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Previously...

God willing, I'll see you soon.

I love you all.

I'm very sorry to tell you that Ben is dead.

Ben.

There was a massacre.

The Mohawk leader, Joseph Brant,

led a raid on a rebel town.

The Continentals retaliated.

Marched along the Susquehanna River.

Is that not where Shadow Lake lies, with thy former wife?

Wahionhaweh and Swiftest of Lizards...

I need to know what happened to them.

Oggy and I will come with thee.

There's a redcoat officer named Ferguson.

I know about him.

Cunningham means to attack you,

and take you to him.

Will he live?

I think so, but he might not be able to walk.

Aah!

- I didn't think you'd come. - We should talk.

Send for the devil, the devil appears.

Good morning, Captain.

I couldn't tell you what time of day it is,

but "good" it most certainly is not.

Fortunately, for you,

you've lived to see another day.

I never doubted I would.

With or without your help,

it's not my time.

What's that awful smell?

Loss of bowel and bladder control

is to be expected with your type of injury.

I need to get up.

What did you do to me?

I removed the musket ball from your back,

but it had done quite a lot of damage.

I take it you still have no sensation in your legs?

No.

I'll get some clean linen.

My Charlie.

Tell me what must be done.

Have you seen anyone in this condition before?

Yes.

It's extremely unlikely...

that you'll ever walk again.

I...

I'll never walk?

But you'll continue to have the use

of your arms and upper body.

But beyond that...

only time will tell.

It usually does.

And we rode as if there were devils at our backs.

Managed to cut the men from the 96 off

right at the border of the Ridge--

twenty or so of them.

A skirmish broke out--

nothing we couldn't handle, of course.

Was it, Mr. Cleveland?

No. I don't like to brag...

but since dead men tell no tales...

They've all been killed?

You have nothing to fear from them any longer.

Let's put it that way.

Take heart.

A bit of Loyalist blood is good for the soil.

It appears you took no pleasure whatsoever in the fight.

Well, there's sport in it.

I won't lie.

I warned you...

to make an example

out of those gunrunning sons of bitches.

Aye, you did.

We heard you caught Cunningham, brought him here.

He still alive?

For now.

Well, I hope you make the most of it.

Make a show of him.

String him up,

and no one will ever cross you again.

I have it in hand, Mr. Cleveland.

Considering how you spoke to me when last we met,

I had half a mind to sit back

and watch you dangle from the end of a rope.

But here we are.

You owe me, Mr. Fraser.

Aye.

It's your own fault.

You knew his help would come with a price.

You have my word.

Well...

what do you have to say for yourself, then, Captain?

Where are my men?

They're alive, if that's what you're wondering,

waiting on me to decide their fate.

You had your wife save me,

so that you could have the cruel pleasure

of seeing me put to death.

Is that it?

Are you going to kill me?

Not sure I can kill you.

Then you believe what I said--

that I will not go home to the Lord

for five more years?

No.

It's only, my wife won't allow me to harm you

while you're still in her care.

And how long will that be?

Perhaps you should just have your revenge now.

I'm not dead.

But I may as well be.

I'm not sure I can stand it,

knowing the day is coming,

unable to change my stars.

I've always been able-bodied...

a soldier.

I imagined perhaps...

I would be slain in battle.

Aye.

More honor in that.

But you have made your bed, Captain.

So now you must lie in it.

You will remain in my custody here

until I can determine a more appropriate fate for you.

♪ 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 ♪

I know this place...

this river.

Well, perhaps it is fairer to say that this place knows thee.

I can envision thee hunting, camping,

and feasting here...

with the other men.

Killed my first wolverine with a bow and arrow

just a stone's throw from here.

I was born at Shadow Lake...

born a second time, I mean.

Died a death there, too.

Thee forgot to say "married."

We'll stay here tonight.

I'll start to prepare the camp.

I know thee loved Emily.

Don't be afraid to speak of her,

especially in these circumstances.

If she's beautiful...

you may say so.

She was beautiful.

Aye.

I think of her now and then...

not often.

Why should thee not think of her?

She was the mother of thy children...

a woman who shared thy bed,

thy body...

and a good bit of thy soul, did she not?

But our souls weren't meant to be one.

I wonder if hers is...

still with us.

I'm so sorry.

Oh.

Oh.

My wee Oggy.

What does that mean?

It's Mohawk for "I love you."

"I'm sorry.

"I didn't mean to be here,

"but I have the strongest feeling

that here is where I'm supposed to be."

"Whom shall I send? Send me"?

Jesus Christ. What is this?

It's hard to explain.

When Francis Marion refused to help with the guns,

I felt...

so defeated.

We'd come all this way.

But when I looked around at the men, I felt...

I was overcome...

with a- with a sense of purpose,

of- of renewed conviction.

You couldn't leave them.

No, not like that...

...desperate and dying in a godforsaken place.

And I- I mean that

in the truest sense of the word.

The gunfire...

the cannons...

it reminded me of going through the stones, actually--

that fear of being torn apart,

of something pulling at you.

You feel your skull will fly to--

Don't, Roger, please.

I- I don't want to know how close you came to death.

My heart can't take it.

It's all right.

I promise.

But I need to tell you, if that's okay...

...because it made me realize something.

I want to be ordained.

But you had so many doubts.

Aye, I know.

There was a loud blast

near the end of the battle...

close to me, a cannon blast.

Sent me flying.

But I remembered the sensation of falling

just for a split second as a boy...

...and being caught by my father.

It was the night my mother died.

I never understood how I got out alive.

We'd gone to shelter in the London Underground,

and it was bombed.

But...

she tossed me from the stairs as they collapsed, and...

he- he caught me.

I don't know how, but he was there.

I think...

Think I saved my father

when I sent him through the stones,

and he saved me.

We were always a part of history, Bree...

even if we didn't know it yet.

We didn't change God's plan.

We were always part of it.

So I know now.

I know that I've been called to do the Lord's work...

...called to be here.

Well, if you're certain,

and I think you are,

it sounds like a good plan to me.

Come here.

You know I worship you.

If you're wondering, Lord...

who to send for Roger's sake...

...send me.

I deserved that, I suppose.

Bleeker.

Ralph Bleeker.

It's pronounced "Rafe."

And it's "General Bleeker" to you, sir.

You're a damned coward.

You couldn't just change your coat and be straight about it.

No, you had to pretend to be dead,

kill your whole family with grief.

Think about it, Willie.

Which would my father prefer--

that I was dead

or that I'd joined the Continental Army?

That would bloody kill him.

Or he'd kill you.

So...

what was it?

Rank, General Bleeker?

Can't have been money.

Heard of a man called Thomas Paine?

He's a writer, was employed by His Majesty's Board of Excise

but was dismissed and started thinking about politics.

As one does when unemployed, I suppose.

I met him in a tavern in Philadelphia.

I thought he was interesting--

intense, I suppose you'd say.

Then when I was taken prisoner,

I had occasion to read his pamphlet.

It's called Common Sense.

And it is common sense, damn it.

I became convinced that the Americans were in the right,

and I couldn't in conscience fight

on the side of tyranny any longer.

You arrogant prick.

You've smeared your whole family with excrement.

That's why I changed my name and had word sent that I died,

for God's sake.

Even went so far as to have a grave marked with my name,

should anyone come looking.

Well, someone did.

I did, you bloody fool.

I dug up that grave in the middle of the night.

And you weren't in it...

though now I wish to God you had been.

You're proving my point remarkably well, William.

But what about your wife, when she finds out?

You know, then?

So Uncle John did let her stay with him.

Well, look, it's...

it's actually on account of her that I, uh...

What?

Tell me.

It was her idea I pretend I was dead.

I don't believe you.

She wanted me to do it,

not just for her or my father's sake...

but for Trevor's.

Your beautiful wife.

How in God's name could you leave Amaranthus?

That's not your damn business.

Why are you so concerned with my wife anyway?

What in the hell have you to do with her?

You want to know what I've had to do with her?

Who do you think has been consoling her,

comforting her in her grief?

An invader, a traitor in our midst.

Take him to the guardhouse.

Ahroniawonrateh.

My friend.

You heard what happened?

It's why I've come...

to go to the village,

to learn the fate of Wahionhaweh and our--

and her children.

Do not go there.

Nothing left but ashes.

I'm sorry.

My own village burned to the ground as well.

And the people? Were they able to flee?

Some.

Our scouts learned of the impending attack.

Kaheroton, among others,

rode out to meet the Continentals.

They perished.

But their brave sacrifice allowed time

for others in the villages to escape,

though not all.

And Wahionhaweh and her children?

I do not know,

but there is someone who may be able to tell you.

Can you think of anything I've left out?

No, uh, think that's enough.

Would you really shoot them if they came back?

These men betrayed me,

hunted me like a wild animal across my own land,

all for the sake of what they call, king's justice.

If they come within my sight or my land again,

aye, I will kill them.

Well, I don't think they'd be foolish enough

- to try anything again. - Mm.

Many of our tenants are still deciding which way they'll go.

And they'll be watching me to see, am I weak?

Will I fall?

What about the women and their children?

They shouldn't be punished for their husbands' transgressions.

What will they do without their homes

and their land?

Where will they go?

A good husband would've thought of that,

and a wise one would've listened to his wife.

Well, you can't be sure that they did know about it...

just because you consult with your wife.

Bell, book, and candle.

Ring the bell, close the book,

quench the candle.

The right of excommunication and anathema, Sassenach--

that is what I've done.

"As you have each and all conspired

"and acted to attack and arrest me

"with the desired end of causing my death,

"the contract of tenancy signed between us

"is, as of this date, rendered null and void

in its entirety."

"By such actions as you have undertaken,

"you have broken my trust and betrayed your sworn word.

"Therefore, you are each and all

"hereby evicted from the land you presently occupy,

"dispossessed of your title to said land,

"and are required to depart with your families

from Fraser's Ridge within the space of ten days."

"If you seek to return to Fraser's Ridge,

you'll be shot on sight."

Where's Mr. Crombie?

Something for him.

A letter? Is that all, sir?

I can it to get him if you'd like.

He isnae here.

Hiram!

I, uh...

I regret what happened at Lodge.

Is that supposed to be an apology, Mr. Crombie?

I did what I thought I had to.

I didn't act against you personally.

Oh, aye.

Captain Cunningham had convinced me

it's impossible to fight the King's army and prevail.

'Tis folly to side with the Continentals,

and I'm not the only one to think so.

Does the opinion of your settlers mean so little to you?

It does if they try to stab me in the back.

I was only trying to protect my family.

As am I, Mr. Crombie.

So, I'm sure you'll understand when I tell you

you are no longer welcome here.

The Beardsleys will be taking over the trading post.

As stipulated,

you have ten days to gather your things and go.

If you'll kindly wait here,

the master will be with you shortly.

I thank thee.

A beautiful home.

He was right, he must have a foot in both worlds.

More than a foot, I think.

Joseph Brant has been to London

had an audience with King George.

Thank you for receiving us.

I thank thee also, Friend Thayendanegea.

We are grateful for thy time.

- You are a Quaker? - I am.

Oh, and therefore a peace-talker?

No, but we do come in peace.

This is my wife, Catherine.

Be welcome.

Not a Friend yourself, then, Mr. Murray?

Friendly.

When last we met,

you were with the Continentals.

Is that still the case?

Aye.

Tea--thank goodness.

A rare treat after a long journey.

When I read of the attack on Shadow Lake, I had to come.

I need to know what happened to the people of my clan.

You forfeited the right to that knowledge

when you left and joined the enemy.

I didna leave the Mohawk to join the rebel cause.

I was told to leave.

I didna want to go at all.

But that doesna matter.

I cannae go on

without knowing whether Wahionhaweh

and her children live.

And what does your current wife

have to say about that?

The Spirit has moved him to look for them.

If they are dead,

then tell me...

so that I may mourn.

Need I remind you that it was in fact the Continental Army

who burned the village?

Aye, in retaliation for the brutal massacre

at Cherry Valley, which you participated in.

If the Continentals hadn't launched an assault

on the Iroquois village of Onaquaga in the first place,

I would never have had to--

All who take the sword shall perish by it.

War is an endless perpetuation of violence.

How different things might be if we women were at the helm.

It is a wise man indeed who listens to his wife.

Particularly when he has had two of them.

And both are still living.

Where is she?

I must see her.

You are a guest here

and in no position to make demands.

Perhaps Mr. Murray ought to consider

how his wives might feel about this.

Wahionhaweh is here.

She's- she's here?

Her children, too.

Many of the dispossessed

are sheltering with us before we journey north.

It is a shame that you will not see them.

I respectfully ask that you leave.

Mrs. Crombie.

Might I speak with you, Mr. Fraser?

It appears I have little choice in the matter.

We have come to beg thy mercy, Laird...

not for ourselves but for our bairns.

Please.

Get up, for God's sake.

Your husbands put you up to this?

Our husbands forbade us to come,

said they'd beat us if we stepped a foot out of doors.

But we willna stand for it.

They'd sacrifice us and their bairns

for the sake of their stubborn pride.

So we came anyway.

Your husbands are fools and cowards.

And they'll pay the price for their foolishness.

They ken what they were risking when they cast their lots

with Cunningham.

And that's a- a risk they should never have taken.

I put them out for good cause.

We understand why you banished them.

And we ken even better the kindness

ye've always shown our families.

You repaid my kindness by betraying me.

Our husbands acted without our knowledge...

betrayed us as well.

I'm sorry for ye.

Please...

dinna send us away.

We'll do anything,

whatever you ask of us.

We'll swear an oath

that our husbands will never raise hand nor voice

against you in any matter.

And how exactly do you mean to guarantee

this good behavior?

I suppose your wife could answer that

for you, Mr. Fraser.

We have our ways.

If they refuse to conduct themselves

in a manner befitting honorable men...

surely you can imagine what a wife might do to a husband

who's taken the roof from over her and her children's heads.

I said what I said, and I willna go back.

I cannae honor a tenancy contract

made with the men who would've seen me hanged.

Then it is with heavy hearts and deep sorrow

that we will go.

May God bless ye and yer family, sir.

Sorry, Rachel.

I can see now that all of this has brought you pain.

It was too much to ask.

No.

No, all is well.

It isnae.

Can see it on your face.

I didn't think I'd feel this way.

Heaven knows I tried to put aside my feelings.

I'm a godly woman, after all.

Although thee often puts me on a pedestal...

I am in fact still an ordinary woman--

flesh and blood.

I would never hurt you.

But would thee have left her?

What do you mean?

I have you.

You are everything to me.

But would thee have left her

all those years ago if thee had

had any choice in the matter?

Then it is as I thought...

that thee would be with her still.

Rachel--

I know it is irrational...

but when has love ever been rational?

I prayed that Wahionhaweh would be alive...

not only because I wish her no harm,

but selfishly...

because ghosts have a way of inserting themselves

where they are not wanted.

And a living, breathing wife who has reappeared

would surely take up much more room than any ghost.

I dinna need to see them.

'Tis enough for me to know that they are alive.

We'll go home.

Physician to see you.

How does thee do this morning?

I've done better.

Well, I'm afraid to say

that thy condition is somewhat alarming to me.

Take off thy britches

and bend over the bench, please.

I beg your pardon?

I mean to begin by giving thee a clyster

to settle thy humors.

Must you?

My ass is the only uninjured part of me.

Trust me.

Ah, no, uh, cold water is not the best medium

for the purpose.

Private Chesley,

will you fetch me a bucket of warm water, please?

Very well, sir.

I suppose you're safe in here with him, sir?

Maybe it best you step out here while I fetch the water, sir.

No, there is no danger.

His injuries have weakened him.

However, I'm particularly concerned

about some of his symptoms.

The sooner I can perform this noble act

to purge his backside and cleanse his bowels,

- then I-- - I-I see.

Very good, sir.

He didn't bolt the door.

Should I make a run for it?

No, thee wouldn't get far.

Fear not.

I will insist that thee has signs of smallpox

and will subsequently escort thee to the quarantine

at the edge of camp,

where I think thee might die

as a result of thine illness, sadly.

And I'll be sorry to see thee go.

A fine physician you are.

Oh, well, one less mouth to feed.

I do hope I'll see you again on the other side of all this.

So do I...

God willing.

Henri-Christian.

- Bonjour. - Bonjour.

Ah, who's your wee friend?

My petite grenouille, Pierre.

Papa says there's only room for one frog in the house.

So I'm building him a new home fit for a king.

Though Papa says we don't like those either.

And is your papa home?

He is indeed.

And I have something for you.

It seems to have made its way here

from your comrades in arms.

Oh.

This letter is from Francis Marion.

He still has reservations about Jamie.

But after your actions in battle,

none whatsoever about you.

Then he'll help you?

Says he still needs a few days to arrange it, but...

he'll get us the guns we need.

All right, sweetheart.

Bold of you to return, I must admit.

I do not feel bold.

I feel afraid.

Why?

Because I must beg that thee allow Ian to see Wahionhaweh.

He must.

And you are afraid of this because...

you do not trust him.

I cannot say whether it is him I do not trust or myself.

But that is what I shall find out.

I have burned with a jealousy

I did not know I was capable of.

But I do not wish to be consumed by it.

I'll admit...

I fear Ian's love for Wahionhaweh

and hers for him.

If we were both standing before him now

and each of us in peril...

whose aid would he come to first?

But I cannot prevent him from seeing her...

and, more importantly...

his son by her.

They have a son together?

No one else knows.

And I know Ian wishes to keep it that way

for Wahionhaweh's sake.

Now thee can see why we have traveled so very far.

How can I stand between him and his child?

I risk losing Ian perhaps...

but it is a risk I must take

if I am to stay true to myself

and the woman he fell in love with.

I will revoke the letter of banishment.

But the contracts I made with you, gentlemen,

- as tenants remain void. - What?

From here on, I will address your wives.

Kindly step forward, please, ladies.

Your husbands

will swear their fealty to me

and turn in their weapons, all of them.

How will we hunt?

Where will we get our meat?

As I told you, Mr. Crombie,

the Beardsleys will take charge of the trading post.

Your wives can purchase meat from them.

But--

No one is forcing you to stay here.

'Tis true.

Please, Mr. Fraser,

continue with what you were saying.

I willna have men on my land that may plot against me.

But I will write new contracts between myself

and each of you ladies

for the tenancy of the land.

Mind, this means each of you are responsible for the rents

and other terms of the contract.

And if you want to accept

your husbands' advice and help,

all well and good.

But the land is yours, not his.

And if he proves false either to you or to me,

he will answer for it to me,

even unto death.

We agree, Mr. Fraser,

and accept your terms.

Thank ye.

For yer kind forbearance, we are so very grateful.

Thank ye.

You did the right thing.

Hope so.

I'm likely nurturing a brood o' vipers,

but it does lighten the weight on my heart.

Good.

And now you know that the women will be watching

their husbands like hawks.

Blessed are the merciful,

for they shall obtain mercy.

- So they say. - Mm.

I'm glad to hear you're so filled with charity.

I hope you have not exhausted your store for the day.

Evidently, I have an endless store of it.

So...

what is it you want?

Charles can no longer remain here

without supporters

and at your mercy.

I must ask that you let me take him home.

He's my prisoner.

And he is my son.

Forgive me, Mrs. Cunningham, but you're an old woman.

What if something should happen?

What if you should die on the way to...

wherever it is you want to take him?

I will leave that to God.

My trust in Him is considerable.

Where is it you plan on taking him?

I want to take him home to England.

Charles is all I have left.

And if I am to spend the final years of his life,

my life,

wiping his bottom and changing his sheets,

then I'd like to do it in a place that...

well...

that is at least known to me.

Please...

don't make me beg.

But if I have to, I will.

I would do anything for my child.

Wouldn't you?

White flowers.

For peace.

Thank you for this.

That must be her.

Is thee sure thee would not prefer a moment alone

with Emily first?

I want you and the wee man both with me.

If you have everything you need,

we'll leave you to it.

Perhaps you do not know me anymore.

Am I a stranger to you?

A stranger I think I know.

This is?

Rachel, my wife,

and my wee son.

I am pleased to meet thee.

Ian has told me many good things about thee,

thy daughter, and, of course...

thy beautiful son.

Health and happiness to you.

Do you still know me?

I am changed...

by sorrows.

Wahionhaweh, I'm so glad ye're alive.

And...

I'm sorry about Kaheroton.

He was a good man.

I wish there was something I could do.

There is something.

Anything.

Thayendanegea says the war will be over soon,

but his wife's eyes say he does not believe it.

And I had a terrible dream about it

more than once.

But I prayed.

I prayed, and now you are here.

In my dream...

our son is captured by soldiers.

They are cruel.

They beat him.

And they force him to fight in battle, and he is killed.

Will you take him to live with you?

He will be safe by your side.

You can protect him from harm.

Take him home with us?

If your wife will have him at her fire.

Of course we'll take him if thee is certain.

Where's the baby?

What is your name?

He hasna got a real name.

Call him Oggy till his proper name comes.

This dog is yours, my brother.

One of the many grandsons of your wolf.

This is Rollo's grandson?

Do ye remember me?

I'm very glad to see ye.

Are you safe, lass?

- Yer wee girl? - Yes.

It is only my precious boy in this dream.

He will always be thy son,

but I'm honored that he will be mine as well.

I'll certainly feed him at my hearth all he wants ever.

I will love him as my own.

So...

you named my son for me.

Let me do the same for yours.

His name is Hunter.

You must be led by the Spirit.

That name is meaningful to me in more ways than one.

I love you, always.

I love thee, too, forever.

In spite of everything?

If I'm going to spend the rest of my life with thee,

I have to believe that thee loves me

as much as I love thee and our children.

In another lifetime, perhaps,

you and I might have been great friends.

But as it is, I must say farewell.

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

How very wise.

I can't help but ask...

which was I?

I counted you as a friend, Elspeth.

Goodbye, Claire.

Doesna mean our troubles have gone away, Sassenach.

Cunningham may be gone, but Major Ferguson is not.