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Previously... Not if I stood there. I
saw the place with my own eyes.

Maybe I could find proof that Frank was
wrong.

On that mountain, it felt like the
truth.

The boy's my son!

His blood is my blood.

A letter from Ian. It says he spoke to a
lass at the brothel, a friend of James.

She gave him this pamphlet. We believe
we are your grandparents.

I don't have a father!

The letter is from Francis Marion.

He'll get us the guns we need.

But if the legitimate heir were to
appear... My associates would pay, sir,

significant sum.

I'm sorry.

It's for Fergus.

Maybe you'll find him here.

Hunter.

Hunter?

God, it is the rain.

Said it made his missing hand ache.

Yes, tell the Bairns that the rain meant
God was sneezing.

And best be sure to wipe the Lord's snot
off their clothes before they came in

the house.

They loved it, of course.

Running around, wiping the snot of the
Almighty on each other with glee.

Yes, they'd have their own sense of
humour.

that from you. Do I take credit for
that?

This pig -headedness? Maybe.

Thinking of taking Percy Beauchamp up on
his offer.

Using the money from the sale of the lag
up north to rebuild the print shop.

Made you change your mind?

I want to keep up the work of fighting
the war with words.

Not only for Fergus and the Bairns,
though they have a passion for it,

especially Maureen Christian, but for
myself.

I believe in the cause.

No one else, Scotland.

It wasn't only for love.

I wanted to make my own way.

Living by my own rules.

Permanent in my own fate.

I wanted freedom.

That's what America wants.

It's just dangerous work.

If I'm going to risk my life, I want it
to be for something that matters.

I admire that.

When it's wise to take the money.

If you ever need anything, you only have
to ask.

What has it lost?

Must make my heart heavy, though.

Perketh said he was worried it would
harm the rebel god.

In truth...

He never wanted to acknowledge the comps
as your mum, as his father.

Very thought -toward at him.

You neither come to be a villain.

I'm sure he didn't want to believe that
he came from such an unscrupulous man.

You think Fergus would give a damn about
the morals of a man long dead?

Fill your eyes. Thanks.

He never wanted to call anyone but you
his father.

Thinking of himself and yourself.

And everything too.

Fergus.

Fergus Fraser was my son.

Son of my name.

Of my heart.

Now, they're not forever more.

No piece of paper, no.

Ain't nothing in this world...
...computer.

Very well then.

Thanks.

A few words from a husband alone.

You heard him?

Afraid they're forever more.

With that being the case,

I'll sign the blasted contract and take
the money for the shop and the bairn.

And the bairn yet to come.

You couldn't resist leaving me with a
part again, could you?

I could curse you for it.

I'm so happy to have more of you.

Sing 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

All that was good, all that was fair,

all that was me is gone.

Just a moment, we'll have a look.

Clever.

Better than the sauerkraut you set out
for.

They're a little old, but they're in
good shape.

Something wrong?

I read in Frank's book that Patrick
Ferguson designed a new rifle, a breech

loader.

There's a man to load both ball and
powder directly.

Here.

I don't care if Ferguson's men will have
such rifles at King's Mansion, but if

they do... Quite the advantage.

I know the design of the Ferguson rifle.

My father showed it to me once.

He was right to.

Ingenious, but...

difficult to replicate in quantity.

There was a simpler design the American
army adopted in the early 19th century

called a hall rifle.

It amazed me.

Lastly, I came so much about firearms.

I thank God for it.

She has perfect aim.

She get that from you, did she?

Who knows if it's nature or nurture.

Likely a bit of both.

But there's a reason why she was
nicknamed Dead Eye, practically by the

could walk.

Frank called you that?

Yeah.

For my dearest dead eye.

It's Brianna.

Dedication is for her.

We did it all for her.

Everything.

Teaching her to shoot, to ride horses.

Learning about the past.

Looking for me, writing the book.

Knowing that one day she might try to
find me.

You harmed her with the knowledge.

Perhaps surviving this time.

The book isn't for me.

Or you.

Isn't a taunt from the future about my
death.

A warning.

He was trying to save you, Fabry.

He knew that you would... Continue to
protect.

I used to pray for him, you know.

For Frank?

I sent you back to him so that you and
Bree could be safe.

You needed him to protect you.

So I needed God to protect him.

Maybe this is Frank's way of praying for
us.

When I found out...

He knew that you survived Culloden and
hid it from me.

So angry.

But now maybe... Maybe what he did was a
kindness.

A gift.

What do you mean?

By staying in the 20th century, I became
a surgeon.

So if you do fall at King's Mountain, I
have the medical skills to save your

life.

We cannot change the course of history.

Lord knows we've tried.

Maybe not the course of history exactly.

But we have changed small things.

Things that may seem insignificant in
the flow of time.

You're trying to say I'm another one of
those insignificant things?

Perhaps.

Even if you are very significant to
certain other people, whoever they may

Whoever they may be.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Come in.

I have been asking after William, and no
one has seen him in town for days.

He likely went up to Mount Josiah.

I've just sent a letter to the staff
there inquiring about him.

I'm sure all is well.

It's my fault.

I drove him away.

I suspect there is more to his sudden
disappearance than that, my dear.

He and I had words.

As a lot.

It was a matter of a private nature.

Let us simply say it was a rather
difficult moment between father and son.

But I deceived him.

I lied to his face.

I fear William is a man whose personal
probity and rectitude prevents him from

forgiving deception in others.

William has grown to be a man of honor
and integrity.

He's also a man of compassion.

And I hope forgiveness.

You have a few months yet to prepare,
Reza.

Don't wait, then.

Stronghold. Let him have it.

Come on.

Right.

After

you

left,

I decided to go back and see Gailis
again.

I want to spend time with her.

Get to know my mother a wee bit.

That's... tricky business.

Twas.

Dougal was always around, and he took my
interest to be of an amorous nature.

He didn't appreciate that.

I'll bet.

Not to mention that I think that she
took my interest to be of an amorous

as well.

And she wasn't opposed to the idea.

I did warn you about that woman.

You did.

And since I had no other reason to be in
that time, I didn't yet want to return

to my own.

I went back to Craig in the dune.

As I told you,

my marriage to Morag was not right.

She was better off without me.

He said the Stones themselves sometimes
choose where to send a man.

So I decided to put my fate in their
hands, so to speak.

A leap of faith.

So that's how you ended up back in 1980.

The Stones sent you.

It appears I was needed there after all.

Because the first person that I saw was
Rob Cameron.

And watched.

As he went into a shop, bought a
gemstone, and only Phil could see what

intending.

Bastard.

Followed him home.

Oh, Roger McKenzie of life.

Yours shall do.

Thank you, Buck, for protecting us.

All of us.

Free and clear.

Best way to live.

It is indeed.

Which is why I have a surprise for you.

Take a shot.

Nice.

Want a race?

Count us down.

All right.

You ready?

Three, two, one, go.

Holy moly. What?

How in the devil?

My version of the hall rifle I was
telling you about.

I wasn't sure I could actually make one,
but I figured it out.

I can make more.

Well done.

That's my wife.

She's a genius.

And my daughter.

Outstanding, Brianna.

This will make a great difference in
battle.

How does it work?

Here, take a look. Pull this latch back
and up.

What brings you here?

I can't believe it. You can believe it.

I'm here and I'm very glad to see you.

Welcome. Come, come.

Where have you come from?

What have you been doing?

Tell me everything and don't leave a
single thing out.

I'll do my best.

I wonder what the commotion was about.

Welcome to our new home.

Good to see you.

Yes. Thank you, sir.

I hope I'm not intruding.

You could never be an intruder here.

Will you tell me about all your
adventures?

You'll hear them, I promise.

Late at night, after dinner, perhaps.

Assuming I'm welcome at your table.

Aye.

Of course.

Might I inquire if Mistress Mackenzie is
here?

Brianna, sit here.

Come along.

Thank you.

But she didn't refute the story.

I was devastated.

I was praying she would somehow deny
everything and sweep her up into my

But you knew Ben was alive.

You'd seen him with your own eyes.

Could you really have denied your own
story based on her say -so?

In that moment, I think I would have
done, yes.

I'm sorry, William.

I'm seeing a crushing blow.

Thank you.

I went to Mount Josiah.

I needed time to think.

And I felt I had to tell someone.

So I came to tell you.

The only member of my family who has
never broken my trust.

I'm glad you came.

Spending time here might be just the
thing you need.

It is a magical place.

I've never been one to believe in magic,
personally.

Well, try to keep an open mind.

We walked straight past the guard just
before we reached the quarantine area.

said our farewells.

It was the last I saw of your brother.

I owe him my life.

Again.

And he looked well to me, didn't he?

Very much so, yes.

He'd be very happy to see you now.

The two blessings you've received.

I know if you were here, you would join
me in lifting a glass.

And in drinking to the health and
happiness of your newfound family.

Thank you,

William.

Truly.

Let's not have things get out of hand.

William seems happy enough.

As long as he's no near me.

He's here, isn't he?

That's a start.

Tell him what? Your letter.

Oh, yes.

I have an announcement.

I received a letter from the elders of
the Presbytery of Savannah stating that

my application for ordination as a
minister has been accepted.

Congratulations. Congratulations.

Thank you, thank you. So there's a
travelling minister, the Reverend

who'll be passing through soon.

And he's agreed to perform the
ordination ceremony when he comes to

Ridge. So, well, I'd love to invite you
all to come.

We'd be delighted.

Well, I'm very proud.

Well done.

This is a happy day indeed.

To good news, new beginnings, and joyous

arrivals.

To our future.

To our future.

Good night, then.

Off you go. Get some rest while we hunt
a bill of cleat.

Yes, be sure.

We'll do the dishes.

It's our turn.

Well, if he has certain.

We'll bid you good night.

Night.

You're doing great, honey.

Are you certain I cannot be of service?

You might be family, but you're still a
guest here.

Aye, we're not putting an arrow to work
washing dishes.

Yeah.

Hoping to do some fishing in the
morning.

Care to join me in catching tomorrow's
supper?

Ken,

last time we went, you were a lad and
ran into a spot of bother.

We had a rather unfortunate encounter
with the Cherokee, yes, I remember.

You told them you were my father.

I thought you were merely lying to
protect me.

How easily duped I was.

I'll always try to protect you, lad.

No matter what.

Thank you for the invitation, but I
cannot go fishing with you.

Brianna is giving me a tour of the ridge
tomorrow.

I'm sure I'll be gone at the crack of
dawn, and I won't be ready to give you

tour until mid -afternoon at the
earliest.

I'm still not sure. And there's a rule
here on the ridge that all overnight

guests have to help catch their supper.

Aye, aye, that's right.

An ironclad rule here on the ridge.

Well, that's settled, then.

I'll see you at first light.

Thank you very much for your help.
You're welcome.

It's a fine casting lane you have.

Thank you.

I do pride myself on it.

The gentleman's sport, after all.

Did you go often?

After I left Hellwater.

With one of the gamekeepers, yes.

Imagine he took you to the Devil's Beak.

Said it was his own secret fishing
place.

It's a secret fishing place for everyone
who goes there.

The fish like to swim down in that wee
hollow.

Below the boulder, that looks like a
bird's beak.

I once pulled ten big trout out of there
in less than an hour.

I once caught two dozen.

All right.

It's true.

I love a good fish story.

I'm telling you, it was two dozen full
-grown trouts, not one less.

If you say so. If you don't believe me,
ask my father.

May I ask?

You had a falling out with Lord John?

Yes, I have.

That's falling out.

It is.

Of a private nature, a trust.

Yes.

I discovered he's a sodomite.

I take it this is not news to you?

No.

It's God.

How did you... I caught him in the arms
of a man.

So in addition to being a sodomite, he's
an indiscreet one as well.

William Mung.

Cain, this must have been a big shock to
you.

You and he.

And Osmule.

You love us.

Is that why he agreed to raise your
illegitimate son?

Why would you ask me something like
that? It doesn't make perfect sense, but

isn't true.

He's very confident in defending a man
who's an admitted liar and a hypocrite.

John's life is his personal affair.

He now neither defends nor condemns it.

He's one of the best men I know.

He's acted as your father, has been your
father for most of your life, and in

that time, he has loved you.

With heart and soul.

I've given you everything he had to
give.

Except for truth.

On that point, at least, you're exactly
the same.

Are you planning to say goodbye?

You're just going to storm off without a
word like you did in Philadelphia.

I have cause, madam.

I don't doubt that you do.

But hasty exits seldom result in happy
reunions.

Is that one of Dr. Franklin's aphorisms?

You really are goddamned American now,
aren't you?

I didn't come here to trade barbs with
you, William.

Whatever happened between you and Jamie,
I... No doubt to be the topic of your

next dinner party.

Well, I'm sure you'll all have a good
laugh at my expense.

That was uncalled for.

Forgive me.

My mind is beset with chaotic thoughts
at present.

Apology accepted.

It was a mistake to come here.

Foolish, impulsive mistake.

That's hardly impulsive.

It takes a long time just to get here.

Well, it was certainly foolish,
nonetheless.

Why?

Because you wanted to spend time with
your father?

I came to see Brianna.

I know how much you care for her.

But we both know who it is that you
really came to see.

Which again turned out to be a mistake.

Will you at least grant that I must
certainly know my own feelings on that

account? I won't argue with your
feelings, no.

We are in the middle of a war.

Of which I am fully aware.

And as a result, this could be the last
time you ever see your father alive.

That is remarkably bleak sounding.

Especially coming from you.

Jamie may well have to lead men into
battle again soon.

And you of all people know what the
outcome of that may be.

So before you leave here, I want you to
think, and I mean really think,

about how you would feel if this morning
was the last time you ever see your

father.

You back straight.

That's it.

That's it, Willie.

Fanny? What's wrong?

Some boys at the train post read the
pamphlet.

They spoke ill of my sister.

What did they say?

They said that because Jane was a
murderer.

And she took her own life, that now
she's in the eternal flames of hell.

That was a cruel thing to say.

What did they do?

I was so angry I struck one of them.

They ran away.

I can understand why they felt such
anger.

But violence rarely brings peace.

I know.

I cannot bear it.

It's hard enough knowing I'll never see
her again.

Of her suffering, burning forever.

Just because I said it doesn't make it
so.

You said it's in the Bible.

The Bible speaks many things.

But not all who read it understand the
full measure of God's mercy.

Perhaps you should speak to Roger on the
matter.

He's learned in such things and shall
soon be ordained.

I believe you may offer me wisdom.

Pardon the intrusion, Uncle John.

What is it?

I found this letter outside addressed to
you.

Thank you.

I hoped it might be a reply from
William.

I don't think so.

My dear Lord John, I have located the
whereabouts of our mutual acquaintance.

Please come to my solicitor's office in
three days' time and I will have more

information.

Your obedient servant, Percy Beauchamp.

Hold out!

Skirmish line allows us to maintain
contact with the enemy and observe their

position without revealing our own.

Well done, Tom.

Spread out a bit there.

In combat, hold the line and don't
engage any targets until they engage

you. Your job is to test them.

Make them reveal their true strength.

Before they're ready, then report back
to me.

Comrades, fall back.

Did he?

Not exactly British regulars, are they?

No.

They do have potential.

They seem willing, even eager, to follow
orders.

A beautiful day when the sun is shining
in the woods.

And all is right with creation.

But the real question is, will they
follow orders in the smoke and fire of

battle? Mr. Fraser!

Mr. Whittaker.

See you brought friends.

As have you.

Aye.

May I introduce William Ransom. William,
this is Mr. Helen Whittaker.

Your servant, sir.

Somehow I doubt that.

What brings you here, Mr. Whittaker?

Ferguson's growing bolder.

He burned down an entire settlement of
free men when they refused to be pressed

into service.

We heard he was planning to come for us,
so we fled and hid our families deeper

into the mountains.

Sorry to hear that.

How can I help?

We're here to help you.

My men and I would like to join your
militia.

We'll fight with you.

If you'll have us.

Gladly, sir.

Gladly.

I'll introduce you to the truth.

If you'll excuse me.

Hunting.

We should go hunting.

In the forest.

Obviously in the forest.

But together, you and I.

If you have the time and the inclination
for hunting in the forest.

I don't know why I keep saying forest.

We'd...

Tomorrow morning, Peter.

Yes. Excellent.

Tomorrow morning.

I'll see you then.

In the forest.

Be thou my wisdom, be thou my true word.

I ever with thee and thou with me, Lord.

Thou my great father and I thy dear son.

Thou in me dwelling and I with thee one.

I'm trying to pick a hymn for my
ordination ceremony.

What do you think?

I don't know that one.

Thou my great father and I thy dear son.

Perhaps God is a great father to his
sons, but I don't think he cares about

daughters.

What makes you say that?

Will you be different once you're
ordained?

Well, my role will be different.

You've seen Mr Fraser ride out with his
men when they're training together.

He raises his sword as a signal.

To everyone that he's the leader, so he
doesn't have to stop and explain

himself.

Well, folk will know that I'm a leader
too, because being ordained is my sword.

But instead of leading people into
battle, I'll be leading them into God's

hands.

Does that make sense?

Yes.

But I think they should give you a real
sword too.

You might still need one just in case,
whether God likes it or not.

Is there something else on your mind,
Fanny?

No.

Well, I'll be glad to see what you think
of the ceremony.

Lord, bless the blood and flesh of this
creature you gave me.

Your sacrifice of flesh and blood, life
given for life.

All

right,

lad.

Expecting me to...

The rest of the creature.

I want to apologize for what I said at
the river.

Then give us another thought.

On the contrary.

I've given it a great deal of thought,
and... The accusation was not only

untrue.

It was malicious in intent, beneath us
both.

Do you accept my apology?

We need never speak of it again.

At Hellwater, when I was a boy, I looked
up to you.

Mac, the groom.

The man who never treated me like a
child.

Even when he secretly made me a stinking
paper.

You were the one person in my life I
wanted to emulate when I grew up.

I worshipped you like a hero.

As only a young boy truly can.

I loved you.

And you left Hellwater.

Left me.

And as you rode away, you never even
looked back.

I am your son.

I didn't know it then, but you did.

How could you leave me?

I loved you too.

I had nothing to give you.

No name, no money, no land.

Sir Jacobite.

The traitor.

Distrusted and hated by every man who
kept his oath to the king.

But I made those choices.

I was prepared to live with the
consequences. But you?

Much as I wanted to cry out the truth to
all the angels in heaven.

I can't hear you to be condemned to a
life of pain.

So, did what I thought best.

I left.

And boy, did not dare look back lest the
sight of your face shatter my

resolve.

I regretted it for years.

But then you came to Fraser's Ridge,
John.

I saw the man you'd become.

Again, the pain caused you to discover
the truth in the manner in which it

was revealed.

I'm deeply sorry.

And I hope you can forgive me.

Be Thou my wisdom Be Thou my truth

It's all well, Fanny.

Why didn't you stay at the ceremony?

Sorry, Mr. McKenzie.

I wish I could have.

But I can't stand being in a place where
my sister isn't welcome.

Good afternoon.

Unlike God, I am very welcoming.

You mean because of what your sister
did?

And how she died?

Jane committed the murder.

Then murdered herself.

Both mortal sins.

So... She's in hell now.

Not sure if that's true, Fanny. The
Bible says so, doesn't it?

Those are the rules.

That's why I like plants.

They can't sin. They just live and die.

There's no eternal soul to worry about.

Different denominations have different
beliefs.

The Presbyterians, for instance, don't
necessarily believe that suicide is a

sin. Catholics do.

Well, the Church has been known to
change its position on a number of

Because the Church is made up of people.

Some of these rules were put in place by
man, not by God.

2 Corinthians 6, verse 16 says, Ye are
the temple.

Of the living God.

To see we are his church.

Oh.

Do you think Jane is with God then?

Now that you're a reverend, can you ask
him for me?

You don't need to be mad to do that,
Fanny.

So... Maybe you could ask him that
yourself.

Talk to him.

Let him know how you feel.

God is always knocking on our door, but
it's up to you whether or not you let

him in.

But I think it's helpful to be open to
the idea of the conversation.

Can you do that?

I can do that.

You know, my...

Wise wife said to me just recently,
sometimes all you need is a bit of time.

But maybe she was talking about the
herb.

Mr

McKenzie.

He's a funny man.

But he's nice.

She gave me hope I'll see you again.

If you can hear me, Janie, please send
me a sign.

I have indeed.

Don't keep me in suspense.

Where is the black -hearted scum?

You needn't look far.

Good to see you.

What history had written about Jaime's
fate haunted me. I found myself

for any crack through which hope might
seep.

You're not coming back, are you? We need
no longer fear.

Please, don't go.

The only way to truly protect you is to
faint.

You can't win a war that has already
been lost.

What more can I do?

Riser!

The time has come.