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No. No.

Jamie!

Wake up!

Enough, damn it.

Come on, you lazy dog!

Has my knock grown so feeble,

or have yer marriage duties

made ye sluggish?

Mistress.

There must be good reason for this visit.

Aye, lad, there is.

The Duke of Sandringham has arrived
to take counsel with the laird.

He's taken up residence in Merlewood House.

This is my chance, then.

Hell, the Duke has always been partial to me.

Some would say too much so.

I'm not about to offer up my hindquarters.

But His Grace wields
a fair amount of power in court,

and if so inclined,
he could lift the price on my head.

Aye, it's worth the asking.

Though he's not a man
to grant a favor lightly.

It's not a favor I'm asking.

I'm an innocent man seeking justice.

Justice, from the Duke of Sandringham?

The name's familiar to ye?

I've heard it before.

Jamie, if I tell you something,
do you promise not to ask how I know?

I told ye I'd never ask you for
anything ye dinna wish to tell me.

Yes, I promise.

The Duke, you mustn't trust him.

You mean his fondness for other men?
I ken all about that.

He visited here when I was 16 or so.

Very attentive to me he was,
but that's as far as it went.

I wasn't aware. That's not it.

The Duke is a close ally
of Black Jack Randall.

Did Randall tell ye that?

- You promised.
- I made no such pledge.

We'll both be respecting yer wishes
on that account.

A friend of Jack Randall's
can be no friend of yours.

Perhaps, before you approach the Duke,

it might be worth having a word
with Ned Gowan.

Get his advice in light of this information.

Aye.

I'll talk to the lawyer.

But, Claire,

ye must realize what this means.

This is my first real opportunity
to gain a pardon.

I can finally return home to Lallybroch.

Take my rightful place
as laird of Broch Tuarach.

And you can be my lady.

We'd be happy there, I know we would.

As do I.

Look, laddie, as it stands now,
ye're wanted for murder.

Ye can deny this from now till Judgment Day,

but it's yer word against Captain Randall.

And even with the Duke's backing,

I fear that there is no
way that a British judge

will take yer word over that of
one of His Majesty's officers.

Even if my words speak the truth?

Truth or lies
have very little to do with the law.

Hmm.

Then there's nothing to be done.

No, no, no, no, no. Don't be
so quick to surrender yer position.

You tell me the Duke has
close ties to Black Jack?

Well, if that's true,
we may be able to prove to the Duke

that friendship with such a villain
is more dangerous than it's worth.

If ye have something on yer mind,
Ned Gowan, then speak it.

I can draw up a petition of complaint,

accusing Randall of crimes
against the Scottish people,

yer wife included,

and of transgressing His Majesty's laws.

If you can convince the Duke of Sandringham

to deliver that document

to the Lord President
of the Court of Session,

that could lead to a court martial
for Black Jack.

Or at the very least, a reassignment
far from Scottish soil.

Court martial? Reassignment?

Can they not just hang the bastard?

Sweating out the rest of his military
career in some West Indies hellhole

would be a far greater punishment.

With Randall in disgrace, I believe
I can take Jamie's case to court

and win him a general pardon.

I just feel like a complete...

Here, let me help ye put it on.

It's so lovely. I hate to dirty it.

Claire, do you see

what my darling granddaughter here
has stitched for me?

Is it not the most beautiful thing
ye ever laid eyes on?

Mrs. Fitz, would you mind
giving us a few moments?

Laoghaire and I have something to discuss.

Aye.

Well, I can see by your face
it's a serious matter.

Can I be of some help?

No, thank you.
This is between Laoghaire and myself.

All right, then.

I'll be just outside if ye need me.

Come on, girls.

Shoo.Shoo.

If ye have something to say, say it.
I have chores to tend to.

Look familiar?

Why should it?

Because you placed it under my bed.

What cause would I have to do such a thing?

Look, I know
you have deep feelings for Jamie,

and that when tender regard
is denied, it can be very hurtful,

especially in one so young as yourself.

I even understand why your jealousy
would be directed at me,

even though I never conspired
to take Jamie from you.

The truth is
he was never yours to begin with.

That's a lie.

Jamie Fraser was and is mine.

And you did us both a wrong past
bearing when you stole him away.

You're mistaken, child.

My poor Jamie,
trapped in a loveless marriage,

forced to share his bed
with a cold English bitch.

He must have to get himself
swine drunk every night

before he can stand to plow your field.

I shouldn't have done that.

Sorry.

Aye, I did put that ill-wish 'neath yer bed

in the hope it would make Jamie
hate ye as much as I do.

He belongs with me,
and one day, it will be so.

Well, I hope the price you paid
wasn't too dear,

because that will never happen.

Ye're wrong.

Ye're wrong about Jamie just as
ye're wrong about yer friend Geillis.

It was she who sold me the ill-wish.

That surprises ye, doesn't it?

Good.

Just stay away from me and my husband.

If you're looking for my wife, she's not here.

Wench never is when I need her.

Raw turnips never agree with me.
I could use some of my wife's tonic.

Oh! Stuff and nonsense!

My sweet lamb, where are you?

Here, fennel should give him
some temporary relief.

Damn it all,
Jeanie, bring me my chamber pot.

Go on, on you go!

- I should be going.
- By Christ's heaven, you should!

It be a full moon tonight.

Seek Mistress Duncan in the woods,

north of the foothills
in the hours before dawn.

Jeanie!

The chamber pot, damn you!

Release.

Goddess...

Earth Mother.

Open the gates.

I praise thee.

Rise from the fires.

You can come out now, Claire.

I thought I heard a rustling in the bushes.

But then again, I always like
to imagine someone's watching me.

You could have joined me, you know.

But you English are a prudish people.

It's really quite nice, in spite of the chill.

Yes, you looked like
you were enjoying yourself just fine.

'Twas the icy wind
whispering over my nipples.

Makes them harden like acorns.

So I can see.

And you're pregnant.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

It's been my own special secret
for months now.

Not even Arthur knows.

You must be joking, surely.

How's that possible?

I don't recall him
ever seeing my unclothed body.

Certainly not in daylight.

I thought you two
weren't having intimate relations.

We're not.

I have a lover.

Anyone I know?

Aye.

Well, must I guess?

It's Dougal MacKenzie.

I know what ye're thinking.

I'm married to another man.

A child would certainly be awkward.

The bairn won't be born for months yet.

Plenty of time
for the summoning to prove fruitful.

Is that what I witnessed?

A summoning, what, of some pagan spirit?

Mother Nature, of course,

to ask for our freedom, Dougal's and mine.

Claire, I must ask ye to keep my secrets.

Not tell anyone.

Not just about the child,
about what you saw tonight.

I understand.

I knew ye would.

Come on, let's put out the fires.

I promise ye, Claire,
if I'd known it was for you,

I would have never sold Laoghaire
the ill-wish.

Ye could do a lot worse to me if ye wanted,

now that I've shared all my secrets with you.

Look, I have no wish to do you harm.

You're my friend.

The only one I've made
since I've arrived here,

in this part of Scotland.

I feel much the same.

If it wasn't for you and my darling Dougal...

Beautiful, is it not?

Dougal gave you this?

The Duke of Sandringham
himself presented it to him

for that slag of a wife, Maura.

A trinket like this would be
wasted on the likes of her.

So he gave it to me.

Dougal's married?

Aye.

But his wife has been holed up
in that estate of theirs for years.

She's not one for public gatherings.

Don't blame her,
she with such a homely countenance.

You say it was a present from the Duke?

But I thought he came to see Colum?

Hmm.

He meets with Colum,

but it's Dougal he's fond of.

At first, I found it puzzling.

An English Lord,
a friend of Black Jack Randall,

on such good terms with a
known Jacobite like Dougal MacKenzie.

But then I remembered something
that Frank had said.

Your ancestor had a prominent
and powerful man

who could protect him
from the censure of his superiors.

Yes, possibly.

It would had to have been someone
high up in the hierarchy of the time

to exert that kind of influence.

Oh, aye.

What about the Duke of Sandringham?

- The Duke of Sandringham.
- Hold on.

Wasn't Sandringham
a suspected Jacobite himself?

Aye. You know, I believe you're right.

Now, that's odd.

Odd indeed,
but well worth keeping in mind.

What was that?

Nothing.

No, listen, it's a baby.

Claire, that's a fairy hill.

That baby is no human child,
that's a changeling.

What the hell are you talking about?

When the fairies steal a human child away,

they leave one of their own in its place.

You know it's a changeling
because it doesn't thrive and grow.

- That's just superstitious nonsense.
- Claire!

If ye leave a changeling out
overnight in such a place,

the wee folk will come and take it back

and return the child they've stolen.

They won't, because it's not
a changeling, it's just a sick child.

It might very well not survive
a night out in the open.

I have to go.

You go yourself, then, and good luck to you.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, you poor child.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Sassenach.

I came up here,

but I was too late.

The baby was already gone.

They just left it out here to die.

Aye.

I know.

You've a kind heart,

but ye've no idea what ye're dealing with.

Show.

Come.

Been looking all over for ye.

I met Geillis Duncan on the road.

She told me where ye were.

It's dangerous to be out here
alone, Sassenach.

Don't tell me you believe in fairies
and changelings and all that.

It's not about what I believe.

These people,

they've never been more than a day's
walk from the place they were born.

They hear no more of the world

than what Father Bain tells them
in the kirk on a Sunday.

And for the parents of that child,

it might comfort them a bit to think
it's the changeling that died.

And think of their own child,
healthy and well,

living forever with the fairies.

Take me home.

According to Ned, how did he put it?

"Randall's repeated sexual provocation

"of a high-born Englishwoman
is a black mark impossible to erase."

That's good, isn't it?

Hmm.

Sign yer name, just below mine.

I know ye have yer doubts
about Sandringham.

Well, I don't question the truth of them,

but ye have to try, Claire.

For us.

For Lallybroch.

Scotland.

I suppose it will have to do.

Well, don't just sit there.

Scribble.

I'm sorry, madam, you were saying?

Captain Jonathan Randall.

Yes, of course. The petition of complaint.

By Christ, a petition of complaint
against Captain Randall? Poppycock!

I'm told

that said Captain is one of
the finest officers in the regiment.

Come... Let me see
this abominable document.

My husband will be presenting it
to you later today.

Ah.

So, Lord Broch Tuarach has sent you
along to soften me up,

to play on my well-known sympathies
for the weaker sex?

I can assure you, Your Grace,
Jamie has no idea I'm here.

Nor would he approve if he did.

By my word.

He's picked a feisty wife.

I would expect nothing less of the lad.

Make no mistake, I am very fond of Jamie,

but I'm afraid I must refuse
this outrageous proposal.

Will you go away?

I understand your reluctance.

To turn against one's friend is no easy thing.

Friend? I hardly know the man.

Even if it were so, what of it?

An English nobleman befriending
one of His Majesty's

most valued officers,

that's scarcely inimical
to either of our reputations.

Look, my dear,
you're a most alluring woman,

and I'm sure you will bear Jamie
many beautiful children,

but my time is not my own these days.

So many goings-on.

I certainly have no time
to review these libelous falsities.

That's very good.

Write that down, would you?
"Libelous falsities."

Forgive me, I'm thinking of writing a book.

Aphorisms of the Most Worthy
and Most Witty,

Clarence Marylebone III,
Duke of Sandringham.

- Memorable.
- Now, then.

I believe you've said what you came to say?

Before I go, there is one question
I hope you'll answer.

How could I refuse
just one question to so fair a lady?

How much Jacobite gold did
Dougal MacKenzie pass along to you?

Madam, it's a dangerous thing
to hurl slanderous charges

with such reckless abandon.

They're only slanderous if untrue.

You determined to make me your enemy?

On the contrary, I need you as my friend.

And I trust my friendship,

no matter how lowly obtained,

is preferable to a date with the
gallows as a traitor to your King.

Has anyone ever told you,
you have the most gorgeous neck?

It holds your head so prettily.

I'd hate to see them parted.

Mark that.

I don't want to be over-hasty about Jamie.

I'm really so fond of him.
He's such a good lad, stout-hearted.

His grievances deserve to be heard.

To petitions of complaint.

I look forward to helping your husband

to restore his good name.

Claire!

Claire!

The laird is asking for ye.

It's Dougal.

He's just learned that his wife's
perished from a sudden illness

and he's gone raging drunk.

Well, how? What happened?

A fever it was.

The messenger said
it consumed her in a day.

Burned her up as if by fire.

Well, what does Colum want me to do?

Soothe the mad beast
with one of those sedatives of yours.

Get back.

Get back!

No!

Did you bring some potion
to muzzle this idiot?

Yes. Do you have something to put it in?

Dire mischance
the day she wedded me.

Poor lass.

It's my fault, all of it.

All my fault!

Stay back! All of ye!

Or I'll slice yer ears!

Hey!

Away.

Or I'll strike yer head from yer shoulders.

Easy, man.

I just... I just seek to slake my thirst.

Ave, ave. aye.

Aye.

I'd drown my sorrows if I could.

This will quiet him down.

How're you going to get him to take it?

What makes you think he'd refuse?

Get off me!

Come on!

Hey! Come on!

To the fair Maura!

May God watch over her.

Not even a blind man
would think she was bonnie,

but she deserved better than me.

Hard-pressed to stand.

Don't be leaving him lying
on the floor there. Lift him up.

Watch over him.

I will deal with the sodden fool
when he regains sobriety!

Easy.

If ye drop him, I'll have yer balls.

Claire.

Have you heard about Maura?

Can you believe it?

Yes, I've heard.

Though it doesn't put
the same smile on my face,

if that's what you're hoping.

It's a tragedy, no doubt.

God rest her soul.

But surely ye won't begrudge me
a wee bit of celebration?

After all, my prayers have been answered.

You don't really believe

it had anything to do
with that summoning of yours, do you?

I don't know that it did,
and I don't know that it did not.

And neither do you.

I know it's a coincidence.
A sad one and nothing more.

Believe what you will.

Now Dougal and I can be together.

I think your husband might have
something to say about that.

What the hell are the MacDonalds doing

visiting the Duke of Sandringham?

I had no idea

my acquaintanceship with Captain
Randall was such common knowledge.

Well, know it we do.

And I have no doubt it's whispered about

in Your Majesty's court as well.

Our Majesty's court, you mean, of course.

Leave us, Minou.

Leave.

Damn that Randall!

I must admit that shielding him

from the consequences of his misdeeds

sometimes feels like a full-time occupation.

And I loathe work.

But it will require a good deal of delicacy.

After all, I must damn the Captain
without damning myself.

Of course.

It could be done.

However, Jamie,

favors must be returned in kind.

If I scrub your back,

I'd expect you to see
that mine was equally spotless.

I've been challenged to a duel.

By the MacDonalds, you mean?

Ah, you saw them leave the house, yes?

Andrew MacDonald.

Some nonsense about an unpaid debt.

I've never been able to
turn my back on a game of maw.

Pity I'm not better at it.

Anyway, this is an affair of honor.

Shots will be exchanged,
but I understand no one will be hurt.

Hmm.

When the MacDonalds are involved,

there's always a chance
that blood will be spilt.

Yes, I know the MacDonalds
and MacKenzies are sworn enemies,

but this is not a clan matter.

I myself will be in the line of fire.

All that I require from Jamie
is that he appears as my second.

Alas, my servants are chosen
for their beauty,

not their belligerence.

You, of course, contain within you

a sublime combination of the two.

This is no good, Jamie.
This is a MacDonald matter.

You need to stay out of it.

You suggested I approach Sandringham
in the first place.

I'd have kept my mouth shut if I knew
he'd lead ye to the MacDonalds.

I'm not feeling blithe about it myself,

but if I back out now,

I lose my chance
to return to Lallybroch a free man.

There will be other chances.

Can you swear to it?
Better than the one afore me?

Well, it's a risk I have to take.

Clan MacKenzie welcomes
our longtime friend and ally,

His Grace, the Duke of Sandringham.

It is our honor to share our bounty with him.

Always a pleasure to visit Clan MacKenzie!

God bless Scotland!

God bless the King.

They make quite the trio.

Aye, certainly.

Colum and the Duke appear to be
in fine spirits.

Let me guess, this must be Mrs. Fraser?

Claire,

allow me to introduce His Grace,
the Duke of Sandringham.

An honor, madam.

Jamie, if you wouldn't mind
getting me something to drink

while the Duke and I get better acquainted?

Of course. Excuse me.

You bastard.

You had to get your pound of flesh,
didn't you?

Merely a quid pro quo.
You're familiar with the term?

Simply means "this for that."

Well, if anything happens to Jamie
during your little duel,

quid pro quo.

Your concern for your husband
is commendable,

but may I point out that it is I

that will be faced with
the disagreeable end of a pistol.

So you'd better hope
that nothing happens to me,

or this petition of your husband's
will never reach London.

Help me turn him to his side.
I think he's choking!

Put him back down.

I reluctantly searched the crowd
for my friend.

However, what I found
was anything but a grieving widow.

It was then I noticed traces
of a peculiar odor.

Bitter almonds.

The same smell you'd find
resulting from a dose of cyanide.

And I knew straightaway what had
caused Arthur Duncan's sudden demise.

He'd been poisoned.

Gentlemen, upon my count, five paces,
if ye please.

One. Two.

Three. Four.

Five. Halt.

Mark yer places.

Combatants, take yer positions.

Combatants, you will fire

upon the dropping of the handkerchief.

Are you ready?

Aim your weapons.

Steady, steady.

Does the Duke of Sandringham offer
his apology for non-payment of debt?

I do.

And does Andrew MacDonald accept
said apology?

I do.

Jesus Christ...

Then this affair is concluded.

Let's drink to friendship.

Honor observed and restored.

- Honor is a poor substitute for coin.
- Aye.

I, for one, refuse to drink with mollies.

Off with ye, go and couple together
like the filthy dogs ye are!

Sir, order your boys to hold their tongues.

Let it go, lads. Mind yer manners.

Father, the man rents a great house
but canna pay an honest debt?

Tell me, is the Duke's fat arse
as comforting as a woman's cunny?

Aye, is yours stretched
like some crone's sagging teats?

I said enough, ye whelps.

Come, come, Jamie, let's not descend
to calling of names.

Aye, into the woods, you go.

To find a fallen log to bend each other over!

Is it true the MacDonalds learn
of love by rutting with their mother?

Buggering sodomite!

Alexander!

So sorry, I'm so desperately sorry.

Nothing to be alarmed about.
Merely a scratch.

Do tell your wife it wasn't my fault.

And now, I'm afraid, I must be on my way.

A duel is one thing,
a common brawl, quite another.

Concern yourself not.

I shall honor my side of the bargain.

'Tiss but one more scar, Sassenach.

Nothing worth brooding over.

And the Duke did take the petition.

That's cause for a bit of celebrating.

Now perhaps it is better to wait

until closer to our leaving.

Ye're not normally
a closed-mouth woman, Claire.

I expected noisier displeasure.

But quiet anger can be very effective.

Jamie, the laird is asking for you.

You will return to your home
and attend to your wife's funeral.

And at home you will remain
until I send for you.

Ye're exiling me.

- How long?
- Until you come to your senses.

If you are even capable of such a thing.

Ye're asking me to do what I canna.

I'm not asking ye to do anything,
you half-wit, I am ordering you!

I will not spurn Geillis Duncan.

Oh, neither would her husband,
and you see what she did to him!

That bloated bastard's been dying for years.

By Christ, ye actually love the bitch.

Or ye're an even bigger numskull
than I thought.

I do love her.

And with just cause.

Brother,

she's carrying my child.

- Yer child?
- Aye.

Yer child?

What, need I tell ye
how children are conceived?

No, no, no, no, no.

It's Arthur Duncan's child.

Just as Hamish is my child.

Aye.

And if ye think ye're going to be
marrying that evil temptress,

ye're very sadly mistaken, sadly so.

Ye will leave this castle today.

Angus, Rupert and this one,
they will accompany you.

You haud yer gab.

You will speak when you are spoken to.

Now, on no account will ye stop
and say goodbye to yer whore.

After the funeral, you and yer companions,

ye can do whatever ye like.

Ye can drink
and fornicate yerselves to oblivion,

but you will do it
on yer home ground, not mine.

Um.

Do ye not even have a nod

to acknowledge the orders of yer laird?

Jamie Fraser.

How dare you shed MacDonald blood
without my approbation!

I had no desire
to cross swords with the MacDonalds,

but the Duke of Sandringham requested
that I accompany him as payment

- for his aid in winning...
- l'm not interested in yer stories,

yer plots, yer bloody wounds!

- I'm sorry if I have disappointed ye.
- Disappointed me?

No disrespect was intended.

But if you think so poorly of me,

ye'll be pleased to ken I'll soon be
returning to my home at Lallybroch.

In time, ye can do what ye want,

but not until I give my permission.

Now, until then,
ye'll stick close to my brother.

You see to it that he follows
my orders in all matters.

And just so that I know that
yer mind is focused on my wishes,

ye'll leave that wife of yours here.

I see no reason...

Ye flap that tongue at me again, lad,
I'll have it cut out at the root!

Now go.

I hate that you're traveling
with an open wound

and I won't be there to tend to you.

No need to fret, lass,

ye already packed me
enough fresh bandages

to cover me from face to feet.

Claire.

Afore I go, I'll advise ye
to stay well clear of Geillis Duncan.

Do you think
Colum intends to punish her, too?

His wrath will be aimed in her direction next.

Loveless or not,

her marriage to the fiscal kept her safe.

With Arthur gone,
there'll be no one to protect her

from her own reputation.

Now with Dougal being sent away...

Aye.

There'll be no one to save her
from Colum's ire.

Stay away from her, Claire.

Kiss your bride goodbye, Jamie.

The others await us.

I want to put some hard miles between
me and my brother before nightfall.

These are dangerous times,
mo nighean donn.

Be careful.

I will.

I said kiss her, dinna swallow her.

Come back to me, James Fraser.

As soon as I can.

I'm sorry, my dear.
Didn't mean to bother you.

Thought a wee bit of salve might help.

It's no bother.

I do wish you'd take more care
around the ovens.

That's the second burn this week.

I'd call that a very good week.

Ooh, now.

Dinna fash yerself,

it's not a permanent situation, ye ken.

Jamie will appease his laird best he can

and be back in his good graces in no time.

In your arms, as well.

Thank you, Mrs. Fitz.

Auntie.

Madam Fraser.

A letter has arrived for you, madam,

from the village.

Hah.

Geillis, I came as quickly as I could.

Claire.

- Your letter.
- What letter?

The one you sent.

'Twas not me who sent it.

Suspect someone's playing a prank
on you, Claire.

I was just about to go downstairs to dinner.

Jeanie, ye can set the table for two.

Geillis, this is no prank.

I've no time for dinner and neither do you.

You must leave here now.

Leave? And go where?

Wherever you choose. I don't care.

Well, that's a comfort.

In that case, I'll remain here.

Geillis, drop the pretense.

I know you poisoned your husband
and I'm not the only one.

What a thing to say, Claire.

It's positively cruel.

Not as cruel as Colum will be.

If you care for your baby,

then you will pack some belongings
and you will flee here.

We can argue the "why" of it later.

Your concern touches my heart,
but it's misplaced.

Is it?

Open up!

- Who's there?
- Open the door now!

It's the warden.

Mistress?

There are wardens here to see ye!

Open this door now!

Do not let her answer that door.

You can escape through the kitchen.
I'll see to the packing.

I'll meet you in the glade later tonight.

Flee my own house?
Like a thief in the night?

- I won't have it.
- Open this door now!

This is official business!

We demand to see Mistress Duncan
right away.

- Open up!
- Mistress!

Dougal will never allow
anything to happen to me.

To us.

Jeanie!

Let them in!

Geillis Duncan!

He made me a promise.

Take us to your mistress.

The man loves me to death.

Geillis Duncan,
ye're under arrest for witchcraft.

- Under whose orders?
- Well, lookie here.

The other sorceress.

It's the thieves' hole for the both of ye.

What on earth have I done?

You'll hear all about it at the trial.

Let's go.

Get your hands off me!

Stop! Get off me!

Ye'll not be casting any spells on us tonight.

Aye, ye're a feisty little witch,
I'll give ye that.

Hah! Yah!

Ripped By mstoll