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Previously...

You have a sister.

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

♪ Be beside... ♪

How could you possibly know that 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

le Comte St. Germain?

You are his son.

If you are truly his heir,

then you can use what he has 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.

Didna bother to put a note on it this time.

This letter is from Francis Marion.

He'll get us the guns we need.

What about your wife?

It was her idea I pretend I was dead.

Ye ken the book written by her other father?

Frank Randall?

There's mention of a battle

in the backcountry at a place called 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 tranquility was merely the calm

before a storm of 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 Overmountain troops gathered,

their resolve as firm as the earth beneath their feet.

The initial ascent was perilous,

with many a rebel picked off

as they clawed their way up the mountainside.

The battle was swift and fierce.

Like penned ducks,

290 Loyalist militiamen,

including Ferguson himself, were slain.

The Rebels suffered minimal losses.

Only twenty-eight fell.

Including me.

♪ Soraidh slàn ♪

♪ Gu Loch Abar ♪

♪ 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 thought if I stood there...

saw the place with mine own eyes,

then maybe I could find proof that Frank was wrong.

But every detail--

high ground...

steep approach...

the way the fighting will unfold--

everything he 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.

What if it's neither?

Aye.

Because there...

on that mountain...

...it felt like the truth.

Come over here, boys.

The pressman inks the letters.

Yeah.

We place the paper in the frisket...

fold it over the frame.

Then we bring this down.

Bop.

Pull the lever...

et voilà, we'll have a printed page.

Is there anything better?

- May I try? - Of course.

I made this just for you.

What is it?

I don't want to disappoint you, Papa.

I'm... different.

You could 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.

Yah!

Well done.

Germain.

Alors...

Oh...

...magnifique.

No smudges, eh?

You're a natural.

"Fergus Fraser & Sons."

This will be yours one day, mes fils.

La plume est notre épée.

"The pen is our sword."

And we can never lay it down.

Aye?

William!

We were becoming quite anxious without any word from you.

I found Ben.

What do you mean?

His 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.

Though it doesn't surprise me.

He claims it was at your behest...

that he feigned his death.

I- I couldn't dissuade him from joining the rebellion.

I- I pleaded with him, begged him!

But you Greys...

once your minds are set, nothing else matters.

Nothing.

Nobody.

I wouldn'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- having a traitor for a father,

that he- that he finally consented to disappear quietly,

rather than 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...

what you truly are.

Your- 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 needn't know that you knew of it.

- They'll 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- we still can.

Um, 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...

Ben is alive.

Now a military leader among the Patriots,

under an assumed name.

My God, are you certain?

I saw him with my own eyes at the Continental camp.

I suppose we must, um...

thank the Lord for the small mercies.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

Oh, you've had quite the shock.

Come, sit.

We'll fetch some tea and, uh, 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, um...

but, Uncle John, there...

there's something I should tell you.

There's no need to speak any further.

Rest 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 Beauchamp was a popinjay.

His story was so incredulous that even if it was a novel,

no self-respecting publisher would even touch it.

But still, heir to Comte St. Germain?

Oh.

Two, please.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Fergus doesna want anything to do with any of it.

Doesna 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 Northwest...

Well, Lord John did say Percy is a 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.

I know.

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 give him the gold.

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

and bring them home.

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?

The Frasers are kind to me.

But I miss you so much, Janie.

Mistress Fraser made pancakes for breakfast this morning.

But they were burnt to cinders.

She tries, though.

So I ate them anyway.

Didn't want to upset her.

Oh, no.

Oh! No!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Darling.

- What's wrong? - My lace, it's gone!

Well, what do you mean?

I had a square of lace. I know it was here, but--

Well... well, when did you last see it?

It was with Jane's things

when Mr. Fraser gave this to me at Monmouth.

All 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...

It seems like you must have lost it

somewhere along the way.

No, we have to find it.

I'm so sorry, darling.

The lace...

is it Janie's?

Yes.

My grandmother made it.

She was a lace maker.

Where?

Paris.

Janie 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 grand-mère 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- 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 a safer claim.

And 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.

Uh, 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 perfunctory 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!

Ca va, mon amour?

That's not blood, is it?

Just a slight mishap involving some tomatoes.

Hmm.

Another one of these.

"Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home.

Your house is on fire, and your children are gone."

Look at this.

"Bird" B-U-R-D.

Hmm.

- It's our poet. - Hmm.

Do you remember the one about Cock Robin?

"Who killed Cock Robin?

'I,' said the sparrow 'with my bow and arrow.'"

Ugh, I can't listen to it.

Just put it in the drawer with the others.

I will.

So where does this new one rank?

Best or worst of our anonymous collection?

I think somewhere in the middle.

- Papa, you're home! - Oh!

A Dhia! What have you done to yourself?

Germain was showing me how to clean the ink bowls.

Ah. Hmm.

Where are your sleeve covers?

I didn't want to dirty them, Papa.

They're too nice.

The printer's pride lies

in keeping his hands clean.

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

Go wash it off, then, before it stains for good.

- Oui, maman. - Allez.

Christ.

He's a sight, isn't he?

Dinna lie. You're proud as punch.

He's beautiful, even covered in ink.

I ken.

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

I willna let idle threats scare us away

from something that brings them so much joy.

For all our children...

present and future.

Fergus Fraser, are you trying to populate the entire colony?

Well, my love, making love and making babies

are one and the same.

Okay, let me help you.

Okay.

Just leave it.

Shh. Door's locked.

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"? - Mm.

It's a slender thread, but it's something.

I- I seem to recall...

a lace maker

across from Master Raymond's apothecary.

Yes.

I went there once.

I heard a child's cry that day.

What if it was her, Claire?

Our daughter?

Is it possible?

Faith.

I always wondered if Mother Hildegarde

called her that...

if she somehow knew of the rift between us...

how close we came to losing everything.

You told me you hated me.

I just wanted you to feel my pain.

I ken, Sassenach.

Perhaps she chose that name because she wanted to remind me

to hold on...

not just to a belief in something greater...

but in us...

...and the life we still had ahead of us.

I'm so scared...

to lose you again.

With everything that's about to come...

...how can I have faith...

when I face that possibility?

Well, it's the unseen threads

that bind us...

woven by a hand...

far greater than our own.

Hold on to me, Claire.

Always.

Percy.

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 to make his way

to Savannah soon.

Excellent news.

Thought you 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 can't imagine you'll be sipping fine brandy

with the man.

Oh, you can imagine anything you like,

but you will forget that we had this conversation.

Hmm.

You're looking well, John--

and as handsome...

as you did at our parents' wedding.

You recall that day?

Not particularly.

I do.

I remember everything.

Well, I've labored very hard to forget.

How we touched hands in the church?

And then later, we slipped away to the bell tower.

You can't have forgotten that.

I- I wanted to go slow...

to savor every inch of you.

But you were so hungry for me back then.

Perseverance...

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.

W-William- William- William- I- I wasn't expecting you.

Um, this is a- a, um-- a colleague.

And- and- and- 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 Ardsmuir Prison

and knew James Fraser long before Helwater.

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 traitor to agree to raise his son?

Was he one of your conquests, or were you one of his?

N-neither.

You'll forgive me if I don't believe that.

Coming from a liar, a hypocrite, and a sodomite!

I'm sorry f-for what you saw!

And I know you don't understand.

But- 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 speak 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 didna ken 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 sells.

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 Broch Tuarach.

So she 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.

And 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.

This is 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...

...as she deserves.

Faith was coming to find us.

Maman! Maman! Papa! Smoke!

- Wake up! Smoke! - Huh?

What?

Fire. Fire!

- Okay, okay. - Okay, we must go. Quick.

Come.

Félicité, wake up. Wake up.

Come. Come on, quickly. Quickly.

We must go.

Quickly.

Hurry! Hurry!

Fire! Germain! Henri-Christian, get up!

They're not here! Where are they?

Oh, God! The roof!

They always go there to look at the stars!

I'll get them.

- Come on! - Aah!

Go, go! Go, go, go!

Fire! Fire!

Fire!

Germain! Henri-Christian! Where are you?

Les garçons! J'arrive!

Bougez pas!

Germain! Henri-Christian!

Vous êtes ou, mes garçons!

Papa! Papa!

I found them! They're here!

Marsali! Marsali!

- We saw the smoke from the ward! - Where's Fergus?

The boys-- they went up to the roof.

He's gone after them.

Girls, come with me, sweethearts.

Come with me.

Fire! Fire!

- Fergus! - Fire! Fire!

Put this around you.

Yes. Help me.

All right, now go. You go.

I need you to hold on to your brother, hé?

No, Papa, I won't leave you.

I'll come down right behind you.

Go, go.

Don't look down. Hold on tight.

Hey, hey, you must be brave now, boys, hé?

Go ahead.

Hold on tight. You can do it.

Hé?

Oh, Lord.

Oh, Lord!

Hold on.

- Ah, ah, I'm- I'm slipping! - No!

No!

There. It's all right.

It's all right. I've got you.

He's fine, Fergus!

Where is my brother?

No!

What is it?

I dinna ken, but...

I have a terrible feeling something is wrong.

Um...

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

in this time, with the kids?

Nothing is gonna 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.

Our whole family's here.

The four of us belong here.

Five.

Lord John says he can get another room ready.

I'm afraid to let them out of my sight...

ever again.

Marsali, you need to sleep.

Sleep.

I'll watch over them.

Someone left us a note.

It was a poem...

about fire.

We laughed about it.

We used to get them from time to time.

Fergus said the thing to do was read them aloud

to each other

and then make fun of them

and rank them from best to worst.

It could have been an accident.

An ember from a hearth in...

...a building full of paper.

After all these years...

I didna ken where I ended and he began.

Now...

there's barely anything left of him...

...not even...

a body to hold...

just...

...ashes and bones.

He's in...

he's in every single one of your children.

You'll always have him with you.

It's almost as if...

Jane's talking to me.

It was her last chance to tell you these things.

We have some things

that we'd like to tell you as well.

My family home in Scotland

is a place named Broch Tuarach.

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...

right after she was born.

But now we know that she couldn't have,

Because...

that baby...

was your mother.

So that means that...

...she was...

Well, I'm the lady she was looking for.

I'm Lady Broch Tuarach.

We believe we are your grandparents, lass.

Your family...

your blood.

I know it's a surprise.

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- they told me that she died.

And they took her away.

Sometimes I feel you staring at me...

with tears in your eyes.

Is that why?

Oh, sweetheart.

That 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...

...all the things that I missed,

the things that I lost.

It just hurts a little bit.

- I'm sorry. - Oh, no, no, no.

Don't be.

Having you here...

with us...

it- it mends a- a piece 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 we canna explain.

I had...

...something very special made of lace.

It was 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 was so sad.

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.

And you are part of me.

And family...

...well, they can be like lace...

fragile and- and delicate...

...full of holes and gaps,

like the things that we don't know.

But...

...like lace, it can be strong.

The threads...

are hard to tear apart.

I'd like to go to my room now.

Perhaps we should have waited.

Maman, wake up.

Wake up.

Where are your brother and sisters?

I told them to go and try to have some 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.

"La plume est notre épée," he says.

We can never lay down our sword.

My brave lad.

Go and join your brother and sisters.

I'll be there soon.

What will I do without Fergus?

You'll always have a home with us on the Ridge.

But you could also consider Beauchamp's offer.

Germain is a legitimate heir now.

No.

Fergus wouldn't want it.

I think what he would want is...

I think he would want you and his children

to be taken care of.

Bears considerin'.

But not today.

First...

...I need to bury my husband.

I need to take him home.

Fanny, darling?

Supper's ready downstairs.

Sweetheart?

Is everything all right?

Would you like some company?

I'm so sorry, Fanny.

It was too much too soon, perhaps.

But...

we so wanted you to know that...

you were ours.

We ken you might not believe us, lass, without proof.

Oh, I believe you.

I'm sure my grandmother made your veil.

She made the most beautiful things.

You should have seen the piece I had.

But now I lost it, and...

I lose everything...

and everyone I love...

my whole family.

And you're my family, so 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 is 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, lass.

Claire, they'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 loss.

Our grief was alike,

That wild look of suffering in Marsali's eyes

was the same I saw in Jamie's.

It was there in my own.

That nauseating ache,

the disbelief that eats away at you

until you're numb.

A 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.

Such are 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.

Stop fooling around. Pay attention.

I am.

It's a great day, laddie.

Where do you think you're going?

Well, with milord.

You remind me I have something to fight for.

There you are, Milord.

Milady, you've returned?

- Fergus. - It's a miracle.

Thank you, mon fils.

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 will miss you, too, but it won't be goodbye.

Only au revoir.

And do you have a name?

Fraser.

His name is Fergus Claudel Fraser.

Come with me.

This is for Fergus...

and for you.

I know he's not with us, but...

maybe you'll find him here...

...Grandda.

Thank you...

mo chridhe.

Goodbye, sweet Faith.

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

No. No, no, no. Shh.

♪ 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 Diddly bum, bum, bum ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Diddly um, bum, bum ♪

♪ 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 ♪