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Previously, you have a sister.

Wouldn't you rather she hear your words than mine?

Be designed.

How could you possibly live without song? My mother taught it to me. Contact

this Claudel fellow and encourage him to meet with me. I have a favor to ask of

you, my stepbrother. Have you heard of a man by the name of Lecomte Saint

-Germain? You are his son. If you are truly his heir, then you can use what

left you for good. Monsieur Beauchamp told me that I'm the son of a great man.

I'm already the son of a great man.

Didn't bother to put a note on it this time. It's a letter from Francis Marion.

He'll get us the guns we need.

What about your wife? It was her idea I pretend I was dead.

Again in a book written by her other father.

Frank Randall. There's mention of a battle in the backcountry at a place

King's Mountain.

Who will hold her once you're gone?

In the autumn of 1779, King's Mountain presented a serene vista.

reminiscent of Scotland's Culloden Moor, before its historic bloodshed. Yet,

as history would record, this tranquillity was merely the calm before

iron and fire.

Major Patrick Ferguson and his loyalist militia established their stronghold at

the summit.

commanding the high ground with strategic superiority.

Below, Sevier, Cleveland, Fraser, and their over -mountain troops gathered,

their resolve as firm as the earth beneath their feet.

The initial ascent was perilous, but many a rebel picked up as they clawed

way up the mountainside.

The battle was swift and fierce, like penned ducks.

290 loyalist militiamen, including Ferguson himself, were at blame.

The rebels suffered minimal losses.

Only 28 fell.

Including me.

a song of the last that is gone say

could that last be I

Mary of soul she sailed

on a day over the sea to

sky

And so

I thought if I stood there, saw the place with mine own eyes, maybe I could

proof that Frank was wrong.

But every detail, the high ground, the steep approach,

where the fighting will unfold, everything you wrote makes sense.

I thought maybe he was tormenting me because I left him.

Or that maybe he wrote the book to torment you for taking me from him.

For what if it's neither?

We get there.

On that mountain.

Come over

here, boy.

The first man in...

The letters.

We place the paper in the frisket.

Fold it over the frame.

And we bring this down.

Pull the lever.

Et voila.

We'll have a printed page.

Is there anything better?

May I try?

I made this just for you.

What is it?

I don't want to disappoint you, Papa.

I'm... different.

You can never disappoint me.

And there is no shame in being different.

You may be small, but you're capable of great things.

Now, pull the devil's tail.

Yeah.

Like that.

Germain?

Alors?

Oh, magnifique.

Not much it, eh?

You're a natural.

Fergus Fraser and Sons.

This will be yours one day, mes filles.

La plume est notre épée.

The pen is our sword.

And we can never lay it down.

You're becoming quite anxious without any word from you.

I found Ben.

What do you mean?

In a grave?

He's definitely not in a grave.

But you've known that all along.

He's risen to the rank of General.

General Rafe Bleeker.

Did you know that?

No.

So it doesn't surprise me.

He claims it was at your behest that he feigned his death.

I couldn't dissuade him from joining the rebellion.

I pleaded with him, begged him.

You grave.

If your mind is set, nothing else matters.

Don't say that.

We have our convictions.

Ben held his deeply.

He cared for you.

Not enough.

Not nearly enough.

It was only by impressing upon him the horrors of betrayal for Trevor, having a

traitor for a father that he finally consented to disappear quietly rather

igniting public scandal.

I wanted a coward, William.

A man who would avoid conflict and peril. And you thought that might be me.

At first.

Uncle John had mentioned you'd resigned your commission.

But it wasn't long before I saw the truth of you.

Who you truly are.

Your face.

What happened?

What do you think happened?

He did that.

I must inform Papa and Uncle Hal.

They must learn of Ben's survival, his alias.

Perhaps they need him to know that you knew of it. Hang him. No, they won't.

Yes, they will.

I've heard the officers at their gatherings.

Eager for the news for Washington and his commanders.

You still love him.

You agreed to marry me.

Nothing has to change.

We still can.

William. You've returned.

Excellent.

Although looking a little worse for wear.

Hal is en route from London. Parliament is eager for news regarding the success

of our military endeavors.

It's a blessing that Amaranthus and Trevor are here.

A silver lining in the terrible news we must deliver.

Papa.

And it's alive.

Now a military leader among the patriots.

Under an assumed name.

My God, are you certain?

A form of my own eyes. The Continental Cat.

I suppose we must, um... Thank the Lord for the... Small

mercies.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

You've had quite the shock.

Come, sit.

We'll fetch some tea and something to eat.

You'll feel better with something in your stomach.

I dreaded.

Telling my brother that his son was dead. But this is... I know.

Uncle John, there... There is something I should tell you. There's no need to

speak any further.

Right, now.

We've all been shaken by these revelations.

No.

It's important for Uncle John to hear this.

Very well.

Never mind the tea.

I'll fetch the brandy.

Fergus said both of them was a popinjay. And the story was so incredulous that

even if it was a novel, no self -respecting publisher would even touch

Oh, Eric Conklin's your man?

Two, please.

Thank you. Thank you.

Fergus doesn't want anything to do with any of it. Doesn't mean to be a pawn for

someone else's interests.

Thinks it might be a ploy to harm the Patriot cause.

I mean, if the French do take the old North West... Lord John did say Percy is

slippery fellow.

Two onions, please.

Oh, but imagine inheriting a fortune like that. Thank you.

I could be parading around in a silk gown.

I can see it now.

It's been so nice having you here.

Yeah. When are you and Roger thinking of leaving?

Well, actually, we, um...

We're meeting with one of Marion's agents tomorrow night at the wharf to

him the gold.

And then we'll collect the rifles outside of town tomorrow and bring them

Rebel bitch, you're the printer's wife. How dare you? Tell your filthy frog of

an husband to mind what he prints. No more of his rubbish.

Come on, let's go.

You don't mind if I wear this, do you?

Phrases are kind to me.

But I miss you so much, Jamie.

Mistress Fraser made pancakes for breakfast this morning.

They were burnt as cinders.

She tries, though.

That's why I ate them anyway.

Didn't want to upset her.

Oh, no.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Darling, what's wrong?

What do you mean?

I had a square of lace. I know it was here, but... When did you last see it?

It was to have changed things, and Mr Fraser gave this to me at Monmouth.

Right, and have you had it since?

I looked at the treasures a few times on our journey home.

I wanted to feel close to Jane, but now... Seems like you must have lost

it somewhere along the way.

No, we have to find it.

I'm sorry, darling.

Elise.

Is it Jamie?

Yes.

My grandmother made it.

She was a lace maker.

Where?

Paris.

Jamie and I never lived there, but Mother did when she was a girl.

We'd visit sometimes.

Grandmother in Paris.

Do you remember her name?

She was just calling out to me.

I don't remember much.

Oh, darling.

It's all right.

I would like to go home now.

You've been concealing the truth.

Since the moment you arrived... I felt I had to. Can you blame me?

What would you have done in my position?

You thought we wouldn't understand?

I feared you would understand all too well. You were protecting yourself and

Trevor from being cast out, fearing Uncle Hal's wrath if he knew about Ben's

allegiances. Yes.

Yes. That was my fear.

Posing as Ben's widow seemed to save her claim.

An incredibly lucrative one.

Have you ever gone hungry?

My lord, I have.

And I would stoop however low to keep my son from that fate.

Perhaps that was a little harsh.

I do appreciate her predicament.

And I suspect you do, too.

I'm not blind to how close the two of you have become.

What does that have to do with anything?

Just remember, your cousin is alive, and she is his wife.

Whatever feelings you have, any association with her beyond what is

familial duty would be improper and impermissible.

I don't have any interest in entangling myself with anyone who deceives me.

No matter the reason.

She did what she felt was necessary for the sake of her child.

I don't approve of it, but I understand it.

That seems to be a common excuse.

Where are you going?

It doesn't matter.

William!

They've had one more.

That's not blood, is it?

It's like meth half involving some tomatoes.

Another one of these.

Lady Bird, Lady Bird, fly away home. Your house is on fire and your children

gone.

Look at this.

Bird, B -U -R -D.

Hmm.

It's our boat.

Do you remember the one about Cockrobin?

Who killed Cockrobin?

I said this power with my bow and arrow.

I can't listen to it. Just put it in the drawer with the others.

I will.

But where does this new one rank?

That's the worth of our anonymous collection.

I think somewhere in the middle.

Papa, you're home!

Oh, yeah!

What have you done to yourself?

Your mum will show me how to clean the ink balls.

Hmm. Where are your sleeve covers?

I didn't want to dirty them, Papa.

They're too nice.

Apprentice pride lies in keeping his hands clean.

That's something you'll need to master, eh?

Go wash it off, then.

If it stains for good.

Me and my mum.

Allez.

Christ.

He decides everything.

Don't I?

You're proud as punch.

He's beautiful.

Even coloured in ink.

I can.

This shop, it's been so good for the boys.

A will and a let, idle threats, gear us away from something that brings them so

much joy.

All our children.

Present and future.

That is amazing.

You're trying to populate the entire colony.

Well, my love, making love and making babies one and the same.

Let me help you.

Uh -huh.

Unfortunately, the lace was gone.

Fanny was so upset.

And she said it was made by her grandmother, who was a

lace maker in Paris.

A lace maker in Paris?

A slender thread, but it's something.

I seem to recall a lace maker across from Master

Eamon's apothecary.

Yes. I went there once.

I heard a child cry that day.

What if it was her?

Clara.

Her daughter.

Is it possible?

Faith.

I always wondered if Mother Hildegard called her that.

If she somehow knew of the rift.

How close we came to losing everything.

You told me you hated me.

I just wanted you to feel my pain.

I can't. It's just like... How did you choose that name? Because you wanted to

remind me to hold on.

Not just to a belief in something greater.

But enough.

we still had ahead of us.

I'm so scared to do you again.

With everything that's about to come, how can I have faith

when I face that possibility?

And it's the unseen threat, the binder, moving by

hand, far greater than our own.

I see.

A votre service.

What brings you here?

I have some information for you regarding a certain acquaintance.

Tell me about Richardson.

The erstwhile captain was seen in Charlestown boarding a ship and intends

make his way to Savannah soon.

Excellent news.

I thought we might be pleased.

I'll keep my ears open and let you know when he arrives and where he'll be

staying.

May I ask what you intend to do with him?

No, you may not.

I'd imagine you'll be sipping fine brandy with the man. You can imagine

you like, but you will forget that we had this conversation.

You're looking well, John.

As handsome as you did at our parents' wedding.

You recall that day?

Not particularly.

I do.

I remember everything.

Well, I've left it very hard to forget.

How we touched hands in the church.

And then later...

You slipped away to the bell tower.

You can't have forgotten that.

I... I wanted to go slow.

To favor every inch of you.

But you were so hungry for me back then.

Never was a man so well -named.

There was a time when you loved me, John.

If only you were sufficiently honest enough with yourself to admit it.

William, William, I wasn't expecting you.

This is our colleague, and we were discussing business. I thought there was

nothing worse than having a traitor for a father.

I'll take my leave.

Business, eh?

Perhaps this explains why you never told me you were governor at Artham, your

prison, and you James Fraser long before Hellwater. Who told you that?

It's true, isn't it?

Fraser was your prisoner.

Yes. But... How is it that a warden cared enough about a prisoner, a

agree to raise his son?

Was he one of your conquests? Or were you one of his?

Neither. Oh, forgive me if I don't believe that.

Coming from a liar, a hypocrite, and a sodomite. I'm sorry for what you saw.

And I know you don't understand.

But understand this. James Fraser and I were friends. And you have no idea what

we have sacrificed for you.

The lengths we have gone to for you, to protect you.

I've had enough of your ingratitude.

I've tried to get you back on your feet.

But if you choose to use this to do with Amaranthus as yet another excuse to

fritter away your life, then you can do it somewhere else.

And if you ever dare repeat to your father that way again... I don't have a

father!

A letter from Ian.

Posted from Philadelphia.

Says he spoke to a lass at the brothel, a friend of Jane's. She didn't care

much, but gave him this pamphlet she saved with a story about Jane, published

after her death.

Salacious and gory details of the murder.

Scandal sold.

Nothing new there.

Not only that.

Ian tracked down the writer, persuaded him to share his notes.

My mother's name was Faith Pocock.

As my grandmother lay dying, she told my mother an incredible story. That one

day, a strange little man from the apothecary came with a baby.

He asked her to look after it and said he'd come back.

But if he didn't, she was to find Lady Brock Turok.

So he waited, but he never returned.

So she went to find the lady and was sent to the house of a wine merchant.

where the servant told her that this lady had left the country.

Our grandmother wondered who could leave such a sweet child.

By then, of course, she'd fallen in love with the baby girl.

Years later, my mother learned that this lady lived in the mountains of North

Carolina. Our family was on our way to find her when our ship was taken by

pirates and our parents were killed.

I need my sister to know that I love her more than life itself.

It's proof of that, I suppose.

But I want her to know that I'm at peace with dying.

That none of this was her fault.

And that I'd do it again.

And if God owes me anything, and believe me, he does.

Then he'll help her find this lady when I'm gone.

So she has a chance to be safe.

To be loved.

I need her.

Please, I'm coming to find her.

Fire. Fire.

Okay, we must go. Quick.

Come.

Lift me. Wake up. Wake up.

Come. Hurry. Quickly.

We must go.

Quickly.

Hurry.

Fire.

Germain. I'll make you still get up.

They're not here. Where are they?

Oh, God.

They're right.

They always go out there to look at the stars.

I'll get them.

Go,

go, go, go, go, go.

Fire, fire.

What's that good the boys do enough today?

Did

you

are you it's happy I need you Go hold on to

your brother. No, Papa.

I won't leave you.

I'll calm down right behind you.

Go, go.

Don't look down.

Hold on tight.

You must be praying. Come on, boys. All right?

Go on.

Hold on tight.

You can do it.

All right?

What is it?

I don't care about it.

I have a terrible feeling something is wrong.

If anything were to happen to me, would you stay here?

In this time with the kids?

Nothing is going to happen to you.

I know you've just lost your brother.

I'm so sorry.

But nothing is going to happen to you. If it did.

I would stay.

Of course.

This is our home.

It's our whole family here.

The four of us belong here.

Our John says you can get another room ready.

I'm not afraid to let them out of my sight.

Never again.

Marcy, you need to sleep.

Sleep. I'll watch you over them.

Someone left us a note.

It's a poem.

Fergus said the thing to do was read them aloud to each other and then make

of them and rank them from best to worst.

Could have been an accident.

An ember from a horizon.

A building full of paper.

Yeah.

After all these years.

I didn't again where I ended and he began.

Now, there's barely anything left of him.

Not even a body to hold.

Even every single one of you children.

It's almost as if Jane's talking to me.

It was her last chance to tell me these things.

We have something that we'd like to tell you as well.

My family home in Scotland is a place named Brachtur.

But Claire and I lived in France for a bit.

I worked with my cousin's winery in Paris.

When we were there... I had a baby.

A little girl.

Her name was Faith.

I thought she died.

She was born.

But now we know that she couldn't have because the

baby was your mother.

So that means that she was what

I'm the lady you were looking for.

I'm Lady Proctoruk.

We believe we are your grandparents.

It was to us as well.

I was very sick after your mother was born.

And I only got to hold her for a little while.

And then they told me that she died.

And they took her away.

Sometimes I feel you staring at me with your tears in your eyes.

Is that why?

You're a retard.

It has nothing to do with you.

I sang a song to your mother when she was born.

A song my mother sang to me.

And you...

You were singing that same song in the church at Monmouth when we met.

Your mother must have sang that same song to you.

Sometimes I look at you, and you're so beautiful, like

she must have been.

And it makes me think of...

The thing that I missed.

The thing that I lost.

It just hurts a little bit.

I'm sorry.

Oh, no, no, no.

Toby.

Having you here with us.

of my broken heart that I never thought could be mended.

How did she know the song if she was only a baby?

I wish we knew.

There's so much I can't explain.

I had.

Something very special.

Made of lace.

It's a veil.

But I believe it was made by your grandmother.

I bought it from her shop when we lived in Paris.

I wore it to the graveyard where I believed your

mother was buried.

And I left it in Paris.

But it makes me so happy to think that we had something of your grandmother's.

Because she is part of you.

They're family.

Or they can be like lace.

Fragile and then delicate.

Full of holes and gaps.

Like the things that we don't know.

But like lace, we can be strong.

Perhaps we should have waited.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Where are your brother and sister?

I told them to go and try to have them breakfast.

We have to go back to the print shop.

Papa says we must rise every day, ready to bring the news to the people, no

matter what happens.

The crew will not have peace, he says.

We can never lay down our sword.

Go and join your brother at Senzer's.

I'll be there then.

What will I do with Heifericus?

You'll always have a home with a boneridge.

But you could also consider Beauchamp's offer.

Shema is a legitimate heir now.

No.

Vargas wouldn't want to.

I think what he would want is... I think he would want you and his children to

be taken care of.

I need to bury my husband.

I need to take him home.

Fanny, darling.

Supper's ready downstairs.

Sweetheart?

Is everything all right?

Do you like some company?

I'm so sorry, Sammy.

Much too soon, perhaps.

We wanted you to know that you were ours.

Again, you might not believe us, lass.

We have proof.

Oh, I believe you.

I'm sure my grandmother made you there.

She made the most beautiful things.

You should have seen the piece I had.

But now I lost it and...

I lose everything.

Everyone I love.

My whole family.

And you're my family.

I'll lose you too.

You'll go away or you'll die and I'll be even more alone.

I know it's hard to believe that everything's going to be all right.

Especially after everything that's happened to you, but... But...

God tells us that faith is the evidence of things not seen.

So, I will ask you to have faith in us.

But...

Yeah.

You've come home.

No two people experience physical pain in the same way.

Perhaps the same is true for emotional pain.

But our collective love of Fergus was reflected in the agony of our shared

Our grief was alike.

That wild look of suffering in Martha Lee's eyes was the same I saw in

It was there in my own.

That nauseating ache, the disbelief that eats away at you until you are numb.

The granddaughter who seemed to drop out of the sky a blessing from heaven, and

a son who was taken from us too soon.

A hellish reality, but to the tapestries of our lives, threads of shock, anger,

love and affection, among the multitude of others.

woven together as intricately and delicately as the most beautiful lace.

Et toi?

Stop fooling around. Pay attention.

I am.

It's a great day, laddie.

Where do you think you're going?

Home with me, Lord. You remind me I have something to fight for.

There you are, my Lord.

My lady, you've returned.

It's a miracle.

Thank you.

No fees.

Stand by my hand, Fergus, son of my name and of my heart.

You've saved my life more than once.

I've simply balanced the scales.

I'll miss you too, but it won't be goodbye, only au revoir. And do you have

name? Fraser.

His name is Fergus Claudel Fraser.

Come with me.

It's for Fergus.

And for you.

I know he's not with us, but maybe you'll find him here.

Granda.

Thank you, Makhri.

Je dois quitter la ville pour une brève période.

Vous êtes la seule personne en qui j 'ai confiance.

Prenez soin de cet enfant.

Moi?

Son père est en prison et sa mère est très malade.

Elle est si petite, si belle.

La pauvre.

Elle s 'appelle Faith.

Si jamais je ne reviens pas, il faut que vous alliez trouver Madame Bollock

-Tor.

Sweet face.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no.

I do like to be beside

the seaside.

I do like to be beside the sea.

I do like to stroll along the prom, prom, prom, where the brass bands play,

ti -da -di -bom, pom, pom.

Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside.

I do like to be beside the sea.

Oh, I do like to stroll along the prom, prom, prom, where the

brass bands play tiddly -um -pum -pum. So just let

me be beside the seaside.

I'll be beside myself with Glee.

And there's lots of girls beside.

I should like to be beside, beside the seaside, beside the sea.