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- Previously... - Pardon the intrusion.

Captain Lord Gerard Grey, Earl of Melton.

He came to me when he believed you were dead,

and he will come to me again.

Where's Seema?

Gone.

We struck for Argyll's supply train.

Only Dougal and Old Angus were taken alive.

Ye reckon they'll haul them to Fort William?

Saves us chasin' them across half of Scotland.

You didna run when the chance was in your hand?

I wanted to go back to Julia,

but how could I have looked them in the eye

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

A child.

Our child.

Love. It'll be his ruin.

I won't have it be mine!

Put me down! Put me down!

Lady Ellen!

Where did you take William?

To the faeries' well.

There was an ill-wish in his cradle twisted in the blanket.

Oh, yes, I saw it.

I didna ken what it meant.

And I wouldna wait to find out.

It's better to wash it away before it could take hold.

You probably saved your life.

Seema might have killed you,

but I don't think she would have harmed William.

So why an ill-wish?

A curse could do more than kill.

Harden a heart,

turn a soul,

steal what's yours without liftin' a blade.

Whatever she meant, I'd not leave him to it.

Back in London

during the war...

...I would read lists.

Page after page,

names of men who died

and those who were missing in action.

Henry's regiment among them once.

I thought I could bear witness to all of it

and still be whole.

But this...

...this death I will carry forever.

Aye. Ye will.

But the Bible says, "Thou shalt not murder."

Says naught about no' saving your own life or your bairn's.

Davina, no one loved her in life...

...and no one will mourn her in death.

Aye, and had ye hesitated, it's you I'd be burying.

Say a prayer if ye must.

Let the Lord mind her soul

and let her be gone.

♪ 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 ♪

I canna make sense of it.

This stranger killed Robert MacKinney

and took Ellen?

Yes, sir.

I blinked, and MacKinney lay dead before me.

All of this without so much as a word?

He said nothing?

Nothing, sir.

I thought perhaps he'd come to save us.

And he did save you.

Did he not?

If I may.

Tell them what ye told me, lass.

The way he grabbed hold of Lady Ellen,

he was a big brute of a man.

And his face,

there was no kindness in it.

Well, there we are, then.

That's surely the measure of a man, his face.

Shame ye didna take notice of which clan colors

he was wearing instead, eh?

He wasn't a MacKenzie man?

No.

I'm so sorry, m'laird.

As for which of the others, I couldn't tell.

They all look the same to me.

A testament to the lassie's honesty.

She did well to return to us quickly.

Time, perhaps, she had some rest.

Very well.

Come with me, my dear.

Do have mercy, m'laird.

I beg you.

I wish he had taken me instead.

Thank ye, Grace,

but I think we've heard all we can bear to.

Christ.

How many times must I have this conversation with you?

What to do about my sister.

She'll be the death of me.

I ken it.

At least she was able to warn Dougal.

Aye.

God knows where he is.

One thing at a time.

Though with Dougal gone, even if we knew where Ellen was,

we don't have enough men to send after her.

Then there's nothing we can do.

That was a mere fact, Colum,

not justification for failure to act.

What do you expect me to do, Ned?

If nothing else, you must pray for her safe return.

Pray?

Of course I will pray.

The land is still hers while it's in her name.

Is that the only reason?

If she's found to be dead, the land is mine again

and could be seized by the Crown.

My question still stands.

Have you any concern for your sister's life?

If you do, perhaps you should show it.

It's not for you to advise me on my feelings.

I ken you love her.

Sometimes I wonder if you do.

The toll this has taken on you,

and putting the clan above her, that is what drove her away.

Of course I worry for her.

It's what keeps me up at night.

There is a price to be paid

for the love I bear for my sister.

But I can no longer afford it.

My bonnie housekeepers return.

Out in the early morning air, were we?

Seema, she-she fled.

We-we thought we'd find her.

Your face.

Yes, a unfortunate brush with some brambles.

Was she slipped away, or was she driven from us?

Well, you pressed me to send her back to the Grants.

Yes, because she called the Grant bladier to mind.

I thought it better for all of us if she were gone.

She was ne'er settled, m'lord.

Always lookin' o'er her shoulder

as though she didna belong.

Ne'er settled?

She was content enough in my bed.

Well, perhaps she wanted

even more than your bed could give.

And here I bring tidings of battles and crowns,

and neither of ye think to ask after me.

Where's Brian?

Why do you not rush to comfort me, hmm?

Ease my weary bones?

Well, my lord, you do not appear

to be in need of comfort.

Do ye know why I sit here unscathed?

Because when John MacKenzie of Coul

opened the gates of Inverness,

I claimed it in the king's name.

MacKenzie bent the knee

with barely a drop of blood spilled.

Then why has Brian not come home?

'Cause the fool would not fight for me.

He would not break faith with the Jacobites.

Faith?

Honor?

And what has that brought him but the chance

to rot in some ditch while I hold Inverness?

He may be dead for it, ye ignorant woman.

If Seema's gone,

find me another to take up what she left behind.

A man's bed shouldn't grow cold for too long.

And prepare the house.

I'm expecting a guest.

Are ye done?

Just making sure it's cooked.

Don't want it to fly away.

Ye ken that's not what I meant.

Will ye ever stop trying to leave us?

I don't know what you want me to say.

Do you love your wife?

Then you have my answer.

But you can never be with yours.

- She belongs to Lovat. - No, she doesn't.

- Not really. - Well, she's a bigamist.

Lovat forced her into marriage before I could find her.

Have ye any proof?

We could put it before the laird.

Malcolm would crush Lovat.

You know that I don't.

So forget it.

I would,

if you'd give me a damn moment's rest.

But I ken you willna forget about it.

I see you eyein' every deer path.

Then turn a blind eye as a favor to me.

- That's all I'm asking. - That's all, is it?

I ken that lightnin' the Fair Folk put in yer head

must ha' done some damage,

but surely ye've more sense than that.

Ye ken I'd be forced to come after ye,

and if not me, then...

...someone else.

Please.

Ye should have run when you had the chance.

We'd ha' thought you dead.

Yes, and you actually would have been.

Ken that.

But ye're here,

with all these men who ken that ye lived.

So here ye must stay.

Or else ye may as well have left me to die at Sheriffmuir.

Oh, Christ, I mean, you're starting to make me feel like

I should have done.

If I can help ye somehow...

I will.

You and yer faerie wife.

Perhaps I could take a message to her.

There's only one message she'll accept.

Come.

So she's finally here.

Ensure I have a private moment with her

before my wife is introduced.

Maisri.

What a pleasant surprise.

Nice seein' ye again.

I'm here to do a readin'.

Is there anything in particular we can help you find?

Och, no. Thank ye.

I'm helpin' to make a spiced wine for the occasion.

The laird's victory has given him much to celebrate...

...and to contemplate.

Well that sounds lovely. Thank you.

Welcome to Leathers, Miss MacKenzie.

Please, make yourself at home.

Where's Brian?

He's not returned from battle.

Though I hope for the best,

I can't help but fear the worst.

Some of the decisions he's made recently

have been more than unwise, but we must have faith

and find comfort in one another's presence

until we know more.

You expect me to make polite chitchat

after all you've done to me,

when Brian could be lying dead in a field?

With my son's betrothed, my future daughter-in-law?

Yes, I hope we could.

I have men looking for him now.

Your man threw me over his shoulder.

He brought me here against my will.

Was it your will to be bound and almost killed by MacKinney?

Balloch freed you, did he not?

Where else would he bring you?

To Leoch.

Well, he's not your servant.

He, uh, well, he does what he's told.

Do you want the truth?

I saw you and Brian together at the Jacobite camp.

I, um, I know how much my son loves you,

though God knows why he's letting you

gallivant around in such dangerous places

in times of war.

So I had my man watch you, and thank heavens I did.

I'm only glad he found you in time.

And saved your life.

You may have had a reason, but you had no right.

My, my.

You are audacious.

I can see why he loves you.

Some small amount of gratitude would be appreciated, my dear.

This spirit-

Brian didn't stand a chance.

You are-

you are unrelenting.

And you, sir,

are a traitor.

A traitor?

Well, to whom exactly?

The Crown?

Well, quite the opposite, in fact, but you would-

well, you would paint me as a devil, it seems.

Aye.

A devil in a red coat.

Well, coming from you, a daughter of Red Jacob.

Well, your-your father was not only called out

for his hair, my dear.

He spilled the blood of his enemies, 'tis true.

And he may have been sympathetic to the Rebellion.

But yer reputation speaks for itself.

And you tried to ruin mine.

I was wrong.

I apologize.

Forgive me.

Come.

You're here.

Let's, uh, let's have something to eat,

and I'll get you home safe and sound.

Let's make the best of it,

for Brian's sake.

So few have returned.

Perhaps there are more men on their way...

- Where is Dougal? - ...coming behind them.

Davey.

Any word of Dougal?

No.

Rupert, no!

Check the ledger again, please.

Da!

Very well.

His poor wife,

and that poor, poor boy.

Where is my da?

Where is my da?

Where is my da?

I will be here...

Dougal, will he drag us into folly?

Yer brother is already dead.

What would my father have done?

Ah, there you are.

I have the honor of presenting Miss Ellen MacKenzie of Leoch.

Oh, we-we met at Braemer.

Aye.

Where you told me how much you admired your husband.

Ah.

Of course.

It's nice to see you again.

Thank you, my heart-root.

Brian seems to have imparted a rather regrettable picture

of his old man to our fair guest,

but it is often that way between fathers and sons.

I'm sure your own brothers would attest

to that fact, Miss MacKenzie.

They might.

You've no bairns of your own yet,

but once you do, well...

well, how to explain it?

Everything I do,

I do for Brian's sake.

The lengths to which we must go to protect our children.

Is that not so, my darling wife?

One should always have their child's

best interests at heart.

Aye.

You'll have heard that Brian has a wee brother.

Mm.

Since he's not a bastard, he's to inherit, I imagine.

A veritable feast.

Thank you, Cook, Mistress Porter.

Our guest, Lady Ellen MacKenzie.

There's more where this came from, so dinna be shy.

I hope it's to your liking, Miss MacKenzie.

Aye.

Thank you.

A toast, please.

May the word "foe" be replaced by "friend" in this house.

Montague and Capulet.

"Two households, both alike in dignity."

Here, Fraser and MacKenzie.

Now we lament the loss of those who cannot be with us,

and we pray for the safe return of those who can.

To bonds that bind us

but never break us.

Slàinte.

- Slàinte. - Slàinte.

Oh, yer arm.

It'll heal.

Ye were lucky, then.

The luck is in coming home to you, my dear.

I'm fortunate indeed.

John Cameron.

Where is Dougal?

Why isn't he with you?

Dougal couldna accept that the battle was over.

Took twenty men to attack the retreating Redcoats.

Only Alec MacMahon returned.

Then he's...

That I couldna say.

Dougal and Angus were taken alive, but, uh...

God help them.

He's perhaps the only one who can.

Did no one try to stop them?

It's too late for that, Colum.

He wouldna listen to his laird.

Do you think he'd listen to me?

We had to bring our wounded home.

But there were two who were fool enough to go after them,

two Fraser of Lovat men.

They rode for Fort William.

What is Mar intending next?

I'll ask again.

Let me have a go at him, Captain.

Go on.

Go on, let him.

You said I'd have a try.

Sergeant, step aside.

Come on, do yer worst, laddie.

Come on!

Again.

Your father,

did he have any sons?

My sisters could do better.

You dare mock me?

I could burn your tongue out for that.

What is Mar intending?

I dinna give two figs about Mar.

The decision to pursue you was mine alone.

That's enough.

He could be lying, sir.

I can get more out of him.

Randall, I said enough.

Yes, Captain.

Sorry, Captain.

Take him and his comrade to the vault.

That might make you reconsider.

Dougal's left us with fewer men,

less protection,

dwindlin' courage.

And you think me to blame as John Cameron does,

do ye not?

No.

Yes, you do.

I said nothing.

You were thinkin' it.

You are laird.

You must act as such.

Try to think what your...

What my father would do?

Dinna insult me.

What would he do?

Beat down the door at Fort William?

To do what?

Give Dougal a fond farewell?

I willna risk drawing the Redcoats to our door.

As I've told you before, I must think of the clan.

With all of us so worried about Brian,

I thought a wee after-dinner word with the seer

might give us some comfort, perhaps.

Lookin' a wee bit pale, lass.

Some more wine wouldn't go amiss, Davina.

Give us a wee bit of courage for what we're to hear next.

Thank you.

- There we are, lass. - Thank you.

Maisri has the sight.

Have you been convinced by her talents,

Mistress Fraser?

There is always much to think about.

Maisri foresaw some things about our son...

Let's not bore Miss MacKenzie with that.

We'll let Maisri speak for herself.

We were hoping you could tell us something

of Brian's fate at Sheriffmuir.

Are you quite well, Miss MacKenzie?

A wee bit tired, perhaps.

Aye. Ah.

Your nerves are in tatters, I'm sure.

Well, 'tis moving to see how much love

you bear for my son. It-

it makes me a happy father indeed.

She has something of Brian's.

His heart?

Aye, that too.

Life's promise holds fast, but...

death's call must be answered.

So Brian is alive?

He lives.

Oh, thank God.

Thank you.

I must return to Leoch.

Oh!

Too much excitement. Poor thing.

It appears Miss MacKenzie has taken ill.

Davina, perhaps more wine will ease her suffering

and help her rest.

Then make arrangements to see her home safe

when she's feeling better.

Aye, m'laird.

Could be worse.

How?

Could've had yer cock burned off

by that Redcoat brat.

I'm glad Rupert isna here.

He'd a terrible fear of drownin'.

Cannon was quick.

Aye.

Our sons will have each other.

Thank Christ.

At least you had sons.

Do ye think Maura would ha' given ye one?

I think she'd ha' given me a dozen.

Then maybe for her sake, better we're here.

Tide's risin'.

Make yourself known.

Make yourself known!

Heh.

Well, we should've asked him where they're being held first.

We can ask the next one.

Oh, oh. Hey, hey, hey. Shh.

The Jacobite prisoners.

Where are they?

They're in the vault.

Are ye happy now?

Aye.

How is she?

You look a wee bit pale yerself, lass.

- I'm all right. - Wait.

Maisri said death would call.

Has she cursed ye both?

Don't drink that.

You need water.

Oh.

I'm with child.

Oh, lass.

What did you do?

What?

You poisoned us.

Nonsense.

Poison kills. Wh-

why would I poison my own wife?

It cannot be a coincidence both Ellen and I are ill.

Women are weak, body and mind.

Hysterical creatures, as you are demonstrating.

The slightest flight of fancy

sends them to their snuff boxes.

No.

Everyone ate the food, Julia.

It was the wine.

You barely touched yours.

You had Maisri put something in it.

I protected my family.

What do you mean?

You protected your family by doing something harmful to me!

There can be no more bairns in the Lovat line.

Simon, our Simon, must be the last.

If another child is born, the prophecy will be ruined.

Tell me.

What was in that wine?

Do not take that tone with me, wife,

or I'll take the strap to you.

If you must know,

the potion was intended to destroy a womb.

Ellen will be barren.

How could you do that

to the woman your son loves?

Simon is meant to be King.

Isn't that what you want,

for him to fulfill his destiny?

It was Lovat.

He put something in the wine.

What?

Why?

Why?

He wanted to make you barren.

I'm so sorry.

He's succeeded, I'm sure.

I've bled so much.

I fear I've lost the bairn.

- Oh, Ellen. - Oh, lass.

We would never have thought it would come to this.

Take me back to Leoch.

Are you sure?

Shouldn't you stay here and rest?

No, I can't stay here.

We would stay with ye through the night.

No. No.

You willna change my mind.

It's in your interest to cooperate with me.

Water's getting higher.

Tell us what Mar's intending, and I'll pull you out.

I will drown before I tell you!

Very well.

It appears you shall.

No keys.

Try this.

Quick.

Christ.

Murtaugh.

Push, Dougal!

One, two, three.

Again. One, two, three.

- No. - Try again!

Quick!

Come here.

Come on.

Come on.

We have to go.

Come on. We canna leave him.

He's gone, man.

We canna take him with us.

He died an honorable death.

This is his battlefield.

Wait.

Someone's coming.

You.

Yer dirk.

Give it here.

He's only a boy.

No!

Lady Ellen!

What's wrong?

What's ailin' ye, lass?

What's happened?

Lovat did something terrible.

Gave her a bane that made her sick.

I'm Davina Porter of Castle Leathers.

Ye're Brian's mother.

Aye.

She needs rest.

Help me take her to her bedchamber.

Shall we fetch Davie Beaton to examine her?

In time.

For now, she needs to sleep.

Will she see me?

She canna.

Canna or willna?

She hasna the strength to refuse,

nor for questions, m'laird.

Is she gravely ill, or was she hurt?

Her body will mend.

Her spirit,

I've never seen it so broken.

Where was she?

How did this happen?

At Leathers.

What she endured is hers to tell when she's able.

If you love her as I believe you do,

give her the mercy of silence and leave her be.

This isn't gonna work.

Wait, wait, Arch.

Julia.

Oh, I've missed you.

My darling.

I'm so happy to see you.

Well, you asked.

Demanded, actually.

Why is Mr. Bug here?

Last I recall, he was trying to kill you.

He's in my debt now.

I saved his life.

Of course you did.

Wait. Your face.

What happened? Is William-

Oh, he's coming on beautifully.

As for me, I-

I don't really know where to begin.

It's hard to explain everything.

There's so much.

My darling, I only have a few moments.

Lovat is inside the castle.

Then write to me.

Mr. Bug has agreed to send a message from time to time.

We'll send letters.

We can write to each other

while I try to find the gemstones.

We won't give up.

We just need a-

a hiding place.

Oh, perhaps a- perhaps a loose stone.

Here.

Yes.

It will be our postbox.

We must go.

Wrap your letters in oilcloth. Keep them dry.

I'll write to you soon. I promise.

Nailed it.