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Previously...

We've chosen a name.
Baby Klara.

They are dead.
They got the measle, and...

Measles traveled with you
from Cross Creek.

It spreads
from person to person.

Murtagh.

I have my forge here.

Will you return
to Fraser's Ridge with us?

We'll work together.

I am Major John William Grey,
the governor of this prison.

I couldn't give you freedom.
This is the next best I could manage.

It's called Helwater.

Well, my wedding
is in three days.

I want my first time
to be with someone like you.

My sister's dead.

Ellesmere knew
the child wasn't his.

We named him William.

Would you look out
for Willie as his father?

♪ 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 ♪

Jamie.

What the devil?

Well, what are you doing
in the backcountry?

Well, your letter painted
such a beautiful picture
of your land,

I was determined
to see it with my own eyes.

And I have business
in Virginia.

Virginia's some
way north, John.

True.

Which is why I sent the men
who accompanied us ahead

to Woolam's Creek
to make preparations
for the onward journey.

He's here with me.

He's waiting by the stream.

I thought I might have a word
with you alone first

before retrieving him,
if possible.

Come on.

Here.
Ah.

Christ.

Pride goeth before a fall.
And a broken back.

Be thankful for the help
while you have it.

Perhaps you should stay.

You've barely had time
to complain at all.

And Jamie's quite fond of you,
I suppose.

Well, it's a blessing
to see ye as well, Claire.

Having you here has really made
Fraser's Ridge feel like home.

Are you sure you can't stay?

Ah.

I have the forge to run.

If I'm to stay
in North Carolina at all,

I'll need to pay my taxes.

And ye ken what that means.

I do, unfortunately.

As we speak,
two of our best men

are presenting the governor
with our petition
for fewer taxes.

Your Regulator friends?

Help!

Get them off me!

What is it, lad?

They're just leeches.
They won't hurt you.

Please, can you remove them
at once?

They're vile creatures.

Oh, they're not
so terribly vile.

They have their uses.

And if you can stand it,

it's better to wait until
they drop off by themselves.

I hate them,
and I'd rather not wait.
If you please.

Very well, then.

Murtagh, can you pass me
a bucket?

Don't want to waste them.

They're very effective...

...in reducing
the swelling of bruises.

I want my father.

Where is he?

I don't know
if he'll remember you.

He was barely six
when I left Helwater.

A lifetime ago.

Best he doesn't remember.
For his own sake.

Indeed.

By the by, he insists
we call him William now.

We would be honored
if you were to stay a while.

As guests.

That would be delightful.

Is, uh, Isobel with you?

No.

Isobel has died.

On the ship
between England and Jamaica.

She and William were coming
to join me there,
and she took ill.

John, I...

I'm sorry to hear it.

How are you bearing up?

As you'd expect.

It has been a trial.

For William, especially.
He's grief-stricken.

But I...

must keep my chin up for him.

She was such a kind soul.

And a wonderful mother
to Willie.

-William.

-Yes, she was.
Come along.

We'll see what we can do.

Lord John.

Mistress Fraser.

'Tis a pleasure
to see you again.

You know my father?

I do.

The pleasure is mine.

A reunion indeed.

Mr. Fitzgibbons.

Well, you appear well
after all this time.

'Tis the mountain air,
I expect.

I see you've made
the acquaintance of
our gracious hostess.

Will you not also pay
your compliments to our host?

I don't believe
I've been given your name, sir.

How impertinent of me.

May I present Mr. James Fraser.

Mr. Fraser, it is a pleasure
to make your acquaintance.

Yours as well, Master William.

The young master encountered
some leeches

down at the stream.

With your permission,
I'd like to take him out
to clean the wounds.

Yes, of course.

Come along.

William is unaware
of the circumstances
of how we three met.

I'd be grateful
for your discretion
in the matter.

Aye.

Wouldn't want him to think
you keep dishonorable company.

The past is the past.

Lord John is a trusted friend.

His kindness helped
to preserve your life.

Aye.

That it did.

I'll say nothing
of Ardsmuir to the lad.

Thank you, Mr. Fitzgibbons.

Did you sail into Wilmington?

New Bern, sir.

Governor Tryon was kind enough

to offer us respite
at his new palace.

Ye ken the Governor, then?

Yes, we met some years ago
in London.

We're both members of the
Society for the Appreciation
of the English Beefsteak.

-It's a gentleman's club in London.

Hmm.

Ian would love to hear
of such a club.

Your nephew?
Aye.

He's out hunting with
some of our Cherokee neighbors
as we speak.

He lives with you here, then?
I'm very sorry
to find him absent.

The young man for whom
you crossed an ocean.

Aye.

The Governor's built himself
a palace, then?

Yes, when it is complete,
it will stand as a symbol

to stability in the Province.

-A true monument to elegance.
-Hmm.

Elegance?

Where's the money coming from?

A rather untimely
investment, perhaps.

Well, given the debts
of the Province due
to the recent war.

I believe the Governor
has asked the Assembly
to allocate funds.

Though it appears some here
in the backcountry

are rallying against
the taxes levied to build it.

Because the taxes
are excessive.

And rising.

No doubt they feel
a palace or a monument

is not the best use
of their hard-earned coin.

They?

By "they" I suppose
you mean the mob,

for that is what
they inevitably turn out to be.

And take these "Regulators"
for instance.

By all accounts,
they're unreasonable
and dangerous.

A menace to the backcountry
and given to causing disruption
by means of riot.

Have you encountered anything
of the kind here?

There is the backcountry, John,
and there is the wilderness.

Not likely to have
that sort of trouble here
at Fraser's Ridge.

By all accounts,
it's the Governor himself

who's unreasonable
and dangerous.

Those Regulators tied
a sheriff to his horse

and marched with
his beaten body through
the streets of Hillsborough.

There were women
and children present.

Would you call that reasonable?

Exaggeration and falsehood.

I'm told there were
many witnesses.

Have you not fared well
in the New World?

Oh, aye.

I have more than rats
to eat now, my Lord.

You've eaten rats, sir?

Mr. Fitzgibbons has
a very peculiar sense of humor.

-Aye.
-Aye.

Thank ye for dinner.

-A pleasant evening indeed.
-Mmm.

Can I interest you
in a game of chess?

I'm afraid I dinna have
a chess set.

Fortunately for you,
I brought mine.

I'd never travel without it.

May I be excused?

Oh, there's a privy
just behind the cabin,
Master William.

Outside?

Won't someone fetch
a chamber pot You must become
accustomed to using the privy

while we're guests here
at Fraser's Ridge.

Yes, Papa.

I'll show ye where it is.

Mac?

Is your name not MacKenzie?

Aye.

MacKenzie's one
of my given names.

Then you are the groom
at this estate?

No.

No, Fraser's Ridge is my land.

But I tend to the horses,
along with everything else.

Do you remember me?

Fondly.

Then why did you not remind me
of our acquaintanceship

when we were introduced?

I dinna ken.

Do you still have
the wooden snake
I carved for ye?

I... I'm too old for toys, sir.

Where is Isobel's estate?

Lynchburg.

That's, uh, Virginia, isn't it?

Indeed it is.

However, after I received
a letter from Jamie

with news of the land grant
in North Carolina,

I thought it wise to seek
a trusted friend's counsel

on the particulars
of life in the Colonies.

Counsel for you,
or for the Governor?

I beg your pardon?

If the Governor has sent you
to ensure Jamie's loyalty,

well, he's already given
Tryon his word.

Perhaps I've had
too much wine, but it...

Well, it sounded as though
you're suggesting I'm here
to spy upon him?

Are you?

If our stay here
is proving burdensome,
you've only to say the word.

No, it's no burden at all.

I just wish I had time
to make appropriate

sleeping arrangements
for you and the young master.

It's hardly surprising
he remembers you.

When the lad said my name...

my heart raced.

I wanted to swing him
through the air as I did
when he was a wee lad.

Not so wee anymore.

Lad's sprouted,

but he's still got
that same cock to his head.

Familiar fire in his eyes.

He is very handsome.

Aye.

When the lad was near three,

Lord Dunsany brought him to the stables
for his first ride.

He was terrified.

Kept screaming
his favorite word
at the time. "Mo."

"Mo."

-Hmm.

Otherwise known as "no."

Ah.

But after I put the lad
on my shoulders

and let him speak
with the horse eye-to-eye,

Willie embraced him.

We couldn't keep him away
after that.

Even had his own way
of brushing the horses
with short wee flicks.

He obviously learned that
from watching you.

Aye.

His voice.

When he asked
if I was the groom...

It was the memory
of a stranger.

He just needs to get
to know you again.

Aye.

Come here.

I've been dreaming
of a moment alone
with you for weeks.

Mmm.

Isn't our guest
waiting for you?

Hmm.

I suppose he is.

Go.

Enjoy your game.

Hmm.

But as soon as
our guests leave,

I'll be expecting
your full attention.

Save some
for the rest of us, will ye?

So, ye continued
yer acquaintanceship

with the warden
after Ardsmuir, then?

Aye.

He saw to my parole.

Grey's sympathies lie
with Tryon.

And with his dishonest
sheriffs and tax collectors.

Yet my sympathies lie with
the rats ye'll be dining on
once again

when ye're imprisoned for taking the law
into your own hands if you're not careful.

And we're to stand by
and watch a man build a palace

while others are left wanting?

I spoke with the Governor.

He wishes to address
the matter

and put an end
to these complaints.

So he can carry on building
his monument to elegance.

And your guest keeps company
with men like Tryon.

The Governor
has no reason

to keep secrets from Grey.

Talk to him.

Find out what he knows.

I'll not take advantage
of my friendship.

Friendship?

With an English Redcoat?

Redcoat or not...

Willie needs him.

And what is it
that concerns you so about
a lad you barely ken?

Willie has lost two mothers.

John Grey is all he has left.

And how does that make the lad
your responsibility?

He...

He's yours, isn't he?

Ye must keep this to yerself.

Ye ken that the reputation
of Lord William Ransom,

ninth Earl of Ellesmere
would be ruined.

He'd lose all he has
if anyone were to find out.

Don't worry about me
keeping your secrets.

I've kept them,
each and every one.

Does Claire know?

Aye.

When ye find the time,
perhaps ye can tell me
about his mother.

Unless that's a secret as well.

You sure you want
to make that move?

Yes.

Damn.

Damn.

Try a wee drop of this.

You're meant to drink it, John,
not savor the scent.

Sláinte.

Let me guess.
It's meant to be whisky?

After it ages
a bit, it might be.

Well, will you redeem
your honor with another game?

Aye.

You can hardly expect
the same trick to work twice,
after all.

Do you feel yourself content?

I have all that
a man could want.

Home. Honorable work.

My wife by my side.

Good friends.

And the knowledge
that my son is safe
and well cared for.

I want no more.

Mistress Fraser,
your hospitality
these past few days

has been greatly appreciated.

I'll, uh,
escort you to the road

that'll have you
on your way to Virginia.

I don't think
that's a good idea.
You're burning up.

There's a measles epidemic
in Cross Creek.

Did you travel through there?

Yes. Have I got the measles?

If so, you must keep
William away.

Open your mouth.

How long have you
been feeling ill?

I felt somewhat lightheaded

when I retired last night.

I awoke with a bad headache,

but I thought it a consequence
of Jamie's so-called whisky.

Yeah.

Well, I'll put some
willow bark to steep.

-That will help with the headache.
Aye.

But you need to rest.

He's very infectious.

Thank God you had measles
as a child.

Murtagh as well.
It willna infect us?

No, nor me, either.
I've been inoculated.

But William may
have been exposed
to the same source as Lord John

and just not shown signs
of it yet.

Pass me the pot.

I'll have Murtagh stay here
with me.

But you'd better sleep outside
with William.

You'd better stay way
for at least six days.

Hopefully by then,
John will be well
on his way to recovery.

Or...

I'll take the lad for a tour.

Show him Fraser's Ridge.

I'll look after him.

Master William.

Will you mount up?

I'm not leaving.

Come on.

Come-- Don't kick.
It's ill-mannered.

Now get up.

-Ah!

It's very loyal of ye to want
to stay with your father,

but ye canna help him.

You may do yourself harm
by staying.

And don't try it.

I dinna want to tie your feet
to the stirrups, but I will.

Make no mistake.

You, sir, are a lout.

Ye still have
a way with horses.

Ye see these initials?

You'll find similar markings
all along this area.

They serve as a Treaty Line
between Indian land
and the King's land.

You must always stay
on this side of
the marked trees.

Why are the savages permitted
to remain on the land?

Well,
they were here first.

And the Crown has already
taken most of it from them.

The Indians respect
the King's land,

and we must respect theirs.

These Indians,
they are agreeable?

Ah, some.

But they can be fierce
when provoked.

Have you ever seen such
a glorious thing before, sir?

Never.

Get you some tea.

I'm most grateful, Mistress Fraser.

Claire.

Isobel truly believed a cup
of tea could cure any ill.

I'm sorry.

I had meant to offer you
my condolences on the loss
of your wife.

Thank you.

Well, we had known each other
all our lives.

She might as well
have been my sister.

Was she satisfied with that?

To be your sister?

You cannot be at all
a comfortable woman
to live with.

I believe she was satisfied
with the life she lived.

She never said
that she was not.

I was an adequate husband
to her.

In all ways.

That's not for me to judge.

But you don't approve,
because if you did,

you could not keep thinking
of me as you choose to.

You shouldn't presume to know
what I think.

You're envious of the time
Jamie and I shared together,
and with William.

You're envious of the fact
that I'm raising Jamie's son.

Are you not?

We have a daughter.

Her name is Brianna.

She's grown up now.

She lives in Boston.

But we were robbed
of the opportunity
to raise her together

because of Culloden.

I meant no offense.

No, but you did mean to imply

that you and Jamie
have something together
that we did not.

Perhaps you're right
about that.

Let me ask you,
what if your son

takes a good look
at Jamie's face
and sees his own?

If he did learn
that he'd been lied to
his entire life,

he'd be devastated.

So I can't for the life of me
understand your motivation

for coming here.

The obvious.

To allow Jamie to see the boy.

Or the other obvious.

To allow you to see Jamie.

You are a rather
remarkable woman.

In what way?

You are neither circumspect
nor circuitous.

I don't believe
I've ever met anyone so...

devastatingly straightforward,

male or female.

Well, it's not by choice.

I was born that way.

So was I.

I don't understand
why they're not taking
the bait.

Because that's a fly.

Yes, one of the very best.

Aye.

But it's the wrong time
of year.

The fish are wise enough
to ken flies are no' here.

Try a worm.

I don't use worms, sir.

Ye did when ye were younger.

D'ye not recall?

After heavy rains at Helwater,

we'd gather the wee beasties. I do remember some such thing.

But I prefer fishing
with a fly.

The Indians dinna bother
with line and hook.

Sometimes they place branches
to stop the fish from crossing.

Then they stand
with sharp sticks,
spearing them.

What are you doing?

Catching our dinner.

Highlanders can catch fish
with bare hands and a tickle.

A tickle?

Please, sir, I'm not a child.

There.
-Ah, yeah.

Now, we'll have to make camp
for the night.

Rise before dawn
to find the best deer.

Are we to hunt deer?

Stand down, William.

It was clearly a stag.

Now you've let it get away.

Well, the distance
was too great
for a rifle.

I could have injured it.

Aye, and made it suffer.

Ye shoot to kill.

Ye ken how to deliver
a fatal shot?

Yes, sir.

Aim for the heart.

There.

Easy.

Easy.

Take aim.

Well done, lad.

-Thank you, sir.

Where are you going?

I'm allowing you time
to dress the deer.

Ah, yer servants may have
dressed the game at home,

but here in the New World,
we're no' hunting for sport.

Ye dinna prepare the gralloch,
ye dinna eat.

Come here.

You begin here.

Angle your knife up like this,
then cut down the middle.

And be sure to pull
the meat away from
the offal as you cut it.

Mistress Fraser will be upset
if you damage the intestines.

She uses them for her healing.

And I need a new bow string.

That's it.

Maybe you're not
quite old enough.

That's it.

Good lad.

How's the liver?

-Delicious, sir.

Aye.

Yeah, my dad always said
it tastes better

when you've earned every bite.

Willie?

Do you feel unwell?

Are you warm or feverish?

I'm quite well, sir.

Those dried apples
no' sit well?

I have a potion
that will cure ills
of the stomach.

It'll no' take long to brew.

Claire made it.

She's a fine healer.

She said Papa would live.

She... She gave me her word.

And you may depend upon it.

I've had enough of sleeping
under the stars as savages do.

I want to go home.

Dinna fash, My Lord.

We'll begin our journey home
in the morning.

I want to see my papa now.

It's too dark.

This is all your fault. If my papa hadn't come
to visit you,

he never would have fallen ill.

And...

Now he's going to die.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.
My head will surely split.

Here, let me try
some acupressure.

See if it won't
ease the pain.

That's it.

Am I to die today?

Your temperature's very high.

We need to bring it down.

I need to make a confession.

When I heard that Isobel
had died...

I felt nothing.

We shared a life.

I should have felt something.

But I didn't.

Just relax.

You asked me why I came here.

I came to see whether
I can still feel.

Whether it is my feelings
that have died...

or only Isobel.

And?

I can still feel shame,
at least.

Oh, it's hard.

It's hard watching you
with him.

Oh.

Why torture yourself?

Surely you knew coming here
that you could never have him.

I could have had him.

What?

In exchange for my commitment
to serve as William's father...

Jamie offered himself to me. Of course, I refused.

I would never take him
on those terms.

You should stop talking.

You need your rest.

Willie?

William!

William?

Look what I found.

You shouldn't be here.

-It's to break our fast.

I thought I told you--

Savages.

Stay calm.

The boy took fish

from the place
of the Cherokee.

He must pay with his blood.

No, no, no!

The boy is my son!
His blood is my blood.

Take mine instead.

I won't go without you.

Yes, you will.

Follow the stream back
to Fraser's Ridge.

May the Lord protect her,
her and the children.

No, no, he's not my father!
He's not my father!

He showed me the boundaries,
but I did not respect them.

I alone stole your fish.

Stand down, Willie.

No. No, no! Willie, no!

No!

I dinna ken the meaning
of all they're saying, but...

I believe their mercy
was due to you.

Your courage.

I must beg your forgiveness.

My lack of discretion, it...

pierces my very core.

You were very ill.

It's no excuse.

But you were wrong.

Knowing you have Jamie,
and I never will,
is not that which grieves me.

It's a truth to which
I am reconciled.

It's witnessing
the satisfaction on your face
that wounds me.

Something I could
never give Isobel.

Do you know what it's like
to love someone

and never be able
to give them happiness?

Not through any fault
of yours or theirs,

but simply because
you were not born
the right person for them?

I understand.

All too well.

When I thought

Jamie was dead, I...

I was married to another man.

Oh, a good man.

But...

I must ask for
your forgiveness, too.

You were right.

I suppose I am envious

of the time you spent
with Jamie.

We were deprived
of 20 years together.

Now that you've come here...

and seen him...

Do you still have feelings?

I do.

Yes.

God help me.

When you said
you have nothing of Jamie,

you were wrong.

You have William.

Do you remember the day
you left Helwater?

Aye.

I ran to you.

But you did not
look back at me.

Why did you not
look back at me?

I wanted to.

I didn't look because...

I didn't want
to give ye false hope.

I never expected
to see you again.

William.

Here.

He's well.

And no longer contagious.

All right, lad. Papa.

I trust he was well-behaved
for you.

William was a very brave
travel companion.

You've raised him well.

You're a good father.

You're fortunate
to have each other.

How can I repay
your kindness?

You can get plenty of rest.

And eat well.

Lots of carrots
and squash and liver.

And... Don't lose hope.

You, too,

deserve to have the look
of satisfaction on your face.

You sure you remember the way?

Yes, sir.

I'd be delighted
if you accept this.

Your chess set?

-No, John, I canna--
-Please.

It will give me great pleasure
to think of you having a game
now and then.

Perhaps you'll teach
your nephew. I look forward to it.

I'm afraid the time has come
to bid you all farewell.

A pleasure, Mistress Fraser.

The pleasure is all mine.

Good luck to you both.

Well, I hope Murtagh comes
to see us again soon.

He'll no' stay away now
that he's had a taste
of your fine cooking.

Mmm.

Hmm.

Mmm.

Hmm.

So often I've burned for ye.

But this water
on your skin...

Caressing you.

Hmm.

Makes me jealous
of the rain itself.

Hmm.

Your kisses
raining down on me...

Is it a drizzle or a torrent?

I'll bathe you in them.

Then I... should hurry up.

You'll have no need
of cloth tonight, Sassenach.

Well, that's not fair.
You're still fully clothed.

Ah.

There are times
when a husband kens best.

And I am your husband.

Though ye'd never ken it.

I don't need a ring
to know how much you love me.

No.

But it helps.

Jamie.

It's so beautiful.

Where is it from?

I had Murtagh make it.

From one of
the silver candlesticks.

I ken my mother

would give her blessing

to fashion part of it
into a ring for ye.

She would be proud

to know that she raised
such a thoughtful son.

Oh, there's an inscription.

Give me a thousand kisses.

And I'll give you
a thousand more.

One.

Two.

Three.

Five.

Five?