fire at will!

- Ah. I told the Colonel
ye wouldn't fail me, lass.

Now look what ye gone and done!

- Colonel Washington, sir!

Colonel Washington.

Colonel Washington we've got them on the-

- So you want to dance?

Ah. Let's hunt.

Come on, boy!

- Stephens! Stephens!

- Stobo! Van Braam!

- I can manage, Colonel.

Go on.

Go on!

- Charge!

- I don't understand what you're saying?

Van Braam!

Captain Van Braam!

- I don't understand.

- Colonel Washington!

- Easy now.

Easy.

Here we go.

Oh.

- Easy, Major.

I thought you said you were
trained in the medical.

- Aye.

Dr. Craik gave me a lesson
before we left camp.

He said the main thing
is to clean the wound, so

I cleaned the wound.

Congratulations on your first
military victory, Colonel.

- What are the casualties?

- One killed, sir. Three wounded.

- Very well.

Pass on my compliments to your men.

- Aye, Colonel.

- [Woman] Do you want another pint, love.

- [Man] I'll take a pint, and some love.

- [Woman] Oh, you always
joke and your never funny.

- [Man] Can't knock a man for trying.

- [Man] Gentlemen. Gentlemen!

We have to trade for the Ohio.

- Might I have a minute of your time, sir?

- Well, that dear lady would depend upon

what you propose we do with
the time ye be soliciting.

- I wish to contribute
to my husband's defense

of Colonel George Washington.

- I should think you'd be
entirely content with your

tea parties and needle work,

and happily leave the
politicking to the men.