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Previously...

Raibeart Ruadh MacGriogair.

The notorious Rob Roy.

Rob Roy is, of course,
a known Jacobite

and traitor to the crown.

The Grants have avoided

any Jacobite
associations until now.

The MacKenzies would
be wise to follow suit.

I love you, Julia.

What's wrong?

Nothing at all.

It can't be you.

We'll find our way
back to each other.

-I promise.
-You've been married?

Aye.

You've helped me greatly

by ensnaring the MacKenzie lass.

I'll find a way out
of my betrothal.

I swear it.

We will.

A test must be
performed to ascertain

whether or not your
virtue is intact.

Virgo intact a.

Virtue intact.

Dinna think I'm not grateful

that you saved Lady Ellen today.

But if you truly love her,
you'll stay away from her.

♪ Long the way ♪

♪ O'er the bridge I crossed ♪

♪ For my love ♪

♪ For my love that's lost ♪

♪ By the brae ♪

♪ In the verdant moss ♪

♪ Where I watch Where I wait ♪

♪ For my love that's lost ♪

♪ Hi a bho ♪

♪ Hoireann eile o ♪

♪ Hi a bho ♪

♪ Fair a leo fair a lè ♪

♪ Hi a bho ♪

♪ Hoireann eile o ♪

♪ 'S tu mo run 'S tu mo ghràdh ♪

♪ Agus m' eudail o ♪

Come in.

What the devil are
you waiting for?

You sent for us?

Aye, but I didn't
send for the bairn.

I was feeding him.

Well, that duty belongs
to the wet nurse.

It won't be long until
I'm fully restored

and we celebrate our union...

...the way the
good Lord intended.

Why did you send for us?

I called for you, Brian,
because you'll be joining me

at the Earl of Mar's
tynchal at Braemar.

Which clans are to
attend this year?

Well, nearly all
of them, I imagine.

The Grants?

Well, where else
would they be?

Well, except Isaac, of course.

Hmm.

May he rest in peace.

The Grants will
undoubtedly bow to me.

Now that the MacKenzie
slut has been exposed,

I'll have no trouble

from the rest of
the Red Jacob brats.

Make yourself ready, Brian.

We leave today.

Oh, and as for you, my lady,

you are to see to the castle.

If that's your desire, my Lord.

Well, as my wife,

the responsibility falls to you.

Does it not?

Yes...

but I half wondered
whether you might be

thinking of taking
Simon with you.

A wee bairn?

Why?

Because of the prophecy.

Your son will be king one day.

Wouldn't that strengthen
your influence

among the clans, perhaps?

Well, he'd be the
only babe there.

I know you're a
Sassenach, Julia,

and you're not privy
to all of our customs,

but you see, the Earl
of Mar's tynchal...

Aye, but Father,

now ye have a legitimate son.

Aye.

Of course, you'd
need to be canny,

and careful who ye tell...

Enough.

You think I can't tell
who can be trusted?

Perhaps it was foolish
of me to offer.

I was only thinking
of your heir's future.

Aye, well, look at him.

He is a braw wee lad.

Aren't you?

He favors his father.

Hmm.

Then the wet nurse will join us.

Might Julia join us as well?

All fine lords in good standin'

will have their wives wi' them.

Very well.

Prepare yourselves
for Braemar at once.

Halt the coach!

Uncle, where'd
you spring from?

London, where I've been
attending to matters

on yer father's behalf.

When I heard of his passing,

I set out to travel
to ye at once.

Ye were missed at the funeral.

'Tis a pity of
the world, nephew,

losing such a father,

and just as your life
as a man has begun.

Thank you.

I've come to
further Isaac's work

and protect his legacy,

which is you.

I see ye are wise enough
to bring a henchman,

though not quick enough
to have been much help

had I posed any danger to you.

Ah, well, you remember
father's body man,

-Mr. Arch Bug.
-Aye.

And uh, this is Mr. Henry
Grant, our bladier.

Henry Beauchamp Grant, sir.

-An Englishman.
-Mm-hmm.

And a gentleman by
your speech, sir.

How'd that come about, lad?

Ah, well, Father chose
Henry for his skill.

I maintain his services
because he's been loyal to me.

That remains to be
seen, Master Grant.

M'Laird.

You'll address me according
to my station, Mr. Bug.

Apologies, M'Laird.

Well, join us, Uncle.
There's room in the coach.

We're no' far from Leoch,
where we'll rendezvous

with my betrothed
and her brothers.

Surely ye'd prefer to rest

before you journey
on to Braemar.

Ah, I'll meet ye there.

I'm eager to pay a
visit to yer intended

as soon as possible.

Put a face to the
name of the lass

ye've written to me about.

Ye're soon to be wed, lad.

Aye.

Well, ye'll be charmed by her.

No doubt.

Ha!

So we are agreed, then?

Aye, Colum. How
often must I say it?

Many times as I require.

'Tis the future well-being
of the clan that's at stake,

a considerable weight
on our shoulders.

Well, mine are braw enough.

Are yers?

You can play the
braggart wi' me, Dougal,

but I can sense
yer apprehension.

And if I can sense it...

Oh, ye've a nose for
apprehension, then, do you?

'Tis the Earl of
Mar's annual tynchal.

Ye ken all eyes will be upon us.

Aye.

Auld men who wish us
to lick their boots.

Those auld men
have power, wealth,

could slice yer bollocks off

and serve them to
ye on a platter.

So, ye'd best remember yerself.

We canna afford a misstep.

Ye'll reassure me as
many times as I require

before we cast the dice.

Intending to try
yer luck with wagers

at Braemar, are you?

We're speakin' of clan matters
that dinna concern ye, Ellen.

I suppose not.

I'm merely a pawn
to ensure a strong

and fruitful alliance
with the Grants.

Oh, Ellen MacKenzie,

ye have finally accepted
yer role to play.

Well, we canna all cling
to our convictions,

can we, Dougal?

Apologies, M'Laird.

The gentleman wouldna
wait to be announced.

Who might this gentleman be?

Malcolm MacKinnon Grant.

Pleased to meet ye.

Ellen MacKenzie.

Pleased to make your
acquaintance, Mr. Grant.

Ah, ye may call me Uncle.

We're soon to be family.

As you wish.

Leave us.

Us leave you?

'Tis not yourselves

with whom I've come
to acquaint myself.

I wish to speak wi' yer sister.

Make sure we're not disturbed.

Welcome to Leoch... Uncle.

Well, then, niece,

let us acquaint ourselves
and speak as though

we've Kent one
another a lifetime.

If that is what pleases ye.

Oh, what pleases me
is an unrivaled match

for my nephew.

I've heard of yer beauty
and yer sharp mind.

In fact, Malcolm barely
writes of much else.

I am honored by his
good opinion, sir.

Aye, yeah.

Word of other virtues you
may or may not possess

have been brought to
my attention as well.

If you're speaking of
the rumors against me...

I wish for you to tell me

why your virtue was
brought into question.

Rumors and gossip from
a disreputable man

who wants nothing
more than to destroy

my family's good name.

Mm.

My purity was proven.

I'm a man ye'd be wise
to be honest wi', lass.

I've a way of gettin'
to the truth of matters.

I've great regard for your wish
to assess me on my own merit.

My own father taught me
to look at all the facts

and judge all sides
of matters as well.

Oh, there's the keen mind
I heard a great deal about.

I ken well enough Malcolm
values your cleverness.

But Clan Grant values
loyalty above all else.

Now, my nephew believes

the sun rises and sets wi' ye.

Will you be a good

and faithful wife to him?

We MacKenzies may be spirited.

-Curious, indeed.
-Mm.

Stubborn, aye, to
a fault at times.

But once we are wed, we
are faithful forever.

You know, I Kent your father.

Ah, a man who could convince
ye the sun was shinin'

whilst the rain
lashed your face.

Aye.

My da was a persuasive man.

But then you must have
Kent my mother too.

She served my da well.

Hmm.

Serve Malcolm well,

and there will be no
ill will between us.

Mind, though, Lady Ellen,

if ye break my nephew's heart,

I'll rip your own
from your chest.

Take that to the kitchen.

Yes, ma'am, right away.

Away wi' you. On you go.

The Grants have all arrived.

Ye must go.

Ye're cold to the touch.

-Are ye well?
-No.

What is it? Have you
caught Letitia's ague?

No.

What's happened, then?

Malcolm's uncle threatened

to rip my heart from my chest

if I broke Malcolm's.

He would, the auld fiend.

See that ye dinna so much as
look at another man at Braemar.

And if Brian is there?

For Christ's sweet sake, lass.

Ye came within a hair's breadth
wi' that test of yer purity.

Ye'll not be so
lucky a second time.

As it is, we'll need
to be wily as foxes

to manage your weddin' night,

make certain ye bleed
when ye're meant to.

Oh, Christ.

I hadn't considered that.

Dinna fash, mo chridhe.

We'll manage that
when the time comes.

Women have been puttin'
that one over on men

since Eve ate the apple.

But there must not be
the slightest glance

betwixt you and anyone
but Malcolm Grant,

or at least one of
you will be dead.

I really am sorry
about your father.

Thank you.

Your family's attendance
at his funeral

meant a great deal to me.

You must miss him terribly.

Aye.

I do, just as you miss
your own, I imagine.

Aye.

I still expect him
to come to breakfast.

My heart breaks when
I see his empty chair.

I ken what ye mean.

For me, it's, uh... it's
just the wee things.

Since before I could talk,
I'd bring him things to show.

A pretty pebble...

...a stick wi' a fork in it,

uh, the egg of a bird.

He'd always be interested.

Admire what I found and
talk to me about it.

I'm glad I got the
chance to show him you.

It was the same
with me and my da.

Though 'twas more things
I'd read in books,

bits o' poetry and the like.

Losing my father has
made me think more clear.

Life's not long,

and we must make the
best of ourselves.

I don't want to
waste any more time.

Now that I'm laird,

I want nothin' more than
for you to be my lady.

Shall we?

Your presence is
always such a blessing.

That's McMurtry.

Christ almighty.

-One o' the Gallowglass?
-Aye.

Who invited those assassins?

Whoever has the
coin to pay them.

It's time you made
the tour of the tent,

refresh your memories
of the players at hand

before the Earl
of Mar greets us.

There will be time
for lassies later.

There's Ellen

wi' Malcolm Grant.

Hurts, doesn't it?

Seein' the lass ye love

enjoyin' the company of another.

-Aye.
-Aye.

Well, the lass is lost to ye.

She's better for
it, if ye ask me.

I dinna recall
asking you anythin'.

Of course not.

Ye're in the habit of
takin' what ye wish

wi'out considerin'
the consequences.

Oh, aye, I ken about the ordeal

Ellen was forced to go
through on yer account.

My auntie told me.

At least she's safe wi' Malcolm.

-How are you?
-Good day.

-Good to see you.
-Good to see you, sir.

Murtagh.

Come tell me what you've
seen, what you've heard.

There's word of a
guest in attendance,

a special friend of the Earl's.

He's to be introduced
by the Earl himself.

Gatherin' money for the Stuarts?

I dinna ken.

But the wealthiest
and most influential

Highland clan chieftains
have all arrived.

Aye, and took the finest sites

nearest the castle
for themselves,

leavin' the rest of us to
camp near the horse pens.

Make the rounds once
again and report back.

Julia.

Henry.

Is this...

And who might you be?

An admirer of our son.

He's heard of the
prophecy, haven't you?

Yes, suppose I have.

Ah, a Sassenach supporter.

The world does have its
wee surprises, does it not?

My wife and I will not
consider your otherness

a mark against you.

Will we, my dear?

No, we will not.

Your wife?

Aye, a beautiful rose
of the English variety,

a gentle temptress
who fell into my life

and won me over with her
grace and considerable charms.

I blessed her with the
bonniest of wee laddies.

Didn't I, my sweet?

Yes, my Lord.

Excuse us.

There are many fine folk
here who Mistress Fraser

and my heir must meet.

I told you he has a
talent for slippin' away.

He has a weakness
for whores, ye ken.

If he does slip away,
no doubt you'll find him

skulking near the brothel tent.

I am able to distinguish
between a man's

professional countenance and
his personal proclivities,

Mr. Bug.

The Earl has called a meeting
of the clan chieftains.

You will accompany me
and my nephew at once.

Those are auld Jacob's lads?

Aye, that's Colum,
laird of the MacKenzies,

and his brother, Dougal,

who serves as the
clan's war chief.

I heard the strife that
struck Clan MacKenzie

after Seumas Ruadh died
without naming a successor.

But why split the
clan leadership

betwixt a laird
and war chieftain?

Ah, Dougal is a fine warrior

who could inspire men to
do damn near anything.

He doesna have the temperament
needed to be a laird.

Now, we should,
ah, consider them

two important halves
that make a strong whole.

Dougal is the MacKenzie brawn.

Colum is its sound mind.

And I suppose we're
to believe yer nephew,

new to lairdship himself,
has talent for both?

Question my laird's might
at your peril, MacPherson.

Well, as ye're betrothed
to their sister,

I suppose you've
reckoned to the matter

of the MacKenzies'
cleaved leadership

to your satisfaction.

I have.

Welcome, gentlemen.

Welcome, all.

The tynchal is my favorite
event of the year,

and I'm delighted that
so many of you are here.

I hope you'll join
me in welcoming yet

a rather unique guest.

I trust I need no introduction.

I dare say you do not.

Thank you to the Earl of Mar.

What is he doing here?

Thank you, fine
gentlemen, here today.

Many of you ken me

and ken my purpose too, I think.

Now, the English,

the English have
persecuted my family,

my clan, for centuries

wi' no cause, save greed.

Aye.

And a German interloper

who has ruled with tyranny
that has oppressed many.

And many of ye
here have less now

than ye had not so
many years before.

And the rest of ye, the
rest of ye have been

lulled into complacency

by the English coin.

Aye, the crown may
bless ye wi' one hand.

But they will take
wi' the other.

'Tis only a matter of time

before the English
persecute you as well,

reive your kine, strip
yer clan lands from ye,

and brand ye outlaws.

There are those here that think,

"That willna happen to me.

My clan has been
loyal to the crown."

Well, lads, there
was a time when I,

was fool enough
to think the same.

But I see no fools
before me now.

Aye.

I see men wi' desires like mine.

A desire to have a
destiny of our own makin'.

-Aye.
-Yes.

Which is why we
canna wait any longer

to restore our true
king to his throne.

Aye!

And restore justice to
the Kingdom o' Scotland!

I, Rob Roy,

draw my sword on behalf
of the Stuart cause.

And I will not hesitate
to lay down my life

for our rightful king!

Aye!

A Scottish ruler rising
from the Fraser bloodline,

uniting the clans for
centuries to come.

A rousin' oration
from MacGregor,

able to speak plainly
with great candor.

Most refreshing to
hear after the months

I've spent mired
in hand-wringing

and doublespeak in Parliament.

And now, now I share
the true reason

I've called you to hear
from MacGregor directly

and thus allow this
circle of gentlemen,

if I may include you all,

to decide our
allegiance to the cause

and declare it.

Let us all enjoy the games today

and the tynchal tomorrow.

And afterwards, we
shall reconvene.

And each chieftain
will cast a vote

for or against movement forward.

Be assured you'll
no' be hampered

nor hindered in your
leaving tomorrow

no matter your vote.

I am much of your mind, my Lord.

Well, I'm glad to
hear of it, Lord...

Lovat.

Lord Simon Lovat.

I shall return
tomorrow with my heir

armed with knowledge you will
undoubtedly find valuable

to the cause.

Though there are men
here plagued by scandal

and not suited to hear it.

Save yourself, of course.

Ah, you, Fraser, are a liar,

a fantasist, and a scoundrel.

I did you a good turn,

alerted your family
of the MacKenzie slut.

The lass' purity was proven.

No. No, no, that-that can't be.

I- I would have heard about it.

Ye wouldna, Fraser.

D'ye ken why?

Because you make mischief
wi'out the slightest cause.

You spread lies to suit
your scurrilous agenda

about my nephew's betrothed,

about the false
promise of your heir,

as if seed from
your putrid loins

could amount to
more than a blight

-upon all of us.
-Aye.

You are a detestable
nodcock, Fraser,

and so is any man
who would confuse

your damnable lies wi' truth.

I'm afraid I must end
our conversation here.

God bless the elder Grant.

Another moment of Lovat's
lies, and you two might have

spilt his blood on
the Earl's floor.

The day isna over.

If the Earl thinks I'll
take our clan to war

for their cause, he is mistaken.

Dougal MacKenzie, is it no'?

You ken my name.

Oh, aye.

I recall any man
willin' to donate

a chest of coin to the cause.

Did ye bring it with ye?

No.

Disappeared Durin'
the Redcoat raid

on our cattle auction
at Nairne's, aye?

Well, perhaps ye can inform me

as to where I might
be able to find it

over a wee dram later.

Aye, perhaps.

Gentlemen. How are you?

What coin was
MacGregor speakin' of?

'Twas a jest. Ye ken MacGregor.

No, I do not.

I dinna keep
company wi' outlaws.

Did ye promise
coin to the cause?

A bit of Ellen's dowry
money, a wee contribution.

Without so much as a word to me?

What the devil were ye thinkin'?

Am I not the laird of our clan?

Is our sister not betrothed
to an ardent Loyalist?

Dinna speak to me that way!

I'm the war chieftain,
not a bairn!

Well, ye conduct
yerself like one!

Let your better selves prevail.

We have been brought here
to discuss a matter of war.

It is no war yet.

A vote must be had first.

And even if it were...

This is Grant money
ye're gambling with!

You care nothing for the
greater good of our clan.

Ye're selfish and shortsighted.

You fool me into believing
you care only for a chance

to dip your wick
wi' the lassies.

But no!

Did ye ken the Earl
intended to use this tynchal

as a cover for his
Jacobite agenda?

He is right to.

You canna be trusted.

My cause is righteous.

You care for our clan, aye.

But the whole of
Scotland is my concern.

You bent yer knee to me.

Lie to me again,

and I'll hire the Gallowglass

to cut yer tongue
out at the root.

Now tell me,

what in God's name else
are you hiding from me?

I like the one in blue myself.

I was thinkin' the
lad in red has him.

I'm so sorry for
what ye went through.

I was sick wi' worry.

You only have power
over yer mind,

not outside events.

'Tis dangerous for both of us.

We must be careful.

I love you.

I see Mr. Gowan
searching for me.

I'm expected to attend

the Countess of
Mar's sewin' circle.

Meet me later

in the old kirk on
the castle grounds.

Arriving late to the
Countess's sewing circle

is not looked kindly upon.

The Countess can wait.

What is it, then?

Ned.

Dougal.

Leave us.

What have you
told him, Dougal?

Dougal.

The truth about you
and the Fraser bastard.

You've betrayed me, then.

I dinna answer to
you, Ellen MacKenzie.

Colum is my laird.

What were you thinkin', Ellen?

Brian Fraser.

What would Da say?

How dare you invoke our father.

How dare ye be such
a reckless fool!

Da's sworn enemy!

Christ, even Dougal
wouldna touch a Fraser.

I dinna expect
you to understand.

Then understand this.

I will have the bastard killed

if that's what it takes
to keep you from him.

You harm Brian
Fraser in any way,

and I'm finished wi' you.

I mean it.

Ye ken I have Malcolm's ear.

As his bride, I'll convince him

to withhold Grant allegiance

and Grant money
from Clan MacKenzie.

Where will ye be then, brother?

I need yer word ye'll stay
away from the Fraser bastard.

I'll need yours in return.

You have it.

I willna harm him.

Or see him harmed.

Yeah, I ken your mind, Colum.

If any harm befalls
Brian at yer hand,

or at the hand of
another at yer behest...

Or see him harmed.

From this moment onwards.

You have my word.

I need assurance you'll keep
yer half of our bargain.

Ye must break wi' him for good.

You have my word.

Mr. Grant.

Brian, is it?

I ken yer wife.

Yes.

I'm sorry to have
been the reason

to part ye from Julia again.

But ye must ken
she never stopped

trying to return to ye.

Her marriage to my father
isna what it seems.

So what happened?

Miss Beauchamp.

It's Mistress Fraser of
Lovat now, I'm afraid.

You married Simon Fraser?

A union that was forced upon me.

We didn't get to speak of
it the last time I saw you.

There was a more
pressing matter at hand.

I wanted to thank you again.

You saved my life,
you and Brian.

I owe you a great debt.

I was glad to help.

Brian would do anything for you.

The love you share
reminds me of...

Of what?

You ken my secrets,

secrets you could
reveal and ruin me.

You can trust me wi' yer own.

You and Brian...

remind me of the love
I share with Henry.

Is Henry your lover, then?

He's my husband, my true love.

And yet you were
forced to marry Lovat.

Out of horrible necessity.

Henry and I were separated,

lost each other for a time.

How can you bear
to be with Lovat,

feeling as you do about Henry?

It's dreadful.

I don't have the liberty
to move or speak freely,

to let Henry know what
I've been through,

how I truly feel.

Tell him that I
chose what might be

a unforgivable betrayal

to keep our child safe.

Great sacrifice.

It's what we do for the
ones we love, isn't it?

In spite of the pain
it causes you, you...

you protect them,
no matter the cost.

Losing them forever is
too great a price to pay.

Yes.

Christ, I've missed you.

Let's go inside where
no one can see us.

No, no.

We can't.

Aye.

Aye. You're right.

We canna be careless after
what ye've been through.

What?

What is it?

Ellen, what is it?

We canna be together, Brian.

We can find a way.

No.

I was stubborn and foolish.

You're penniless,

without a foot of
land to your name,

and the bastard of
the most wretched,

immoral lord in the Highlands.

I was beguiled by
you for a time.

But my heart has changed.

We pledged ourselves
to one another.

I'm pledged to Malcolm Grant.

My heart beats only for you.

Ye ken it as well as I do.

And yers...

yers beats for me too.

'Tis over between us.

I love you, Ellen MacKenzie.

And I ken ye love me as well.

Drawn to you.

But I'm not certain it's love.

Of course it is.

No, dinna speak for me.

I've my own mind.

And I'm not in love
with ye, Brian Fraser.

Perhaps I never was.

How dare that
sanctimonious wretch

call my integrity into question?

You, where were you
while I was being

badgered and dismissed

and treated like dirt underfoot?

It's no business of yers.

Aye, you impudent boy.

You didna ask me to join ye...

and even if ye had, I
canna see how my presence

-would have mattered.
-Quite right.

It wouldn't have
because you're a...

you're a flimsy kite of a man.

Pathetic.

A gentle breeze is
enough to wound you.

You can't even fuck
properly, it seems.

If you were even half
a man, you'd have taken

the MacKenzie slut's maidenhead.

And she would have
been disgraced

before her whole family
and all the clans!

But no, you couldn't
even perform

when she was handed
to you on a plate!

Enough, you wicked man!

Let me go!

Have you not learned
your lesson, boy?

Don't you know
where this will end?

You have done nothing
but mire me in scandal!

You'll no' represent
me in the tynchal.

Murtagh will serve
in your place.

You'll be a beater instead.

You...

you're no son of mine.

Then I'm glad to be free of ye.

Mr. Grant.

Mr. Gowan.

Slàinte Mhath.

I had hoped to see you
before now at Castle Grant.

But with Isaac's passing...

If he hadn't died, I would
have killed him myself.

They lied to me, Ned.

They convinced me that my wife

and my child were dead.

But they're here at Braemar,

alive but not at all well.

Alive?

And here?

That-that's an
unconscionable deception.

I-I-I'm sorry to hear it.

I can't leave here
without Julia and my son.

And I certainly can't return
to the service of the Grants.

I must escape.

If anyone were to-to find
out that I helped you...

I know.

I know what I'm asking of you.

If there was anyone
else that I could trust

or any other way...

I do not wish harm
to befall you, Ned.

I too have been in a-a situation

that required immediate escape.

Sounds as though
you're gonna need

transportation for three.

That's right.

The full complement of
Grants will be taking part

in the tynchal tomorrow,
including Mr. Bug.

There'll be none to notice,

where you go or what
you do for a wee while.

Well, thank you.

I will never forget
your kindness.

What are friends for, then?

Might I ask of you
just one more favor?

A small one in
comparison to the one

that you've already granted.

My Lady?

Good day to you.

Mr. Gowan. I'm a
friend of Henry's.

He asked a favor of me
that I deliver this to you.

Lady Ellen.

Colum. Mistress Fitz.

I'm glad to see ye are no'
missing the hunt, Lady Ellen.

Though yer beauty is
like to spoil my aim.

Your aim will be true.

If a grouse crosses my path,

ye'll have his wings
to grace a hat.

A fine present indeed.

Gallant gentleman, to be sure.

And laird of the
House of Grant.

How fortunate for
you to be his lady.

Aye, how fortunate.

Murtagh.

Go.

I thought ye were done wi' me.

If anyone's gonna kill
ye, it's gonna be me.

Julia.

Oh, Henry.

My darling, I am so sorry.

I- I was desperately
trying to protect our son.

They were going to kill him
or take him away from me.

He was all I had
left of you, so I...

oh, the thought of it
makes me feel sick.

All that matters is that
I found you and William.

And you forgive me?

Brian told me what happened.

There's nothing to forgive.

Where's our son?

He's with the wet nurse.

Mistress Fraser.

The wet nurse is
approaching with Balloch,

Lovat's body man.

Meet me at Leathers.

I'll leave a... I'll
leave a mark for you

by the tree near
the broken wall.

I'll find the mark
and meet you there.

An admirer of
Simon from earlier.

It seems that news of
the Fraser prophecy

is spreading.

The time to cast your vote
for the cause has come.

All in favor?

Aye!

Let us restore a Stuart King!

Aye, Clan Grant stands with ye.

We proclaim James Edward Stuart

to be James VIII of Scotland

and III of England,
Wales, and Ireland.

Why would ye do that?

Throw yerself and the clan

headfirst into the Stuart cause?

A decision needed
to be made, lad.

You forget yourself, Uncle.

A laird doesna hesitate.

He acts with decision.

His men, the clan, those
who are watching us

to see whether we'll survive
your father's passing,

they had to see that we'd act,

that we're still strong.

As laird,

I thank ye for yer wise counsel.

I look forward to seeing
you on our wedding day.