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-Leoch is still your home. -No, Colum.

My home is with the man you couldn't kill.

Since my wife believes the Fair Folk marked ye

I'll be damned if I harm you.

Don't make me regret this, Sassenach.

Henry's here. Oh Davina, he came back.

-You thought Seema was me? -What can I do?

The Henry I knew before the stones, find him again.

Lovat's taken Inverness for the crown.

We ride south, join Mar's forces at Perth.

Does a bladier have to go to war?

This one does.

You'll march with us when we join Argyll's forces.

My sword is pledged to the Stuarts.

After this war, we will settle what is between us.

I have lost one sister.

We leave at first light.

-You made this? -This morning.

You wrote first last time. Now it's my turn.

Before I left Leoch,

I made a promise to Maura to bring Dougal home.

It's not only the men war takes.

I swear I'll bring him home, hale, and whole.

Wives, mothers.

It hollows out what's left.

I've never stood here without thinking how you must judge me.

How slight I must look.

Scrabbling to hold together what my father left.

I have gave everything

this family asked of me.

My body.

My conscience.

My sister.

Lord, forgive me.

I thought if I bore it all,

if I let them call me cruel, I could keep them safe.

And all I've done is lead them to ruin.

Was that your lesson?

That a man's love is worth nothing

if he canna draw blood to prove it?

Or was that my father's lesson?

Are you listening, old man?

Eh?

You who left me this wreck of a name to carry,

this name which has killed more of us

than any sword ever could?

And you carved me in your likeness.

A man who could lead...

but never love...

without...

measuring the cost.

If you've any mercy left for me,

forgive what I've done in your name.

Forgive what I'll do still.

♪ 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 ♪

Seema.

Where is my son?

He's safe asleep.

And Davina?

Don't worry.

She won't be disturbing us either.

You've not slept.

You can if you want.

I won't move.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

For me to close my eyes, let you slip out into the dark?

You've locked the door.

I've nowhere to go, no one to call upon.

I'd like you to rest.

You have been carrying this, all of this,

for too long.

You think you're better than me

because you bore his children.

But he will come to me.

You are mad if you believe he would ever look at you again.

I think it will make him see me!

And once you're gone,

there's nothing left to stand in the way.

I've never seen an army before.

I've never heard men sing about dying

or laugh like it was nothing at all.

They laugh because the fear would swallow them whole

if they didn't.

What frightens you more?

That John Cameron lives

or that Murtagh Fraser doesn't?

I don't even know if...

Murtagh feels the same.

I've seen Murtagh gaze upon you, Grace.

Like a man puzzling out a riddle he means to solve.

But when he thinks no one sees him,

it's the same way Brian looks upon me.

When he's near, it's...

as though he can feel my heart beating in my chest.

But...

when John Cameron stares,

it's...

as if I'm no more than a plate of pudding

he means to eat.

It's never simple.

Not when the world expects you to know your place.

And when your place is the first thing God decides for you,

doesn't stop your heart from wanting what it can't have.

Sometimes,

the heart decides for you.

The way you ride,

how you...

hold yourself...

You're very observant, Grace.

I don't judge you, M'lady.

Brian's the only one whose judgment matters to me.

And he's welcomed this child

with his whole heart.

And if he doesn't come home,

what becomes of you and the child?

Forgive me, M'lady. I-I forget myself.

You name what could be.

I would rather leave it unspoken than give it life.

It'll be dark soon.

We should sleep.

They're testing the range.

Aye.

Willna be long now.

Ye've the look of a man wishing himself anywhere else.

Ye have the same.

Aye.

There's a thousand better mornings than this one.

But none where I'd not stand here,

with you at my side.

Your father'll call you a fool to his dying day

for being here.

He's called me worse already.

If I fall,

-if this is... -If it's the day...

I'll see her safe.

And the bairn.

To my last breath, Brian.

You have my word.

God grant we go together so she can scold us both proper.

You think that would be the worst of it.

'Tis a hard thing

when your heart's no longer your own.

Thought I'd be wiser for watching you.

How was it then?

How was what?

Murdina, she's...

certain, near enough.

Says that when you vanished,

it was the Fair Folk that took you.

It felt like falling through every memory I've ever held.

And knowing that if I reach the end of that fall,

I would find her there.

Your wife?

My daughter.

Claire.

The faeries, they tried to take her from me.

Not her life,

but her memory.

Did they?

They tried.

But when I found my wife, she gave her back to me.

Murdina says the Fair Folk mark the heart

before they ever take the body.

If that's true,

then they marked mine the day that Claire was born.

And nothing's ever been the same since.

I keep thinking.

If I'd asked her to stay with me that night,

she'd still be with us.

When I was a bairn,

I thought Janet the weakest of us all.

She'd cry at the slightest hurt.

But never raise her voice to a living soul.

She had no talent for hate.

Perhaps it's men

who should envy that.

And we were all pieces of our parents.

Bits of temper,

pride,

and softness

in different measures.

Forgive me.

A word has arrived from Inverness.

Speak it plain.

Lovat has taken the town entire.

But Dougal's men never reached the castle.

They've joined Mar's main force, making towards Perth.

Then it's begun.

They'll test us today.

But the measure of a man

is not how he stands when the sun shines,

but how he stands in the storm!

Today, you wear the colors of Clan Grant,

and the King's cause stands at your back.

Make no mistake.

Should you fail this day,

you'll find no mercy on earth or in heaven.

But should you hold your line,

the Grants will be remembered with honor.

Hold steady.

And may God find favor with the righteous.

Company, forward march!

Dinna die today.

We've much to settle when this is over.

Aye, wouldna do to leave anythin' unfinished.

If ye lads are done arranging tea,

can we set about gutting those bastards?

Ye've stood a line before.

I've seen my share.

What war?

-Company halt! -The war to end all wars.

And yet, here we are.

War has a way of making liars of us all.

Company, make ready!

Tulach Ard!

If you mean to rob us, we have nothing of value.

I have no need of your coin.

You remember my father? James MacKinney?

I remember putting an arrow through his chest

before he could butcher every person there.

Then you ken why you're dying.

Don't touch her!

She's no part of this...

She rides at your side. That's part enough for me.

I thought perhaps a clean death, a shot, a blade.

But that's not justice, is it?

Justice is slower.

I mean to see you bleed out by inches,

to hear you beg me for the mercy you didna give him.

You'll have no begging from me.

We'll see.

I thought when John left for the field,

I'd feel something akin to sorrow or rage.

But the truth is, I felt only relief.

Oh.

You dinna mean that.

Do I not?

Perhaps it shames me to say it aloud,

but I willna pretend.

There's a peace

in not wondering which door he'll come through...

or how much wine he's taken before he speaks my name.

You've always had the courage to name a thing for what it is.

Maybe.

But it cost more than I ever meant to pay.

When this child is grown,

if it's a daughter,

I hope she never learns how it feels

to dread her own husband's footstep.

You don't have to hurt him,

my son.

If he's gone, if you've hidden him somewhere,

then tell me now so I can see to him.

He was there and then he wasn't.

That's all I'll say.

I don't know what you think Henry promised you,

but it won't end the way you believe.

He won't marry you.

And you'd know about promises, would you?

You, who's never been set aside, never been left waiting.

Whatever he said,

it was only ever meant as a kindness.

Even if you survive me by chance,

Lovat will hear what you've done.

He'll have you hanged.

Bigamy's no small sin in the eyes of God or men.

I may be a whore,

but God takes mercy on the meek,

not on those who defy Him by choice.

Then what are you waiting for?

I'm trying to think

how it might be done so he can forgive me.

If the Jacobites somehow prevail,

Dougal willna be content with a war chief's share.

He'll want Leoch for himself.

Aye.

Victory can turn a man's hunger into entitlement.

Especially Dougal.

And if they fail?

Well...

the Mackenzie name shall bear the shame,

but not the ruin.

It was clever putting everything

in Ellen's keeping.

Unwed. Neutral.

No British court

would think twice on her claim.

And if they do?

If some clerk decides to pry,

to look closer?

Then we fight it as best we can, but...

I'd wager they have bigger concerns

than a woman's claim on a northern keep.

What would my father have done?

If he were here now?

Red Jacob was cunning.

Brilliant when it suited him.

But he had his weaknesses.

He rutted like an animal, not unlike Dougal.

He drank as if the cask would vanish if he turned away.

But his greatest weakness...

Ellen.

Aye.

Oh, he cherished the very air she breathed.

Had his enemies have known how she held his heart,

they'd have used it to break him and us.

And I made her the shield

the clan could hide behind time and again.

For all his failings, he'd never have used her so.

I have known you

since you drew your first breath, Colum.

You've done what you must to keep these walls standing.

No man could fault you that.

No man but me.

You don't need to bind her.

She's no threat to you now.

If she's half as skilled as you with the weapons you carry,

I'd be a fool to set her free.

You have your father's eyes,

but not his hunger for blood.

You ken nothing of me.

I know what it is to live in a man's shadow,

to be told it's your duty to fill the space he left behind.

Some footprints are too deep.

No son can step where they walked

and come out the same man.

Ye think I lack the will to finish what he began?

I think you're not him.

And part of you knows it.

I think if you meant to kill us, you'd have done it already.

I told you!

A clean death isn't enough.

You'll feel the fear he felt.

And when you've had your revenge,

when you stand over two women in the dirt,

will you feel like your father's son then?

I'll feel...

In the name of the Father...

Oh, forgive me, Mistress.

I've lingered too long.

I was at my morning prayer, but there's bread to set out.

Oh, sit, Mistress Fitz.

No need to leave on my account.

I never cared for this hall.

Too many shadows,

too many things left unsaid in the corners.

Aye, but shadows are often more honest

than the men who cast them.

Oh, you're blunt as ever. I've missed that.

I envied Ellen, ye ken.

Not only for how our father doted on her,

but for the way she dared to choose her own life,

even knowing the whole world would turn its back on her.

I was there beside you that day,

helping her flee.

I suppose.

But envy doesna fade because you do the right thing.

I had the mind if I helped...

if I set aside the jealousy...

someone might look at me the way that Brian looked at her.

Murtagh.

But you'd eyes enough to ken he never did.

Aye.

That's the worst of it.

I knew.

And it made no difference.

That doesna make you foolish, lass.

Or if it does, well,

foolish hearts are the ones that love the hardest.

And that's nothing to regret.

I tell myself it would be easier

if I loved my husband.

But I dinna think that's the truth either.

Shame to live on hope, is it no'?

There's no shame in wanting,

only in pretending you don't.

On me!

For the cause!

Rupert.

For the cause!

Whatever you tell yourself,

you're not your father.

I have enough of him to know

you'd say anything to save your neck.

I would.

That doesn't make it a lie.

Do you think he'd have waited this long?

Or tied us up

like game for market?

I'm not him.

But I've no mind to let you go.

If you keep to his path,

you may meet the same end.

But you can choose

whether you become the same monster

or something better.

You took everything from me!

What did he take from you?

Some days, I think this castle was never

meant to be held by any man,

that no matter what you build,

it's merely borrowed time.

I'd give my life to hold it fast.

But I wonder what it takes,

if I can ever

get anything in return.

Will you be disappointed

if it's a daughter?

I'd be grateful.

A lass is spared the burden of leading men

who would sooner see her fail.

And if it's a son?

Then I'll teach him what my father never thought

worth teaching.

What's that?

That power is no birthright.

It must be earned

and guarded,

even from the men who claim to be your kin.

And will you teach him kindness?

Or will you teach him to bury it,

like you have?

I don't know if I'd know how.

Then I pray it's a daughter,

because a son

will spend his life trying to please you.

And I don't wish that on any child.

Will you stay awhile?

Just awhile.

You think he'd love you less if he knew what you are?

A liar, a traitor,

a woman who can't keep her own husband to her bed.

But the child,

he'll never know your faults.

He's too small,

too newly born.

You mean to take him from me.

Why not?

He won't remember your voice

or your face.

And when he wakes, it'll be my face he sees,

my voice he trusts.

Just as your first one must be calling some other woman

"Mother" by now.

You believe

if you steal someone's life,

it becomes yours?

A child only needs care to bind him.

Blood's nothing compared to what he'll see

when he opens his eyes.

You think he will love you,

but you will always be the woman who took what wasn't hers.

Better to try

than to be nothing to no one.

Mar means to call it victory.

Let Argyll limp back to Stirling unchallenged.

He would have us play at war like lads with wooden swords.

We could press the ground, make it ours outright.

Aye.

Oh, aye, but the Earl has no stomach for more.

He talks of regrouping while the Crown gathers its strength.

And wastes the blood

of good men...

for naught.

We'll see to the wounded.

Count the dead.

Gather twenty MacKenzies.

We will do what Mar won't.

Aye.

Strange to hear them cheering when no one's truly won.

Mm.

Pardon the intrusion.

I wish to make your acquaintance,

whoever you might be.

I watched you fight.

Hard to miss a man cutting a path through the center

as if born to it.

Did what I must to see tomorrow.

If I'm not mistaken, that's an English voice I hear.

Curious garb for a Crown man.

It's a...

it's a long tale.

I'm not sure I'd do it justice covered in mud and blood.

I look forward to hearing it properly told,

if we both see the other side of this campaign.

Captain Lord Gerard Grey,

Earl of Melton.

Henry Grant, Your Grace.

I hope, if fortune ever grants us that tomorrow,

to hear how an Englishman came to be fighting

in a Highland regiment.

You didna run?

When the chance was in your hand?

I wanted to.

God help me, I wanted to.

Go back to Julia,

to our son.

To Claire.

But how could I have looked them in the eye,

knowing that I'd abandoned my brothers in the field?

And I'll admit it to you plainly.

Petrified of facing your Murdina,

knowing I'd left you behind.

Aye, she'd have made the cannon seem kindly.

You butchered them.

Every man who followed my father.

And lost my sister Janet,

who never raised her hand against any soul.

Your father would have seen her dead all the same.

That meant to ease your conscience?

No.

But it should trouble yours.

You have a choice now.

And you sat all this time

trying to make yourself into something that you're not.

You know in your heart

this was never justice.

I'm no better than he was,

a coward trying to fill a dead man's boots.

May God forgive me.

Wait, no!

You're no coward.

It takes more courage to lay down a blade than to raise it.

M- Maybe I could have been a different man

if not for him.

What?

Put me down.

Put me down! Put me down!

Put me down!

Lady Ellen!

Lady Ellen!

He whispered your name

like it was the only word that mattered.

But he was touching me.

He was looking into my face.

Seema,

listen to me.

Whatever he said to you...

Oh, you think I don't know he loved you?

That he still loves you?

But when he held me, it was nearly real.

And it will be real

when there's no one left to remind him.

Alec?

God above, where've you been?

The raid.

We struck for Argyll's supply train.

They were waiting.

It was a slaughter.

Only Dougal and Old Angus were taken alive.

Last I saw, they were bound hand and foot.

It was chance I lived through it.

Go. See to yourself.

I'd wager Ellen has a hand in this.

She promised Maura she'd bring Dougal home.

I told her I'd see it done.

Aye.

You reckon they'll haul 'em to Fort William?

Aye. It's near enough.

Saves us chasin' them across half of Scotland.

Oh, well, that's a comfort.

Be a short ride to our hanging.

"My dearest Henry,

"you and I did what countless others have done.

"We fell in love, married,

"and had two beautiful children.

"Perfectly ordinary on the surface,

"except every moment we've shared has been extraordinary."

"Ours is a love that will outlast time itself."

"Call it divine or fate."

"It doesn't matter. The fact is, I adore you."

"I always will."

"And don't you dare forget it."

"If not in this world,

then we'll be together in the next."

It doesn't matter how it happens.

He came to me,

to me,

when he believed you were dead.

And he will come to me again.

No.

He was coming to me.

You were just a vessel,

a whore to keep his bed from feeling empty.

Oh, say what you please.

A whore, a vessel- better than dead!

And I'll still be here...

"Even in the midst of destruction,

"there are moments that feel like any other.

"Find me in those.

"I'll look for you too.

"We know what we're fighting for with every breath,

"even when it feels like defying gravity,

"because we make each other whole

"and bring each other home.

So come home."

"I love you, my darling."

"I will be here."

"I know you'll fight to return"

"to our perfectly imperfect life."

"And so will I."

"I swear it."

Julia?

What's happened?

You're okay.

Oh.

Oh.

Where's Seema?

Gone.

Nailed it.