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to damn, Arlen Breck.

I meant to clear him.

You met him near the spot where Red Fox

Campbell was murdered, for whatever you said.

You did have a strong impression that Arlen was

in league with the mother.

Oh, I tell you, when Preston Grange had you held captive

on the bus rock, he saved your life.

Though, why?

I cannot think.

He didn't want any hindrance to the Campbell Clans

vengeance on James Stewart.

The tragedy, which if he had none of us can know stuff.

All this senseless killing of one client by another.

Who gains by it?

Certainly not the Scottish people.

The other things too deep to argue goes back centuries.

Years of massacres, sorrow.

Won't end with James' death.

If he had not.

Mr. Stewart, you're a lawyer.

Can nothing save James?

The king's messy.

That's the only hope you have.

Leave me.

Leave me.

Come here.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Get up there.

Get up there.

Get to it.

Get up there.

Get up there.

Get up there.

Get to it.

Get up there.

Get up there.

Mr. Balfour.

You are freed?

I escaped.

Basker.

He would let out the prison to give evidence against James of the Glens.

No proof of that.

And now he's guilty.

You just want to get his daughter to lies in jail?

Katrina and present?

Well, this is the one that would trade his own daughter to save his daughter.

Nick, damn you.

I'm alive.

Get up there.

Get up there.

Get up there.

Get up there.

Get up there.

Get up there.

Get up there.

Get up there.

Get up there.

Finish it, man.

We saw the sins you have in your conscience.

That would be too great a kindness.

Live!

A petition to his Majesty.

Who was it proposed?

This private method?

Charles Stewart?

No, my lord, that was I.

And you thought I would approve?

Leave me Mr. Malfoy.

You try my patience.

You fight as hard against my interests as I fight for yours.

My lord, I understand the political urge to hang James Stewart, to satisfy the Campbells

and keep them at peace in the highlands.

But I still cannot accept the condemnation of an innocent man.

As innocent as this is he is guilty of so much else.

I understand you ought to be a lawyer.

The bar is a true scene for your obstinate and argumentative talents.

In fact, together with your lawyer, Mr. Rankila, that good man, I've already made some plans

for your immediate future.

Sir?

You ought to proceed to Holland, the University of Leiden, without further delay.

And since so many seem anxious of hastening your end, you better travel to Edinburgh in

my company as soon as our business here is concluded.

With respect, my lord, I shall not leave Scotland until I am satisfied my petition reached the

king.

It will, you have my word on it.

But you'd be a fool to pin much faith on petitions.

No.

There's nothing further.

I hope that you'll good night.

There is one thing, my lord.

I've just learned that James Moore escaped from prison.

What is that to you?

His daughter's in prison in his place.

That's a great deal to me, sir.

She shall go to the lease to him and get back to Edinburgh.

I failed to see the need for our suffering.

Are you suggesting that I had some part in this?

James Moore, is he a ropenling in Varare?

You have not had him arrested.

Enough of your impugnant questions, sir.

Under my patronage, you've probably been saved from the gallows.

Remember that.

I'll be thankful.

Good night, sir.

Good night, sir.

Are you all agreed?

The arm, my lord.

And how sail on this charge of murder most foul?

Guilty, my lord.

President of the Barre, James Stewart, you've been found guilty of conspiracy to murder Colin

Campbell at Lettimore on July 3, 1751.

The sentence of this court is that you be taken from this place unto a lawful prison

and that there you be hanged by the neck and to do her dead.

And may the lord have mercy on your soul.

Amen.

God save the king!

May your conscience ever bear the mark.

Lord Dalgail.

Campbell!

Take him below.

The name of Alan Brecht Stewart has been drawn to the attention of this court.

It is said that the murder of Colin Campbell was by his hand.

I therefore direct the officers of the town to bring this man before me with the utmost

dispense.

There he is!

I didn't want you to know that!

I know that I must not be armed.

He must be taken alive.

I'm not going to be able to do this.

I'm not going to be able to do this.

I'm not going to be able to do this.

I'm not going to be able to do this.

I'm not going to be able to do this.

I'm not going to be able to do this.

I'm not going to be able to do this.

I'm not going to be able to do this.

I'm not going to be able to do this.

I'm not going to be able to do this.

I'm not going to be able to do this.

I'm not going to be able to do this.

I'm not going to be able to do this.

I'm not going to be able to do this.

I'm not going to be able to do this.

I'm not going to be able to do this.

I'm not going to be able to do this.

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Get your things together.

You're away today.

Where am I being sent?

How should I know?

You were allowed to be the instrument of your father's escape.

Now you're going free, it seems.

Mr. Barbara, it's too early an hour for you.

Someone should see you off.

You paid your respects to my father.

You gave me plenty of good advice and warned me never to become involved with politics again.

Which I've no doubt to follow.

What about the ladies?

Did he warn you off them too?

I think he left that to my own judgement.

What news of Katrina?

None.

She seems to have disappeared.

So I shall make it my own business to find her and send you news.

She shall know how anxiously you sought her in the brief time you were here.

You're a good friend.

Hmm.

Even if it's against my own best interest.

So, for the time being it's goodbye.

If you have no more to say.

May I salute you and farewell?

You forget yourself Mr. Bauffer.

Have I given you any right?

To presume on our acquaintance.

But...but you.

Oh, you great gawk!

What did you think I would let us part as strangers?

With ladies I scarcely know what to think.

Then let me give you some advice.

Never ask.

They're bound to say no.

Just act as a heart tells you.

What a pity.

I'm to lose my Bonnie professor just when I'm beginning to lay on something.

That's gallant indeed.

May I put a last question?

May I ask a last to master?

May I ask a last to marry me?

You scarcely get her to marry you without.

And let your force heart to offer.

You're not serious.

And that you'll be very serious in one thing David.

I shall always be your friend.

Good-bye.

Thank you.

Welcome aboard sir.

Captain.

You nearly the last.

Have you many voyages?

Oh, me half doesn't.

I'll go look after you luggage sir.

Thank you.

Katrina.

Katrina.

You're less voyage.

I'm bound for Holland.

But the Barbara.

I mean Miss Grant know this.

Of course.

She arranged my passage and looked after me ever since I left that dreadful prison.

Oh she knew.

She said nothing to me but perhaps it's in a letter I see.

To be open on board.

One for you.

Dear SD, what do you think of your fellow passenger?

When you greeted her did you ask?

Or did you kiss?

As we kissed farewell.

Take my advice.

Do not be too bashful.

Pursue your love with fire.

I am your affectionate friend and governess Barbara.

What secrets that you're revealing?

Just a blather.

Did she mention why I'm making the journey?

No.

I'm going to a place called Hill that sleaze.

Why?

To meet my father.

Oh.

He made the journey some days ago.

I see.

David I...

I know my father's behaved badly to you.

Badly?

It's no thanks to him that I'm still alive.

He helped my abduction and set his dogs on me in Inverari.

What sort of man is he?

This father of yours.

David I love my father.

And if you want to find a place in my heart you must accept that.

Then I shall say no more against him.

Thank you David.

Now we can enjoy our journey today.

Oh fail!

Oh ring the doctor!

Fire!

I'm so happy David.

Are you?

How could I be otherwise?

But you'd be saved me.

Why are you thinking of Katrina?

That pipe.

It reminded me of the Chanta.

And the day they called the clans together when the prince landed.

All those desperate battles are behind us now.

Do you perhaps David?

Never to me.

I went with the clan in 45 you know.

Even though I was but a maid of 12.

I was a little bit older than I was.

In 45 you know.

Even though I was but a maid of 12.

There were the Gregor men with their bonnets, their great swords and firelocks.

There were trumpets and a grand skilling of war pipes.

I rode in a Highland horse beside my father and the late McGregor himself.

I saw Prince Charlie too.

Those were the good days.

After colliding the road coats were out and my father and uncle lay on the hill.

We should have no more dark thoughts of the past Katrina.

I'm sorry.

I was trying to explain to you how it is that I'm so close to my father.

It is all of my childhood.

I know how well you love him.

And so long as I can share your love.

That's enough for me.

Oh.

Have I said something wrong?

If you truly loved me you would not want to share my heart with anyone.

But that's what you wanted of me.

But must you always do as I want?

Have you no mind of your own?

Only.

Wanted to please you Katrina.

Only false love sets out to please.

I think the wind is rising.

I shall go below.

Good night David.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

So you have returned at last.

I heard you had been taken.

Not yet your highness.

Though I was pursued halfway across France.

The venture I am told was not exactly studied with success.

No I bring bad news.

I hear a little ants these days.

So what is yours?

The Highlands are full of English red coats and quick clansmen.

And the jails are full from Appen to East of Ross.

I had heard it already.

What of your kinsmen James Stewart of the Glens?

He awaits the gallows at Inverare on a charge of killing Campbell of Dendure.

Which I believe you took some part.

No your highness.

There is a Cameron that killed the Red Fox.

It is glumsery down whoever fired the shot.

I spent some gross mishandling of my affairs in Scotland.

Do you have the bets?

No your highness.

I was able to collect them but they were lost in my escape.

And how would you expect our cause to survive?

I might be made a beggar from the French because my message has failed me.

What would you have me do then?

Go back to Scotland.

There's a whole lot of such.

There's no point in that man.

Sit down and take some debt please.

I cannot sit at your table.

Oh you shalln't leave man!

You are such as a bantelcock.

You have done no worse than others.

At least you will be safe here.

Let us know what else for you to go.

Sit.

Katlina.

Did you sleep well?

Well enough thank you.

Not a lot.

I'll lay awake thinking of a quarrel.

Well.

Is that what a lowlendoc calls a quarrel?

When we quarrel in the Highlands, the mountains ring with it.

Then we may be close friends again, Katriana.

Providing we hold no secrets from each other.

I shall never hold secrets from you.

Then why did you not show with a letter that Miss Barbara wrote to you?

She wrote nothing of substance.

Then why not let me see it?

Then why not?

Since I acted as messenger.

Yeah.

It's not important.

She speaks of kissing.

So these are the intimate thoughts your lama's barber to share with you.

As we kissed farewell, pursue your love with fire.

Are you keeping up with correspondence about your galates' progress with me?

I'm not sure.

Are you keeping up with correspondence about your galates' progress with me?

How dare you, Mr. Balfour?

Simply a young girl's romantic nonsense.

You'd better take your letter.

Certainly.

Does that satisfy your Highland pride?

That's what this is about.

You, again.

Don't make some noise in there.

That's it.

Oh, I'm going to get it.

It's the best I can do, Miss.

I don't like the land.

Well, there's a sketch that should take you ashore.

Why, don't your father be best pleased if you broke a link jumping down in the boat?

Now, you take my advice and you come with us to rot down.

And then you can catch the rat wagon back to Hellboy.

No, I can't. My father, if you'll be expecting me, I must have been his instructions.

Well, I don't like it.

Excuse me, Captain.

I will go ashore with a young lady.

It's all one which we are going to like.

Well done, sir. I'm here, Miss.

Deliver our luggage.

You're factoring rot down.

We'll send for it in time.

Yes, that's easy, Don't Mr. Moutre.

Goodbye and good luck.

Away, Aunt Kate!

Fall sand!