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- Previously... - Where will you go, nephew?

We'll travel west. Claire can practice her healing.

I can find work as a printer.

Marsali would not be well-suited to a long journey.

She is with child.

I don't want you to live a half life.

I would lay the world at your feet, Claire...

but I have nothing to give you.

I've heard there were Indians that will cut yer heart from yer chest.

Some can be friendly,

and some you'd do well to steer clear of.

It's a silver filling. He has to be someone like me.

- Will you marry me? - I'm not ready for this.

If you don't care enough to marry me,

then I don't care enough to have you in my bed.

This must be the most beautiful land I've ever seen.

We'd have to accept Governor Tryon's offer.

- Do ye trust me, Claire? - Always.

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Commendable decision on your part, Mr. Fraser.

One I dinna make lightly, Your Excellency.

Of course, what with 10,000 acres of his Majesty's land

at your disposal, a Herculean task lies before you.

A task I welcome, sir...

A chart of your land.

And my secretary can make arrangements for

Mistress Fraser to be accommodated here at Wilmington

while she awaits establishment of your new home.

It's generous of you to consider her, Your Excellency,

but, uh, she intends to accompany me

to help build Fraser's Ridge.

Well then, as you wish.

May God grant you the fortitude to overcome the hardships

you will undoubtedly face in the backcountry.

I assure you, sir,

she has a great deal of fortitude.

She's a healer.

She's seen war and plague.

- Couldna do it without her. - Mm.

You've found good men willing to settle there also?

I have my best man in Wilmington

putting out the word.

I would encourage you to, uh,

take your time choosing settlers.

It's very difficult to distinguish friend from foe.

So-called "Regulators" are stirring up trouble in the Piedmont...

Pitting themselves against my tax collectors.

Brandy?

- Aye. - Mm.

Aye, there's talk in the taverns.

Mm, men of shallow understanding,

who believe themselves the sovereign arbiters of right and wrong.

What is wrong is their disorderly conduct

and their continued failure to pay their taxes.

Can yer sheriffs not discourage them

from taking matters into their own hands?

Well, I believe that they too are exacerbating matters.

Some have proven to be dishonest.

The taxes are not reaching the treasurers.

I see. I'm sorry to hear it.

It's not your sympathy I want, Mr. Fraser.

I meant no... I'm simply grateful.

I gather you have supped with princes and paupers.

I have, Your Excellency.

It's said that the Highlander has much in common

with the Indian savage.

Do you think it so?

Savagery can exist in many forms, Your Excellency.

I've witnessed it in both prince and pauper.

Given your own worldly wisdom, I'm sure you'll agree that

those who live in defiance of His Majesty

are no better than barbarians.

And often, the law is not efficient in...

containing them.

Aye.

Well, there is the law,

and there is what is done.

I'm pleased we understand each other, Mr. Fraser.

An agreement with a gentleman is worth its weight in gold,

especially one who knows the world and its troubles.

Let's hope the world keeps its troubles

to itself, Your Excellency.

I admire your spirit, Mr. Fraser.

You're just the type of settler North Carolina needs.

That's the last of it.

- I'll take those, Auntie. - Ah, thank you, Ian.

Uh, could I buy some bread, cheese,

salt pork to take with us, please?

Aye.

I had a mind to prepare ye a basket of provisions,

only the thought of it...

I can barely speak of a supper

Without feeling as queasy as our time on the "Artemis."

You'll have me singing,

"Heave away, my Johnny, heave-a-way."

You should chew peppermint if you can find some.

And eat small meals often,

even if you're not hungry.

Hm.

And what's the matter?

I miss... my mother.

I ken ye don't care for her

and that there's bad blood betwixt ye,

but with a bairn coming...

I wish she was here wi' me.

It's not unusual to want your mother now.

If there's anything I can do...

That's verra kind of ye.

And there is no other healer I'd want by my side

if things were to go wrong...

Only, there's deliverin' a bairn,

and then there's raisin' one.

Your mother did a fine job raising you...

and I'm sure you'll do just as well.

Hey, I dinna want any settlers who may cause trouble.

I'll be careful in my selection.

Find Highlanders, if you're able,

and the men from Ardsmuir Prison.

They'll be hereabouts. Bring as many as are willing.

I'll look for them, Milord.

I, uh,

I trust things are well for you here.

- You have enough money? - Aye.

You must not worry yourself, Milord.

I've managed some work and with Marsali's sewing,

we've enough for now.

Well then, the wagon is loaded.

We will write to you the moment our bairn arrives.

And we'll have a fine cabin waiting for you.

The three of you can join us.

You have that faraway look in your eyes, Sassenach.

Ah, it's nothing. I just...

Marsali...

She's so radiant with child.

She's almost the same age as Brianna.

Sometimes, I...

Well, I worry...

that it was wrong to leave her.

You know, I don't remember much about my mother.

But I know I missed her dearly when I had Bree.

And now,

I won't be there for her.

Or a grandchild.

When I...

When I was without you,

I held onto thoughts of your face,

yer words, yer heart.

I clung to those memories when I didna want to stand

and I was thankful for them when I could.

Our daughter will do the same.

You go on, Uncle Jamie. I'll be fine.

Aye.

Dinna like heights that much, eh?

I'll never tire of this view.

If this were a painting...

People would say it wasn't real,

that the artist had imagined it.

Well, we're near enough ye might

speak with God Himself...

And compliment Him on His brush strokes.

He has a certain touch.

Where now, Auntie?

It's another 100 yards that way.

And then...

we have to turn to the south again.

We must have placed 100 posts!

Well, this is ours.

Wondrous, is it not?

"My country, 'tis of thee,

sweet land of liberty,

of thee I sing."

Poem from yer time?

It's a song called, "America."

It has the same melody as

"God Save Great George Our King."

Ye're telling me the Americans

stole it from King George and made it their own?

We did.

Ah...

Heartily applaud it, then...

Sing it for me, Sassenach.

No.

When you sing,

all proper and polite like ye're in church,

I must confess it makes me wanna do indecent things.

- Like what? - Where to begin?

Well, the beginning is always nice.

Well, maybe I'll press ye up against my...

Uncle Jamie, come here!

They're witness trees.

Governor Tryon spoke of them.

They mark the farthest boundary of our land.

This will be a sign to

all who pass that they're entering Fraser's Ridge.

Here.

Oh, Christ.

I wonder what animal left that. Maybe a raccoon?

Myers told me of such creatures.

It'd take a whole family of raccoons

to produce that amount.

No, there are much more dangerous animals

in North Carolina that could claim it.

Wolves?

Certainly none as friendly as Rollo.

Lions?

Try not to look so excited.

But yes, there are mountain lions.

Uh, they call them panthers in these parts.

And there are other wild animals... bears.

Though it might be a bit late in the year for them.

They hibernate.

They bed down for winter and sleep until spring.

What's got yer hackles up?

There's something behind us.

Claire, put the knife in my hand and get behind me.

What do they want, Uncle Jamie?

Suppose we'll find out.

They look like Cherokee.

The ones Myers dealt with seemed friendly.

- I'll go with ye. - Dinna move a hair.

Both of ye, stay by the rifles.

James Fraser.

I am James Fraser.

Why is it that grandmothers seem to be

in the habit of dying just when my students have an essay

on the poetry of the first World War to hand in?

Roger?

Hm?

Oh...

Sorry, Peter. I'm a bit distracted...

and busy.

Well, old chap, if you foresee an opening

in that chaotic diary of yours,

then join us for a scotch and a smoke.

- Mm. - Be like old times.

"Mount Helicon,

now known as Grandfather Mountain..."

"Settled in the 1770s by Highland Scots."

"One nearby settlement called Fraser's Ridge

provides yet another example of a Scottish name

in the surrounding area."

Good boy.

"Fraser's Ridge"?

Is that a cabin I see before me?

It will be, aye.

Unless ye'd want to live under

moss and grass the rest of yer days.

The front door, I presume?

Aye, facing south...

Catch the winter's sun.

What will that be there?

That will be a shed for meat.

We'll dig a shallow pit at the back,

filled with embers to smoke what we can.

Then we'll make a rack for drying.

Myers calls it "jerked" meat.

We called it "jerky" in Boston

and it's damned delicious.

Ian tied our stores up.

What meat we have will be kept there,

away from animals, till the shed's built.

- What will this be? - Oh.

Well, this... this will be your wee shed, Sassenach,

for your herbs and physician's knives and such.

And when we have settlers,

ye can bring patients here, if you wish.

- You've thought of everything. - Mm.

Christ, the pole's crooked.

The shed will be too.

I canna have a crooked shed.

I hardly think the deer carcasses will mind.

Uncle Jamie!

Uncle Jamie!

They've returned.

Get behind me.

Oh, my God.

- Hello? - Brianna?

- Roger? - Who is it?

Is it too early? Did I wake ye?

No, no, not at all. I'm up.

Gayle and I were just gonna head to a rally in the Common.

Roger?

Oh, my...

How, uh, how are you?

Is everything okay?

Aye, aye. I'm well.

And you?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

Just busy with school and all.

I was just thinking about you.

You were?

Yeah.

Just...

Wondering if you had a nice holiday.

Actually, it's next week, but it's not really a holiday.

I'm just heading up to Inverness

to get the last of the boxes from the house.

Fiona was kind enough to store them for me.

I, uh...

Brianna,

I have some news about your mother.

- My mother? - Aye.

Remember the wee book you gave me at the festival?

Well, I was flipping through it,

and I saw a line...

Uh, a-a single mention, really,

about a place called Fraser's Ridge.

So I wrote to the author to find out more.

And?

Claire found Jamie.

They were reunited.

They lived in North Carolina,

from about 1768 at a settlement

called Fraser's Ridge.

It's not far from Mount Helicon,

which is now called Grandfather Mountain.

The place where the festival was held?

Aye, the same mountain range.

- So they were early Americans? - Aye.

I have here in front of me a land grant showing Jamie

received 10,000 acres from the Governor of North Carolina.

You're kidding.

And a letter from a woman to her family in England

which mentions a James Fraser and, quote,

"his wife Claire, a healer."

Bree? Are you... are you there?

I'm here. I just...

Roger, I cannot tell you what this means to me.

Thank you for looking...

despite everything that happened.

Of course.

Well, I have essays to mark.

Yeah.

Good-bye, Brianna.

Good-bye.

Maybe we could build somewhere else.

We do have 10,000 acres.

No.

This is the place...

Close to the stream where the earth is tillable

and we're sheltered from the east wind.

Perhaps we should

move further away from the shared border, then.

Something as small as a wee line on a map

didna stop them today.

If they mean to be rid of us,

they'll come no matter where we settle on this ridge.

And from what ye've told me,

there are Indians all over these lands.

So, no matter where we settle, we'll have the same problem.

You remember the skull I showed you...

The Indian I saw?

I thought that perhaps he was the one who led us

back to each other,

guided us to this place.

What if it was a warning?

He's someone like me...

Someone from the future.

What if he knows that something bad happens here?

Ghost or not, Sassenach,

I canna tell ye what it is for me to feel

the rightness of this place.

Wasn't just yer ghost that brought us here.

The mountain spoke to me.

Trouble is,

I canna speak wi' this tribe, tell them I mean to honor

the boundary lines, be a considerate neighbor.

Mm-hmm.

Perhaps you should make a gesture of goodwill.

Aye.

I'll speak with John Quincy Myers in the morning.

Shh.

Rollo.

The Cherokee.

Where are they?

They took our meat!

They mean for us to starve.

Here.

It's Finley.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Uncle, look.

This isn't the Cherokee.

This is a bear.

A bear a-roaming, eh?

A fearful sight to behold if ever I saw one.

Doing more than roaming. It nearly cost me a horse.

Come to think of it, the Cherokee did tell me

they'd been visited by a Tskili Yona.

A what?

Tskili Yona.

"Yona" is their word for bear,

but "tskili," I'm less familiar with.

I gather it conjures a notion of "wickedness" or "evil."

An evil spirit in the form of a bear,

by my reckoning.

They believe it's a... a monster?

They certainly believe it's something more

than a mere bear.

You'll take that meat since you lost your provisions.

I didna come for charity. I came for counsel.

And I'll give you some.

Without food in your bellies,

your minds will be empty too.

Huh.

Claire tells me it's verra tasty.

You'll come by food again soon enough.

Threats from Cherokee, however...

Well, that's a matter as requires more thought.

By returning your boundary posts to you yesterday,

they've given you a message.

Hm.

They didna get all of them at least.

I was hoping to make them an offer,

but I dinna ken what exactly.

Tobacco is always welcomed.

And you're in luck...

I obtained a goodly amount from your aunt.

I'll be happy to oblige you a portion of it.

I'll only take it if you allow me to repay you.

And I shall take it to them at once,

but I dinna ken their customs.

How do you approach them?

When you enter, if you want to greet them with respect,

say, "Siyo ginali."

Siyo ginali.

Though the Cherokee are restless just now.

I'm known to them.

Perhaps it's best I take the tobacco to them on your behalf.

Maybe you're right. Thank you, John.

Truth be told, that bear may have been a stroke of fortune.

I'd put off building your cabin until this matter is resolved.

The Cherokee gave you a warning.

Next time they might not be so courteous.

Uncle Jamie will be pleased.

It's a good catch...

Apart from the leviathan that tore through the net.

You mended it yet?

Aye, almost.

Oh.

Good hand for it.

Well, it's akin to knitting.

Ma taught me well.

Ye've to be wary of yer stitches...

Too close together and ye'll soon run out of yarn.

Too far apart, and ye'll be walking around

with holes where ye dinna want them.

I never learned how to knit.

That canna be. Everyone kens how to clickit.

I can sew a dress or a wound,

but knitting is not something I was ever taught.

What'd ye do for winter stockings in Boston then?

I bought them.

Everyone at Lallybroch knits

from the time they can hold a needle.

- Even Jamie? - Aye.

Uncle Jamie knitted me a fine pair of stockings for my baptism.

I'd be happy to teach ye.

When I get my hands on a skein of wool,

I'll have ye knitting in no time at all.

At the moment, I'd better get these ready to cook.

Aye.

I'll look in on Finley.

Do ye suppose the bear might still be roaming about?

Uh, with any luck, he's gone back to sleep.

But be careful all the same.

Aye. You too.

Come, Rollo.

A shame we canna eat wood or we'd have our supper.

Well, fortunately,

we've plenty of trout.

Ye ken of easier ways of catching fish.

With that bear around,

I thought I'd see if I remembered how to shoot.

Seems ye havena forgotten much.

Dinna think ye packed yer powder well enough.

I've always marveled how soldiers could do that

in the heat of battle.

Aye, it's one thing when ye've all the time in the world...

But when your enemy's charging at ye...

it's a different matter entirely.

Uncle Jamie?

- I don't see it. - Aye.

Maybe we scared it off?

Rollo?

What have ye got?

That's human.

Here!

- Myers. - What's he doing here?

The bear.

He's been mauled.

Tskili... Yona...

Tskili Yona...

Tskili Yona.

He looks so pale.

I need my medical kit.

We have to get him back to the shelter now!

Tskili Yona.

Tskili Yona...

He has severe muscle damage. Ian, hold this.

Apply pressure.

- Where are you going? - It's still close.

You'll get yourself killed.

Well, if I don't go after it, it'll come back.

- I'll go with you. - No.

Stay here and help your auntie. You understand?

Aye.

I'd have to tie off his blood vessels.

Hm?

He's been bitten.

Well, what is it?

It wasn't a bear.

Siyo... ginali.

You killed him?

I did.

Tskili Yona. Tskili Yona.

He's only a man...

not a monster.

Oftentimes, man is monster.

- You knew he was a man? - Yes.

He lived among us. He was once a great warrior.

But no more?

He harmed his woman one year ago.

He laid with her against her wishes.

That is not our way, so he was banished,

to live alone in the woods with no Cherokee.

He did not accept this.

He returned to us again and again,

but we would not see him.

So he went deep into the woods,

and his mind was lost forever.

Took the form of a bear.

He became Tskili.

He came to us again this year...

Destroying shelters, stealing food,

but we could not kill what was already dead to us.

Now there will be no more trouble from him.

And from you?

Will there be trouble for me... for my family?

Death follows white men

like the Great Spirit follows Aniyunwiya.

I'm not Tskili.

My family and I wish to live peacefully.

I give ye my word.

Try to walk a bit every day.

It'll help keep your strength up.

I'll do whatever you say, Mistress.

I owe you my life.

We all do...

I didn't wish for you to be digging a burying ground

before building your cabin.

Ye're welcome to remain wi' us until ye're well.

Our chief, Nawohali.

He prays that no more blood is spilled between us.

That is our wish as well.

Yona dihi.

"Yona dihi"?

It means "bear killer."

That is how you will be known to our people.

"Bear killer"?

Join us.

- Please. - I'm Giduhwa.

This is my husband's grandmother, Adawehi.

I'm Claire.

She had a dream about you.

The moon was in the water,

and you became a white raven.

You flew over the water and swallowed the moon.

The white raven flew back

and laid an egg in the palm of her hand.

The egg split open,

and there was a shining stone inside.

She knew this was great magic,

that the stone could heal sickness.

She's a healer.

A very powerful healer.

My husband's grandmother says that

you have medicine now,

but you will have more.

When your hair is white like snow,

you will have wisdom beyond time.

You must not be troubled.

Death is sent from the gods.

It will not be your fault.

I'm not sure I understand.

Come.

I think this is the last of them.

Thanks for storing them for me.

What do you think?

It's very...

aye...

So, have you spoken to her?

For all of five minutes a week ago.

It's a start.

First time since...?

Since my proposal, aye.

And? How did it go?

Fine... no, I'm not sure if she was happy to hear from me

or if it was the news I'd found that her mother,

um...

Took a trip and found a lost love of hers.

You mean when she went back in time to find Jamie Fraser?

Back in...

What do you mean?

These walls are no as thick as you think.

I heard ye in the study with Claire and Brianna,

speaking of the legendary Highlander.

Granny was a caller at the stones.

She led the dances.

I ken all the stories of people disappearing.

So ye knew? All this time?

Aye.

I suspected that it would

take its toll on Brianna...

Parting from her mother.

Aye, she couldn't stop worrying about whether Claire found him,

so I kept looking until I found some proof she had.

Brianna must have been thrilled.

Aye, she was.

I thought it might be a new beginning, or...

something, but then...

Ye havena heard from her.

At least she knows.

What?

I wasna sure if I should show you.

Granny used to help the Reverend with his research.

I have some of her papers that

I came across when Ernie and I were unpacking.

- An obituary? - Aye.

This...

"It is with grief that the news is received of

the deaths by fire of James Mackenzie Fraser...

and his wife in a conflagration that

destroyed the home

on the settlement of Fraser's Ridge."

The date's smudged...

21st of January, 1770-something.

They received the land in 1768.

So that means some time in the next 12 years,

they die.

For all we know, they died two years after

receiving their land.

They might not have lived to see it become America.

Brianna will be devastated.

I can't tell her.

But shouldn't she know the truth?

Her mother's dead, Rog...

She's been dead, Fi,

for over 200 years.

Brianna knows that much.

This...

This will just break her heart all over again.

Aye.

I supposed ye're right.

What are you doing?

Carrying my wife over the threshold.

And this'll be the door,

lined with hides to keep out the cold.

Ah, and over here,

we'll have a wee pantry and a hearth,

where I'll perform a hearth blessing.

Perhaps you should start sooner rather than later.

We need all the help we can get.

Hm.

We'll build shelves for our books,

have candles so we can read at night.

We could put a fine table

in the middle for our dinners.

And over there will be our bed...

Facing east so we can watch every sunrise.

It's perfect.

Hello?

Hello, this is Roger Wakefield.

Um, may I speak with Brianna Randall?

This is Gayle, her roommate.

Is this... the Roger?

Uh, it is I.

Is she at home?

No, no, she's not.

She didn't tell you?

Tell me what?

She went to Scotland.

To Scotland? Why?

To visit her mother.

How long ago?

A couple of weeks ago.

Thought you two would've seen each other by now.

Roger?

Hello?

Um, thanks, Gayle.

I'll... try her again.

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