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Previously...

I cannot admit there's anything to do...

but go on.

That will be where the new house will stand.

We will make it back here one day.

- Won't we? - Aye. We will.

Allow me to introduce William Buccleigh MacKenzie.

Your servant, Madam.

T'was at Craigh na Dun.

And here I am.

Rob Cameron.

He did it. Rob took Jem.

It's Rob!

Callahan!

Brianna!

So, where do we belong now?

So it's not a question of where we belong; it's when.

Your son is due home shortly.

Son?

What we really want is your protection.

Where's Jane?

Major Jenkins said that she killed Captain Harkness

and dragged her away.

We need to go.

You can come and live with us on the Ridge.

You'll be safe.

Who was thy wife?

Her name is Wahionhaweh.

Emily chose me, but, Rachel,

with my whole soul, I choose you.

A place where...

we could raise our family.

You mean...?

I have had carnal knowledge of your wife.

Henry and Ben will be fighting across the sea.

Do you want to have to tell your wife

that your sons have died in a war

that could have been stopped?

I'll do my best by thee.

Can we go home?

You're not going back to the army?

No.

I came to ask...

forgiveness.

♪ Beside the seaside ♪

♪ Oh, I do like to be ♪

♪ Beside the sea ♪

♪ So just let me be ♪

♪ Beside the seaside ♪

How could you possibly know that song?

My mother taught it to me.

I think Faith lived.

I think our daughter lived.

Where the bloody hell is he?

He'll come.

No smuggler worth his salt would miss the chance

to sell thirty barrels of good whisky.

Well, I just hope he doesn't get close enough

to smell the herring.

I willna allow it.

Much as I love the sound of your voice, Sassenach,

try not to speak unless spoken to.

You have exquisite taste, Mr. Roy.

Aye.

You'll no' have trouble finding buyers in the north.

Armies there will be thirsty.

You'll easily double your investment.

Who gave you my name?

Mrs. Abbott in Philadelphia.

Do you often take business advice from whores?

Mrs. Abbott tells me ye're a man to be trusted.

Recalls ye didna have the money to pay your debts,

and it took ye a wee while, but, uh,

ye returned with something much better than coin...

...two lassies to settle your score.

Sí.

Así es.

Whisky wasn't the only reason I wanted to meet, Mr. Vasquez.

I wish to expand my business.

Tell me, where do you find the girls?

It so happens I found them at sea.

My men and I were looking for a ship heavy with goods.

But the captain- Pocock was his name-

was foolish enough to bring his family--

a wife...

and two daughters.

With my knife as encouragement,

he was willing to part with the cargo

but not so willing to part with the girls.

So I was forced to slit his throat.

One of the daughters was still too young to earn.

Even the smallest man would tear her to pieces.

But with that face and those golden curls,

I knew she would soon command a premium--

an assurance for the future.

But her sister was ripe and ready.

I don't think she had ever seen a cock

before I stuck her with mine.

That one will have paid my debts

a hundred times over by now.

But the captain's wife--

ooh, she would have brought a pretty penny herself.

Beautiful, wild hair, skin like velvet.

It's a shame I never had a chance to fuck her.

She turned into a rabid dog when I touched her daughter,

scratching, biting, screaming--too much trouble.

I threw her overboard.

Only death would shut her up.

We need to leave, Sassenach.

I killed him too quickly.

I should have let that bastard suffer.

I should have made him feel every ounce of agony

the body can feel.

And even then--

and even then, it wouldn't be punishment enough.

Aye, well, the devil will give him his proper due

for what he did to Jane and Frances

and Faith.

She was alive.

We could have had a-a life with her,

and he robbed us of that chance.

He wasn't the only one.

Ye told me ye held our babe

in ye're hands all those years ago,

that she was stillborn, already lost to us.

So how did she come to be married to a sea captain

- wi' two daughters of her own? - I don't know.

I don't know.

Mother Hildegarde, I mean, she must have done something

or...

Master Raymond.

He asked for my forgiveness, but for what?

Somebody lied.

But why?

W-why would they steal our child from us?

I always imagined our daughter in heaven.

I mourned an innocent soul who hadna had a chance at life.

Then to find out she lived

but that her life was cut short...

A Dhia.

She was out there, Jamie.

What did her laugh sound like?

Well, did she--

did she smile in her sleep, like you and Bree?

Who helped her when she cried?

Oh, God.

What- what if nobody did?

What- what if she went through her whole life

thinking that nobody wanted her, when--

when all we wanted more than anything in the world was her?

You lost your parents at a young age,

mo nighean donn...

...wandered the world rootless, but then we found each other.

I am the true home of your heart.

Maybe it was the same for our daughter.

Maybe she wandered, too,

and found her home.

Made a family.

She was loved, Claire.

I have to believe that.

♪ 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 ♪

Have you managed to sleep at all?

No.

Not wi' thinkin' about our Faith...

...and all that we still dinna ken.

- I wish Fanny remembered more. - Ah.

Aye, she couldna have been more than five years old

when she was sold to the brothel.

We shouldn't press her.

She's already suffered more than any child should.

First her parents...

Jane.

D'ye think we should tell her?

That she's our granddaughter?

How can we explain it to her

when we don't know how it's possible ourselves?

She might not believe us.

And then we'll have broken

whatever trust she started having in us.

It's no small miracle that a piece of Faith

came to be in our lives...

her daughter.

Despite all we've lost,

we can thank the Lord for that blessing.

Ah.

Aha!

Good morning, Grand-père, Grand-mère.

Come down for breakfast.

Did I or did I not tell ye wee heathens

to let your grandparents sleep?

Now, get away from there before--

Oh.

Yes, good morning to ye both.

There's some coffee and a wee bit o' parritch

downstairs when ye're ready.

Sounds wonderful.

Thank you, Marsali.

Aye, and since ye're up,

I wouldn't mind a hand with the press.

We'll be down shortly, mon fils.

I'm, uh, eager to see this workshop of yours.

- Oh. - Hmm.

We were so newly arrived when the British took over the city,

we had not yet begun printing the newspaper.

Now I'm careful to be perfectly impartial in its pages,

if not a bit more complimentary to the British Army

than they deserve.

Ah, wise choice...

Ah.

...as they may question the loyalty of a Frenchman.

Indeed.

It also helps that it was a regiment of Highlanders

who captured Savannah for the British.

And I happened to have a Scottish wife...

and the name Fraser above the door.

For that, I'm forgiven a multitude of sins.

But the British dinna forgive sedition.

Well, I better not get caught, then.

Don't worry.

I'm doing everything you taught me.

Difference is, you have a family now.

Oui. You had a family then.

And they were safe in the Highlands,

not wi' me in Edinburgh. There wasna a war then.

Which is why this work is even more vital

than what we did before.

Which is why it's also more dangerous.

In these times,

there's little one can do that isn't dangerous.

If I'm going to be killed for something,

I should like it to be something that matters.

Just promise me ye'll be careful.

Toujours.

Why didn't Uncle Ian come with you, Grand-pére?

Ah, he very much wanted to see you, a bhalaich,

but your new auntie Rachel is with child,

so he was eager to get her settled back on the Ridge.

I canna fault him for that,

given the luck he's had with bairns.

Cookies for breakfast!

Well, what are grannies for? Mmm.

- Now, there you go. - Ooh. Uh...

- three dozen all for me. - Hey!

How do you do that?

Oh, it's not difficult, Sassenach.

It's easier than counting goats and sheep.

After all, cookies dinna have legs, huh, hmm?

- Legs? - Aye.

Ah, to know how many goats ye have,

ye must count all the legs and divide by four.

Maybe Fanny would be so kind

as to help ye all count out the morning deliveries

before the news goes stale, hmm?

Come on, lad.

- Thanks, Granny. - Mwah. You're welcome.

Oh. Aye, help yourself.

Henri-Christian seems to be thriving.

Aye.

He's our joy, our wee lad.

Fanny's a sweet lass.

And bright, too.

She seems remarkably unspoiled

for one who grew up in a brothel.

Aye, her sister protected her innocence and virtue,

so far as she could.

Still, it cannot be easy for her.

A brothel is not an ideal place for a child,

but it is home if that's the only home she's known.

To lose that and her sister as well...

That's why we canna stay much longer.

I made a promise to Frances and to Claire.

'Tis time to go home.

But we will miss you all terribly.

We'll miss you, too.

But it won't be goodbye, only au revoir.

Are we nearly there?

When will we get to Fraser's Ridge?

We've been on the Ridge the past two days.

You mean all of this is yours?

Aye, a leannain.

'Tis ours, as far as ye're eyes can see.

This is our home.

Your home.

You woke the baby, damn you!

This man was taken into our custody

during an altercation with a band of rebels outside of town.

He claims to be the ninth Earl of Ellesmere

and a former soldier in His Majesty's Army.

Captain.

I was a captain in His Majesty's Army

before I resigned my commission.

We believe him to be a spy.

He assured us you could offer some clarity on the matter.

Yes. I understand the confusion,

given as His Lordship currently appears more like a highwayman

than an earl.

But I assure you, he is, in fact, who he says he is.

He poses no threat to our country...

Shh.

...or our cause.

Then I am satisfied.

Apologies for the intrusion, My Lord.

Good day to you.

Little fiend is teething.

And the lack of sleep won't improve his temper.

Yours?

Surely, you jest.

Allow me to introduce Trevor Wattiswade Grey,

your cousin Benjamin's son.

This is where you lived?

Ah, it's so overgrown now.

I can hardly believe there was a fire here

if I hadn't seen it myself.

The earth takes everything back in the end.

Ah!

Ian!

A bhalaich!

- Auntie. Uncle. - A bhalaich.

And you remember Frances, of course.

Aye. Welcome to Fraser's Ridge.

And Rachel? Has the baby...?

The bairn hasna come yet.

Rachel will be most pleased to see ye.

But first, will ye lend me a hand with this?

Aye.

What have you done to the corncrib, lad?

And where are the stables?

Ah. Follow me.

I've something to show you.

What in God's name happened to you?

A rumor reached me that a turncoat captain

may have been fighting with the rebels

when our troops captured the city.

And you thought that captain was Ezekiel Richardson?

I came to find out.

None of the rebels would speak to me

until I suggested ale and a game of brag.

And did you manage to learn the whereabouts

of that traitorous bastard?

I'm sorry.

Did you say that was my cousin's baby?

Ben's got a baby?

And a wife.

I had no idea, but I'm glad he's here.

I'll be most pleased to see him.

H-has his regiment been transferred?

He's, um...

not here.

William, I am...

...I'm very sorry to tell you that...

Ben is dead.

No, that's impossible.

He was taken prisoner while out with a raiding party

and held by rebels at Middlebrook encampment

in New Jersey.

There was...

an outbreak of jail fever.

I was...

terribly saddened to hear the news...

...as I knew you would be, too.

I know how much you looked up to him.

Who was the commander of this raiding party?

How was Ben captured?

Were any of his comrades taken with him?

I've given you all the information I have.

Does Uncle Hal know?

Does Henry?

Not yet.

I've drafted a letter to my brother

half a dozen times.

But I'm afraid once he finds out

that his eldest and favorite son is dead, then...

he will die of heartbreak, and...

I do not think I could bear that.

And the child?

Not long after I'd received news

of Benjamin's death,

a young lady appeared on my doorstep with her baby,

claiming she was, um, Benjamin's widow.

Seems the young Lady Grey

had fallen into difficult circumstances,

owing to her husband's absence.

And so, um...

I invited her to stay.

Wait.

You'd never heard of this wife

until after you received word of Ben's death?

No, I-I don't believe it.

If-if Ben were married, he would have told me.

When is the last time you received a letter from Ben?

I'll admit, I allowed our correspondence to lapse

after...

everything that happened last year, but...

but he would have told his brother.

And Henry never mentioned anything.

The young lady arrived with a bundle of love letters,

all sealed with Benjamin's signet ring.

And the boy's name, Wattiswade,

is a family name not commonly known.

I believe her claim.

Any charlatan hoping to profit off our family's grief

could falsify love letters.

Clearly, you've been hoodwinked by some--

some damn woman.

Some damn woman, am I?

William, may I present Amaranthus, Viscountess Grey,

Benjamin's widow.

Ben did speak of a Cousin William,

though he neglected to mention said cousin

was a drunkard and a fool.

Good day, Uncle John.

Welcome home.

What have ye done, lad? What is this?

Built yer house for ye.

- Our house? - Aye.

I took the plans ye made before you left.

Called everyone together--

the Beardsleys, the-the Lindsays,

and some of yer other Ardsmuir men.

Tore down the stables

and used that lumber for the start.

And then when folk got word of what we were about,

they'd come by with wood or furnishings they could spare,

even jes' to lend a hand.

A Dhia.

Ian, oh, it's beautiful.

Dinna worry, Auntie.

I've staked out a wee garden for ye.

Oh.

I thought I heard voices.

Rachel.

Look at you.

You're glowing.

- How are you? - I'm well.

Now, would you like to see thy house?

Iain Oig. Moran taing dhut.

You're very welcome, Uncle.

Well? What do you think?

Wow, Ian.

- Ah. - It's not just me.

A lot of hands.

Just like I imagined. These are from the stables.

Look at this view.

Aye, it's a beautiful spot.

Oh, it's fantastic.

Kitchen.

Ken ye need plenty of light for yer surgeries,

so I made the south-facing windows nice and big.

And I built the table from memory.

Hope it's the proper height.

Is it to thy liking, Claire?

I don't know what to say.

Where did you get all these things?

Oh, some I found when we passed through Wilmington.

The rest is from the new trading post--

Hiram Crombie's, running down by the meeting house.

Oh, Ian, Rachel, this is...

this is so thoughtful.

I'm so overwhelmed.

Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasna a wee bit selfish

in putting this together,

seeing as I have yer first two patients right here.

Well, I promise I will take

very, very good care of them both.

Ah, here are the plans.

Frances...

have a look upstairs.

What do ye think of this room, Frances?

It's nice, Mr. Fraser.

So, um, ye wouldna be disappointed

if I were to tell ye I was thinking it should be yours?

I could build you an, uh--

an armoire over here for your clothes

and a-a wee chair to sit and read...

if you like.

You mean a whole room of my own?

If it suits ye.

It suits me well.

The shape of you in the moonlight, Sassenach...

you look just as ye did

the night we made our Faith.

You know when she was conceived?

- Aye. - I don't even know that.

Ah, well, I may be wrong, of course, but...

Hmm.

...I always thought it was the night

ye first told me ye loved me...

...in the Laird's chamber, Lallybroch.

Ye were standing near the window.

The moon was streaming in just so,

as I came to ye.

Mm.

You told me...

that you wanted me from the first time you ever saw me.

Mm.

Had something to do with my hard head...

- Mm-hmm. - ...and my round arse.

Hmm, so you do recall the occasion.

Hmm?

How do you know that was the night Faith was conceived?

I wanted ye.

I had to have ye.

And once I was inside ye,

I'd have been content if that was the last thing I ever felt.

Then we started...

and I kent a piece of myself would be inside you forever...

...'cause I was giving you a child.

When Ian told me Crombie had a trading post,

I didn't expect all this.

Mr. and Mrs. Fraser.

Boys.

We'd just heard word of your return.

Amy.

Oh, it's so good to see you again.

Mrs. McCallum and wee Aidan and Orrie.

Not so wee anymore, eh, lads?

Thank you.

And, uh, my name is not McCallum anymore either.

It's Lindsay now.

Evan!

Mac Dubh!

Evan.

Congratulations on your new family.

Dinna ken you had it in ye.

I'm over the moon. Couldna be happier.

And thank you so much for all your help with the house.

No need.

The both of ye would have done the same thing

for any one of us.

Beam by beam, it was like a little prayer,

calling you home.

Either my eyes deceive me or the Frasers have come back.

I bid ye both welcome.

It's quite an establishment you have here, Mr. Crombie.

Well, the Bible instructs us

to use our gifts to serve one another as stewards

of the grace of God.

I've discovered that I'm quite gifted in procuring things

that people need, like this fabric.

Will it do for ye, Mrs. Lindsay?

That'll do nicely, thank ye.

May I acquaint you with our enterprise?

So good to see you again.

We have many fine fabrics,

and these just arrived.

And here ye'll find the tools of yer trade, Mrs. Fraser.

Oh.

It'll be so nice not to have to send to Woolam's Creek

for some of these.

You don't happen to have any Jesuit bark hidden somewhere?

That's another name for cinchona bark, is it not?

It is.

Mrs. Beardsley was asking

for the very same thing just yesterday.

We shall have to procure some, Mr. Crombie.

I-I was actually looking for it to make a tonic for her.

Ah.

I dinna believe we have the pleasure

- of your acquaintance, sir. - Oh, forgive me.

This is Captain Charles Cunningham.

He is my partner in this endeavor.

Captain, these are the Frasers, newly returned.

General and Mrs. Fraser,

I'm so pleased to finally meet you.

It's been rather strange

for my mother and I to live on this land,

never having met its owners.

Uh, partners, ye say?

When I arrived on Fraser's Ridge,

it seemed a bit of commerce might do some good.

As fate would have it, Mr. Crombie

had been having similar thoughts.

Ah, but not the means to put them into action.

I had a small pension to contribute to his inspiration.

Still, he is modest in calling us partners.

Mr. Crombie does the work.

I am merely content to sit at my desk

and help out when I can.

Well, I thank you both.

It seems you've achieved a-a great deal in our absence.

And I thank you, General,

for this place

my mother and I are so fortunate to call home.

Now, if you'll pardon me, I was on my way out.

I will accompany you, if I may.

Have you follow me, Mrs. Fraser.

Yes, actually, Mr. Crombie...

Captain, I must invite you to call me Mr. Fraser.

Having resigned my commission

following the Battle of Monmouth, I...

I have no further association with the Continental Army.

Well, that's modest of you, sir.

I've usually found that any man

who's held a military post of any pretension

clings to his title for life.

No, mine was merely a temporary appointment.

But I do ken there are many fine officers who deserve

to retain their titles after long and honorable service.

I'm sure that's the case wi' you, Captain.

Well, yes, uh, you are correct that I'm retired,

though I prefer to retain the appellation of captain

less as a measure of honor

and more because I've never much liked the name Charles.

Although, in all honesty, after thirty years

serving in His Majesty's Army,

I suppose I'm simply used to it.

You fought for the king, then?

Yes.

But I laid down my sword for good

after the Battle of Bemis Heights.

I understand you, too, were at Saratoga.

Aye.

And we would have been on opposite sides

of the same battlefield.

War is a terrible thing.

I am most happy to be done wi' it.

How did you come to settle here on the Ridge?

Ah, like a good many others, I came to North Carolina

because I had acquaintances here.

Two of my former officers are from Salisbury.

I visited their families,

and then I walked until my legs could carry me no farther,

until I found a place beautiful enough to bring me some peace.

And here I was.

Cunningham is a charming fellow.

And he's certainly gained some influence while we were away.

Ah. Aye, it'd be wise to ken him better.

That would be the prudent thing to do...

especially since he's a redcoat.

He's retired, like me.

Says he's done wi' the war.

I have no reason not to take the man at his word,

though...

I do wonder if the war is done with him.

Well, I suppose someone could wonder

the same thing about you.

Trust me, Sassenach.

I'm done...

whether the war likes it or no'.

The hair of the dog that bit you.

Good God, what is that?

The recipe is proprietary,

but the results cannot be argued with.

Drink up.

I am due to dine with General Prévost

in an hour.

Perhaps you'd care to accompany me?

His cook is far superior to mine.

And despite an unfortunate lack of humor,

the man is a decent soldier.

Ambitious.

I know what you are doing.

It will not work.

Frankly, I'm surprised

you're trying to entice me back into the army,

considering how opposed you were

to my joining in the first place.

Idleness and wallowing do not suit you, William.

And though it was dreadfully unfortunate,

the British Army is not to blame

for what happened to Ms. Pocock.

No.

I swore to protect her.

I am to blame...

and that devil of a turncoat, Richardson.

I, too, want Richardson to pay for his actions.

And he will.

But there are ways to go about it

that perhaps entail less drinking oneself

into oblivion night after night.

Well, if you're truly finished with the army,

perhaps it is time you returned to England...

although it would pain me to part with you again so soon.

You've attained your majority,

and therefore you can manage your estates.

My steward is doing a more than adequate job.

Your steward is not the ninth Earl of Ellesmere, William.

- You are. - By way of cuckoldry and a lie.

Well, be that as it may,

your mother was married to the eighth Earl of Ellesmere

at the time of your birth.

Therefore, the title is yours by law.

And how does one go about renouncing a title?

You cannot.

You mean I shall not.

No, you cannot!

A peerage is the gift of a grateful monarch.

There are no means set down in law for renouncing it.

A monarch who ceases to be grateful

can strip a peer of his title,

though the only grounds for that which come to mind

are engaging in rebellion against the crown.

Treason.

Betrayal of your king and country

hardly seems like a suitable means

of solving your personal difficulties.

It might be easier...

to ask what you want to do,

rather than asking how not to do what you don't.

It might be easier to know what I want to do

if I knew who I bloody was.

At a certain point, I suppose it is up to you

to decide who you want to be and to act accordingly.

Whether you choose

to call yourself Ransom, Fraser, or Grey,

no man with any claim to your parentage

would tolerate the way you treated Lady Grey yesterday.

That is something I insist you remedy.

I canna say bees are the most traditional homecoming gift,

but it's very thoughtful of ye, Lizzie.

Well, I've always wanted my own hive, so thank you.

We'll, uh, build a proper home for them

some safe distance from the house.

I'm so glad to have you both back.

As soon as there's a fresh bit of honey,

we'll bring some over for you and Kezzie and Josiah.

So lovely to see you again, Lizzie,

and so good to meet you, my little namesake, wee Claire.

Go to Mama.

We'll see you both again soon.

Aye.

Bees-- very sociable and curious,

which only makes sense, going back and forth all day,

sharing news wi' their pollen.

- That's one way to put it. - Hmm.

Did ye ken that bees are the link between our world

and the spirit world?

That's why ye tell them what's happening.

- You do? - Aye.

If someone should come to visit or a new bairn should be born

or a settler should depart or die,

you dinna tell the bees, they'll take offense,

and all of them will just fly away.

We can't have that, then, can we?

Hello, the house!

Ah!

Oh. Oh.

Grandda!

Jeremiah, you've grown so tall.

Grandda!

That's your granny and grandpa.

Is it really you?

God, I've missed you.

Oh, darling.

This is Mandy.

Mandy.

Look at you.

I canna believe it.

We never thought we'd see you again.

- What are you doing here? - We wanted to come home.

Jem.

Roger. Oh.

It doesna matter now, lass. You're here.

We all are.

Our house is yer house. Ye ken that well enough.

Ye can stay here till we build you one of yer own.

- You're very pretty. - Thank you.

Fanny is so sweet with Mandy.

How did she come to be living with you?

Oh, she's a wee orphan lass.

Your brother took her under his protection,

entrusted her to us.

William?

Does that mean he knows that you're his father?

He does.

Ah.

Take it he's not too happy about that.

Doesn't appear so.

Give him time.

Mummy, read me a story.

Uh, what's the magic word?

Please?

What do you think?

Why not?

Go get him.

Ye brought a book for the bairns.

Read to me, Grandda, please?

Ah, all right.

Let's see.

Oh.

It's like a painting.

Eh.

"In the great green room,

"there was a telephone and a red balloon

"and a picture of...

the cow jumping over the moon."

Eh, yeah, "and-and-and there were three little bears

sitting on chairs."

Well, a bear's likely to eat a chair than sit on one,

and all three of them together make a meal

of anyone close by wanting to count 'em.

A lovely bit of nonsense. I feel like I ken it.

Because I told you about it years ago,

when we were on a ship to Jamaica

- and I was missing Bree. - Mm.

Why don't you all go and finish the book

in the other room while the adults chat, hmm?

Jem, you can read it to them.

I hope it's all right Fanny saw that book.

She won't know it's modern, will she?

Oh, she's certainly never seen anything like it.

But I'm sure it's fine.

This one is for you.

- Oh, Bree. - Mm.

Oh.

Oh, it's marvelous.

Let me see, mo nighean donn.

Hmm.

The Merck Manual, 13th edition--

popular writer.

Either that or he's made a devil lot of mistakes.

- It's a medical book. - Mm.

"Controlling the spread of E. histolytica

requires prevention of access of human feces to the mouth."

Mm.

It's, uh, what folk have learned about healing.

I'm guessing you ken not to eat shite.

Yes, darling.

I can't begin to imagine

what they've discovered since I left.

And I think you will like this one, Da.

Ah.

- You like it? - Thank you.

Frodo Baggins.

Eh, a Welshman.

No.

- Not--not exactly. - Ah.

That's one of Jem's favorites-- mine too, actually.

I think the tale might speak to you.

Thank you kindly.

Are you a minister, Roger Mac,

- in the future? - Hmm.

No.

No, I was, uh--

I was so full of doubt after everything that happened.

But, uh, well, now that we're back...

Whatever you decide, new folk have settled on the Ridge

since you left.

You should go about, introduce yourself.

There's a man by the name of Cunningham.

He helped open the new trading post.

I'd be curious to ken what ye might think of him,

anything ye might learn.

Aye.

She was on antibiotics for a while,

had a few checkups, but other than that...

Children are remarkable.

Listening to her heart, you'd never have known

anything was wrong.

Kids are finally asleep.

Thank God.

I still canna believe it, the sight of you here.

We weren't even sure if the letters would reach ye

when we left them at the bank.

There was a--well, uh, an inheritance, I suppose.

We thought you should ken what had become of us.

We'd never have dreamed you'd have used them

to find your way back to us.

To coming home.

To family.

Slainté.

I, uh...

...I brought back another book.

I didn't want to show it in front of the kids, but...

Soul of a Rebel:

Scottish Roots of the American Revolution

by Franklin W. Randall, PhD.

Um, it's the research Daddy was doing before he died.

It was published after we had both left.

Did ye find it useful?

I started to open it, but...

I couldn't even get past the jacket.

I knew that if I read it, it would,

uh, feel like losing him all over again.

Same with your letters, actually.

We, uh--we spaced them out,

because as long as there were still unopened ones,

you were still alive.

Something must have happened...

for you to come back middle of a war.

Aye...

something happened.

A lot of things.

I suppose, uh,

there's something we need to tell you, too...

about Fanny and your sister...

Faith.

Lady Grey, I owe you an apology.

When you first came upon me yesterday,

I'd only just learned of my cousin's passing.

I was in shock.

Still, that is no excuse for my ungentlemanly behavior.

I beg your forgiveness for it.

Well, I suppose I was not altogether kind either.

I tend to have rather a sharp tongue when piqued.

You had every reason.

We did marry rather in haste.

Benjamin wrote to tell his father of the union,

but the letter appears to have gone astray, so...

I suppose a modicum of skepticism

is to be expected.

You have my deepest sympathies

on the loss of your husband, madam.

Thank you.

And you, on the loss of your cousin.

I beg your pardon.

I'm a bit overcome with emotion.

Quite understandable, given the circumstances.

Hmm. Oh, he likes being outside.

Fresh air calms him.

He looks quite like Benjamin.

I hope I don't give you pain by saying so.

No.

No, it's a reminder of the love that bore him.

I suppose that's some consolation.

I do not have any siblings.

Ben and Henry were like brothers to me.

He said as much about you.

And, perhaps, when Trevor is older,

you can tell him of his father, man-to-man.

It pains me that he'll have no memory of him...

...no knowledge of who he was in the world.

I promise, I shall do all I can for Trevor...

...and for you, Lady Grey.

This Robert Cameron read our letters, ye said.

Yes.

Then he not only kens about the Jacobite gold,

but he knows where we live, when we live.

What's to stop him coming after you?

Nothing, if he can time-travel.

But if he could, then why hasn't he done it already?

No sane man canna guess the mind of a mad one.

Well...

we figured if no time is completely safe,

then we'd rather all be together.

I canna believe I put wee Jeremiah in danger.

As soon as we're back at the house, I'll move the gold.

That way, if Cameron does come looking,

he'll have no way to find it, save through me.

My God.

I know there are brands for thieves, but what is GR?

George Rex.

King George.

These men were hanged for being Loyalists?

There are devils on both sides of this war.

Where is your father, child?

I don't know. This is Esmerelda.

Eh.

I wish to speak to your father.

Look...

♪ Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques ♪

- ♪ Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? ♪ - Stop that.

- Look at me. - Why?

You are a very impertinent child.

And your father should beat you.

You look like the Wicked Witch. Fly away on your broom.

What in the name of perdition

do you mean by that?

You wicked child!

Fly away on your broom, you mean old lady.

Aah! That really hurt.

Leave my house.

The girl spoke to me rudely, sir,

and I will not have it.

Evidently, no one has sought to discipline her correctly,

so no wonder.

Speaking of rudeness,

I don't believe I've had the honor of your acquaintance.

I'm Claire Fraser.

My son mentioned you were looking for this.

You are all undoubtedly going to hell.

Who the devil was that?

The Wicked Witch of the West. I hate her.

Hmm.

Oh, Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.

She's brought me Jesuit bark.

Well, in that case,

I think perhaps that witch was Mrs. Cunningham.

Is it my face you see looming in the darkness?

Why'd ye not tell me that Frank Randall

looked like Black Jack?

I haven't thought about that in a very long time.

I-I remember being startled by the resemblance,

but...

once I was acquainted with Black Jack,

that quickly wore off...

because they were so different.

Ye should have told me.

I suppose I should have, but--

but at first, how could I have explained that to you?

And then after, well, I--

I didn't know how.

I thought you might have been upset

that I had married someone

who looked so much like Black Jack Randall.

I might have been upset.

There'd have been no point.

You are mine.

Was he an honest man?

Frank?

For the most part.

He kept secrets, but then again, so did I.

Can I trust him, do ye think?

- About what he's written? - He was an historian.

He wouldn't write something that he knew to be false.

Why?

Because he mentions my name.

Fourteen times so far.

You're in the book?

Aye.

What does it say?

That war is coming to the backcountry.

He says there'll be a battle in about a year's time

at a place called King's Mountain...

and that James Fraser dies in it.