All language subtitles for Outlander.S01E10.1080p.BluRay.x264-ROVERS

♪ 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 ♪

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, eh?

Mistress.

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.

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 ask,

but 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,

will you promise not to ask how I know?

I told ye I'd never ask ye for anything

ye didn't wish to tell me.

Yes, I promise.

The Duke, you mustn't trust him.

Oh, ye 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 ye approach the Duke,

it might be worth having
a word with Ned Gowan,

get his advice in light
of this information.

Aye. Aye, I'll talk to the lawyer.

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 ye can be my lady.

We'd be happy there.

I know we would.

As do I.

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.

Then there's nothing to be done.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't be so quick to
surrender yer position.

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

- Mm-hmm. - 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 ye 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.

A 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.

Clever.

- So beautiful.
- Lord, have mercy.

I just feel like I could greet!

Here, let me help ye with that one.

Oh, it's so lovely. I hate to dirty it.

Claire, do ye see what ma
darling granddaughter here

has stitched fer me?

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

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

Laoghaire and I have something to discuss.

Aye.

And I can see by yer 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 ye did us both a wrong past
bearing when ye 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 of a night

before he can stand to plow yer 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.

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.

Ow!

Raw turnips never agree with me.

I could use some of my wife's tonic.

Oh! Stuff and nonsense!

Oh, my sweet lamb, where are ye?

Ah, ah, ah.

Oh!

Here, fennel...

That should give him some temporary relief.

Oh, 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.
- Oh!

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.

Ye 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.

Ye could have joined me, ye know,

but ye 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 'em 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.

Ye 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've 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.

Um, 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 ye 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 ye,

I would've 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 ye.

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 ye
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.

And you say it was a present from the Duke?

But I-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
have to have been someone

high up in the hierarchy of the town

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, ye know, I believe ye'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.

Ye 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'll come and take it back

and return the child they have stolen.

They won't.

This is not a changeling.
It's just a sick child.

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

I have to go.

Ye go yerself, then, and good luck to ye.

Oh, god.

Oh!

Oh, god!

Oh, you poor child.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Sassenach.

I came up here.

I was too late.

The baby was already gone.

They just left it out here to die.

Aye.

Aye, I know.

Ye have a kind heart,

but ye have 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-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.

For the parents of that child,

it might comfort them a bit

to think it's the changeling that died,

to 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 highborn English
woman is a black mark

impossible to erase."

It's good, isn't it?

Mm-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...

I have to try, Claire, for us...

For the Lallybroch.

Scotland...

I suppose it'll have to do.

Well, don't just sit there. Scribble.

I'm sorry, madam, you were saying?

Captain Jonathan Randall.

Oh, 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 on, then, let me see
this abominable document.

My husband will be presenting
it to you later today.

Ahh.

So lord of 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.

Oh, 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 are
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.

Oh, 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 can 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.

Oh, they're only slanderous if untrue.

Are 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 was 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.

How? What happened?

A fever, it was.

The matron just said it
consumed her in a day.

Burned her up as if by fire.

What does Colum want me to do?

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

Die!

Get back!

Get back!

No!

Did ye 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, eh?

Aye, aye, aye.

Aye.

I'd drown my sorrows if I could.

This will quiet him down.

How are you going to get him to take it?

What makes ye think he'd refuse?

Get off!

Get off me!

Come on!

Come on!

Get up! Hey!

To the fair Maura!

Maura.

Oh, me god...

Watch over her.

Aye.

Not even a blind man would
think she was bonny...

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 ye heard about Maura?

Can ye 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 is a tragedy, no doubt.

God rest her soul.

But surely ye wouldn'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 ye 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 yer
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.

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, ye 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.

Mm. When the MacDonald are involved,

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

Yes, I know the MacDonald 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 MacDonald.

I'm not feeling blithe about it, myself,

but if I back out now,

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

There'll be other chances.

Will ye swear to it?

Yer 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.

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, madame.

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?

It 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.

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.

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 you 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 yers 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 ye go,

to find a fallen log
to bend each other over.

Is it true the MacDonald learn of love

by rutting with their mother?

- Buggering sodomite!
- Alexander!

Aah!

Ah... Ah...

So sorry, I'm so desperately sorry.

Dear me. Oh, nothing to be alarmed about.

Merely a scratch.

Do tell your wife it wasn't my fault,

and... 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.

Tis but one more scar, sassenach.

Nothing worth brooding over.

And the Duke did take the petition.

That's cause for a bit of celebrating.

Ah, perhaps it is better to wait

until closer to our leaving.

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

I expected noisier displeasure.

But quiet anger can be very effective.

Jamie, the... the laird is asking for ye.

Ye will return to yer home and
attend to yer wife's funeral.

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

Ye're exiling me. How long?

Until ye come to yer senses,

if you are even capable of such a thing.

Ye're asking me to do what I canna.

I'm not asking you to do anything,

ye half-wit!

I am ordering you!

I will not spurn Geillis Duncan.

Oh, neither would her husband,
and ye see what she did to him.

That bloated bastard's
been dying for years.

By Christ, ye actually love the bitch.

Oh, ye're an even bigger
numbskull than I thought.

I do love her, and with just cause.

Brother, she's carrying my child.

Yer child?

- Aye.
- Yer child?

Do I need to tell ye how
children are conceived?

No, no, no, no, no, 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'll leave this castle today.

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

Ye hold yer gab... ye will
speak when ye are spoken to.

Now, on no account will ye stop
and say good-bye to yer whore.

After the funeral, you
and yer companions, oh,

ye can do whatever ye like.

Ye can drink and fornicate
yerselves to yer bloody end,

but ye will do it on yer home ground,

not mine.

Do ye not even have a nod
to acknowledge the orders

of yer laird?

Jamie Fraser,

how dare ye shed MacDonald
blood without my approbation?

I had no desire to cross
swords with the MacDonald.

The Duke of Sandringham
requested that I accompany him

as payment for his aid
to winning me pardon...

I'm not interested in yer stories,

yer plots, yer bloody wounds.

I'm sorry if I've disappointed...

- 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
stick close to my brother.

Ye 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 will leave that wife of yours here.

But I see no reason why...

ye flap that tongue at me again, lad,

and 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've already packed
me enough fresh bandages

to cover me from face to feet.

Claire, 'fore I go,

I'd advise ye to stay well
clear of Geillis Duncan.

Do you think Colum
intends to punish her, too?

His wrath'll be aimed
in her direction next.

Now, loveless or no, marriage
with the fiscal kept her safe.

With Arthur gone, there'll be no one

to protect her from her own reputation.

And 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 yer bride good-bye, Jamie.

The others await us.

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

before nightfall.

These are dangerous times,

Be careful.

I will.

I said kiss her, dinna swallow her.

Come back to me, James Fraser.

As soon as I can.

Ooh, I'm sorry, m'dear.

Didna mean to bother ye.

Thought a wee bit of salve might help.

It's no bother.

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

It's the second burn this week.

I'd call that a very good week.

Oh, no.

Dinna fuss yerself.

It's no a permanent situation, ye ken?

Jamie will appease his
laird the best he can

and be back in his good graces in no time.

And yer arms, as well.

Thank you, Mrs. Fitz.

Auntie, madam Fraser.

A letter has arrived for
ye, madam, from the village.

Hah!

Geillis, I came as quickly as I could.

Claire.

Well, 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.

That'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.

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

Is it?

Open up!

- Who's there?
- Open this door now.

It's the wardens.

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, looky here. The other sorceress.

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

What on earth have I done?

Ye'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!