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Previously...

We were in Scotland
on our second honeymoon.

I wanted it to be a dream,
but I knew it wasn't.

I'd seemed to have
fallen through time.

Seems that the feral cat
we picked up on the road

is trying to pull in her claws.

Colum is taking credit
for bringing you on as healer

to the MacKenzies.

I doubt he'll want to
see you leave anytime soon.

I sent Jamie to the stables
to help Old Alec with the horses.

Best place for him
under the circumstances.

Dinna want him inside the walls.

Jamie needs a woman, not a Jessie.

And Laoghaire
will be a lassie until she's 50.

Mistress Beauchamp was just about to
tell me of her unusual upbringing.

I'm sure it's a good story.

She came back through the stones?

Aye, she did. They always do.

I must escape Castle Leech on my own

and get back to the stones
as soon as possible

or die trying.

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- Tonight we feast!
- And eat like kings!

You won't make a meal of me yet!

The beast is getting away!

Something catch your eye there,
lassie?

Yes, something
I'm not likely to forget in a hurry.

Mistress Claire.

You've lost your fichu.

And you lost your hair ribbon
yesterday.

So I have.

I was so concentrated on
escaping you, I didn't even notice.

Are you done with your game, lass?

Soon.

The MacKenzie dinna say you could
waste the whole day out here.

Well' who says we're done yet?
There's still lots more to explore.

You were right, Mistress.

This pan of the woods is
much better than the courtyard

or the other side of the castle.

- Can I be the boar this time?
- I don't see why not.

All right. To the hunt!

Mistress Beauchamp!

We're missing the festivities.

It's nae since I was a bairn
we've had a gathering at Leoch.

All right.

Shall we let these men
get to their festivities?

Come on.

- We can play again tomorrow.
- Of course.

All right. Shall we?

The hunting game was
more than a pleasant diversion.

It allowed me to reconnoiter
the terrain around the castle

without suspicion.

So far I had found at least
two possible escape routes,

and left breadcrumbs
to mark my way to freedom.

Doubt ye've ever seen anything
as braw as this where yer from, eh?

No.

The victory day celebrations
in London and Paris

far exceeded the gathering
of the MacKenzie clan

in terms of sheer size,

but this was something different.

Simple joy,

unencumbered by the trauma of war
or the exhaustion of its end.

The MacKenzies were simply
glad to see one another.

Despite my eagerness to leave,

my heart lifted whenever
I walked through the encampment

and a small part of me
regretted my imminent escape.

I had the entire route
mapped out in my head.

At night, both windows
would be lighted by torch,

beacons to guide me
to the breaches in the sentry posts.

But I still needed
to find distractions

for my ever-present shadows.

Gentlemen, please do not look,

but that woman stirring the bowl
over there seems to fancy one of you.

I said don't look.

Aye.

She's a pie-eater, that one.

Well, I'll just be settling my cock
to roost in that tonight.

Not so fast.

We said everra man for himself
during the gathering.

Aye, we did.

But ye ken how much
I fancy a hen with a bit of meat.

Who doesn't?

I may be of some assistance.

I realize
I'm a captive audience of sorts.

But I'd rather not be subjected
to another one of your inane debates.

So if you please, pull sticks?

- Either one?
- Aye.

Right. Choose.

'Tis all yer wanking
gives ye that much speed of hand.

I'll save some pie for ye?

I now needed to tend to
the other elements of my plan.

I'll need to pick a horse
for the hunt tomorrow.

The lad wants a healer
to go along just in case.

Come along.

Uncle Lamb had taught me to ride
during the years we lived in Ireland.

But that was a long time ago,

and I needed to pick
a gentle, easy horse.

Mistress.

There's no one
in need of healing here.

I was told I would be needed
for the hunt tomorrow.

She'll be wanting a horse, then.

I suppose, yes, if I mean to keep up.

Most of the horses
have been spoken for.

I don't want to be of any trouble.
Perhaps Mr. MacTavish can help me.

Lad's no here.

Best to leave Jamie
to his own thoughts today, lass.

I didn't know I was a bother to him.

I dinna ken if yer a bother or no.

That's for the lad to judge.

I'm just saying it's best
for all concerned

if young Jamie is left to himself
while the gatherings on.

'Tis Brimstone.

I'm sure she'll be
all right for yer needs.

Brimstone.

- Sounds ominous.
- Nah.

'Tis like calling a tall man "wee."

She's no fast, but she's sweet
and can go for days.

Only thing is if yer not
minding her every moment,

she'll turn for home
first chance she gets.

I'll leave you two to get acquainted.

There would be no turning for home,

not if I had
anything to say about it.

- Brought the port ye asked for.
- Christ, Geillis.

Mrs. Fitz told me
I might find you down here.

Hope I'm not disturbing ye.

No, of course not.

I was elsewhere.

Thank you.
I hope it wasn't too much trouble.

No trouble.

We have plenty collecting dust.

Something in port
makes my husband fan like an ox.

Claire.

Are you with bairn, then?

Pardon me?

Ye've quite a stock of food here.

Are ye eating for two?

Do you think that's simply
because I have a store here

rather than trudging
back and forth to the kitchen?

Perhaps that's why
you're desperate to get to France?

An illegitimate pregnancy?

I can assure you I've never
been unfaithful to my husband.

It's not unfaithful if he's dead.

Is he?

He's not alive.

So he's...

...dead, then.

He's dead.

And the two of you never conceived?

No. We never had children.

We tried.

Maybe you're barren.

Well, it doesn't matter now.

See ye have trouble sleeping as well.

Valerian root.

I have trouble sleeping, too.

But I don't
mash my valerian like that.

I boil it whole first.

I was wondering
about the proper dosage.

How much do you take?

It's not for me.

Put it in Arthur's evening tea.

Then I sleep like a newborn.

Careful, though.

Ye have enough there to put a whole
army to sleep till the next moon.

Thank you.

I'll boil it in the future.

When I first came to Cranesmuir,

all I had was my wits, ye ken?

I had a fairish knowledge
of the plants and their good uses.

I found a man
with a respectable position.

Decent house. Some money put away.

I know he's not much to look at,
as ye well ken.

But that doesn't trouble me much.

I'm free. Can do whatever I please.

You seem to have built quite
the comfortable life for yourself.

Sometimes ye find yerself
on a path you never expected.

Doesn't mean it can't
lead you to a bonny place.

I'd love to stay and chat, Geillis,

but I still have so much to do
and prepare for the hunt.

The hunt.

That must be what yer preparing for.

Of course.

The highlands are no place
for a woman to be alone.

You'd do well to remember that.

See you later at the oath-taking?

Are ye sure?

Promise.

Careful.

Promise is a serious thing
in this country.

Mine, too.

Later tonight,

all the fighting men of the MacKenzie
clan would gather in the hall

and make their oaths of allegiance
to Colum.

No one would be watching the stables.

I was almost ready.

Tonight would be
my one and only chance

to escape Leoch
and return to Craigh na Dun.

I knew how I might dodge my shadows.

I had my mount and my provisions.

Now all I lacked was a weapon,
should I need it.

Claire.

Yer no wearing that
to the ceremony, are ye, lass?

The ceremony?

I assumed a Sassenach
wouldn't be welcome

at such an important event.

Don't be silly.

Yer Colum's personal guest.
Ye must attend.

I'm not dressed for the occasion.

We'll see to that straightaway.

I'd hate to put you out.

We'd better hurry now.

The beginning of the oath-taking
is the best part.

- How do I look?
- Lovely.

At first, I thought Mrs. Fitz's
intervention would disrupt my plans,

but then I realized that with her
at my side as a proper escort,

my shadows would be less vigilant
as I moved through the castle.

I needed them to relax,

to let down their guard
and enjoy the festivities

if I was to distract them later.

- Glenna.
- Iona.

I see you have the place
looking bright as a new pin.

That lovely dress again.

Ye wore it so well
to the last gathering.

Murtagh.

The MacKenzie's
welcoming the men to Leoch.

He hopes they had easy journeys.

Also hopes that never a day will come

when the clan's fighting men
will have to draw iron,

but if they do...

Aye!

He couldn't hope for a better lot
than stands before him today

to defend the clan's honor.

It is a right daft soul
that would challenge the MacKenzies,

weapons or no.

And he's proud
to be called their laird.

I swear

by the cross
of our Lord Jesus Christ,

and by the holy iron that I hold,

to give ye my fealty

and to pledge ye my loyalty
to the name of clan MacKenzie.

And if ever I shall raise my hand
against ye in rebellion,

I ask that this holy iron
shall pierce my heart.

I swear

by the cross
of our Lord Jesus Christ,

and by the holy iron that I hold,

to give ye my fealty
and pledge ye my loyalty.

Are they all the same, the oaths?

Aye.

Oh, well.

If you've seen one, then.

I ask that this holy iron
shall pierce my heart.

Congratulations.

Interesting ceremony.

But I've seen enough. Shall we go?

No. Where are we going?

Back to the surgery.

I have to prepare the supplies
for the hunt tomorrow.

Dedicated, are ye, now?

Well' I dinna ken
how ye celebrate in Oxfordshire,

or wherever it is ye cry home,

but I'm not missing the gathering,

biding with you down in yer hole.

Suit yourself, but I'm going.

Well, Dougal's standing orders
are to stay with ye.

Mistress.

Can ye see fit to stay?

At least until
I bag a lass for the evening?

Fine.

If I must.

May as well join in.

Now, that's more in the spirit.

That's not rhenish.

It's port.

Very expensive.

Port.

'Tis very strong.

Tis.

I canna seem to keep my legs.

It's a sedative.

Is that Spanish?

Go. Don't let me keep you.
Some lucky lady awaits.

Take the wine.
Share it with all your friends.

The more unconscious
clansmen tonight,

the better.

Ye rascals!

I'll have yer hand!

Laoghaire, you startled me.

I'm sorry, Mistress Beauchamp.

It's Claire.

Aye.

Is there something
I can do to help you?

Aye.

If I can trouble ye for a wee favor?

- You're not injured, are you?
- No, no, I'm Draw.

Well, I was wondering if

you had a potion that might
open a lad's heart to a lassie.

I'm not sure I know what you mean.

Ye ken, a potion,
or maybe a brew of some kind

that would help a lad...

A love potion?

No, I dinna mean to offend ye,
Mistress.

I just had it in mind that...

Well, ye aid so many
with your healing

that maybe ye have something
in yer keen knowledge

that could help a lass
hold a lads attention.

Mr. MacTavish?

Well, you didn't appear
to need much assistance

the last time I saw you two together.

Well, not for that.

It's for moving his heart forward.

Wait there.

Dried horse dung.

Harmless if a bit pungent.

Jamie would never know
the difference.

Perfect.

Here.

Sprinkle the contents of this
at his threshold.

Stand outside the door,
tap your heels together three times,

and recite,

"There's no place like love,
there's no place like love."

Thanks to ye.

Claire.

Good luck.

Past the storeroom on the right.

Avoid the kitchen.

Through the east wing,

then make for the north stairs.

What the devil?

Thank you. I should go.
I shouldn't be here.

Aye.

Ye shouldna be here.

But since ye are,

there's a penalty to pay for that.

Get ye gone, lass.

Before ye pay a greater price.

I had to focus and forget about
the incident with Dougal.

15 paces towards the well.

Keep to the northwest to avoid the
sentry, who usually faces scum.

Brimstone is on the right,
fourth stall from the doorway.

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.

No, Sassenach. Just me.

How far did ye think ye'd get, lass,
on a dark night with a strange horse,

with half the MacKenzie clan
after ye by morning?

Won't be after me.

They're all up at the hall.

And if one in five of them is sober
enough to stand in the morning,

let alone ride a horse,
then I'll be most surprised.

Running away on a whim
just because the men are drunk?

"On a whim"?

You know I've wanted
to leave here for weeks.

And I know exactly how many
sentry posts surround the castle.

And I know how to
make my way through the forest

and find the road back to Inverness.

Well, that's a very sound plan,
Sassenach.

Or would be,

did Colum not post extra guards
through the woods tonight.

He'd hardly leave
the castle undefended,

and the fighting men
of the clan inside it.

I'm going anyway.

The best trackers in the clan
are here.

They'll catch ye.

Colum will not be
calling ye a guest after that.

I don't care.

I need to leave this place.

As you so plainly stated,
I'm an outlander, just a Sassenach.

If I offended ye, I'm sorry, Claire.

I know you didn't mean it like that.
It's just...

I've been planning this escape
for some time,

and to have all my hopes shot to hell
just in a moment, it's...

Come along.

I'll take you back up to the castle.

I don't think
that's a very good idea.

I had an encounter with some
drunken clansmen in the corridor.

They dinna touch ye now?

I can't go back.

Dougal and I were in the corridor
near the kitchen

and he was being for-ward with me,

and I may have walloped him over
the head with a chair or something,

and I think he's unconscious.

Was he drunk?

Very.

Well,

I doubt very much
he'll remember that.

And even if he does,

I doubt he'll be in a rush to bruit
that a lass got the better of him.

Knocked him out cold, huh?

I didn't exactly stick around
to examine him.

Well, I hope ye left a good mark

so he remembers
his error in judgment.

'Tis fine, Sassenach.

Come.

This isn't the way back in.
Where are we going?

There's an opening
to a hidden tunnel.

Found it playing as a bairn.

Here, careful.

Brings us out under the cellar.

Thank you.

For seeing me back safely.

No, lass.

It's me that should be thanking you,
for all yer healing of my scratches.

God's eyes.

If it's not the young lad,

Colum's nephew.

Come late to the oath-taking,
are ye not?

Ye don't want to
miss your turn in front of himself.

Na, let me go
and change first at the cottage.

I'm not decent
going to the oath-taking like this.

Don't worry yourself
about that, laddie.

We will outfit you proper inside.

- Can I keep the lassie for myself?
- Let the lady go!

- Are ye all right?
- Watch out!

Ye dinna have to hit me so hard.

- I was willing to come.
- Aye.

But I dinna want ye
maiming half the clan

while ye were making up yer mind.

Got the rest of yer clothes, Jamie.

Well,

that should be suitable
for the laird's nephew.

You'll be needing this.

"I shine, not burn."

Aye, the MacKenzie motto.

I'm sorry.

Didn't mean for you
to have to stand up for me.

Don't fuss yourself on my account.

- How's your head?
- Fine.

My sister Jenny says
it's harder than an iron pot.

I canna wear this.

I'm not a MacKenzie.

Do ye know my motto' lass?

My clan's, I mean?

No.

I don't even know
what clan you're from.

Find a place in the hall.

"I am ready."

But ready for what?

Jamie's here.

Why is everyone so tense?

What's going on?

- Why?
- I'll tell ye.

If Jamie pledges fealty
to his uncle, Colum,

then he'd be in line
to succeed as laird.

He'd be part of clan MacKenzie,
ye see?

Why wouldn't Hamish become laird?

If he's too young, then Dougal?

That may be the way
the English do things.

But clans are tanist.

Jamie has MacKenzie blood.

If enough clansmen
want Jamie to be laird,

then there it would be,

and a terrible thing at that.

Mr. MacTavish seems like
a good choice to be laird.

His other uncle, Dougal, might
disagree with ye on that point, lass.

He's been holding the honor
for himself when Colum dies.

If Jamie takes the oath,

Dougal wouldna let him
breathe MacKenzie air for long.

So why doesn't he just
decline to take the oath?

Not while he abides at Leoch.

As the laird's nephew,
and as a healthy man at arms,

he has no choice.

If before all Jamie refuses,

the maids would likely be

scrubbing the lad's blood
from the floor at Colum's feet.

So no matter what he decides,
he winds up dead?

Why stay at the castle?
Why didn't he just leave

if both his uncles
would have his head on a pike?

The lads got a price on his head.

Would not be long before

Captain Randall or the watch
had him in irons.

The only safe place in Scotland
is here at Leoch.

Until now.

If Jamie had just stayed hidden
till the gathering was over,

Colum and Dougal wouldna
pressed the matter any further.

So leaving the stables
to escort me back...

Oh, God, this is all my fault.

Aye.

It is.

Colum MacKenzie,

I come to you as kinsman

and as ally.

But I give ye no vow.

For my oath is pledged
to the name that I bear.

I give you my obedience as Kinsman.

And as laird.

And I hold myself bound to yer word,

so long as my feet rest on
the lands of the clan MacKenzie.

You're too old for this.

'Tis a braw day for a boar tynchal,
is it no?

It's quite the show of force
for a pig hunt.

It's a boar.

Of course.

Twenty men armed
with spears and muskets.

Seems about right
to kill one hairy pig.

You've plainly never seen one then.

Get yer mount.

Time to go.

Mistress Claire!

Serves you right.

What'd you expect
the poor animal to do

with you barbarians chasing it?

Did you forget
their tusks could be lethal?

Bring him back up to the castle,

and tell Mrs. Fitz to give him some
hot broth and some blankets.

It'll need to be stitched, but I
don't have any sterile tools here.

So he'll be all right then?

Yes. You'll have a limp.

Score one for the pig.

Maybe next time
you'll think about going fishing.

All right, take him back now.

Lass.

Wait for me.

Wait!

Where are you?

Now then.
Now then, Geordie, now then.

You're gonna be all right.

I've got you, man, okay?

You'll be all right.

Dougal, is it bad?

You'll be fine.

You're gonna be fine.

It wasn't spurring, which meant
the femoral artery wasn't cut.

So there was a good chance I
could stop the bleeding at the thigh.

Will I lose my leg?

No. No, you won't.

But that would only allow him
to linger in increasing agony.

The wound to his abdomen

was fatal.

Here.

A better death, perhaps,
was what Dougal was giving him.

To die cleanly under this sky,

his heart's blood
staining the same leaves

dyed by the blood of the beast
that killed him.

- Dougal, man.
- Aye, I'm here.

I need to know,

after we raided the clan MacDonald

and stole the 20 kine
from under their noses...

Aye, I remember.

We held up at Florrach for days.

- But we ate well, no?
- Aye.

Aye, we did for sure.

Tell me here now, man.

Did you bed my sister Doreen?

Aye. I did bed her.

But, you know, she was a bonny lass.

I ken it.

You always could charm the lasses.

It will be better soon.

The pain will be gone soon.

It feels better now.

I canna feel my leg anymore, Dougal.

My hands neither.

Dougal, are you there, man?

I'm here, I'm here, I'm here.

I've got you.

Geordie.

Tell me about your home.

It's near a wide glen.

Not far from Loch Fannich.

What's it like there?

I'll wager it's beautiful.

Tis.

In the spring...

Yes?

The heather's so thick,

ye can walk across the tops
without touching the ground.

That sounds lovely.

Wish I could be there now.

You'll be there soon, lad.

Aye.

Will ye stay with me?

- Aye.
- Yes.

There you are. There.

Get the ball!

Pass it! Pass it!

I taught you this game' lad.

That ye did.

Murtagh!

Didn't look very fair.

That's twice ye caught me napping.

Yield!

- What would you think of me if I did?
- Not much.

Play fair now.

Ye taught me well.

Aye. Too well.

Did we win?

My escape attempt thwarted,

I was faced with
the terrifying possibility

that I was destined to stay
in this dungeon forever.

I wasn't ready to give up,

but I needed time
to come up with another plan.

You've seen men die before

and by violence.

Yes.

Many of them.

Ye've done a fine job here as healer.

Mrs. Fitz would have ye sit
for a portrait if it was up to her.

And I wanted to thank you personally

for what you did for poor Geordie
up there on the hunt.

In truth, I did nothing.

- I wish I could have helped him.
- Ye did.

Ye took him to a peaceful place,

and that's all any of us
can ask when we pass.

So, thank you.

You're welcome.

If there's nothing else,
you'll have to excuse me.

I've a lotto do here in my dungeon.

Well,

that's why I'm here, lass,
to set ye free from this dank room.

- What do you mean?
- You're coming on the road.

"On the road"?

I'm leaving tomorrow,
and I'm taking you with me.

Taking me where?

Traveling through MacKenzie lands,
collecting rents.

Colum doesna travel,

so visiting the tenants and tacksmen
that can't come to the gathering,

that falls to me,

and attending to a wee bit
of business here and there.

But why me?

I think it would be wise
to have a healer along,

especially one that
does well under strain.

And there's a lot of that
on the road.

So that's the business settled.

Mrs. Fitz will have supper ready,

and ye don't want to incur her wrath
by coming late.

We leave at first light.

As the confines of the castle walls
faded behind me like a bad dream,

I took my first full breath in weeks.

I had no idea
where this journey would lead me,

what opportunity
might present itself

I could only hope
it would bring me closer

to the standing stones
of Craigh na Dun.

If so,
I was determined to reach them,

knowing this time I must not fail.

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