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[Ellen] Previously...

[dramatic music plays]

Where is he?

So you're Lovat's wife, then?

I'll take ye back to yer husband.

[Julia] I must find a way to summon Maisri

without Lovat finding out.

Do you think she might know anything about the stones?

More than likely, aye.

I want to be wanted.

- Ellen. - [breathes sharply]

[Maura] Promise me, when the war is over,

he will have the funeral he deserves.

[Murtagh] There are MacKenzie men out in the woods.

[Ellen] They're looking for me, not you.

They'll take me back to Leoch.

- Did you miss me, brother? - [slap]

[Ned] Angus, Rupert.

It was Angus that made me do it.

[Seema] I thought after we lay together,

you felt better.

Terrible mistake.

Where am I?

[Dr. Perryman] The Inverness Lunatic Asylum.

I am Reverend Wakefield's housekeeper, Mrs. Graham.

[whispering] I believe you came through time.

[whispering] Then you'll help me?

[distant church bell tolling]

[Claire giggles]

Claire, my darling,

what did we talk about, about these figurines?

- Hmm? - [Claire] Not to touch.

[Uncle Lamb] That's right. They're very old.

You know, if you can't be careful with these,

we might have to reconsider our trip.

That boarding school's still holding a place for you.

[Claire] I will be careful, I promise.

Good girl.

Why don't you visit the loo before our journey?

It's a long drive to the docks.

[footsteps departing]

[door opens]

This week's papers from Inverness.

She asked about them again last night.

"When are Mummy and Daddy coming home?"

I know. I heard.

She's adjusting.

Or not giving up...

because I won't.

How much longer do I let her hope?

- You're doing this for her. - [Uncle Lamb] Am I?

Or am I just making it worse?

It's enough.

She needs to move forward, not live in limbo.

I need to as well.

They're better suited for packing material, Firouz.

Are you certain, sir?

When is anyone certain about raising a child?

[horn honks outside]

Ah, that'll be the luggage loaded.

[Uncle Lamb] Mm-hmm.

[soft music plays]

I'm ready, Uncle Lamb.

[Uncle Lamb] Wait.

We can't forget Floppy, can we?

[Claire] Floppy!

Can you imagine sailing all the way to the Middle East

only to turn back for a stuffed rabbit?

I suspect you'd do exactly that.

I suspect I would.

♪

Claire, come along.

♪

[Henry] And that was when I lost her.

She was there one minute,

- and then- and then- - [Mrs. Graham] Yes.

You've told me.

You found her again, though, didn't you?

Did I tell you that already?

[Mrs. Graham] It's all right, Mr. Grant.

The old folk always said,

those who traffic with the Fair Folk

come back touched.

They remember only what the stones allow.

Well, I wish I could blame the faeries for that.

I really do, but the treatment here...

It sounds unpleasant, to say the least.

I'm sorry.

No.

No, I'm sorry- letting me go on and on.

I must sound like a proper lunatic.

You're not the first to struggle with the auld ways.

There are many tales of men falling in love with women

from other realms.

No, no, Julia is mortal.

She's flesh and blood,

and we both come from this time.

Can you remember anything else from that day...

any other detail?

When I try to remember...

that very last moment at the stones...

Julia's there, but...

she's not alone.

There's a...

a small figure with her.

There's a...

is it a child?

When I try to reach for it, it just vanishes like smoke.

I don't know.

Perhaps I've tired you with all my questions.

No, no, this is helpful.

It helps me make sense of it all.

Have some more tea.

M-my Julia used to say,

"A drop of tea and a slice of cake

is the answer to any problem."

A wise woman.

The most intelligent I've ever known.

But I fear she's wrong about that.

Nonsense.

[Henry] You know, in the war...

I knew men who lost limbs.

They'd wake, and they'd reach for an arm that wasn't there...

or feel a missing leg itch.

The body remembers what the mind can't accept is gone.

That's what this is like.

I wake every morning knowing that something is missing.

Yesterday it was words.

Today, it's...

it's this empty place...

...where something precious should be.

[crying] What if tomorrow I wake

and I can't remember her face?

What if I can't remember her name?

No, Mr. Grant.

Listen to me.

That grief you're drowning in...

that's how you'll lose her for good.

Think of Julia.

Truly think of her.

Not what you've lost, but who she is...

your love for her.

The stones answer the heart's true call.

Let your love be what guides you back to her.

There are certain times when the veil grows thin.

Samhain is coming-

All Hallows' Eve.

Some say the stones are more receptive then.

No, I don't think there's anything special

about the day I traveled.

Some stories speak of blood sacrifices

or gemstones, rituals, and dances.

I suppose I must have been...

must have been bleeding when I came through.

Dances...

[dramatic music playing]

♪

Oh, you read tea leaves?

Just as my grandmother did

and as hers did before her.

The wee leaves in the tea dust form a clear line here...

representing a journey.

The line breaks,

but it continues on the opposite side of the cup

in a ring.

Perhaps you'll return.

♪

[scoffs]

I hope you're right.

[dramatic music plays]

♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪

[cane tapping on floor]

[breathing shakily]

[door slams closed]

Praying for forgiveness?

I've no sin to confess.

Ye jilted Malcolm Grant...

near brought the wrath of his kin down on us.

Dougal had to wed Maura Grant to make amends.

I had every intention of marrying Malcolm...

until I learned you had sent men

to kill Brian.

And who told ye that lie?

Brian himself.

I wondered why the Gallowglass never came for their coin.

[Ellen] Mm.

They never will.

You swore...

that no harm would come to him.

From the day I made that promise,

aye.

That's a fine trick...

making promises you'd already broken.

- And you, a MacKenzie... - [door creaks open]

...throwing your lot in with a bastard Fraser.

Why waste breath?

There are simpler ways to teach her sense--

You come any closer, and I swear by the cross,

I will see your blood spilled first.

- Enough! - [Colum] Leave it!

She'll answer for herself.

The Gallowglass failed.

Fraser lives.

[scoffs]

And where is your brave hero now, hmm?

Cowering in some hole?

I need no man to shield me.

I came of my own will

to keep this clan from ruin.

- "Ruin"? - [Ellen] Aye.

If he leads you into rebellion and you lose,

the Crown will strip this land to the stone.

[tense music playing]

♪

- Put Leoch into my keeping. - [scoffs]

If you can't hold your brother in check,

you'll need a safeguard.

I bear no treasonous claim-

a woman,

unwed,

a MacKenzie still.

She's right.

The Crown would have no cause.

You trust her after all she has done?

Say what you will of her choices, but...

she's MacKenzie born,

and she'll uphold your father's legacy.

Better me than see all of this taken by redcoats and lawyers.

Dougal willna drag us into folly.

[Ellen] Have you told him that?

I've no need to whisper my intent.

I will stand with the Jacobites,

as any man of honor should.

You'd wager...

the lives of every soul here

on your vanity?

I will not argue with a coward

who would watch the Highlands ground under an English boot!

[dramatic music playing]

♪

Those men swore to me as War Chieftain,

and they will follow.

[belt clatters to the ground]

Do with her as you will.

♪

[door slams closed]

Well...

- pick it up. - [Colum scoffs]

♪

Or don't you have the stomach for it?

♪

[door closes]

[candlestick clatters]

♪

[horse chuffing]

The laird and his lady will be in your debt.

I ken ye must be much occupied with Samhain drawing near,

but yer skill is needed most urgently.

I am glad to be of service.

Julia is our mistress now.

We must aid her for her own safety...

and that of wee Simon.

[door creaking]

Thank you for coming at such short notice, Maisri.

I am ever at the call of my most faithful patron.

Is the laird not at home?

He's away, raising men for the Jacobite cause.

My husband has entrusted the keeping of house to me.

The mother of the child of prophecy.

It surprises me little to find you in charge here.

We are so grateful for what you saw in our son.

It has given us purpose and...

no small caution.

What is it that you wish of me, milady?

Not long ago, I was taken against my will,

along with my son, to the stones at Craigh na Dun.

A perilous place.

The veil is thin there.

No good ever came of meddling with it.

The laird does not wish to risk

such a thing befalling us again.

I hoped perhaps there was some charm

or working you might set upon this house,

something to guard it.

Aye, such protections can be laid, but...

they come at a premium for the power they require.

You shall be well compensated.

You have my word.

Then allow me to gather what is needed.

We shall begin at once.

[dramatic music playing]

♪

[Lovat] There was a time, aye, not so long past,

when the Fraser name commanded respect,

when I could call out,

and 300 men would stand at my side,

men who remembered their fathers' oaths

and didn't shame their own blood.

Aye, and then you disgraced yerself

wi' Lady Amelia Murray and left us all to bear it.

- [person] Aye. - [person 2] Aye, he did.

And who spread those tales?

Who was eager to see me laid low?

My enemies who seized upon any sin to topple me.

They saw their chance, and they took it.

And that MacKenzie of Fraserdale--

he stepped into what was mine.

A false Fraser in name alone.

You think he cares for this land, for our people?

I am the rightful heir.

[laughter, indistinct chatter]

And if you turn from me now,

well, you spit on your own name!

[Brian] A man has many faults...

and none so many as Simon Fraser, Lord Lovat.

I ken this...

because I'm his bastard son.

Aye.

Bastard born, bastard named.

Yet when I was a lad...

he fed me...

clothed me,

and gave me the Fraser name.

There's no denying he's a proud man...

proud to a fault.

A stubborn man, stubborn past all reason.

A reckless man, reckless enough

to fight for what he believes belongs to him.

But ask yourselves,

who among us is free of fault?

Hmm?

Who among us has never strayed,

never erred, never failed?

- [people murmuring in agreement] - Aye.

What matters is not the failures behind us...

but the purpose before us.

Not the shame of yesterday...

but the honor of tomorrow.

Not the old quarrels,

but the cause that calls us now.

[dramatic music playing]

♪

You call him disgraced.

I call him unbowed.

You call him condemned.

I call him unbroken.

You call him wanting.

Well, I call him present.

Alone, he is but one man.

But together, as one clan,

with one heart, one purpose,

we become a force to be reckoned with.

[people murmur in agreement] Aye.

♪

[Brian] So let them say we're bastards and traitors.

Let them say we're reckless fools.

[all] Aye!

[Brian] Let them say we stand no chance.

- [all] Aye! - Let them say it!

Because we will answer them.

We will answer them on the field...

- [Murtagh] Aye. - Aye!

[Brian] ...with our fire, with our steel.

[all cheering] Aye!

And with our lives, if we must!

Aye!

And when the day is done,

when the banners fall and the smoke clears,

let them look to this place, to this hour,

and say that they were Frasers still!

[all cheering]

[triumphant music plays]

♪

So I can count on you?

[person] Aye. You can count on me.

[Lovat] Brian.

[indistinct conversations]

Look at you--

a narrator, a rabble-rouser,

and perhaps one day a leader of men,

like your father.

[scoffs]

- I spoke the truth. - Ah.

Oh, you did more than that.

You reminded them and me

that I'm still a force to reckon with,

- a man with followers yet. - [Brian] Hmm.

Well, I sang your praises, aye.

- Hmm. - Not for your sake.

I did it so I might live

to look upon Ellen's face once more.

Well, that's the spirit I admire most-

a will to serve your own ends.

You're not so different from me after all.

And that's, well, that's nothing to be ashamed of.

Blood will out...

my boy.

[indistinct chatter]

[Murtagh] Here.

Brian, these men want to meet you.

[Brian] Aye.

- Not had one man turn his back. - Splendid.

The next village will bring even more lads to my banner.

[dramatic music playing]

♪

[Colum] Dougal has no right

to declare for the Jacobite cause.

He bent his knee to me.

[Ned] Aye, and you to him.

Throwing our lot in with the rebellion is damned folly.

Scots canna agree if it's raining or no'.

That's why we failed ourselves time and again.

Aye, you'll find no argument from me.

Ellen's proposal

could be the one course that spares the clan from ruin,

whichever side prevails.

You truly believe it will hold?

[Ned Gowan] I do.

She didn't walk back through these doors empty-handed.

She's clever.

She's learned well enough from your father's dealings.

He once settled parcels in his sisters' names

to guard them from seizure,

though none were unwed at the time.

I didn't propose the notion myself,

partly because there's scant precedent...

Partly because of how things stood

between the two of you.

But...

in the eyes of Crown law,

the arrangement should stand if pressed.

[dramatic music playing]

♪

She is her father's daughter.

[scoffs]

♪

I've agreed to put the deed in yer name.

But I have one condition before it's done.

Aye. I'd expect no less of you.

You'll swear not to wed...

while the land is yours to hold.

Should you take a husband...

the land returns to Colum.

I'll no' see it pass into another clan's hands.

I'd sooner see the land swallowed by the sea

than given over to the Crown or to strangers.

♪

You have my word.

Da would rise from his grave...

and strike ye down

before he'd suffer a Fraser to take Leoch,

even if marrying one meant making an honest woman of you.

You're fond of calling me ruined.

You seem to forget...

I proved my virtue to this house once already.

Do you not recall that day,

when the priest and physician came to judge my worth?

Pity for you that your schemes thereafter failed

and fail you still.

Aye.

Well, a bettor could lose his fortune

laying wagers on you now.

This contract-

it leaves nothing to chance.

♪

Sign.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music playing]

♪

Is this where we intend to make camp for the night?

You may stay where you wish.

I must return to Leathers.

Continue to gather men in my name.

Remind them of what once was...

and what will be.

I'll meet you on the road to Inverness.

[lively folk music playing]

♪

[Maisri] It may lend the charm more strength

if you set it by your own hand.

When you said the stones at Craigh na Dun

were not to be trifled with,

what did you mean?

The stone circle is a place of old powers.

There are few who can command them.

The man who took me...

he vanished there.

He tried to drag me through, forced my hand upon the stone,

but nothing came of it.

For my own peace,

I must know how it works...

[ominous music plays]

...should he come again.

Ye want to ken if he would find success

upon a second attempt...

if ye hold the gift within ye

to move between the veil?

Yes. Yes, that's the heart of it.

[dramatic music playing]

♪

Fear not.

The gift is not in ye.

- Are you certain? - [Maisri] Aye.

Even at Samhain, when the veil lies thin as gauze,

ye wouldna be able to pass through.

- [footsteps approaching] - [Davina] Mistress.

The laird has returned.

[Julia gasps]

[doors open]

♪

You summoned the seer without my consent.

The moment you left, I...

I felt this fear that I- I couldn't...

[sighs]

What if the Grant rogue returns?

What if he comes for Simon?

I knew that Maisri

would ward off any wickedness.

Maisri has a rare gift.

When your title's restored,

we must see that we remember her.

[Lovat] Perhaps your visit comes at a fair hour, Maisri.

I'm minded to ask-

at Beltane, you saw me triumphant

beyond a field of thorns.

Is it this rising that you foresaw?

Aye.

No vision could be clearer.

[Lovat] And my son?

Shall this victory lay a path to his crown?

Let me cast my bones.

Maura.

It's Mistress Dougal MacKenzie now.

You've no congratulations for me, then?

I was very sorry to hear of your brother's passing.

"Sorry"? [chuckles]

[inhales deeply]

It's a tidy word, that.

[tense music playing]

My brother was a man of deep feeling.

♪

Once he set his heart upon something,

someone...

♪

...he couldna turn it loose.

♪

You ken well enough what that kind of sorrow

can drive a man to.

I won't ask your forgiveness...

but I hope time will ease your anger.

Hmm.

♪

I doubt it will.

Some wounds

are better left open...

♪

...so you never forget how they were made.

♪

[bones clatter on floor]

A rose...

red as embers...

and one white as snow.

One will bear the brighter crown

for a babe in arms with...

two mothers and...

fathers three.

"Two mothers"?

What riddle is that?

What, his own mother and- and Mother Mary?

The Trinity for fathers three.

Look, speak plain.

[dramatic music playing]

Do you name him a Catholic king?

The thorns in the field.

♪

Atop them...

white roses-

among them, a russet coat-

and with cunning air, we find the fox.

He's left his lair.

Yes. Yes, go on.

[Maisri] Your son's name.

Not yet regal, but mark me.

If he stands the last of your line...

...he shall one day be a king.

♪

You have given me cause to ponder.

♪

Balloch will see you home.

Safely.

[Maisri] I am glad to serve you, milord.

[Lovat] This was wisely done.

Yet next time,

no guests beneath my roof without my say.

[Maisri] Milady?

I have a ward to protect your son's cradle.

May I leave it wi' ye?

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

[Maisri] Weave this into your son's cradle come Samhain.

It will turn away all ill will,

save for the blackest malice wrought with intent.

You have my thanks.

As for the wee lass with the dark curls,

she is not alone.

There is a father's heart watching over her.

She is safe,

though in a land you cannot reach.

[soft music playing]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs deeply]

[decanter thuds]

[latch clicks]

[door creaking]

You've a bold manner,

bursting in where you not wanted.

Spare me your temper.

Has he been here-

the Grant bladier?

Not since last you came asking.

Why?

He seized a woman,

carried her to Craigh na Dun,

claimed she was his wife.

Julia?

[Arch Bug] He spoke of her to you?

Now and again.

I take no account of men's ramblings.

Well, she's no wife of his.

She belongs to Simon Fraser.

And your Grant man has vanished again

into the heather of God knows where.

- And he left her there? - He had little choice.

But if he comes slinking back, I mean to know of it.

Then you may keep watch yourself.

I have my own affairs.

[Arch Bug] Well...

your affairs have changed.

I bought out your bond from the mistress of this place.

You'll come wi' me now.

To what end?

[Arch Bug] You will be my eyes and ears,

and you'll speak when I bid you.

♪

[person speaking indistinctly]

[footsteps approaching]

[Mrs. Graham] Good morning, Henry.

[Henry] Mrs. Graham.

Samhain is here.

The veil is at its thinnest.

Reverend Wakefield usually forgives

my pagan proclivities on All Hallows' Eve,

so I hope what I'm about to do next will be forgiven too.

[chuckles] And what's that?

Help you to the other side.

What you said about your wife moved me.

I think you can always rely on the good Lord above

and Julia, your North Star, to guide you.

So...

♪

...one guise for now, the other for later.

Something else you may need...

...a gemstone with a sharp end.

♪

If you're not careful, you might cut yourself.

How can I ever repay you?

Go with God.

♪

[sighs]

♪

[dramatic music playing]

♪

[Brian] I ken well yer strife

and the hardships you face, my friends,

for I share them.

Join us.

♪

Think of your clan, your kin.

We need not be downtrodden.

♪

Not only for the good of our clansmen...

...swords hunger!

Our mothers' hearts beat...

I say death to the Hanoverian leader.

If ye want to reverse yer fortunes, ye'll listen to him

and fight for what's yours.

[Brian] ...for the day that their men will come home

and say that they fought with honor

to defend what is rightfully ours!

[cheering]

♪

[Brian] All being well, we'll return by sundown.

If we dinna return--

Then you march in after us and slaughter the bastards.

If we dinna return,

take the road to Inverness.

Find Lovat.

♪

Come.

[Murtagh] Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser.

What's that you're mumbling?

Just drafting my own headstone.

"Here lies Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser-

"bold as brass.

Couldna mind his wits or save his arse."

[chuckles]

And yet you came along.

Aye, it seemed a fine notion

when we were surrounded by men...

[dog barking]

...less so now it's just the two of us walking in.

[barking]

Well, if it eases ye...

I'll go myself.

But I have to see her...

make sure she's safe...

she hasna suffered because of me.

Aye, well, if this goes poorly...

we'll only need the one headstone for both of us.

[dramatic music playing]

♪

Alec.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

[person] Oh, a happy All Hallow's Eve.

[lively music playing]

- Got it - Ugh, lucky.

[laughter]

[person] Ah, may the coming winter

find you warm and well fed.

It does my heart good to have ye home again, lass.

Though I'd be lying if I said I didna worry for ye.

If ever there was a woman with her wits about her,

'tis our Ellen.

♪

[Dougal] Our numbers increase with each coming day.

I am encouraged.

Ewen Cameron of Lochiel

has sworn his strength to the cause.

We'll not want for swords at Perth.

Aye, we have the better lot, John.

Aye.

- Steeped in Rosemary, mistress. - [Jocasta] Thank you, Grace.

Though I confess, uh...

it weighs heavy to leave my wife behind.

Think ye can keep a castle full of women

from running amok, brother?

I'll manage well enough.

My place is here, beside Letitia...

and our heir.

[dramatic music playing]

Mm, a blessing indeed.

Ye must be delighted beyond belief.

Aye.

Our prayers have been answered.

[Jocasta] The first wee MacKenzie.

[Maura] A nephew at long last.

[Letitia] Thank heavens.

And where d'ye think ye're bound, then?

We're coming wi' ye.

Da said we're near old enough to stand our ground.

Aye, it's true. And we'll fight if we must, eh?

Fight, is it, huh?

Takes courage to say so out loud.

I have no doubt ye would.

[Rupert] I could. We both could.

Aye, and I have my sling. See?

[scoffs] Hear me.

[breathes deeply]

No man serves his clan by running from his duty, hmm?

And sometimes that duty is no' the glory of the field.

Who will keep our hearths warm,

guard the glen,

see your mothers safe until your fathers return?

So can I trust ye to stand watch for us?

- Aye. - Aye.

Then dinna fash.

I'll bring 'em home, hale and whole.

That, I swear.

- [person] Come on, lads. - [person] Dougal.

♪

[Janet] It's not only the men war takes.

It hollows out what's left-

wives, mothers...

children who will never understand the cost.

♪

[laughter]

[lively music playing]

♪

How fitting.

'Tis Samhain...

a night when the dead

walk among us.

[Brian] Hmm.

Ye're fortunate she stands unharmed.

Had I found her injured...

...ye'd be the one in the grave.

Fraser bastard.

[grunts]

[crowd murmuring]

[people grunting]

♪

[blows landing]

[overlapping shouts, cheers]

[person] Damn wretched Fraser bastard!

[grunting]

[crowd shouting]

[both breathing heavily]

[grunting]

[person] Get him, Dougal!

[crowd shouting, cheering]

[breathing heavily]

You think you can stride in here, huh?

Threaten my brother, strike me, and walk out?

I dinna intend to walk out till I've done what I came for.

Maybe we save what strength we have...

for the field that awaits us both.

I have 100 men nearby

ready to swear to the Jacobite cause.

[panting]

[Alec] Aye.

He's not lying.

[scoffs]

And ye pledge yerself and these men to me?

I swear it.

Then you have my mercy

for today.

[all] Aye.

[dramatic music plays]

♪

I didna think ye had it in ye

to hold back when yer blood was up.

I could have snapped his spine like a twig,

- if I'd had the mind. - [Maura] Aye.

But it will taste all the sweeter

when the reckoning comes.

[Dougal grunts, clears throat]

[sighs]

♪

Come, before I think better of it.

- [squeals] - [Dougal laughs]

[upbeat music plays]

You're War Chieftain, Dougal MacKenzie.

And if you keep using...

your head as well as your sword,

it may lead to something greater still.

There is only one thing

I have the mind to do this night,

and that is planting an heir in you.

[both moaning]

[desk scraping, dishes rattle]

♪

Goodness, gracious me.

Oh, you're a wanton rogue, Dougal MacKenzie.

[both breathing heavily]

Oh.

Mistress MacKenzie,

what a pleasant surprise.

♪

[both laughing]

[Mrs. Fitz] Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser...

I ought to let ye bleed awhile...

- Ah! - ...to remind you what comes

of dragging that Fraser into this house.

Getting blood on my floors, and for what?

To prove ye've more loyalty than sense?

Here, you hold it.

I've salve to fetch.

Grace, lass.

Keep an eye on him.

If you look away a heartbeat, he'll be off

and bleed himself hollow

or, worse, drip a blood trail through my corridors.

I have enough to scrub as it is.

Auntie.

I have no intention of fleeing.

Good.

Then my work is easy.

[Murtagh sighs]

Have we met before this day?

[Grace] No, sir.

I've not long been in this house.

Grace, in service to Mistress Cameron.

Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser.

[groans softly]

Does it pain you?

Mm, only my pride.

[chuckles]

[Grace] And are you always so quick to fight

on another's behalf?

[soft music playing]

♪

When the cause is just...

or the friend worth the bruises.

♪

Ow. [chuckles]

My mother used to say that a wound heals quick

if the man it belongs to sits still long enough.

Mm.

This one may linger.

Try anyway,

for Mistress Fitz's floors, if nothing else.

Aye.

I'll try.

Grace, dear, fetch my shawl.

There's a draft here that would chill any soul.

I'll see to Mr. Fraser.

I hope your wounds mend cleanly.

[Jocasta] It's a thing folk forget in all their hurry.

A wound needs tending...

or it'll never heal, just deepen and sour.

[footsteps approaching]

[Mrs. Fitz] Mistress Cameron...

if it pleases ye, I'll see to the rest.

As you wish.

[dramatic music playing]

♪

Take care tonight, Reverend.

There are ghouls about.

♪

[Davina] I thought you took Maisri for a peddler of tales.

[Julia] So did I.

Before she left, she spoke about my daughter again.

Said she wasn't alone.

Maybe she's with her father.

[Julia winces] Damn.

[breathes deeply, sniffles]

[sighs]

I so want to believe it, Davina,

that Henry's found her...

that she's safe.

[dramatic music plays]

But if they are...

what does that mean for me?

That the veil is closed to me for good?

That I'll never see them again?

Maybe the stones will open once more.

Or maybe they'll come to you in their own time.

No.

♪

No, if they have peace,

I would not tear them from it.

[sighs]

Better they stay where this world can't touch them.

♪

My Lord.

[Lovat] You'll be pleased to hear

the Grants have seen their error.

They've sent a gift to make amends,

one that will serve us all handsomely...

♪

...a new scullery maid.

[Seema] Seema, milady.

♪

Welcome, Seema.

♪

Come to see if the wound-

or if I am behaving myself?

[chuckles] Both.

And to give you this.

Mistress Fitz said

a full belly might help the wound close faster.

- Mm. - Keep your brains in your head

so you don't go doing anything foolish.

[chuckles]

My thanks.

My auntie means well,

even when she'd rather slap sense into me.

I've gathered as much.

She's been kind to me, for all her grumbling.

Hmm. How long have you served the Camerons?

Six months.

London before that.

It still feels as if I've landed

in a different country entirely.

Ah.

Well, you have.

[chuckles]

But you're faring well enough,

from what I can see.

I try.

My father's debts didn't give me much say.

[soft music playing]

I don't have much say either.

I ride north tomorrow.

The rumors are true, then,

about what's starting?

[Murtagh] Aye.

Men talk loud when war is in the air, but...

talk or no, someone has to go.

Well, then I hope you keep your head down...

- at least until that one heals. - Mm.

I'll mind it as best I can.

♪

And if I pass back through Leoch...

I'll bring the basket back.

My auntie will skin me alive if I dinna.

She said as much.

[chuckles] So you'd better return it.

♪

Safe keeping, Grace.

And you, Mr. Fraser.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music plays]

♪

[Ellen giggles]

[Brian] Hmm.

I told ye once I'd bargain wi' the Devil himself

to have more of ye.

[sighs] I still would.

I'd sell my soul for this.

I'd not have you pay so dear a price...

though perhaps I've made my own...

with Colum.

He can be worse than any devil.

Say the word, mo nighean ruadh.

I'll do whatever must be done to free ye of it.

[Ellen] No, I gave my word.

We can't marry until the rebellion has ended.

♪

[scoffs]

You were meant to be mine, Ellen MacKenzie.

I'll have you yet...

♪

...if it means waiting till my dying day.

♪

- [horse neighs] - [man coughs]

I have eyes only for the beasts.

[soft music playing]

♪

But best you mind the hour.

[both laughing]

[Brian clears throat]

♪

- What's this? - Chestnuts.

Samhain charm.

♪

One for you.

♪

One for me.

If they burn side by side,

our marriage will be blessed.

And if they spit and...

fly apart?

Then it means strife between us...

a love that cannot hold.

♪

But they will not.

♪

Come back to me.

♪

♪

♪

[seagulls calling]

[children] Nailed it.